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Mischief, Meet Your Match - Chapter Four (Loki x Reader)

WARNINGS: Violence, Swearing, Smut, Loki

SUMMARY:

Sam would say your liking for bad boys has gone too far.

Tony would kill the God of Mischief with his bare hands.

Steve would lock you in your room and never let you out.

Natasha would probably just throw you off the roof.

But there’s just something about Loki that draws you to him, and you couldn’t help it even if you wanted to.

MASTERLIST

It felt like being sucked into a vacuum and being dumped into a blender while there was a dubstep concert going on around you.

Your feet finally hit sold ground and your immediate reaction was to try and faceplant the ground, which you would have done if not for Loki’s hold on you. You tried to swear loudly but what actually came out sounded a lot more like

“Fwwaaargh.”

“Eloquently put.” Loki said dryly from behind you.

You weakly tried to wrestle yourself away from him in vain until he sighed loudly and abruptly released you. You stumbled forwards a few steps and sunk to your knees.

“The fuck Mischief?” You demanded.

“Pardon?”

“You kidnapped me!”

“I suppose I did but in my defence I had to think on my feet after your betrayal.” He snapped.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, prepared to call Steve and put up with the ‘eyebrows of disappointment’ if it meant he came and rescued you.

“Come on.” You muttered, flicking the screen in an attempt to make your phone pick up a signal.

You held it up in the air, eyes on the signal bar when your finally realised exactly what had just happened.

“Oh no.” You groaned.

Loki was stood in front of you with an extremely amused expression, the sunlight highlighting the smugness in his eyes. The sunlight from both of the suns. There were two suns in the sky.

“Have you finally caught up to the situation?” He asked.

“I am not in fucking Kansas anymore.” You whispered, horrified.

“Welcome to , Ciegrim-7, known as ‘the Distiller's Planet.’, Kitten.” Loki said.

You were on another planet. The dirt beneath your knees wasn’t Earth, the sky above you was on the other side of the universe. You were alone, in space, with the God of Mischief… who you’d just tried to screw over. You violently threw your useless phone at his smug face and he caught it easily without even blinking.

“Send me back!” You ordered.

“No.” He said simply.

You ground your teeth together in frustration and pushed off from the ground, not bothering to straighten your stance as you wrapped your arms around Loki’s waist and used your momentum to piledrive him into the ground.

“I’m not playing Mischief, send me back, right fucking now.” You snarled as you tried to wrap your hands around his throat.

“We always seem to end up in this position.” He chuckled, catching your wrists with ease.

You were in fact straddling him again, only this time you didn’t have a handy pair of magical cuffs to use on him.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You groaned, trying to tug your wrists out of his grip.

“It’s not what I’m doing to you that you should be worried about, think more about what I could do with you. What we could do together.” He suggested.

This was a bad situation, you needed to focus on that and not the fact that Loki’s body was firmer than you expected, or the way his slender fingers were locked tightly around your wrists, or the smirk on his face that said he knew exactly what you were thinking about.

“You and your team killed or contained my last batch of recruits so as recompense you will be helping me hire some new associates.” He said, breaking through your perfectly innocent internal musings.

“I’ll be doing what now?” You demanded.

“The Distillers Planet is one of the best places in the galaxies to find down on their luck cutthroats with no morals and empty pockets. I’m in need of new allies, you’re going to help me.” He said, sitting up so you were face to face.

“I’d say to give me one good reason why I would help you but I’m guessing you’re not going to send me home until I do?” You sighed.

“It is refreshing how smart you are.” He admitted.

“Smart enough to get the better of you almost twice, sure you wanna trust me Mischief?” You asked with a smug smirk.

“You don’t have a way of containing me anymore kitten and you’re all alone with me. You won’t survive without my help, never mind get home back to your probably frantic Captain.” He reminded you.

Steve… You couldn’t even imagine how he was going to react to Thor telling him Loki had taken you off world. You needed to get back to him so he could murder you for being so stupid.

“Fine. I’ll help you Mischief.” You sighed.

“Isn’t it better to be friends than enemies?” He asked.

“We aren’t friends.” You insisted.

“A claim that would have a little more bite to it if you weren’t comfortably sat on my lap.” He pointed out.

You looked down at the practically non-existent space between your chests. You truthfully hadn’t even really thought about the compromising permission you were in when he started talking, content to just sit there while you spoke.

“You have proven that you can hold your own against me in a fight, yet you knocked me to the ground, straddled me and then gave up. What am I to make of that?” He asked suggestively.

“That you have comfortable thighs.” You shrugged.

It was true, his lap was surprisingly comfy and he might be a psychotic dark god who had tried to take over your whole planet and had kidnapped you and brought you to an alien planet but you didn’t feel like you were in danger from him. Which was probably stupid of you and would definitely bite you on the ass.

Loki however looked perplexed by your answer as you stood up and brushed the dirt from your jeans. He had probably expected you to be embarrassed or to flirt back with him, not act casual about it but you took great pleasure in being unpredictable to the chaos maker.

~~~Meanwhile On Earth~~~

“Can’t you track her phone?” Clint demanded.

“It’s not meant to be taken off planet, I can’t track it when it’s god knows how many lightyears away!” Tony grumbled.

“What about your guy in Asgard, that Heimdall fella?” Sam asked a still sheepish looking Thor.

“Loki learned how to hide himself from Heimdall a long time ago, he can not help us.” Thor explained.

“I can’t track the Gamma signature on the Tesseract outside of our atmosphere.” Bruce sighed.

“So nobody can find them? Loki has her and we don’t have a clue where in the universe he’s taken her? That’s what your saying?” Steve said quietly from the back of the room.

His voice cut through the squabbling and rendered everybody silent. He had succinctly summed up the sheer hopelessness of the situation while he stared blankly at the wall.

“We will find them, we will bring her home.” Thor vowed.

“She shouldn’t be gone in the first place. What the hell were you thinking?” Bucky asked, frustration pouring off him in waves as he shot concerned side glances at Steve.

“The Lady believed she could convince Loki to reveal the Tesseract and she was right. We almost had him, her plan was a good one.” Thor argued.

“Can’t have been that good because not only did Loki escape with the Tesseract he took her! He took my…” Steve snapped, trailing of at the end of his sentence and swallowing thickly.

“Your what?” Natasha asked meaningfully.

Steve shook his head and stormed out of the room, his shoulder shaking with tense rage.

“Let him go.” Sam said softly to Thor before the blonde god could follow him.

“I will return her, I swear. Loki will not get away with this.” Thor said, more to himself than anyone else.

“Don’t blame yourself pointbreak, the kids got most of us wrapped around her little finger. She’s talked us into some stupid plans as well.” Tony said, clapping Thor on the shoulder.

“Like the time she convinced you to let her use the repulsors from your suit so she could make instant popcorn?” Sam sniggered.

Bucky quietly slipped from the room before anyone could notice him because he knew when it came to your stupid ideas, he was the worst offender. He followed after Steve before the team decided to relive some of his greatest hits. He had a pretty good idea as to where Steve had gone and he was right. He found Steve sat on the end of your bed, a picture frame clutched in his hands.

“We’ll bring her back. You know she’s probably panicking about how badly you’re going to ground her when she gets back.” Bucky said, leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m not going to ground her. She’s an adult and I’m not her father.” Steve scoffed.

“No? What you got there punk?” Bucky asked knowingly.

Steve turned the frame around so Bucky could see the picture in it. It was a picture Bucky knew well, he was the one who had taken it and it usually resided on your bedside cabinet. After your first ever successful mission as part of the team you had fallen asleep on the quinjet and he, Natasha and Tony had stifled their laughter when Steve paused in the middle of his proud verbal re-enactment of your actions as your head slumped down onto his shoulder. Steve had looked concerned for a brief moment, rearranging his position so you wouldn’t get a cramp in your neck and then proceeded to continue with his glowing praise in a whisper. Bucky had subtly snapped the picture of you sleeping peacefully with Steve was visibly glowing with pride and affection.

“Get up.”

“No.”

“You were supposed to be in the gym ten minutes ago.”

“Five more minutes.” You bartered, burrowing down into the covers.

“Kid, Hydra won’t give you five more minutes. I know you’re exhausted and I’ve been pushing you really hard but it’s for a reason. You need to be prepared to fight at a moments notice, no matter how tired you are.” Steve explained.

You groaned and finally emerged from the covers, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Good girl.” He praised, turning around to leave you to get ready when he spotted the photo on your bedside table.

You saw where he was looking and blushed slightly.

“I… Before this, before you, my life was pretty meaningless. Ordinary and boring and that was ok but then I met you and I thought I could be more but I was still scared. Nobody has ever taken a chance on me like you did and I like having a reminder there that someone believes in me, that I have somebody to make proud.” You whispered, too afraid to meet his eyes.

He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed with his back to you. He fidgeted for a moment before he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and flipped it open, handing it to you. You slowly took it, your eyes getting embarrassingly damp when you saw a smaller version of the same photo, slotted between an old black and white photo of the beautiful Peggy Carter and a fairly recent picture of Bucky and Sam laughing at something off camera.

“I am proud of you, I have been ever since you made me promise to punch that doctor in the groin if you died. I worry all the time, I hate that you chose this path because it’s so dangerous but you knew that and you did it anyway. How could I not be proud of you?” He explained and you looked up to see him staring at you with a meaningful expression.

“I will never not be proud of you. I will be especially proud if you get up and help me and Buck run laps around Sam though.” He said with a shit eating grin.

“Aye Aye captain.”

“This is my fault Bucky. She was trying to get the tesseract because of me, to make me proud. I should have never let her near Loki.” Steve sighed.

“Can it Punk. You said it yourself, she’s an adult. She’s also an Avenger. Should she have told us what she was up to? Yes, but it was a good plan. Sam said Loki reacted strangely to her, she used that to her advantage to manipulate him. She didn’t learn that from you, she learned it from me and Nat but we aren’t wallowing in guilt. Because she made her own choices and she’ll learn from her mistakes like the rest of us. So lets just focus on getting her back alright?” Bucky said with authority, stepping into the role Steve usually occupied, taking charge of the situation.

“You’re right. Call T’Challa and see if Shuri can help. Have Natasha get a hold of Fury, I’m going to start digging through all Shields old files on the Tesseract. And I’ve changed my mind, she’s absolutely grounded when she gets back.”

~~~On Ciegrim-7~~~

Loki resisted the urge to roll his eyes and settled for a long, loud sigh.

“Hurry up.” He snapped over his shoulder at you.

You ignored him, still standing at the top of the hill, awestruck. You knew you were on a different planet and Loki had already told you that that it was populated but seeing it was a completely different thing. The city not too far in the distance was so alien and so beautiful. It was a strange mixture of a medieval village and a futuristic city. Hundreds of thatched buildings mixed in with towering metal skyscrapers and factories. Smoke plumed over the sky above the city but it was brightly coloured, green smoke drifted upwards and mingling with a purple one. It was insane and beautiful.

“You’re forgiven.” You said, turning your eyes to Loki.

He looked taken aback and confused.

“For kidnapping me. If you hadn’t, I would have never seen this. I’m just a little human from Earth and I’m standing above an alien city. I… thank you.” You elaborated.

“This is nothing to gape at, just a filthy city filled with miscreants and workers. Of all the things in the universe I could show you that would take your breath away, this is insignificant.” He scoffed.

“Maybe to you Mischief, but I’m not a 1000 years old. I’m not numb to the beauty the universe has to offer yet.” You argued as you fell into step beside him, both of you making your way towards the wonderous city.

“I’m not numb to beauty. True beauty is rare and astonishing and I promise, I very much appreciate it when I see it.” Loki said softly.

It wasn’t often his voice took on that kind of tone and you looked over at him in surprise, curious about what someone like him would class as true beauty. His eyes were locked on yours and he blinked and looked away quickly.

“Every time I start to forget how small your race is I am reminded. The universe is more vast and amazing that your tiny mind could begin to comprehend.” He sneered.

“And it’s more beautiful than your jaded and cynical mind could begin to truly appreciate.” You rebutted.

“Would you like me to prove how thoroughly I can appreciate beauty, kitten?” He whispered lowly, his hand brushing over the small of your back.

“What I’d really like Mischief, is for you to explain how exactly you expect me to help you find a band of not so merry men to join you.” You said coldly, stepping away from his touch.

“I told you, the people here are down on their luck cutthroats. Not exactly pleasant company. I need you to make sure that while I am hiring mercenaries, another miscreant doesn’t try to put a knife in my back.” He explained with a shrug.

You stopped dead and glared at him. He sighed and turned around to see what the hold up was, raising an eyebrow at the palpable rage coming from you.

“You STOLE me and took me across the UNIVERSE because you needed a BODYGUARD????” You shrieked.

A/N - If you want please tell me what you thought of this chapter? What did you like? What didn’t you like? What do you want to see in the future? What do you think will happen?

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Mischief, Meet Your Match - Chapter Two (Loki x reader)

WARNINGS: Violence, Swearing, Smut, Loki

SUMMARY:

Sam would say your liking for bad boys has gone too far.

Tony would kill the God of Mischief with his bare hands.

Steve would lock you in your room and never let you out.

Natasha would probably just throw you off the roof.

But there's just something about Loki that draws you to him, and you couldn't help it even if you wanted to.

Read Part One Here

The last time The Avengers had put Loki in a cage, it had been exactly where he had wanted to be. This time they were more careful. Loki was safely ensconced in a glass cube that had been enchanted by Dr Strange to contain the tricksters magic. The cube itself was in an empty, bland warehouse that was highly guarded and miles away from civilisation and the Avengers themselves.

It was dull for the first few days until what he guessed was around mid afternoon on the fourth day when the camera’s in every corner of the room that were pointed at his cell all simultaneously beeped and switched off. He looked around the room with curiosity but for at least ten minutes nothing happened.

“Hey Mischief.”

Loki stilled before he finally, slowly craned his neck to see you casually perched on the top of his cell, wiggling your wingers as you waved happily at him.

“Ever notice how they always put the attractive bad guys in glass prisons?” You asked, smirking down at the dark god who looked remarkably unimpressed by your presence.

“Have you come to gloat? To taunt me?” He asked coldly.

“Nope, I’m here to entertain you.” You said jovially, hopping down to the ground gracefully and holding up a book for him to see before you carefully slid it into the slot where his meal trays were delivered.

“Without the permission of your teammates I see.” He noted, looking pointedly at the camera’s and ignoring the novel.

“Better tell them you do whatever the hell you want than ask permission.” You shrugged as you settled on the floor in front of his cell, ignoring the way he towered sinisterly over you through the glass.

“Ah, a woman after my own heart.” He teased.

“It’s not your heart I’m interested in Mischief.” You rebutted, winking at him.

For a brief moment he looked kind of delighted by your quick response, even going so far as to shoot you a blinding smile.

You pulled a deck of cards from your pocket shuffled them.

“What are you doing?” He asked and you looked up to see him frowning down at you.

“Entertaining you… My options are limited what with you being in a cell and all.” You told him, dealing the cards and slotting his into the metal rim that ran along the edges of the cage, keeping the cube intact.

The backs of the cards were facing you so he could see what they were but you couldn’t.

“I could think of ways you could… entertain me.” He said in a low voice and you laughed.

“Well beggars can’t be choosers. Ace cards can be one or eleven, it’s up to you. Face cards are ten. The goal is to make 21 without going over, go over and you’re bust, you lose. Hit or stick… Want another card or are you happy with what you got?” You gave him the most basic explanation.

“I’m happy with what I have.” He said.

You shrugged and checked your own cards, managing to make 19 with your Queen of Spades and 9 of diamonds. You turned your cards over first before checking his. King of Spades and Ace of Hearts.

“Son of a… did you use your magic?” You demanded.

“My magic is contained by this cell.” He reminded you.

“Sure Jan.” You muttered under your breath.

You got a mischievous smirk on your face and reshuffled the cards.

“My magic is intact thankfully… wanna see?” You asked him.

“By all means… Impress me.” He smirked down at you like you were a silly child he couldn’t even be bothered placating.

“Pick a card, any card but don’t tell me which one you pick.” You ordered, splaying the deck for him to see.

He nodded once curtly to show he’d made his decision. You theatrically shuffled the cards one last time before tapping them and revealing the card with a flourish.

“Is this your card?” You asked smugly.

“No.”

Your grin faltered.

“Ok fine, Is this… your card?”

“No.” He sighed, looking less than impressed.

“Come on! Are you lying?” You asked him with a disappointed look.

“A fair assumption but again, no. I chose The King Of Hearts. You failed to produce my card twice, so you lose.” He taunted.

“It’s your stupid cell, it’s playing havoc with my magic.” You huffed in annoyance and shoved the cards back into your pockets.

“Then perhaps you should let me out? We could go somewhere with no interference and make some magic together.” He offered.

“I’m not easy Mischief.” You scoffed.

“My mistake, I can see how I should have known you were a lady of strong character and morals.” He sassed.

The corners of your lips twitched and you leant back on your elbows, sizing him up through the glass.

“Why did your friend call you Kitten?” He asked abruptly.

“I was this adorable stray that was brought back from a mission and never left. The Avengers adopted me.” You explained with a fond smile.

Loki cocked his head, obviously expecting more information so you sighed and gave it to him, remembering the life changing event that had led to you being an Avenger.

“The serum that made you into a god amongst men is in your blood. This serum we have developed will allow a test subjects body to absorb the characteristics of your blood… if they survive.” The Doctor explained, his clear excitement for the subject bubbling through.

It made Steve feel sick. He pulled at the restraints pinning him to the operating table but they were strong and he was weak from blood loss as his blood was currently being extracted. He shouldn’t have gotten pulled into this situation but he’d only been given half the information. What was supposed to be a simple rescue mission had blown up in their faces because of secrets he hadn’t been privy to.

“Bring in Patient Zero.” The Doctor ordered.

You were dragged in by two dark suited, burly agents, a third trailing behind you with his gun drawn. One of the agents had a split lip and the other had scratch marks on his cheek.

“Unhand me you fiends!” Yu demanded.

“The sedatives didn’t calm her down, they just made her loopier.” One of the agents snarled.

“It matters little, she will likely be dead soon but her corpse will provide us with information about how the serum works when combined with the Captains blood.” The scientist said giddily.

The second you’d been dragged in, Steve had redoubled his efforts to break free and at the mention of his name your attention was drawn to him.

“Pleasure to meet you Cap, shame about the circumstances.” You crowed loudly as you were manhandled onto a table like his.

“Let her go! You don’t have to kill innocents to do this!” Steve yelled.

“We won’t be using this formula on our people until it’s safer so she should be honoured. Her death will pave the path to a brave new world.” The scientist.

“Psst, Cap.” You stage whispered.

Steve turned to look at you.

“Do all bad guys really talk like B-Movie villains?” You asked.

“Enough.” The scientist hissed, slapping you across the face.

“Oh buddy, if I survive this I swear to god I’m going to use the super strength to punch you in the dick.” You vowed.

“Don’t worr, it is far more likely you will die, this is only a first attempt after all.” He sneered.

“Captain, if I die punch this guy in the dick for me.” You ordered, twisting your neck so you could look him in the eye.

There was a tick in his clenched jaw as he regarded you with a stormy gaze before he looked at the tubes that were rapidly pulling his blood from his body. He nodded once, decisively.

“Yes ma’am.” He agreed to your request.

What else could he say, he couldn’t promise you would survive or tell you that it was all going to be ok. All he could do was promise that you would be Avenged. You appreciated the assurance.

“You were made into the Captains image through experimental science?” Loki asked with a frown.

“Not his image exactly, but internally… kinda. The blood in my veins is the same blood that runs through Steve Rogers veins. He still gets ruffled if I call him dad though.” You sniggered.

Loki seemed to take the information in blankly, his face impassive but you could see the way his eyes were looking at you in a new light, reassessing you speculatively.

“Of course evil scientists don’t really know their stuff because they failed, epically. I would have died but Dr Banner managed to manipulate the enhanced healing aspect of the serum before I died. I can heal anything short of a life threatening injury pretty easily.” You explained.

“So when I hit you hard enough to discombobulate you…” Loki trailed off.

“You’d have to hit me a hell of a lot harder to keep me down.” You scoffed.

“Noted.” He said dryly.

“Aw Mischief, I thought we were getting along? After I brought you books and games and everything.” You pouted.

“If we were truly friends you wouldn’t be keeping me in a cage.” He pointed out.

You stood up and smirked at him, leaning into the glass.

“I like you Mischief, doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“Wise decision Kitten, I may like you more than most of your race but I will not hesitate to kill you when I escape.” He told you, his words venomous but his tone pleasant, friendly, almost respectful.

The camera’s beeped and you backed away from the cell.

“I suggest you kill me first Mischief, because if you don’t I will take you down again.” You vowed and with a short running start you leapt back onto the top of the cell with ease and disappeared through a panel in the ceiling, seconds before the camera’s came back on.

It was hours after you left when he finally grew bored enough to flip open the novel you’d brought. Something fluttered from the pages and he caught it deftly, flipping it over in his hand with an awestruck expression. There hidden in the pages of the book you’d given him before you played your failed card trick was The King Of Hearts. He dropped the book on the ground, discarding it as he turned the playing card in his hands.

“Well played Kitten.” He muttered to himself, his lips twitching in amusement.

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A/N – Fun fact, In my story Asgard is still there, Odin’s alive (ugh) and Hela hasn’t been freed.Ragnarok, Infinty War and Endgame don’t apply to my Marvelverse!

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