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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Hi I was jw if you could do a Loki x reader where they have a huge fight and then reader leaves for a mission to only come back injured. Loki is given a note from her apologizing to him and when she wakes up he takes care of her apologizing as well? Super duper fluffy ending?

Hey anon!! I have two asks that have very similar ideas so I'm doing them together. I'm sorry if it took me so long to get to it that you sent it again but I really do love this idea. I changed a little bit of it and kinda combined both asks. Hopefully it was worth the wait 💚

That's Not What I Meant

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: arguing, angst, injury, lots of fluff

Summary: You and Loki have an argument but before the two of you can resolve it, you are called away on a mission for a few days. You return from the mission injured and still hurt by what Loki said before you left but he is determined to show you how much you truly mean to him.

A/N: I threw in Halloween stuff cause it's October so why not right 🎃 lol... also, as usual this got away from me and is way longer then I intended 🤷‍♀️

"Its October first!" you say as you flip the calendar on your kitchen wall excitedly. "Do you know what that means?" you turn towards Loki.

He looks up from the coffee maker, "I would say its Saturday but I imagine that's not the answer you are looking for."

"Its Halloween!" you answer with a wide smile. He rolls his eyes but you catch a glimpse of him smiling before he turns back to face the counter. You move to stand behind him and put your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back.

He shakes his head and chuckles softly while he pours the fresh coffee into two mugs. "I was under the impression that Halloween was on the last day of the month, not the first," he says.

You groan, letting go of him so you can lean your back against the counter next to him. You look up at him, crossing your arms and say, "Technically yes but... we can do Halloween stuff all month."

He takes a sip of his coffee, "A whole month seems a bit unnecessary. Surely one day is enough."

"It absolutely is necessary!" you tell him, a bit louder than you expected to.

He raises an eyebrow then waves his hand for you to continue. "Very well. What did you have in mind, darling?" he asks.

"Everything... Some of the parks here do hayrides, corn mazes and apple picking. I've always wanted to go apple picking, maybe Wanda could teach me how she makes those mini apple crumbles," you say and Loki smiles, you know how much he loves any type of dessert he can get his hands on. "There are tons of haunted houses we can visit of course," you add.

"Of course," he nods dramatically in agreement which causes you to laugh.

"Oh and I feel like you would like pumpkin carving," you say and he tilts his head curiously. "Because you know..." you make a stabbing motion, "Knives and such."

"That seems acceptable," he laughs then leans forward to kiss you briefly. "Anything else, love?"

"Can't forget watching horror movies with lots of junk food and cuddles or scaring everyone on the team," you tell him.

"How could I say no to either of those?" he smiles as he puts his coffee mug on the counter and moves closer to you. He slips one arm around you and you lean against his chest, looking up at him. "It'll be hard to pick a favorite activity but I don't think you can beat scaring the others," he says with a mischievous grin.

You hit his chest lightly, "Want to try picking a favorite again?"

He kisses the top of your head, "Pumpkin carving?"

"You're the worst," you giggle as you pull free. "The correct answer is horror movies and cuddles, obviously. Just for that, I'm picking out our costumes for Stark's party."

His mood shifts suddenly as the playful smile leaves his lips. He picks up his coffee mug and takes another sip. "There's no need for you to do that," he says in a serious tone, "I won't be attending the party." With that, he turns and walks out of the kitchen.

"You don't want to go?" you ask as you follow him into the living room.

He sits on one end of the couch and sets his mug on the coffee table. "Y/N, you know I don't go to Stark's parties. I never have and I see no reason to start now," he says without looking at you.

"I thought we could go together," you say with a hopeful smile.

He picks up his book from the side table and open its, "Why would you think that?"

"Because it would be fun?" you ask, feeling more unsure of yourself with every passing moment.

He looks up at you briefly and then back to his book. "I doubt very much it would be," he says.

You stand across from him in silence, hurt by the thought that Loki didn't even want to consider going with you. Loki has never been one to socialize with the team voluntarily but you had been excited about the idea of finally having a date to one of Stark's parties.

"I know we've only been dating a few months but... I guess I just assumed you would want to go with me," you say quietly.

"Don't Midgardians have a saying about assuming things?" he asks as he turns the page of his book.

"Well, yea..." you put your mug on the coffee table. "Can you not read while we're talking?"

"You know I'm perfectly capable of holding a conversation and reading at the same time," he says without looking up, you wrap your arms around yourself and don't respond. He finally looks up and slides his bookmark between the pages before setting it on the table. "Better?" he asks in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, is it rude of me to want you to pay attention to me when I'm talking?" you ask, unable to hide your growing annoyance.

"There is nothing to talk about. I have told you I'm not going," he says. "You're more then welcome to go to that ridiculous event alone." He sits back and opens his book again.

"Its not ridiculous," you argue back but he doesn't acknowledge you as he turns the page.

"And I don't... I don't want to go alone. I want to go with my boyfriend. What's wrong with that?" you ask.

"Are you really going to just ignore me now?" you ask when he continues to read silently.

"I'm not ignoring you, I'm just done with this conversation," he says as he flips the page.

"That's not how conversations work-" you say, rolling your eye sarcastically.

"I don't want to be with you Y/N," Loki says in a harsh tone as he slams the book closed.

You instantly take a step back as his words hit you. He stands up quickly, dropping his book as moves towards you. "Go, I meant I don't want to go with you," he tries to correct himself but your mind has already latched onto those words.

"You... don't..." you whisper as you stand in front of him in disbelief, shaking your head slowly.

"No, no. That's not what I meant," he repeats. "Y/N, I didn't mean that."

He reaches for your arm and you pull away from him. "But you said it," you say, you feel as if you're heart is physically breaking. "Why would you say that?" you ask, close to tears.

"Y/N, I-" Loki starts to explain but is cut off by the sound of your phone ringing from the other room.

You turn from him and walk back to the kitchen to answer it. Loki follows you and tries to take your hand but you turn from him. You purposefully stare at your feet while on the phone to avoid looking at Loki who is growing increasingly upset and nervous.

When you hang up from your call with Agent Hill you ask, "Can you please leave? I have to be ready to take off for a mission in twenty minutes and I-"

"Y/N, I'm not leaving until we talk," he shakes his head. He attempts to close the distance between the two of you again and this time you don't move away. You keep your eyes fixed on the ground as tears begin to surface. He touches your cheek lightly but you still don't look up.

"That's not what I meant," he says again and you nod slowly, your heart believes him but your mind won't let go of this words so easily. "Please look at me," he pleads but you can’t.

"I have to get ready," you tell him again in a hushed voice.

"Can we talk when you get back?" he asks and you mumble ok in response. He kisses the top of your head lightly and says, "Be safe, Y/N."

(Three days later)

You limp slowly down the long corridor and find yourself standing in front of Loki's door. You can tell he's awake, most likely reading, when you see the light creeping out from under the door even though it's just past one in the morning.

You stand there frozen for a moment. All you want to do is feel his arms wrap around you but every time you picture him, you hear his voice echo. He said he didn't want to be with you and although he quickly took it back you just couldn't shake it. His words had burned themselves into your thoughts and refused to leave.

You try to take a deep breath and feel a searing pain spread through your left side. You look down at the brace on your left knee and rub your left arm, just above where the cast was set. Shaking your head, you turn to drag yourself the rest of the way down the hall to your room to sleep.

You get a few feet away when you hear Loki's door open and you stop but don't turn. "Y/N, welcome back," he says quietly.

You can feel your heartbeat picking up at the sound of his voice and you can't help but smile a bit. "I've missed you, love," he says, you can hear he's stepped out into the hall.

"I missed you too," you tell him as you turn to face him. You watch as his eyes move up and down your body, filling with concern.

"Y/N, are you alright? What happened?" he asks, standing close to you. You shrug and tell him that the mission was ultimately successful but you were thrown during an explosion at the Hydra base. You had broken your arm and sprained your knee, in addition to being covered in bruises. You tell him you're exhausted and just want to lay down.

He reaches out and takes your hand, "I know you're tired darling, but come with me." You look up at him quietly, he gently strokes your cheek. "Let me take care of you," he says in a soothing voice.

You smile sleepily and nod, absolutely nothing could sound better then letting Loki look after you right now. No matter what he said before you left, you were still completely in love with him, although you had never been brave enough to say it. You squeeze his hand lightly and he leads you back to his room.

Once inside, he closes the door quietly and picks you up careful not to hurt your side or leg. You let out a small laugh in surprise as he carries you bridal style into the living room. "I can walk," you tell him but you make no attempt to be put down.

"Not without being in pain it seems," he answers in a caring tone.

You wrap your good arm around his neck a bit tighter and kiss his cheek lightly without thinking. He smiles when he looks down at you but you can see it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes are red and glassy, his normally silky smooth hair appears slightly tangled and you've never seen his clothing wrinkled before.

You look around as he carries you through his apartment. His space is usually meticulously neat but there are books messily piled on the end table and floor. You notice a pillow and blanket from his bed have been moved to the couch and there are several empty mugs on the coffee table. He walks through the living room and into his bedroom where the bed you've shared is made perfectly, expect for the missing pillow. You realize its the pillow from your side of the bed that's been moved to the couch.

As if he is reading your thoughts he says, "I haven't been able to sleep without you."

You close your eyes, hold him tighter and whisper, "I'm sorry, Loki." You knew how hard the last few days had been for you but you are quickly seeing how badly it had affected Loki as well.

He kisses your forehead as he gently opens the bathroom door with his foot. He sets you down on the countertop next to the sink.

"I understand you're tired but... I just need you to know I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't mean what I said before you left, you know that right? I was frustrated about the party and it just came out wrong. I-" he tells you and you pull him closer to you. You put your good arm around his waist and move your legs to be on either side of him as they dangle over the edge.

You had spent the last three days replaying what Loki said and you can tell he had been too. "I know Loki," you interrupt him. "I know you didn't mean it," you tell him and he breaths a sigh of relief. He strokes your cheek lightly then leans down to kiss you.

When he breaks the kiss, you hide your face against his chest. "Y/N...?" he asks, running his hand up and down your back lightly.

"I'm sorry I pushed you about going to the party. I know you don't enjoy going to them and it wasn't fair that I got upset instead of listening to you," you tell him.

He puts his fingers under your chin and tilts your head so you are looking up at him again. "I will go to the party, I just want to make you happy Y/N," he offers but you shake your head no and he looks confused.

"I don't want to go anymore," you tell him.

"You should go. I know how much fun you thought his last party was," he says.

You smile at him and run your fingers through his hair gently, "I would rather spend time with you, doing something we both like."

He cups your cheek and brings your lips to his. You kiss him back as his hand slides down your back, holding you close to his chest. You giggle when you pull away to breath, "I meant something like going to a museum... but that works too."

He laughs at your response than says, "Well we still have all the things on your Halloween list to get through."

You nod happily as you yawn then groan in pain when your stretching aggravates your sore muscles. His smile fades and he looks concerned again.

"Let's get you more comfortable, darling," he says and you agree.

You rest against Loki with your eyes closed as you listen to the tub full with water. After a few minutes, Loki carefully helps you out of your dirty, bloodied uniform and places you into the warm water. You let out a sigh as your muscles begin to relax from the oils Loki had added. Resting your broken arm on the edge of the tub, you let yourself sink completely under the bubbles.

Loki's kneels behind you and begins to gently unbraid your hair. He runs his long fingers through your hair and then down your neck to your shoulders, massaging all the tension from your muscles. When he finishes, he kisses you softly. "Just rest now, I'll be back in a moment," he says as he gets up.

You nod with a smile, struggling to keep your eyes open. Just as you are about to drift off completely, Loki returns to being you to bed. After drying off, Loki conjures you a soft pair of green shorts and a black tank top to sleep in.

You giggle, half asleep when he picks you up again and carries you into the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and then gets in next to you. At soon as he pulls the covers over the two of you, you curl up against his side.

Loki wraps his arms tightly around you and whispers, "I love you, Y/N."

For a moment, you aren't sure if you dreamed hearing this words or if he actually said he loved you for the first time. You look up at him and when you see his smile, you know you weren't dreaming.

"I love you too, Loki," you confess happily, right before you slip into a sound sleep.

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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The Blind Date? (Part 3 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: fighting, arguing, threatening language, brief use of a gun, mentions of dried blood, getting kidnapped... twice?, hangry, mild swearing... no fluff yet but I swear it is coming in the fourth part and it will be worth it

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Your date comes to an abrupt end when you realize Loki isn't the one Michelle meant to set you up with and his mission puts you both in danger.

@michelleleewise thank you so so so much for reading every single part of this in random pieces and completely out of order over the last few days lol I really appreciate all of your help and letting me bounce ideas off of you!!

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

"What... what do you mean 'who's Michelle?' You definitely know her. She has purple hair and works with you at SHIELD," you explain and he shrugs. "She's the one who set us up tonight... You talked to her the other day and she said you were looking forward to going on a blind date with me?"

He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, "No offense to you, of course but I would never agree to go on a blind date. Thor has tried many times to set me up, here and on Asgard but I have never needed anyone's assistance acquiring a date."

"You're literally on a blind date right now," you say, gesturing between the two of you.

"I am not-" he starts but his words die out and his expression suddenly changes, as if he's remembered something.

"Look, if you've changed your mind about this that's fine, Loki. I can just leave," you say loudly. Your outburst draws the attention of the people at the next table and you notice how Loki seems worried they are listening. You groan in frustration then snap at him, "And next time you're on a date with someone, try not to spend the whole night looking over at the beautiful women at the next table."

"Please, keep your voice down," he says in a hushed tone. "Come outside with me and we can talk. I will explain but you need to calm down," he urges as he stands up and tries to take your hand.

"I am calm and I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going home," you tell him, you stand up as well and pull your hand free from his.

You look just beyond Loki and see the men and women at the table nearest you leaving quickly. The older man is left alone at the table but only for a moment as he waves over three men who had been standing in various corners of the restaurant. He whispers something to the large men and points towards you and Loki.

"Great," you mumble at Loki, "Now we're going to get banned from here and I didn't even get to eat dinner."

"We will be lucky if that is all that happens," he says quietly.

"What are you talking about?" you demand but he doesn't answer. He turns slightly and takes something out of his pocket, placing it in his ear. "What the hell-"

"Be quiet," he says to you in a harsh tone. The three men approach your table and the older man disappears into the kitchen. Loki faces the men, putting himself between you and them and smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry for the disturbance," he offers, "My girlfriend and I were having a bit of a lovers quarrel but it's been settled and we were just leaving." He takes your hand and this time you don't pull away as he tries to guide you from the table.

"We have a private room in the back where you and your lady can sort out your... issues," one of the men says in a gravely voice.

"That won't be necessary," he replies and you squeeze his hand tightly. "She was right and I was wrong, which is usually the case as I'm sure you all know."

One of the men grabs your wrist and tries to pull you from Loki, "I'm going to have to insist you join us in the back room, Loki."

Your heart begins to pound faster as you look to the God of Mischief for help but instead he calmly asks, "Loki? Why on Earth would you call me that?"

"That's what she keeps calling you, isn't it?" the man who is holding your arm answers.

"Oh, that's just a pet name she has for me, I will admit it's a bit odd. I would tell you the story of why but... well it's very long and not entirely appropriate," he says with a wink.

"Is that true?" the man asks you and you nod quickly. "In that case, I think you should tell us the story behind the nickname. We're all curious, aren't we?" he says as he looks at the other two men. "Come now," he pulls on your arm again, "You can tell us everything in the back." As he starts to move you towards the kitchen, his jacket opens slightly and you catch a glimpse of a gun in a holster at his side.

"Loki?" you ask in a terrified whisper.

Loki's attention shifts from the three men to you and suddenly his appearance changes. Standing in front of you is a man you vaguely remember seeing by the bar earlier. "What the fuck-" one of the men can barely ask before his appearance shifts again and the waiter who spilled the water is holding your hand. Just as quickly, he becomes Loki again and the man holding you reaches into his jacket with his free hand.

"There's no need for that," Loki says calmly. He looks over at you and says, "We will go with you," and you nod slightly, not knowing what else to do. The other two men each grab one of his arms and you are both pushed towards the kitchen.

"Stay calm," Loki whispers to you as they open the doors to the kitchen, but that was easier said than done.

(LOKI POV)

"You've got to be kidding me, Laufeyson," Stark says loudly in your ear. "You're going to get this woman killed. You need to get the hell out of there now, before this gets any worse... if that's even possible."

"And remember, you can't just kill everyone," Rogers adds and you force yourself not to roll your eyes. "That place is full of innocent civilians and we still need to keep as much of the recon mission intact as possible or this will all have been for nothing."

The cooks and waiters in the kitchen expertly avoid eye contact with you and Y/N as you are lead through the room towards the metal doors. "These two were planning to dine and dash so we're taking them to see the boss," one of the men explains but no one acknowledges him. You imagine this isn't the first time the employees have witnessed people being dragged into the back rooms. You briefly wonder if any of those people had been able to talk their way out of leaving through the front door.

You can tell Y/N is scared and confused but you force down the growing feeling of guilt, you need to keep a level head to get the two of you out of this. You don't resist as the two enforcers push you through the metal door on the left, into the halfway you were in earlier. "This way," the man holding onto Y/N's arm grunts as he pulls her down the hall.

You hear Rogers say, "This isn't good." You grind your teeth to keep from asking if anything about your current situation was good.

He stops to unlock the door on the other side of the hall from the office. You remember seeing it on the floor plan and it was a room you had no desire to go into. Y/N tries to struggle as she is dragged into the room first and you are brought in only a few steps behind. The room is empty except for four large meat hooks which hang from the ceiling. Tattered rope hangs on the end of one of the hooks from the last individual who offended the mob. Trails of dried blood have seeped into the concrete, leading to a rusted metal drain in the center of the floor.

"If you're going to do something, I suggest doing it now, Laufeyson," Stark urges and for once you agree with him.

With the door still open, you easily pull your arms free from the two enforcers who had been holding you. Before they can react, you wave your arm towards both of them, slamming them into the blood stained tile wall with a green flash. They hit the floor hard, one unconscious and one groaning in pain as he tries to stand up. Without waiting for him to get to his feet, you wave your hand downwards and with another green flash his head hits the ground with a thud.

You turn your attention to Y/N and the man holding her, walking slowly towards them. He tightens his grip on her arm and pulls her in front of him as a shield. He takes out his gun and points it at you over her shoulder, his hand shaking. With a flick of your wrist, you let out a green flash which pulls the gun from his hand, sending it sliding across the floor.

"Let go of her," you order him and to your surprise, he does.

He quickly releases Y/N and steps to the side of her, his arms raised slightly in surrender as he backs away from you. Not willing to risk being followed, you wave your arm wide and he hits the tile wall hard, shattering a few.

You reach for Y/N and ask her, "Are you alright?"

She looks at you in stunned silence for a moment than suddenly, she raises both hands to your chest and tries to shove you but you don't move. She yells, "No! No, I am not alright! What the hell is going on?"

You take a lose hold of her wrists and lower her hands gently. "I told you, I will explain but we need to leave," you tell her. She looks towards the open door and then back at the three unconscious men. "Unless you would like to stay and see how long it takes them to wake up," you say when she doesn't move.

"Ready to go when you are," she responds and you nod.

You take her hand, keeping her close to you as you leave the room. You wave your free hand towards the door to the office and a green glow surrounds it momentarily. She looks at you questioningly and you answer, "Just making sure it's locked."

"Here, this door leads to a back alley," you tell her as you use your magic to disable the alarm attached to it. "Captain Rogers will meet us a few blocks away and bring us back to the Tower," you say once you are finally outside.

"I'm going to need that," you hear from the front seat and look up before you can even unlock your phone.

(Y/N POV)

Three blocks away from the restaurant, you and Loki finally slow down just as a black van pulls up next to you. The side door slides open and Loki tells you to get in. You do without question and he follows you, pulling the door shut as the van takes off. You take a few slow, deep breaths and sit back in your seat as the van makes a turn.

"Can you drop me off at the subway station coming up?" you ask and Captain Rogers turns around from the front passenger seat.

"Sorry Y/N," he says. "That won't be possible."

"What- how do you know my name?" you ask and Loki turns from you, looking out the window.

"We were listening," Tony Stark answers through a speaker in the front of the van.

"Why would you do that?" you ask.

"Loki was on his first solo mission," Captain Rogers explains.

"First solo mission..." you repeat. "Wait, I was part of some stupid mission?"

"Yes and believe me, none of us are happy about it," he answers. He turns to Loki who is still looking out the window. "Everything that happened tonight is going in my report. I think we're going to have to extend your probation."

"You're on probation?" you ask him loudly and he nods but doesn't speak. "Wait... but why can't you take me to the subway?" you ask as the agent driving passes the station entrance.

"You need to come back to the Tower and be debriefed," Tony says.

"Debriefed? But I don't know anything about what just happened and to be honest I don't really want to know. I want to go home, eat something with chocolate in it and go to sleep," you tell them honestly.

"I'm sorry, it's too late," Captain Rogers says.

You sit back in your seat again then take your phone out. You need to text Jess and Michelle, you have to tell them what happened and that you are on your way to the Tower. Maybe they would be able to meet you there and help you sort out what was going on.

"What?" you ask Captain Rogers.

He holds out his hand, "I need your phone."

"You can't be serious?" you ask, looking at Loki for help but he just stares out the window in silence.

"I'm sorry but its protocol," he shrugs.

"This is bullshit," you mumble as you hand him your phone then cross you arms and sit back in your seat.

Through the speaker in the front of the van, Tony says, "Language."

(Y/N POV)

You follow Agent Hill silently down the long hallway, there are five tall doors on either side with an agent posted outside each one. You try not to look as intimidated as you feel when she opens the third door, leading you into a small room. Your stomach drops and you immediately recognize this space, anyone who had ever watched a law enforcement show would know this was an interrogation room. There is a rectangular steel table in the middle with an uncomfortable looking chair on each of the long sides. The light gray walls are completely bare and there are no windows, unless you were to count the mirror on the wall opposite the door. You have no doubt the large framed mirror is a one-way window, an idea which makes you feel more than a little paranoid.

"No, there's been a mistake," you say to her, turning to leave. "Isn't there somewhere else I can wait to talk to-" the agent on guard at the door easily moves to block you from leaving.

"Someone will be in to talk to you in a few minutes," Agent Hill replies calmly and motions for the agent to return to his post. "Try to make yourself comfortable," she says and when you turn towards the harsh metal chairs she leaves the room.

You look quickly back at the door when you hear it slam closed, unable to move from shock you stand motionless in the middle of the room. After a few moments, you realize she was being serious about making yourself comfortable although you have no idea how you are supposed to do that. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you decide sitting still would probably make you even more anxious than you already are. You walk to the edge of the room and wander slowly around the space, the steady clicking of your increasingly painful heels is the only sound other than a steady flow of air from the vent over the door. After the tenth lap you begin to grow impatient and walk over to the mirrored window.

You knock on the glass and wait a few seconds before asking, "Is someone in there?" You aren't surprised when there isn't a response but you try again anyway. Knocking slightly harder the second time you ask, "Can I talk to Captain Rogers or... anyone?"

You pause as you realize you not only weren't told who you are supposed to be debriefed by but also why you would need to be. You only knew two things about the mission he was apparently on. The first being, the old man who owned the restaurant was clearly into something bad enough that the Avengers had taken notice of him and the second was that Loki had for some reason been required to pretend he was interested in you.

You decide to attempt to speak to someone one more time and knock on the window again. "I really want to go home. I swear I don't know anything, can't you just let me leave?" you ask but the only answer is silence.

You turn from the window and begin to pace around the room again, unable to stop looking at your watch every time you complete a lap. Fifteen minutes later you find yourself standing in front of the door, staring at the handle. You shake your head and reach out, gripping the handle tightly as you try to turn it but you knew nothing would happen. You twist the handle to the left then right and back again but it won't turn.

"For fuck's sake," you groan as you give up on the door. You pull out one of the chairs and it scraps loudly on the tile, causing you to wince from the sound. I can't be here that much longer, you think but you are beginning to wonder if SHIELD is planning on leaving you here all night.

Your stomach grumbles and you wish you had been able to eat dinner. You didn't even have a chance to finish your appetizer before everything went to hell. You lean back and stare up at the ceiling, counting the tiles out loud to distract yourself.

When you finish your count you check your watch again, it's just after 9 pm. You get up angrily, you had been locked in this room for almost forty five minutes. You knock on the glass with more force than last few times and demand to speak to someone. "I'm tired of waiting around in here. You can't just keep me all night. I haven't done anything wrong and I want to go home, now," you keep your face close to the mirror but you are unable to see beyond your reflection.

The silence means everything, you are going to be in here for a long as SHIELD decides to keep you. You pound on the glass one more time in anger, pain spreads through your hand and down your wrist. You sit back in the chair and hold your hand, slowly flexing your fingers.

"This is fucking ridiculous," you curse under your breath, a part of you wishing Tony Stark or Captain Rogers would at least appear to yell at you about your language. You cross your arms on the table and rest your head on them, "This has to be the worst blind date anyone has ever been on."

(Y/N POV)

The solid door slams closed, jolting you awake. You sit up quickly, your heart pounding as you look around the room and slowly remember where you are. Rubbing your eyes with one hand, you blink as the figure by the door comes into focus.

"Oh good, you're awake," he says as he walks over to the table. "Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," he introduces himself.

You barely register what he said as you check your watch in disbelief, "I've been in here for three and a half hours!?"

"Sorry about that, we had to deal with a small... miscommunication," he says. He opens the folder in his hand and reads the contents for a moment before asking, "What's your full name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N," you answer, unwilling to hide the annoyance in your tone. He nods then takes a single sheet of paper out of the thin folder and places it on the table with a pen. "What is this?" you ask, picking it up.

"A non-disclosure agreement," he answers.

You look up at him quickly, "What?! I thought I was supposed to be interviewed or debriefed or something. I've been sitting here for hours for this stupid piece of paper?"

"That would be what the miscommunication was about," he replies as if it was obvious.

"You're freaking joking," you say, still in shock that this night hadn't ended yet.

"Do I look like someone who tells jokes?" he asks and you shake your head silently, biting back a sarcastic comment. He offers only a slight explanation for the extremely long wait, "Loki informed the team that you truly were unaware of any part of the mission so a debriefing wouldn't be necessary. Sign this and you can be on your way."

"And what if I don't want to sign it?" you ask, your anger at the current situation outweighting your common sense.

"It wasn't a request," he answers.

You glance at the paper, knowing you should at least skim it but you are too angry and tired and hungry to deal with it. You sign the paper quickly and toss the pen back on the table as you stand up. "Can I have my phone back now?" you ask.

He picks up the paper, putting it back in the folder then takes your phone out of his jacket pocket. "Agent Coulson will take you home now," he says, handing you the phone.

You momentarily debate turning down the offer but decide against it. On a good night it wasn't a great idea to take the subway at midnight alone and this certainly hadn't been a good night. "Fine, but he's stopping somewhere so I can get food," you respond as a man who you assume is Agent Coulson walks into the room.

"Sorry Miss Y/L/N, I'm only authorized to drive you home," he says and you sigh loudly. He holds the door open and you walk out into the hallway. "This way," he turns to the left and you follow him to the elevators.

(LOKI POV)

Thor stands by the door and waits for Stark, Rogers, Fury and Barnes to leave the room. You aren't in the mood to speak to your brother at the moment but you doubt that will stop him.

"You can yell if you would like, brother, but I'm sure Rogers covered how much of a failure I am already," you tell him as you walk towards the door.

"I'm not going to yell," he says calmly as you walk past him into the hallway.

"Ah, trying the 'I'm not mad, I'm disappointed method?" you jokingly ask and he follows you.

"I just want to know why you would risk being sent back to Asgard," he says and you stop. "This wasn't just another mission, this was your first one without the team. You were supposed to follow the plan and show them you could be trusted. Why would you endanger a civilian and gamble with the mission?"

You stand in front of him silently for a moment before answering. "I honestly thought the mission was simple enough. I should have had no issues planting the listening devices and spending the rest of the evening enjoying a meal with someone who... who doesn't think of me the way they all do," you gesture towards the empty seats.

Before your brother can respond, you see Y/N being escorted to the elevators by Agent Coulson. You take two steps in that direction and Thor puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Do you really think that is a good idea?" he asks.

"I just wanted to apologize to her for-" you start to explain.

Agent Coulson pushes the button to call the elevator and Y/N looks around slowly as if she is bored. She notices you and Thor, immediately turning away from you as she crosses her arms angrily.

"I have a feeling you might be the last person on Midgard she has any interest in speaking to right now," Thor says.

(Y/N POV)

You turn on the lights, lock the front door and sigh in relief as you pry off your heels, swearing you will never wear them again. You lean heavily against the door and finally take out your phone. You hadn't responded to your friends while you were in the car with Agent Coulson. You had been too busy trying to convince him that no one would notice if he stopped at a deli or a fast food restaurant for a few minutes. According to him, they would have and you finally gave up, spending the rest of the thirty minute car ride in hangry silence.

You stop in the hallway, mid-step at the sheer amount of messages and calls you missed. Michelle and Jess must have thought you had been kidnapped or killed and to be honest you did get kidnapped... twice. Once by whoever the angry men were at the restaurant and then again by SHIELD.

You open the chat between the three of you and decide you'll read all the messages tomorrow. The last thing you want to do right now is think about how tonight had officially been the worst blind date you or anyone else had ever been on. You decide a simple 'I'm home and I'm not dead' text will have to suffice. You type out the message, letting them know you will call them in the morning as you walk into your kitchen. Opening the fridge and take out a bottle of water then grab a package of pretzels from the cabinet.

You sit on the couch, tossing your phone onto the coffee table and slowly drink the water. You swing your legs up onto the couch and forget entirely about the pretzels as you close your eyes.

(LOKI POV)

"I still don't understand why I simply can't summon the weapons I need during training," you complain to your brother. "Why must I borrow their inferior ones. I will never use them in a fight."

"If you keep skipping these training courses, you won't have to worry about their inferior weapons because they will never let you out into the field again," Thor counters and you groan. The Avengers seemed to have a training course or seminar on everything, even how to fill out paperwork which you recently found out you are still doing incorrectly somehow. You were almost convinced that the Captain changed the requirements every time you submitted a form.

"Very well," you mutter in response as you enter the armory. You freeze the moment the door closes and Thor smiles at you.

"Something wrong brother?" he asks. You gesture towards the two woman talking behind the raised counter. "Oh, you know Michelle and Jess, don't you Loki?" The woman with the purple hair turns towards you and you find yourself thankful that looks can not actually kill.

"No, we've never formally met," you find your voice after a moment.

Thor walks towards the two woman, Michelle crosses her arms against her chest and watches you closely. Her coworker, with red and blue highlights, picks up one of the small throwing knives from the counter and slowly begins to play with it.

You nod awkwardly. "And this is Michelle. She heads up the research department that deals with biological and chemical weapons," Thor continues.

"Good afternoon," Thor smiles at both of them, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "Well Loki, this is Jess. She is a weapons specialist and runs most of the training simulators. You'll need to speak with her about signing out the daggers you want to use," he tells you.

"Hello," you say after clearing your throat.

"I'll leave you three to talk," Thor says as he backs away from you. "Oh, brother I was wrong. There isn't a training course today so take as much time with Y/N's friends as you need." With that, he slips out of the room, leaving you alone with two women who are less than fond of you.

You stand in front of them for a moment, trying to decide how to phrase your question. Thor knew you had been thinking about Y/N a lot over the last week and you felt as if you needed to apologize to her for everything that happened. You hadn't meant to put her in danger or have her locked in an interrogation room for hours. Truth be told, when you weren't trying to focus on the mission, you enjoyed the brief moments you had been able to spend with her.

"What do you want?" Michelle finally asks.

"I was hoping you would give me Y/N's phone number?" you ask. "I need to speak with her."

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