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Please Hate Me //part 21

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

Loki wouldn't call himself a master of lockpicking, but he certainly possessed his fair share of skills regarding the matter.

Their origins were varied, some including childhood punishments requiring him to be locked in his chambers. Some came from the times his curiosity whispered to him from places people didn't want him to peer into. Both of those gave Loki a rather good hold on what he was able to do in just a few minutes under no supervision.

Most of his skills, unfortunately, required a lock to be picked.

Loki stared at the wall and a panel next to the door. In the hopes of not gaining your attention, he tried to look utterly disinterested in the room you brought him into some time ago, but now he regretted not noticing how you opened the door.

He was sure you fished something out of your pockets. He just didn't think it could be something other than keys.

The panel didn't have any visible buttons, so guessing the code was out of the question. The whole thing seemed blended with the wall, as many things in the damned Tower did.

Loki left the matter of the door for later. The opposite side of the room held a large window, now looking more inviting than ever.

Loki grabbed a handful of chips on his way there. The sandwich you gave him earlier, although (surprisingly) not awful even with the heart on top, did little to completely satisfy his hunger. He sneered at the memory of it.

The window was big enough to allow a proper way out, Loki noticed with professional assessment. He had slipped through enough windows to know his own flexibility and the importance of right angles.

His heart dropped a little when he looked through it, only to find the night view over the shining city be a very high one. Loki wasn't really bothered by heights, but a look down the Tower's side made him hesitate a bit. He remembered he told you he wouldn't sneak out anytime soon, but it was important to know his options in advance, right? Besides, the drop wasn't even that steep, come to think of it…

He turned, a little guilty, when you walked back into the room. Peeling off the dirt and dried fluids of varying sources did wonders to your presentation, only for the effect to be immediately killed off by the disgusting gray outfit, twin to his own.

"What, you thinking about jumping out?" You asked as if reading his mind.

Loki didn't answer as you approached him, throwing your towel on a nearby chair. The chair didn't protest, already carrying a few items you forgot about. You peered outside.

"Damn, it's already snowing. I personally wouldn't recommend sliding out this way anytime soon."

Loki raised his eyebrows. "You make it sound like you've already tried that."

"I made it 4 floors down before I got to the one without any good outside handles. I mean, there were a few, but I kinda slid by them, thanks to the frost."

"Was it worth it?" he asked with actual curiosity.

"It was a bet—of course it was worth it."

"I see."

He watched you settle on the bed, bringing all the food closer, and turning the TV on. A spare blanket was even found for him, and laid to your left. He had to ask, though.

"What do you plan on doing?"

"Watch something mind-numbing, eat, regret I ate so much, and go to sleep."

"Mind if I join?"

"You're my bestie, of course I don't mind."

With a tormented sigh, Loki laid on the mattress, pushing your legs to make more room for himself. "Is that really necessary? It's so crowded here."

"With your bloated ego, I'm surprised the Tower is capable of housing you at all."

He watched you fill your mouth without skipping a beat.

"Can't you use a plate? You're making a mess. I'm not going to sleep on the crumbs," Loki complained, brushing some off the sheets already.

"You can always sleep on the floor. I won't mind, it's all yours."

"I hate you."

"Can't blame you."

He took the muffin you'd been consuming out of your hand and finished it out of sheer malice. Your shocked face made him feel a little better.

"You truly are evil, Loki—to starve the injured and weak…"

"Don't call those few bruises an injury," he scoffed, gesturing to the few cuts on your cheek.

"A few bruises? You see this? My arm is going to kill me tomorrow!" You put your elbow in his face, showing a growing mark that already darkened a large patch of your skin.

It didn't hurt much yet—only when you touched it—but you had enough experience to know it was just the beginning. It was a surprise you could move the arm at all. You remembered falling on it quite a few times, so a broken bone or some joint injury could have been expected at least.

Loki pushed your arm out of his face. "You call that bad? Look at my poor ribs and guess whose knees are imprinted on them!"

He pulled on his shirt to reveal the damage, although he had to admit it wasn't as dramatic as he wished to. His stark white skin contrasted with the grayish bruise, but it looked like the damned bracelet didn't stop his body from healing faster than a regular human's. A few more hours and there would hardly be any trace left of it.

You laughed in his face. "Poor baby. At least I can say I didn't have any choice in that, as I was hauled into the trunk right after you. Do you want me to remind you of the time you basically threw one of those monsters at me? And pushed me off a bridge?"

"How many times do I have to remind your tiny little human brain that it wasn't my fault—"

"You're already looking for excuses—"

"Because normal arguments completely miss you—"

"Shut up, my phone is ringing."

If your hand didn't cut him off with a slap to his mouth, he might have made a remark about your injuries being an obstacle only when it suited you best. Instead, he had to resort to peeling it off his face while you looked for your buzzing phone through the blanket with the other one. Your so very painful injuries didn't seem to be slowing you down.

He stole another cupcake. It wasn't awful.

"Damn, Peter is facetiming us.” You seemed happy.

That alone made him wary. His mood only grew gloomier as the boy's cheery face appeared on the screen in your hand.

You moved closer to Loki to let Peter see the both of you. Loki's ribs were not spared in the process and neither were the sheets as the crumbs left his mouth along with an undignified whimper.

"My favourite teenager, you have no idea how happy I am you're not dead and Aunt May won't be hunting my ass anytime soon." You sent Peter a blinding smile. Loki only shot you a dark glare, trying to free his right arm from under your body.

"Yeah, it didn't go as bad as I thought," Peter laughed as well, although the cut on his lip made it visibly uncomfortable. "I'm just grounded forever, but I'm fine. I've got super-healing, remember?"

You sighed. "Why am I the only normal one here? It's unfair."

"I feel so sorry for you," Loki spit the words with venom coating every one of them.

Peter's face lit up immediately. It got bigger on the screen as the boy peered in closer.

"I'm so happy you're okay too, Mr. Loki! I'm so sorry we kinda dragged you into that, you probably hate our planet already, but it's not that bad all the time, there's plenty of—"

"Peter, how badly are you grounded?" You cut through his rambling, sparing Loki (and yourself) from the never ending stream of words.

"Well, I'm not dead, but if I'm one minute late back home, I might be," he admitted, earning a chuckle from Loki.

"But you're still going to school tomorrow?" you made sure. "I kinda want to grab some shawarma with my bestie, so you could join us during your lunch break?"

"That's so cool! There's a place I can get to in like 3 minutes, so it's a perfect—"

"When exactly did I agree to that?" Loki frowned.

You patted his bracelet. "When you didn't throw our friendship bracelet away."

"I told you I've already tried everything I can to get this thing off me."

"Sounds like a you problem."

Peter nodded silently from the screen, not really minding the fact he'd been forgotten for a moment.

A muscle shifted in Loki's jaw. He muttered with all the politeness he managed through gritted teeth, "And when exactly did your brave and just Avengers agree to that idea?"

"Tomorrow," you answered with all the confidence that had Loki's blood boiling. "Have you no trust?"

"In you? Please, don't get me started…"

You shifted your attention back to Peter, only to find him staring at the both of you with hearts shining in his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing," Peter said with a smile suggesting the opposite. "See you tomorrow, guys!"

"Huh." You looked at the suddenly dark screen. "He never hangs up so quickly."

Loki muttered something inaudible. He focused on feeding the rage within him with another cupcake. There weren't many left. You assessed the image.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes."

"Is watching a compilation of fails the Avengers wish could be erased from the surface of the world going to make you feel better? Thor's included."

Loki hesitated.

"Yes."

The internet was truly a wonderful place, if used right. That truth was only beginning to dawn on Loki, as just a few minutes through the videos worked wonders on his mood.

"How do you even come up with so much footage?" he dared to ask as the replay of Steve slipping on some loose debris during a fight played.

"It's the internet, darling. We've got footage of everything that ever happened on those streets and of a few things that never did."

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One-Shots

The Voice. LokixReader. 

Eating Disorder LokixReader 

Bullies (LokixReader)

Loki, ADHD and Me (LokixReader)

Writing Challenge-Burned out (LokixReader)

One-Shot Sunday

#1 It’s always you, #2 Binders, #3 Punishments, #4 Bunny, #5 One, Two, Infinity

Multiple Part Stories Male Loki Laufeyson.

Arranged Marriage. LokixReader (Finished)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 

Guardian Angel. LokixReader (Finished)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Epilogue

Pet. Loki LaufeysonxReader. MalexFemale (Finished)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue

Too Short/ Too Tall. LokixReader (Finished)

Too Short, Too Tall

Brat. LokixReader (Finished)

Intro, part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Prison Guard. LokixReader (Finished)

Part 1, Part 2 

Manners. LokixReader (Stopped)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,  Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Teaching Assistant. Professor!LokixStudent!Reader Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Tom Hiddleston. 

Stolen Love Daddy!Tom x OC x Mommy!OC Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

God Save The Prom Queen Chapter 1

Multiple Part Stories Female Loki Laufeyson

No Man Allowed. FemalexFemale (Finished)

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Hero. FemalexFemale (Finished)

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Adam and Eve

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Safe Heaven Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Burn

A/N: Alright, it’s been a while since I last posted. Here is the promised Loki Hamilton fic. I’m not entirely sure how well this turned out, but I’m p sure it’s appropriately angsty. The song can be found right here.I hope you guys like it!!!

Pairing: LokixReader

Word Count: 1608

Warnings: Mentions of infidelity(cheating), angst, threats of violence.

“Loki, what are these?” I ask, frozen to the spot, terrified at the thought of what I’ve just found.

“What are what, darling?” He answers with his own question.

“These.” I answer, holding up a small stack of letters.

“What?” He finally looks at me over his book. When his eyes land on the papers in my hand he stands abruptly, slamming his book closed, startling me. “Where did you find those?”

“I was just organizing the drawers…” My throat feels tight as I try to speak. “I…I didn’t write you these.”

“It’s nothing to worry about.” He reaches out to me as if he expects me to just place the papers in his hands.

“The way you’re acting doesn’t tell me that it’s nothing to worry about.” I step out of his reach and unfold one of the letters.

The handwriting is looping and graceful, By all meanings of the word, the writing is beautiful. But, to me, the words are anything but.

The letter is from a woman and, from the language she’s used , she’s been intimate with Loki. As I read on I try to rationalize, to convince myself that these letters are from years ago. That they’re from before Loki and I even met. My hopes are dashed entirely when I reach the end of the letter. The woman signed and dated it. The letter is from three days ago.

I drop the stack of papers like they’re a snake that’s just bitten me. I feel my knees buckle and I brace myself on the dresser. My stomach churns and I feel a wave of nausea on a level that I’ve never experienced before in my life wash over me. I cover my mouth with my hand, horrified by what I’ve just read.

“(Y/N) I-”

“You…” I look around the room, disgusted with him and with myself. “How could you?”

“(Y/N), please,” He reaches out to cup my cheek and I quickly slap his hand away from me.

“You don’t get to touch me.” I hiss. “Not after what you’ve done. Not after you cheated on me.”

“I never meant for this to happen.” He looks at me, his eyes sad, but all I can see is a guilty man.

“Of course you didn’t. No one ever means to get caught when they cheat.” He just stands there, staring at me, his lips slightly parted, unable to say anything. “How long?”

“(Y/N)-”

“No, Loki.” I cut him off, knowing that he would be able to talk his way out of this if I allow him the opportunity. “How long have you been seeing her?”

“Seven months.” He says quietly.

“Seven.” My breath catches in my throat and my mouth goes dry.

Grabbing the zippo lighter from the top of the dresser, I slowly make my way to my nightstand. I pull a stack of papers tied with ribbon from the drawer. I stare at them, remembering the circumstances under which these letters were written. Loki wrote them to me in the beginning of our relationship. Now the memories I have of those times are tainted and the words leave a sour taste in my mouth.

“(Y/N), what are you going to do with those?” Loki asks. He sounds scared.

I ignore him and push past him, quickly striding into the bathroom. I stop in front of the bathtub. I look between the letters in my left hand and the zippo in my right and squeeze my eyes shut.

“I deserve better than this.” I whisper, only for myself to hear. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts when Loki grabs my shoulder and turns me around to face him.

“What are you planning to do to those letters?” He asks again.

“Oh, you remember these letters, right? The ones you wrote to make me fall in love with you?” He nods his head and swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “These letters are the only things, the only memories that could possibly redeem you.” I flip open the zippo and light it. “I’m going to destroy them.”

“(Y/N)…” He looks at me forlornly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” I hiss. “Loki, I love you. You wrote the most beautiful letters for me. You built me palaces out of paragraphs and cathedrals with those carefully chosen letters.” I hold the flame to a corner of the papers and wait for them to catch fire. “I love you, but you’ve destroyed me. And you think sorry is enough to save this?”

“Who says it isn’t?”

“Me.” I throw the burning papers down into the tub and shove past him and out of the room.

I leave him, staring at the burning mass, and stuff my most important possessions and clothing into a duffel. If it doesn’t have any attachment to Loki, I take it with me. Everything ends up in the bag crumpled and in general disarray, but I don’t care. When I have everything I could possibly need I sling the duffel over my shoulder and snatch my purse from the chair at my desk and make for the door.

“Where are you going?” Loki asks. He sounds afraid.

“I don’t know.” I answer, not turning back to look at him. “But I’m not coming back.”

“(Y/N), wai-” I cut off his words by slamming the door behind me and rushing down the stairs of the apartment building.

I get about three blocks down the street before I stop at a street corner and allow myself to breathe. I’m not entirely sure where I am, but there’s a coffee shop on the corner and I decide to stop in for a moment and to collect myself and find a place to stay.

The shop is almost crowded and I’ve never been happier to look just like everyone else in my life. I park myself at a table and pull out my phone, scrolling my contacts list, trying to decide who to call. When my eyes land on one name, I know exactly who it needs to be. I dial the number and anxiously wait for them to pick up, looking around the coffee shop, my nerves getting the best of me.

“Hyello,”

“Hey, it’s me. Can I crash at yours for a bit?”

–

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” Thor rises from his seat as soon as I step out of the elevator. He crosses the room in a few quick, long strides and places his hands gently on either side of my face.

“I…” Tears well up in my eyes before I can form coherent words and Thor pulls me to his chest, his arms circling around my body.

“Has my brother done something?” He asks. I nod feebly and I hear a low growl rising in his chest. “Whatever he has done, he will pay for it, I will see to that.”

“No, I think he’s lost enough.” I say quietly, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand. “I think I just need to see my brother.”

As the words leave my mouth Tony rounds the corner, locking eyes with me. He rushes over to me and pulls me from Thor’s arms into his. I wrap my arms around him and try not to be a terrible sibling and wipe my nose on his shirt. It’s his favorite ACDC shirt and he would kill me if something happened to it.

“What’d that bastard do now?” He asks. I can tell he’s trying not to sound demanding. He rubs my back, trying his best to soothe me the way mom did us.

“He cheated on me.” I answer, my voice hushed. Tony freezes and I instantly know he’s furious.

“(Y/N)-”

“I know what you told me… I just didn’t want to believe you. He was too good to be true. I was a total idiot.”

“No, you were in love, sweetheart. You were in love.” Tony presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Makes people do reckless shit.”

“They wrote letters to each other, and he kept the ones he got from her in our fucking sock drawer. I found them and confronted him and he actually seemed surprised that I found them, like I never go through the sock drawer. When I confronted him he told me they had been seeing each other for seven months a-”

“Seven months?” Tony hisses. “I’m going to destroy him. Come on tall and blonde, we’re gonna go kill a god.”

“Tony, no.” I grab his arm and he looks down at me, his eyes sad.

“Why not?”

“Because I left. I’m not going back. I’m never going back to that-that man. Ever.”

“Wait, really?” His eyebrows shoot to his hairline and he gently places his hands on my shoulders.

“All of you warned me about him. You told me he would do what it takes to survive and now I realize how right you were. He flew too close to the sun.”

“My brother doesn’t deserve you (Y/N),” Thor says, deep creases forming above his brow. “He never did. I am glad that he did not win you. I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are happy.”

“Thank you, Thor.” I smile softly at him and he smiles back, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “You’re too kind.”

“I can assure you,” Thor pulls me into a warm hug. “He will suffer greatly.”

“Chill out, hammer time.” Tony pats him on the arm. “Let’s round up the others. We have a godly ass to kick.”

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Please Hate Me //part 18

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

If only rage could rattle the stars, the world would finally meet its end swiftly. Instead, proven by the most unfortunate events, it was forced to wait for a bit longer, suffering through endless hours of vocalized emotional distress.

You caught Loki's eyes over the table. At least you weren't the only one having a dead-fish-glare.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me!" Stark jabbed a finger at you. He never stopped pacing the room, which should have made it even more impressive and threatening, but not much could beat being portalled by Doctor Strange back to the Tower. Some things are hard to beat.

"You're repeating yourself at this point," You sighed, stretching your legs under the table. "We've been at it for an hour already. I thought you weren't the one for speeches."

Steve shook his head silently, probably wishing you to stop. He positioned himself near the exit, as if there was anyone in the room stupid enough to try sneaking out.

You looked back to Loki. Well, you'd actually already made it out once.

The other Avengers assembled around didn't butt in, allowing all the harsh words to be said aloud. Some still had bruises and cuts needing to be tended to, but they stayed, creating a unified front.

Shame it was against Loki and you.

He didn't seem to mind. Sitting with his back straight, his face was a skillfully crafted expressionless mask. It was something you'd seen him do before, just as you'd seen him lose it for a few brief moments. You wondered how many years of meetings just like this one it takes to master creating such a mask.

You steadied your voice. At least Peter was not there.

"There was a threat. We answered it."

Steve sighed with resignation. "That's exactly the problem. You’d been told to stay in the Tower and keep an eye on Loki."

"Right. I forgot I should also let people die literally blocks away. Sorry, my memory is not what it used to be."

"This is not the time for sarcasm and jokes," Clint reminded you. You had a suspicion the bruise on his cheek would turn a beautiful shade of green by tomorrow. "You should have called us, or the police at the very least."

"Yeah, I should call the cops, but you had to go—wherever you went—with the whole team and Strange, yourself?" you scoffed. "Besides, I tried to call you. And so did Peter. Shame you didn't pick up."

Steve put a hand on Tony's shoulder, stopping him from another rant. You did feel a little guilty about breaking your orders, but if you had to make the choice again, you'd do exactly the same thing. Rushing to someone's help was not something you ever regretted, and you weren't going to start now.

"By the way, how did you know where we were?" you asked, the thought having bugged you since it happened.

Steve gestured to your wrist.

"The bracelets have a GPS. The moment you left the Tower, we got the info."

Loki shot his bracelet a look of disgust. He started hating it even more.

"That's neat," you admitted. "Shame it still took you awhile to actually do something about it."

"We weren't sitting on our asses," Natasha surprised you, breaking in. "We were forced to stop a madman trying to break the borders between worlds. That's how the creatures you fought got into ours. The breakage happened throughout the world, but thankfully it was contained rather quickly in most places. Thor is still patching up some bigger holes, but Strange helped us get back here through his portals."

"Oh."

"Your 'oh' doesn't cover half of what happened," Tony pointed out. "We had no idea why both Loki and you left the Tower and how it was connected to those incidents."

"Well, sorry for not calling you earlier, I got caught up with hero work and, you know, kidnappers too. Literally."

"Speaking of which," Clint didn't even try to hide laugh from his voice. "How the hell did you end up in there?"

You kept your chin high. "My dearest side-kick and I decided that the day was still early after we killed the monsters, so we followed the men scraping off the things from the side, and got into their base to take them down. You know, the usual."

Loki raised an eyebrow.

Stark dragged a hand down his face, hoping it would ease some of the exhaustion he felt seeping down to his bones. It didn't work.

He asked as politely as he could, "And getting kidnapped by them seemed like the best way in, I suppose?"

Loki raised the other eyebrow too, looking at you with clear intent.

You ignored it.

"Obviously. It got us right where we wanted, and also allowed us to see if those really were the right guys. It was a brilliant plan."

Stark was breathing heavily with his eyes closed. You'd known him for years, but you still weren't sure if he would start shouting or laughing his ass off. The man was a mystery.

Steve shook his head with disbelief.

"And you decided to just, what? Tag along together?" he pointed to the two of you, seated at the opposite sides of the long, glass table.

Loki didn't answer. He knew this type of conversations was usually doomed from the start. Nothing he'd say would change those people's opinion of himself.

You looked at him.

"That turned out to be a good idea too."

Something passed through Loki's face, but it was gone with a blink. If your eyes weren't locked, you'd have missed it.

Tony stopped pacing and folded himself on a nearby chair. He didn't look like he had any strength left in him.

"I'm too tired to deal with you today. I vote on having this conversation done properly tomorrow."

You smiled your sweetest smile. "And I vote on just dropping this useless farce. Who's with me?"

You gave Loki The Look. He obediently raised his hand and enjoyed every second of disbelief on Tony's face as you raised from your chair and headed to the door with Loki by your side.

You waved the Avengers a goodbye. Steve didn't stop you. He wanted to say something, but you passed him too quickly to allow that.

Loki followed you in complete silence. At least, until you got out of their hearing range.

"May I inquire where exactly we are going?"

You strode confidently into another corridor, heading to the elevator.

"To the kitchen, my favourite side-kick. We're getting all the food we can carry and then finally enjoying a break from this nonsense. How does that sound to you?"

Loki opened his mouth, but the words weren't right. Not yet, at least. It had been a long day, and words like the ones prying their way onto his lips should be said under different circumstances.

"When exactly did I become your side-kick, though?" he asked instead.

"Why, from the very beginning, obviously. I've got more experience."

"I didn't notice that experience earlier."

"I don't like to boast about it."

He hid a smile. "Right."

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Please Hate Me //part 17

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

The alarm went off, deafening you for a second. The caged beasts howled in distress and, what you guessed might be, hunger.

Loki dragged you farther in, his fingers leaving imprints on your skin, but you balked, not moving.

"We have to go," Loki hissed, anger flashing through his eyes.

"We don't even know if there's an exit there."

"There's certainly less of a crowd, so, given the choice, I'd suggest we choose this path," he gestured widely in the direction of voices raising through the noise. The men wouldn't waste much time before setting off to search thoroughly through the warehouse.

"I hate you," you muttered through gritted teeth, allowing Loki to drag you with him, directly in between the cages.

"Don't worry, the feeling is mutual."

The logical part of you was aware that there was enough space for you two to go by the cages, just like many men must have done in the past, but the unquestionably human part of your brain cursed every step anyway.

The cages shook as the beasts circled the narrow, dirty spaces, already enraged by the howling noise rising through the warehouse. Impossibly long teeth flashed behind the thick bars, and razor sharp claws scratched the concrete floor, marring it with gaping wounds.

Loki's shoulders were tense, and he couldn't hide that fact. He unknowingly leaned lower, his steps quick, and eyes darting from one side to the other. Neither of you actually felt safe on this side of the bars.

You breathed out, every step on the verge of running. "When we get out—"

The crack rang through the air.

You froze; Loki's hand on your arm clenched so tightly you could feel the bruise forming. But it didn't matter now, not at all. Not as both of you stopped dead on your way out and slowly turned your heads, your breaths interlacing in the frigid, still air.

Another crack and the bars broke a little more. A clawed paw reached through the hole, bending it with all the anger only a too long, too hungry lock up could grant to a beast sensing fresh meat.

"I hate my life," you whispered.

Another crack and another bar gave out.

You didn't wait for what would come next, and neither did Loki. Forgetting your past bickering and differences, you ran for your lives, breaking any existing sprint records on your way.

You slammed into a heavy, metal door at the very end of the huge space. Loki reached for the handle only to find a lock hanging there. One that needed a key to be taken off.

"Bullshit," he cursed again, promising Stark a very drawn out, very painful death for sidelining his abilities and most of his Asgardian strength, that was based on magic flowing through his veins.

You reached for the biggest heavy object laying around and slammed it into the lock, wishing you could ignore the sounds of metal bars being torn and shredded like paper behind you. You brought it down again and again, until the lock was hanging to the side, but still not opening.

An echoing howl and a satisfied grunt behind your back told you enough. The other beasts were going mad in their cages.

With one last hit, the lock pried open at last, and before you even had the time to process the small victory, Loki pushed you through the crack headfirst. His back pushed you farther when he turned on his heel in a blur of colors to close the door.

The beast slammed into it.

The force of the impact threw you to the ground, Loki falling painfully next to you. You watched in terror as the thick metal door came off its hinges and fell. An endless void of teeth opened hungrily in the dark.

And then an energy blast shot right through it.

Slowly, as if in a dream turned nightmare, both your heads turned back, in time to see the Iron Man landing with a loud, dramatic thump.

The mask didn't hide his rage.

"Oh shit," Loki muttered. You couldn't agree more.

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Please Hate Me //part 15

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

The shock on Loki's face was adorable, if well hidden. It did a lot to your self-esteem to know he didn't think of you as a complete idiot anymore.

You did your best not to show that on the surface, though. Your plan might be hectic, but it did require a few important things to happen.

The man that left had threw some coins at your face, which gave you the perfect excuse to have your head turned to the side, as if in pain, or whatever people would focus on. You used it to pry the collar of your suit open with your teeth. Chewing on it enough for a very thin, very needed wire to come out, you were glad the last man left was standing far enough from you not to have a good angle at your doings.

Loki, on the other hand, did.

A mischievous smile grew on his lips, shaping them into a sharp, precise weapon.

"Are you completely sure this is how you want to spend your short, futile life?" he asked the man, focusing the attention on himself. He'd always enjoyed doing that.

The man didn't answer, immune to the god's charm. He had a bored, but calm expression, like his mind wasn't really there and he was fine with that. You'd never met anyone named Jeff, but that was exactly the type of person you always imagined would go by the name of Jeff.

Unaware of his rebirth, Jeff picked on his teeth in a manner that strived very far from any proper manners. If throwing a textbook of good manners at a person was ever justified, it was in a situation like this. Loki was sure all of his childhood tutors would agree. Silently, but agree.

You managed to pull the thin wire out of the fabric and drop it behind your back. You only had one chance to catch it with your tied hands, but you, luckily, managed that. The man didn't seem to notice. His last meal's remains must be way more interesting.

"Such a lowlife job seems like a lot of fun," Loki continued with his bruised chin up. "You must have plenty of occasion to prove what a disgusting creature you are deep inside. Kidnappings, illegal business… When was the last time you had a real talk with your conscience?"

Jeff smirked a dangerous, rotten smile.

You wanted to tell Loki to be careful, to watch his tongue, and not to go too far, but with the quiet manipulations of your hand prying the cuffs open, you couldn't bring attention to yourself just yet or it all would go to waste.

Loki's confidence didn't falter, even as a shiver ran down your spine. You had a bad feeling and no way of acting on it - the worst possible stress enhancer when it comes to stabilizing your hands. The lock was taking longer than it should, but you had to move carefully in order not to show it or lose the wire. It was a shame you couldn't do anything about the ropes tying your legs to the chair.

Loki let out a quiet laugh. It felt too smooth to be natural. It made you think of hours spent alone in a room, trying to perfect it.

"You're not much of a talker, are you? You must truly be a pleasure to work with."

The man huffed. It was not an aggressive sound, it was actually barely audible if you weren't listening closely enough. But the man followed it with a turn of his body and a step in Loki's direction, followed by another one and a few more.

Your fingers turned slippery, the moves sloppy. Your heart raced loud enough to be heard.

It was not the right time yet, you wanted to say. Just a few more minutes you could use on the lock, you tried to bargain with the inevitable.

But the sad truth was, no matter how brilliant a plan, life will catch it like an old, annoyed teacher, easily finding any and all mistakes and marking them in bright red.

The man stopped in front of Loki. Loki didn't fail to look charmingly relaxed.

"Did you come here for your first lesson on manners?" his smile was easy. "I promise I'll do my best to-"

"I know what you are."

The man fished out a thin blade from his pocket. If you weren't looking close enough, you would miss the movement.

Your throat tightened, almost cutting your air off. It was a stupid reaction, you were aware of that, especially since it was a literal god being threatened. Loki must be immune to anything the man could do, right? Besides, why would he damage someone his boss intended on selling?

The man raised the blade. "I really don't like guys like you," he said. "You think you can come to my planet and start a massacre and after a few months, walk the streets like nobody remembers that?"

Loki raised an eyebrow, not looking at all distressed. After all, it was far from the first time he's been threatened.

Jeff raised the blade. "That's why I make sure to be equipped with something worthy of guys like you."

The blade moved. It wasn't particularly big or lethal looking.

But it made Loki bleed.

Loki didn't gasp. He didn't even flinch, to be honest, which was caused more by the surprise of actually seeing his own blood than immunity to pain.

"What is it?" you blurted out before you managed to bite your tongue. One of the locks holding your hands in place was already open, but you were working on the second one.

Jeff's lips curved into a thin, pale line. You no longer wanted to call him such a common, normal name. He didn't deserve it.

"I've been a part of this business for long enough to take a hold on a few interesting scraps from the alien's ships and other garbage you all loose around a city when you demolish it, heroes and villains alike. I guess every job has its perks," he spat in Loki's face. “One of them is killing garbage like you.”

The lock came undone with a click louder than you intended to. The man's attention was drawn immediately to it.

You jumped forward. His fist flew over your head. The chair had been bolted to the floor, and it made your legs scream in pain when they twisted, still tied to it.

Your elbows hit the floor. It was an unfortunate position in general, but in your current situation, you could make it work.

You grabbed the man's ankles and made him lose his stance. You burrowed your nails in his legs, dragging him down.

A boot struck your stomach, but it wasn't enough. The man fell with a muffled curse.

He hit the floor. The knife was in his hand, clenched tightly around the hilt.

You grabbed it whole and, before he could react, pushed it into his arm. He jumped, and you locked his neck in a tight embrace. He trashed, and lost consciousness after what felt like ages.

Your breath was shaky, the adrenaline making the world seem too bright and too vivid. But no matter how much your mind needed time to process everything that happened, you didn't have any. The other man could come back any time.

Loki observed you in silence. The knife was slippery, but it cut through the ropes on your legs easily. Grimacing, you stood up. The blood painfully circulated in your limbs.

You heaved to Loki's chair and freed his legs too. You didn't talk as you manipulated the handcuffs. There was nothing to talk about. No matter what you considered yourself to be, life had a wicked way of forcing difficult decisions on people without any preparations. Whether you were a hero or a villain or none of that, sometimes life just sucked and all that was left was to move forward.

The cuffs landed on the floor with a metallic sound. Loki rubbed his hands together, feeling the uncomfortable stiffness. He dared a direct look at your face.

"What now?"

It was not what he wanted to ask, but it was all the tense air allowed.

"Onward, my dearest Prince. It's all that's left."

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Please Hate Me //part 1

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

It was a warm, sunny midday, therefore perfect for a quick after-mission nap. Your nap time was a sacred time and anyone violating it was asking for trouble - the inhabitants of the Stark Tower learnt that early enough to avoid any major trouble once you moved in and joined the team.

Well, that wasn’t exactly accurate. You helped them occasionally, usually whenever one of the Avengers managed to drag you into a mission. It was still better than paying rent, though.

Having all of that in mind, it was even more unusual to hear such a loud argument, coming, probably, from the kitchen. It was truly surprising, given the amount of potential harm kitchen utensils could cause, had the argument become too heated. All arguments were usually held in safer rooms, far enough from your usual nap place so you wouldn't have to join.

Curious, you didn't put much focus on being angry, and instead chose to shuffle into said kitchen. If not to watch the whole thing burn, then at least in order to have a snack before there was a body to hide. The odor of death had a terrible influence on food.

Who would have guessed that Tony Stark could look hot even barefoot and in stained sweatpants, standing in the middle of the kitchen, arguing his lungs out with Steve? You shot him a very appreciating look. That was exactly when you made eye contact with the person patiently standing on the other side of the counter, handcuffed, and visibly annoyed. A very familiar face raised an eyebrow at you.

"Anyone care to tell me what Loki is doing in our kitchen?" you asked, facing Tony and Steve again.

Tony pointed at you with a victorious glare. "Excellent question! But I'm afraid I have to settle a few things first, starting with the fact that this is MY kitchen, and the Tower is also mine, not that anyone here cares about legal formalities, as we can see. That's a shame, because it would make my point a lot easier with explaining to all of you, that if I don't want someone here, in MY Tower and MY kitchen, I have every right to declare so."

"We have no other place to put him in," Steve said calmly, although there was a certain strain to his voice, as if using all of his patience to remain calm. "No other place in New York has better surveillance system than this tower, and none of it is prepared to hold something like him in."

"Now you're taking things out of context, because Banner was the sole reason for all of that, not something like-"

"The reason doesn't really matter in this particular case, because we have no other solution…"

"There are prisons."

"Tony, we've already been over the brainwashing part of his biography."

Forgotten, you took some chips from a shelf. Spicy. Your favourite.

You offered some to Loki. Your eyes fell on the gag between his lips. "Oopsie. Sorry. How long have they been like this, by the way?"

Loki shook his head in what was probably meant to mean 'some time already, and would probably go on for some more'. You agreed with him.

You stuffed your mouth with more chips. "Can't you, like, get over it already?"

"We will be over it when HE is somewhere else." Tony was breathing heavily.

"The Tower is literally the best place to keep him in, though."

"He's killed people!"

"We all have. Casualties are inevitable in our line of work."

"He's killed GOOD people!"

You picked something from between your teeth. "Tony, you remember that time when I had a contract on you and put two bullets in your ass?"

"That's irrelevant. We didn’t know each other then, and besides, I got you a better paid contract, on your employer, yes, but that has nothing to do-"

"I killed people, Tony. And you welcomed me here."

You held his gaze, heavy with rage and betrayal. You would feel worse about it, had it not been for his own good. The topic of Loki's future had been the cause of many heated discussions in the past few weeks, and it's already been settled on letting him stay in the Tower for some time. Now that he's actually been brought in, new energy seemed to flow into Tony, unfortunately without new arguments against it.

He has been beaten and he knew it.

"If he murders someone, it's gonna be on you," he pointed at you before leaving the kitchen.

Steve sighed deeply, exhausted to the core. His conscience hasn't been the happiest about the choice the Avengers made together either, but he knew it was the only solution.

You turned to Loki. "Welcome to the Tower."

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Please Hate Me //part 10

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

Everything happened in a rush.

There was no coherent thought in your head as you shot through the corridor and into your room. There was no hesitation as you strapped the weapons to your belt and suit. The world around you was a blur dotted with mixed colors, but your hands didn't shake as you got ready. 

There was no thought, only instinct and muscle memory. If you allowed yourself to dwell on what you heard from the boy, your mind would spiral down a very steep path and would only slow your body.

The adrenaline buzzed through pulsing veins, breaths were more shallow than you preferred. It would not calm you down, but hopefully prevent you from going rampant and forgetting something useful. 

Once you were ready, moments - eternity - too long - later, you allowed yourself a second of stillness. You could do it. No matter how many enemies came to New York this time, no matter how strong they were, you could stop them and any further bloodshed yourself. The boy said he was doing his best, but he could see the bodies already… 

You turned around. Loki stood in the door to your room. 

He took in the tension that held your muscles taut, pushing out any humor or carelessness. The golden time of jokes and harmless teasing passed, as all good things always do. It left only faint memories tinted in seconds of clarity and clouded emotions and a sense of a better side of life passing away beyond reach. 

"This is the moment when you have to decide what path you want to take," you said in a tight, almost breaking voice. "I can't choose for you." 

Loki looked at the metallic bracelets around your wrists. 

"What's going to happen once we leave the Tower?" 

"I have no idea." 

"But you're doing it anyway." 

"Yes." 

There was no time to waste, but you allowed him to weigh the options. 

He reached out to you. "Do you have any knives?" 

He took the few spare ones you had and joined you running to the elevator. 

The Tower's exit made you stop. 

It was a bright morning on the outside and what looked  to be a good beginning of a nice day. And yet, between you and that day where the monsters rummaged the city, stood a simple set of glass doors. 

Loki and you exchanged glances as the weight of the bracelets heaved on your wrists. They wouldn't explode. Why would Stark or Strange want them to hurt you leaving the Tower, right? Maybe paralyse at best. That would make sense. Or maybe send an alarm to someone. 

Right? 

You licked your suddenly dry lips and stepped towards the exit, Loki close behind. 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked, the same sort of worry that crawled through your insides, creeped into his voice too. 

"No. But this is the only one I have." 

Before you could think about it any further, you crossed the threshold. 

The bracelet let out a strong buzz through your arm and a high-pitched shrieking note. The tiny light on one side of it turned alarmingly red, but… nothing else happened. 

Loki nodded slightly, as if to himself and braced himself after you. His bracelet, and yours, reenacted the same sequence, but allowed you to leave. 

You didn't look back as you dived into the city. You ran through the streets, only beginning to get crowded. The few people wandering around jumped out of your way and you couldn't blame them. In full battlesuit, with your weapons visible, and a well-known god a pace away, that sight would stay with pedestrians for a while. 

The park Peter told you about was only two blocks away. The closer you were, the more fear you could see in people's faces. Some were running away. Some had blood on their clothes. 

Police sirens cut through the air.

The officers formed a line around the park entrance. That close, you could hear roars and smashing sounds. 

You flew past them, your feet carrying you at the speed of light. Some shots were fired, but where-

Something broad crashed into your guts from the side, throwing you to the left. 

The ground hit you hard. Your elbow screamed with pain. You rolled with the power of the strike, the air kicked from your lungs.

You pushed yourself to your knees just in time to see the strange, massive creature sprinting your way on four too long legs. It had a bone white structure on its head, perfect for slamming into whatever crossed its path. 

You put three bullets in it, but the creature didn't even slow. You jumped right as it neared you. You put two more in its side, but to no effect. 

The creature turned, its side bleeding a dense and oily black substance, and fixed two sets of very small, very evil eyes on you. 

The gun deemed useless, you took out a long, hunting knife. It was good steel, hardened and sharp, and thirsty for blood, no matter the color. 

The creature took a step forward, building speed to-

A huge concrete block slammed into it, burying it deep. An inhumane shriek sounded and ended abruptly. 

Peter jumped to you, his webs hanging from a lamp. His suit was torn and dusty, and his hands were shaking, but whether from pain or adrenaline, you couldn't tell. His head was constantly turning around, his body never still, panic sweating through his pores. 

"Oh god, we have a serious problem."

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Please Hate Me //part 5

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by@thefandomimagine

Nothing was going according to plan.

Well, the plan had only a brief moment to properly form, but that was usually enough to make it work. As long as Loki's magic worked, of course.

The silence was beginning to feel awkward. His magic came and disappeared again, and absolutely nothing had changed in his situation. He was still trapped in the damned tower, with the person in front of him very unwilling to let him sneak out and leave, and, what was the biggest problem, you were now more alert than ever.

Also, you had a knife.

Loki was unsure how you produced it in such a short time when the winds of his magic first enveloped him, and it was only rational to suspect you could produce more, were they to come in handy. Not that he felt threatened, of course. Let's be real, he was a god.

If he wasn't a little prone to melancholy, Loki might feel a bit of a connection to you at that moment, or at the very least, some sort of mutual respect, between one skilled knife-wielder to another. He wasn't in a mood for that, unfortunately.

His smile was charming as ever and bright enough to light up the room.

Yours emanated an unnerving threat, and, he had to admit, it had a rather chilling effect.

Peter sat still as a statue. Your arm around him looked comforting, but it squeezed him into obedience.

"So," you started quietly. "Looks like someone doesn't have any manners. You planned on leaving like that? Without saying goodbye? Rude."

"For the record, it was supposed to have a different effect," Loki pointed out, calm and composed.

"Well, performance issues are not as uncommon as you might think-"

"I think I should go," Peter scrambled to a standing position, hugging his backpack tightly enough for his knuckles to go white. He really didn't like where this conversation was going. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Mischief, sir, and I'd love to talk more-"

"Peter, sweetie, but you can, actually!" You reminded him, gesturing openly to Loki. "Look, he's all yours! As you can see, he has no way of running away, so you can bombard him with as many questions as you want!"

Loki didn't like where the conversation was going, either.

He didn't like the joy that idea gave the kid. Peter seemed tempted to do exactly what you said. Oh, how easy it is to plant an idea in such a young mind…

Peter hesitated. "I mean, I would really love to, if it's not a big problem… And it all makes sense now to me, you know, especially since Mr. Stark made me make that errand with Doctor Strange last week and now I can see what they were planning to use it for-"

Hold on. That name sounded familiar.

An icy cold realization hit Loki hard. He knew that name all too well. He still had some unfinished business with that ridiculous excuse of a sorcerer…

A new plan started to form in his head as he listened to the kid that suddenly got much more interesting.

"You hear that?" you turned to Loki. "Looks like our fancy friendship bracelets are magic-proof, so better not test my patience and don't try to pull off something like that again, okay? I'm sure if we work together, we can somehow survive these few days."

"I'd prefer to spend my time differently," Loki stated carefully.

"So would I, but Tony will skin me alive if I let him down. Come on, we're adults, we can do this. Besides, you’re supposed to be the good guy now, right? Now’s the perfect chance to prove you can be better and, I don't know, right your wrongs or something?"

Loki didn't look convinced. Peter excused himself to the kitchen to call Aunt May.

"Sorry, Tony's better with the speeches and words, but you know what I mean, right? You promised to work on yourself during your stay here, Thor even vouched for you. He doesn't want you to go to some Asgardian or Earth's prison."

And there was the never ending, fruitless discussion about good and evil. Loki rolled his eyes.

Well, it wasn’t like he felt great about what he was made to do, but he had no intention of staying as someone else's pet to foster and teach as if he was once again a naughty kid in need of schooling and moral rehabilitation.

He felt guilt. Sometimes. Rarely. On occasions.

But not enough to just give up his independence.

"Think of this as vacation, then," you offered, noticing the internal fight in his thoughts. "Just… have some reasonable fun, but don't get in any trouble."

He frowned. "And that somehow involves listening to your orders?"

"Dude, you're not my slave. We're just two unlucky assholes tied together with this," You waved your bracelet.

"We could get rid of it," he said hopefully.

"I don't think it'll be that easy if both Strange and Stark worked on it, especially having you in mind," sadly, you had to cool his enthusiasm down.

Loki groaned with irritation, leaning back on the couch hopelessly. "This must be the stupidest idea Thor ever came up with."

"Survive these few days and you can rub it in his face."

"Is that a challenge? That sounded like a challenge," he raised an eyebrow.

"If that's what will keep you in check, yes. Totally."

Despite himself, Loki let out a small laugh. His situation was far from what he wished it was, but at least he wouldn't be bored to death by his companion in misery. Vacation, you said? No war, no politics, no being used as a weapon by somebody else? Alright, that he could do…

Peter came back with his phone ready to film.

"Alright, Mr. Mischief, how do you feel about doing that sparkles-thing again? 'Cause it looked super-cool and my friend Ned would die to see it!"

…but he never agreed to a kid.

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Please Hate Me //part 8

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

The worst part of having a kid is sending them to bed.

It's a surprisingly universal truth, that applies for children completely unrelated to you too. If a child ever happens to be in your vicinity enough to become your (even brief) responsibility, you can be sure that that universal truth applies to them too.

"Peter," you groaned, holding a belching off. "Your aunt is going to murder me."

Peter, in a very similar, if not even more stuffed, state, let out a dismissive whimper, not bothering to move.

Loki just laid on the couch next to you, solemnly promising himself that was the first, and last pizza he would ever consume.

"Peteeer," you whined louder, with your right foot digging its way into the boy's stomach. "I'm serious."

The sun was barely visible over the slim buildings of New York. The sky was broad and painted with sweeps of dark blues, oranges, and reds. Even without a clock in hand you could tell the day was about to end.

Aunt May had very strict rules about coming home late, and even stricter about those who stood in her boy's way home.

The amount of energy consumed by making your head turn to face Peter's was ungodly. Your stomach groaned deeply in protest. You felt as if you had swallowed a ball and that ball didn't enjoy being swallowed.

"Peter, you know I love you unconditionally, but I can't drive you home today, because of reasons," you nudged the reason next to you, making it protest half-heartedly, "and that means it's gonna take you a moment to get home. You better start rolling down the stairs already."

Peter managed to open his eyes. He looked at his limpless body stretched on the couch doubtfully. "If I take the elevator, I'm gonna throw up."

"Use the stairs."

"We're on the 25th floor."

"Good luck on your journey. Don't forget your notes."

With a lot of mumbling and whining, the boy managed to collect all of his belongings scattered around the large room. He had some trouble moving with his usual swiftness, but as far as you were concerned, he found all items belonging to him.

Goodbyes took longer than you'd prefer them to, and judging by the expression on his face, so felt Loki. It was a nice sight, though. Loki visibly struggled in the boy's tight hug, but was nice enough not to mention it. You considered it a step in a good direction. (Next would be having brunch, but that could wait a moment. After pizza-time, none of you really held any desire for additional food in the near future.)

Once the boy left, you let out a deep sigh, melting farther into the couch. Loki didn't bother moving, so you ended up with his elbow buried in your side.

"Move that arm yourself, or I'm gonna do it for you," you promised with the faint echo of a threat.

Loki didn't seem bothered. "You can't even move a finger right now."

"Neither can you. I didn't know nordic gods could get so stuffed."

"Usually they aren't forced to consume so much against their will."

"I never forced you."

"Right, you only called it a challenge, my bad."

Loki apologized with his eyes closed. Hands neatly crossed over his chest, and legs stretched over the table; he looked peaceful, if not even serene.

Crumbs over his leather armor he refused to take off and the general disarray of the pizza and chicken nugget boxes over the table, couch, and floor around didn't do much to destroy the peaceful aura that seemed to surround him. It wasn't simply caused by anything he did, or said, or wore. It seemed to radiate from within him when he wasn't looking or carefully arranging the tough mask of his persona. At times like this, he seemed almost happy.

Loki opened his eyes, as if he somehow felt your gaze lingering over his features. The dying light of the day was weak enough to play tricks on your mind. In light like this, the green of his eyes seemed almost warm. In light like this, the shadows separating you seemed almost nonexistent.

Close enough to feel the warmth of his arm, you felt comfortable. If one called it a surprise, it would be a pleasant one.

Close enough to feel the rise and fall of your chest, Loki found himself not minding it. If one called it a surprise, it'd be a welcomed one.

Your hand rose.

He leaned closer.

A fingertip booped his nose, making him jolt in surprise. He blinked, his senses coming back in a rush.

"You gonna eat that pizza?" you motioned to the last two slices. "We've got the extra spicy sauce left, since Peter refused to even look at it."

Loki blinked, gathering himself, and raised an eyebrow. "The one he promised 'melts the gums off your teeth'? No, thanks."

"Coward."

"You're childish."

"At least I'm not a coward," you opened the box and poured the creamy sauce thick over the slices.

His eyes rolled back. He should start getting used to that gesture in your presence, but it proved not to be so easy.

Skeptical, he observed your actions.

"Give me one good reason to do it," he asked with a detachment in his voice that might have been confused with resignation, if one didn't listen closely.

"To have fun. You seem to be in dire need of it," you stated with a shrug. If one did listen carefully enough, it would resonate with high observation skills peeking through the surface.

Loki didn't listen closely. His focus was centered around the thick layer of doom. As a god, he was invulnerable to most mortal weapons and threats, which came in handy during fights or battles. As far as he was concerned, it also extended to most commonly used toxins.

Your smile was wicked. The fire in your eyes - challenging.

"No," said Loki.

"Chicken. It's just a sauce."

"I'm not interested."

"Alright, so sit back and watch a childish mortal prove more brave than your godly self."

"Now you're aiming at my ego."

"It's a huge target and I'm a terrible shooter. Can you blame me?"

Despite himself, he couldn't prevent a smile from shadowing over his lips. This whole day proved to be the exact opposite of what he'd expected coming to Earth in shackles, and he was happy about it. To be honest, he didn't expect it to be so… calm? Unthreatening? Despite himself, Loki felt comfortable.

He couldn't remember the last time he was able to simply exist, with no power crushing his will or guilt tripping him into obedience. He didn't have to think through every word coming out of his mouth, he didn't have to look out for cunning enemies observing his every step. No politics, no war, no trials.

For the fleeting moment (after all, what was a day to a being thousands of years old?) he could simply be Loki. Not Loki the Prince of Asgard, and certainly not Loki the Traitor.

Loki, the being in dire need of having fun, took one pizza slice and smiled the most wicked and honest smile he had in months.

"I dare you to take more than three bites," he teased.

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Please Hate Me //part 9

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by@thefandomimagine

The bright morning sun punished you for yesterday’s laziness, burning in your eyes at around 7am.

Sure, you could have gone back to your room to spend the night the proper way, but that involved its fair share of walking, and after the pizza disaster (that involved large amounts of water gulped down), walking just wasn’t the easiest thing to do.

Another problem, and one that you never anticipated, was the lack of rooms suitable for Loki.

Technically, Stark Tower was full of spare rooms, but you had no idea which ones those were, and on what floor you’d find them. Checking every single one of them, and then finding one that included a bed and met Loki’s standards (of which he didn’t fail to inform you), wasn’t exactly in your pay grade. Therefore, you decided to distract him long enough for the delicate subject to pass.

It worked all too well as you noticed the next morning, hesitantly waking up on the couch, drooling on Loki’s leathered arm.

It was probably for the best he didn’t bother taking it off before falling asleep. You weren’t an expert, but from the look of it, the leather seemed to be thick, but elastic enough not to restrain movement and, apparently, comfortable enough to allow sleeping. Its biggest strength laid in not letting your drool any overly visible stain once you brushed it off with a sleeve, though.

Life always feels a little different around 6am. No matter how often you punish yourself by waking up at that hour, there’s no true getting used to it. The world seems a little lonelier and the discarded pizza boxes glower sorrowfully instead of just being empty.

It’s a strange world to live in and being a part of it is even stranger. Something seems to live at the back of your head, crawling its way through the lazy, waking thoughts, almost formed, but still confusing.

In that state stuck in between all states, it took you a long moment to remember who or where you were, and a second one to understand what the faint sound you heard meant. Somewhere around, probably buried under the piles of things that gathered yesterday during the night marathon, was your phone that just stopped ringing. It may have played a hand in waking you up.

Loki stirred next to you, probably woken by your rapid, uncoordinated movements. He squinted as the sun hit his eyes too and muttered what sounded like a curse under his breath.

It was truly a heart-warming experience to see him struggle to consciousness just as much as you did. For a moment you wondered if he, being a god (even a rather domesticated type), would be immune to the wonders of staying up too late, but it seemed to affect him just as much.

The curtains over the huge windows making one of the rooms’ walls were not drawn for the night, so the morning sun established dominance over every surface it could reach.

It uncovered all of the mess littering the living room with such ferocity it surely would make you embarrassed were you not too tired to care. Besides, it was not like Stark and his merry crew of world-fixers would be back anytime soon, so you still had plenty of time to sort through and clean it up.

Face contorted in pure disgust, Loki tasted the foul aftertaste in his mouth. It was a shock to find none of his teeth were missing yet.

“I absolutely hate you,” he stated with the calm sureness of a man dying from thirst.

You found a bottle by your side of the couch and emptied it. The memories of the hellish sauce still dwelled in your mouth too. “That’s fair.”

He carefully stretched his legs, groaning when the loud cracking sound violated the morning silence. The expensive couch (as everything picked by Tony) looked nice to the eye, was skillfully produced, but not the most comfortable to sleep on, which wasn’t generous to your back.

Covering a yawn that almost broke your jaw was a difficult task, but Loki didn’t seem to mind. He looked annoyingly fresh.

You nudged his side.

“So, what did you think about your first night on Earth?”

“Would’ve been better if you didn’t snore.”

“You break my heart.”

“I highly doubt you have one, unless you stole it. At least you don’t drool, I guess.”

“Of course I don’t. I’m surprised you didn’t sneak out and run away, though.”

“That would be unreasonable,” he shrugged it off.

And unnecessary, but that he wouldn’t admit openly. He still wasn’t sure how exactly the bracelet around his wrist would get in his way, and for now, he decided to leave that matter alone. For now, Loki decided to enjoy your (rather dangerous) hospitality and see how his future unfolded once the heroes came back.

You started going through the mess on the table. You had a faint memory of leaving your phone somewhere around there, but the remains of various activities of the previous day and night piled up over it.

Loki sighed when you moved empty boxes onto his lap to investigate the mess further. “Might I ask the reason for this invaluable performance?”

“I think I heard my phone.”

“And who would decide to interrupt such a lovely morning?”

“That’s the part I’m curious about.”

You found it when you had almost run out of hope and decided it must have been a part of a dream. It had a stain of what looked like that hellish sauce over the screen.

“Oh, it’s Peter,” you noticed with a hint of surprise.

The smile died on your face when you saw 8 unanswered calls. The phone was set on vibrate; it was a miracle you heard it at all.

Loki froze when he noticed your expression and paleness as you dialed the boy back.

“Is everything okay?” he asked quietly, carelessly throwing the boxes to the floor.

“He’d text if it wasn’t something big,” you almost whispered, setting the phone to the speaker.

The voice on the other side was muffled, the harsh static making it almost unrecognizable. Someone screamed in the background.

“Hey, uhhh, I’m sorry I called so early but I think we’ve got some bad aliens in the park…”

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Please Hate Me //part 6

Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: Based on “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine  

The day was bright and full of terrors. 

Loki’s breath was hard and strained. With barely any strength left in his body, all he could manage was a look heavy with silent threats. It was not enough. 

“Please, please, Mr. Mischief! Just once more!” Peter’s eyes were huge and begging. He was on his knees, holding his phone ready to record.

You elbowed Loki’s side with a huge grin. “Come on, Mr. Mischief, make them sparkly fingers for the kid." 

"Have you ever heard of proper grammar?” Loki asked quietly. Anything louder was too much for him. 

“Nah, we don’t do that here. Come on, cheer the kid up." 

"I told you already that I’m not some kind of a cheap magician. I don’t entertain children. I am a Prince-" 

"Of course you’re not cheap, we don’t pay you at all. Come on, it’s either the sparkly green mist again, or you take a look at that project." 

Loki frowned. The confusion made him forget about his mental exhaustion for a moment. 

"I don’t recall the moment when I agreed to that. I thought this young man came seeking your help." 

"I absolutely suck at chemistry,” you shrugged without a hint of shame.

Peter nodded. 

“And I’m not even exaggerating when I say any one of the regulars from this tower would be more help." 

Peter nodded vigorously. 

Loki moved his eyes from you to Peter and back again with utter disbelief. He felt played in a game he wasn’t even aware he was in, and he did not like how it felt. He was used to being on the other side. 

"I’m not doing anyone’s homework, for the love of-" 

You sighed sadly, turning to Peter. "I told you he’s too dumb. Two thousand years old and he still can’t do basic chem…" 

"FIVE thousand, I’m not a child.” Gritted teeth made his words a growl. 

“Damn, five thousand and you still can’t help this kid? Look at him, he’s basically in kindergarten, and you’re gonna leave him on his own? That’s not even sad. That’s pathetic." 

Peter moved a little farther away. Despite the bracelet countering Loki’s magic, the air around him suddenly grew very chilly. 

His phone was at the ready. Just in case. 

"Did you just call me pathetic?" 

The god’s voice was calm and very sweet. Peter backed a little more. The video had already started. This was way better than chemistry project. Besides, who cares about chemistry when you can witness teasing of a living Nordic God? 

He could handle one F in a semester. 

"Me?” you touched your heart with utter surprise on your face. “Honey, I would never!" 

The living room became very still, as if in anticipation of unstoppable violence. The past few hours, since Peter entered the tower, had been leading to this point. 

They were filled with excitement on his side, annoyance and suspicion on Loki’s, and shameless teasing on yours. He should have known it was bound to explode at one point. 

A part of him could probably feel it was coming, and that’s what made all the waiting more exciting and kept Peter vigilant at all times. 

For security reasons, it would probably be unwise to post any of the recordings publicly, but at least he could share them with Ned. 

His stomach growled loudly. 

You raised an eyebrow, taking your eyes off Loki for a moment. The tension between him and you was thick enough to cut through. 

Thinking that made Peter even more hungry. He’d kill for a thick cheese pizza. 

"Don’t mind me,” he muttered quickly, but his face reddened anyway. 

“Peter, sweetie, if I let you go home hungry, your aunt will hang my insides over the chimney.” With that said, you turned back to Loki. His anger was still chilling, but you ignored it. “Sorry, Mr. Mischief, we have to finish this another time. I’ve got a kid to feed." 

A muscle tightened in Loki’s jaw dangerously as you rose from the couch. "Can’t the child take care of themselves without your assistance?" 

You gasped dramatically. "You refuse to help him with homework, you deny his pleas for having some fun, and now you won’t even let me feed him? I don’t know about you being a hero, but you’d be a terrible parent." 

Loki’s patience was about to snap. This whole situation was growing more ridiculous with every passing minute. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could withstand the urge to open the nearest window and jump. 

Using doors would be much more reasonable, but he was certain you’d have a few objections about that, as already proven. 

He never thought being a hero required such tremendous amounts of patience and self-preservation. 

Actually, now that he thought about it, Loki started to wonder what your intention was with all those arguments and teasing, all done so seemingly innocently, and yet hitting exactly where you want it to? Was it some kind of a test? 

That would actually make some sense in light of your pompous talk about righting past wrongs and becoming a better person despite the odds. Was that your way of testing if he would fulfill his promise? 

That had a semblance of logic, but he was yet to grasp your intentions fully, let alone understand them. Well, whether he liked it or not, it looked like he’d have all the time in the world for that. 

Loki’s future didn’t look very bright. 

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Please Hate Me //part 2

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine  

The more you thought about it, the more unfair your situation seemed. 

You held strong eye contact with Loki while slurping a shake. It wasn't even particularly tasty, but it was loud and annoying and therefore perfectly matched the feelings raging in you  at that moment.

Loki seemed unfazed. He quirked an eyebrow curiously, but didn't comment. Looked like you lost that battle. 

Finally, Steve entered the living room, either ignoring the echoing silence or not noticing it. "Sorry, guys. There's been a sort of emergency." 

He was holding two thin bracelets, obviously a product of Stark's technology. It looked unfamiliar. Steve handed you one of them. 

"It's a tracking device," he explained, moving closer to Loki and, after a moment of consideration, sitting next to him on the couch. "You won't be able to leave the Tower, but even if you do somehow, we won't let you just roam the city." 

"How lovely," Loki eyed the bracelet with pure disgust. Those were his first words in the half an hour that followed after Stark gave up and left. 

"Yeah," you agreed. "But why are there two of them?" 

"That one's for you." 

You blinked. 

"...what?"

Steve locked the bracelet on Loki's wrist. It clicked with dreadful finality. 

"Someone's got to keep an eye on him, and we all agreed you are perfect for that job," Steve stood up with an apologetic smile. 

"WAIT, what- Who's 'we', since I wasn't even asked-" 

"We've got a mission, and have to go immediately, but if you need anything, you know, call, I guess?" He turned to Loki. "And, please, don't destroy anything." 

You couldn't believe your eyes when he just left, leaving the both of you in an awkward silence. Apparently, neither could Loki, because you exchanged equally surprised and suspicious looks over the low coffee table between the couches. 

"You heard Cap. Don't destroy shit." 

"Where's the 'please'?" 

"Check in your ass." 

Loki didn't seem impressed by your wits, which was a true shame since you were very proud of yourself. It might not have been your smartest comeback, but at least you asserted your dominance. Sort of. 

With a heartbreaking groan, you put on your bracelet. A little dot on one side of it flashed green, which probably meant 'all good'. It didn't feel good. None of it felt good. Curse of an interrupted nap was taking its toll and there were no signs of stopping it anytime soon. 

You looked at Loki, properly this time. For someone so bright and evil, he hasn't been much of a talker lately. It was too early to judge if it was good or bad, though. 

He was still dressed in his black and green armour, which was boring, since that was all you ever saw on him. His gag was taken off, finally allowing him to talk. It was a shame you didn't have it. Just in case. Maybe you should call Cap about it. 

Loki returned the look. He didn't seem impressed by what you presented, which was fair enough given the state your sweatpants were in. 

You clapped your hands in a weak attempt of breaking the awkwardness. 

"So, you ever played poker?" 

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Please Hate Me //part 4

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

The whole situation Loki suddenly found himself in was not only ridiculous but also growing absurd. Not even in his wildest nightmares would he have imagined himself sitting in that damned Tower, sipping completely dull tea and playing poker with one of the people who put him in chains and defeated Thanos' army in New York.

It took him a while to fully realise that this was, indeed, not a feverish dream, but the reality he had been forced to live in. He had waited patiently and observed, and now it was time to make a move and get out of this place once and for all.

But maybe after the next round. He had good cards.

It was just in the moment when his anger and irritation got the best of him and made him consider throwing hands with his, how low had he fallen, babysitter, that a boy showed up, young and innocent and obviously with terrible timing.

Loki sat back, taking a hold of his emotions. If the boy managed to distract you long enough, it will only prove easier to sneak out of the tower.

The boy's eyes widened when he recognized the god, which pleased Loki deeply. There was a chance that at least someone would treat him appropriately and not like a commoner.

You snapped your fingers, bringing his attention back to yourself.

"Peter, I asked what you were doing here?"

The boy stuttered, throwing Loki wide-eyed glances. "I-... Um, wanted to ask Mr. Stark for an opinion on one of my science projects, but he didn't answer my call so I wanted to check in on him and see if everything's fine, and I couldn't find him in his lab, so-..."

"I beg you, that's enough words," you sighed painfully.

Loki moved a little to the left.

"Stark and his merry crew are out on a mission, but I'm sure he'll be more than happy to check that project of yours when they come back, probably late evening, so if you want to tuck in and have a round with us…"

Loki moved to the left again, quiet as a mouse. He was sitting at the very edge of the couch, and almost completely out of your sight.

Peter didn't seem to notice. "That's actually what I just wanted to say, because I called Ms. Potts too, and she said the mission would take a few days, so I might ask you for help if you don't mind-"

"WHAT?"

Loki didn't as much as jump, it was just a flinch, really, and barely anyone noticed, even when you turned your head to him, utter disbelief painted with bright colors on your face.

Well, it was time to say goodbye.

Loki flashed his brightest smile. "Don't worry, I won't trouble you anymore. It was a lovely game, though."

The moment you realized what he was up to, Loki focused his mind on finding that wonderful stream of energy running through his body, a place where he turned to when casting a spell. Magic ran to him, like a long lost friend, and covered him in familiar greenish mist…

…and disappeared into thin air, leaving him behind, still sitting on the leather couch.

Loki frowned. You smiled slowly, with the lazy smile of a cat finding a trapped mouse. How you produced a knife in that short time, he would never know, but you laid it down now, sitting back on the couch opposite to Loki.

You patted the seat next to you, and the boy carefully obeyed, casting wild glances between you and Loki.

With a truly evil face, you rubbed Peter's shoulder. "Oh, kid, science and modern technology is my passion."

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Not Now

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on a drabble request: “Being a fellow avenger and looking up and training with Thor but being in love with Loki but too shy to act on it?” by anonymous   //word count: ~820

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“Woah, slow down,” you gasped, backing off rapidly from Thor, trying to protect yourself with the sword’s edge.

Thor grinned, pushing it away with his.

“You have to be prepared for everything,” he stated, not giving you a chance to catch your breath before he swung the sword again.

“How am I supposed to be prepared for my lungs to give up?!”

He marked an attack and pushed you with his free hand, sucessfully making you land painfully on your back. At least the mattress cushioned your fall or else you would’ve probably passed out. You had to admit to Tony that putting it on the floor of every training room was a surprisingly well-thought out idea.

You stared at the ceiling, out of breath once again and trying to swallow your rapidly beating heart that just happened to move up to your throat.

Thor’s head appeared in your field of vision.

“I tell you all the time you have to eat more or you’re never going to be a warrior.”

“I really don’t think that would help me on that issue,” you muttered, closing your eyes. Even that part of your body felt sore. Thor was restless and seemed to never get tired. You’d always looked up to him in a way, hoping to be better a warrior - one day maybe even better than him.

That day certainly didn’t feel like it would be happening anytime soon.

“Don’t worry, my brother has always used this poor excuse of advice for everything,” you heard a different, but not unfamiliar voice say.

You opened your eyes. Now there were two faces above you. Fantastic.

You were laying on the ground in some shaggy clothes, probably shining from sweat covering your entire body, smelling not the best, and all red because of the intense exercises. Thank Odin you’d already been red or you’d definitely blush awkwardly in front of Loki. Again.

Thor frowned, gesturing to his brother.

“I did - and look at you! I could break you with my finger, because you’ve never finished a meal!”

“Do you mean the 4-course meals before the feasts?” Loki raised one eyebrow, fortunately pulling his gaze away from you.

“Ahh, you’ve always been done right after the starters,” Thor grinned happily, thinking about the past. “That’s why you have no muscles now.”

“Oh, do I?”

You’d been more than happy when they focused on each other, so that you could move to stand up. Every part of your body screamed in unison, utterly exhausted, but staying on the floor didn’t seem like a good idea.

You wished you could take a quick shower, but the only thing you could do now was fix your hair. You didn’t even have anything to cover the sweatstains, so you gave up.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” you asked Loki, trying to ignore the tension in your voice and act natural. “I thought Tony wanted to put in the prison again after you messed in his lab yesterday.”

Loki shrugged, smiling with satisfaction.

“Looks like he can’t decide all by himself. He is not meant to be even a substitute of a king even in his tower.”

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t expect any other answer from him.

“Okay, whatever. We’ll finish later, okay?” you told Thor, growing painfully aware of your smell with every passing minute. “I have to visit Wanda soon.”

“Sure, we can train in the evening too - but remember to eat well first!”

“See you later,” Loki smiled gently, making your heart stop for a second.

“You’re… going to be there too?” you mumbled in shock.

“Looks like I have to show my brother that eating like a beast does not change one’s fighting skills. It’ll be my honor if you decide to be our judge.”

“Sure, not a problem at all.”

You didn’t remember your way to the restroom. You just suddenly happened to be standing in front of a mirror, still in your sweatpants and with shock on your face. Everything felt like a dream, a very weird and kind of unsettling one. Loki seeing you fight Thor was one thing, but you seeing him do the same was going to be a mess. Okay, you were going to be a mess.

How did any of this happen? You didn’t sign up neither for Loki to start living in the Stark’s tower nor for you to enjoy meeting him randomly there that much.

You took a deep breath. You had to put yourself together before the evening or someone might notice.

You couldn’t stop a smile slowly raising on your lips. You had to admit, you couldn’t wait for it.

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A Nice Evening

Fandom: Marvel      Genres: mild violence, swearing, action

Summary: Based on: “Imagine Loki beating up your ex.” by @thefandomimagine

A/N: I’ve made the ex a man, because I doubt Loki would beat a woman.

Word count: 1,120

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Knocking on the door, Loki couldn’t help but notice the dirt covering the narrow corridor and some cigarettes left in the flower pot. The flower was long dead so it didn’t really matter. Loki thought that people were barbarians indeed, no matter how hard his brother tried to convince him otherwise.

Loki sighed, knocking again. The man Loki’s coming to visit he hasn’t seen with his own eyes yet, but because you’ve talked about him so many times, Loki felt as if it were the opposite. Usually Loki didn’t care about your ramblings about your boyfriend, simply not bothering to listen and only nod from time to time when the moment required it. It was an ability he had developed at a fairly young age, listening to the lords in the meetings Odin made him and Thor attend, to listen and learn about the politics and how to rule the kingdom.

Things changed recently when what he started to hear became completely different from the usual, happy chattering. Loki didn’t like what he’d heard.

The door finally opened, revealing a casual, grey face of a human being Loki wouldn’t even look at on the streets. Surprise was clear on both men’s faces, but for completely different reasons. It was obvious Loki didn’t belong in that dusty place, dressed in a suit and a long coat. His hands were laying loosely on the staff’s head.

Your ex-boyfriend couldn’t hide the shock as a man dressed like Loki was surely one of the last things he’d expect.

“The fuck you want?” he cursed with anger raising his voice, thinking it was some kind of a joke.

“Good afternoon, sir. I’ve come to talk about our mutual friend because of some recent news that I’ve…”

Your ex-boyfriend muttered something under his breath, not caring what Loki wanted to say. He pushed the door hoping to shut it closed in front of the god’s face, but it was stopped by one end of his staff.

“I promise it won’t take too much of your precious time if you let me do what I came here for,” Loki said calmly as if nothing happened.

The man’s face reddened.

“Who do you think you are?!”

“A god.”

Loki opened the door wider, stepping inside and before the man could react in any way, he was kicked inside. He landed on the floor, slamming into a chair.

The Norse God closed the door, casting a useful spell over the house not to let any sound leave it. He planned to have a nice little chat with the man he’s heard so much about, but it would be a shame if someone bothered them.

He looked around the house, frowning when he faced a pathetic mix of cheap furniture, dishes that were practically begging for a drop of water, and a nasty smell the source of which was unknown. The man behind him clambered back to his feet, grabbing a heavy plate, probably to use as a weapon. Loki turned his staff upside down, hitting him with its head. It made a very pleasant cracking sound.

He took the other chair, sitting in front of the whining mess on the floor.

“I see that there is no point in any kind of introduction, so I will go right to the very essence of my visit. I’d like to know what your reasons were behind treating our friend the way you did. Please, don’t waste my time on poor excuses, I know about everything.”

“None of your business,” the man muttered, wiping the blood off his face. He sat down, but it looked like he was more cautious and didn’t try to attack Loki recklessly again.

“Actually, it is very much my business, because you’ve hurt our mutual friend so deeply it’s the only thing on their mind since then.”

The man burst out laughing. Loki couldn’t believe you could have trusted a creature like that even for a few weeks.

“Do I look like I care? They got what they deserved, end of story.”

“Oh, so you too are fond of quid pro quo thinking? How wonderful. I’m sure we’ll make good friends then, darling,” Loki smirked viciously. Something crossed the man’s face. It wasn’t terror yet, but Loki had just enough patience to slowly work on that.

One and a half hour later, Loki fixed his collar. He opened a window sometime ago, because it got warmer as the ‘talk’ continued. The cool breeze felt brilliant on his skin.

“I hope we are clear now,” he said, sliding his coat back on. “I would gladly stay for a while longer, but I made an appointment I don’t want to miss. You see, this is actually one of the many differences between you and me – I am a man of my word and I would rather bite off my tongue than promise a thing I know I won’t fulfill. I’d suggest you do the same.”

Loki took his staff, cleaning it with a tissue. There was no reply.

“I hope I’ve made things clear enough for your petty little brain, but I’ll repeat myself just in case – if you ever cause any harm to our friend again, I won’t be as nice as I was today. I don’t want them to even see you again.”

He threw the bloodstained tissue out, heading to the exit with a proud smile on his face. He probably shouldn’t be, especially since he never thought of himself as a man who enjoyed violence, but this time it felt necessary. Only simple actions could reach to simple people and that happened to suit that sad excuse of a man Loki had just met.

Whistling something quietly, Loki’s mind focused on one particularly nasty kick the man had received. Maybe kidneys hits didn’t hurt so bad at first, but after a few days the pain would only grow. That was definitely a thing to be pleased about.

Loki felt great and not only because he did a good deed for once. He hoped that you’d finally stop talking about that man. Loki had no idea how in the hell you ended up with him anyway – there were so many better men around you (and he surely wasn’t thinking about himself). Well, maybe a little. He just proved that he wasn’t as bad as everybody pictured him. He couldn’t wait to tell you about his day. He was sure your face would light up as Loki would picture how he made the man pay for everything.

Maybe you’d finally see the better side of the God of Mischief?

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