a/n: yes 'tis i. back with another angst. but! but. but. but. it has a happy ending. ur welcome.
word count: 3333 (cool right?)
warnings: uhh blood, injuries etc etc. heartbreak.
pairing: loki x f!reader
a/a/n: i wasnt exactly happy with this? idk why i feel like i wasnt able to capture loki's essence correctly oh also this is not at all similar to the other fic i wrote. nope, completely different.
taglist: @theaudacitytowrite @gaitwae lmk if u want to be added!
It took you 23 seconds. 23 seconds to ruin the golden bond of friendship you had with the trickster, 23 seconds for him to walk away from you like he had seen a ghost. 23 seconds to make a confession you could never, ever take back. 23 seconds to lose a friend, an ally, a love.
You sulked as Steve talked about the upcoming mission in the morning briefing. You were sitting opposite to him, yet you didn’t dare to look at him. Not after the embarrassment you had caused yourself last night. Not after the loss you had experienced, a little event that had chipped at your heart with a little knife. Okay, a dagger. No. A chainsaw. You had tried covering up the eyebags and your red-rimmed eyes, but no matter how hard you had tried, your teammates sure knew something was wrong. But they knew better than to linger.
Loki watched you squirm in your seat, his heart heavier than an anchor holding a large ship in place. Oh, how he wished he could give you what you most desired. He maintained his neutrality, but his aura reeked of the anguish he truly felt.
“Crucial mission, guys, so don’t mess up,” you heard Steve say, concluding the meeting. You groaned internally when you realized who you’d be spending time with. No one knew of the little hiccup that had occurred last night between you and Loki, so you both remained partners.
“That’s what you say for every mission, Cap,” Tony’s teasing voice rang, eliciting a few scattered laughs. Steve could only glare at his quip before leaving the room to make last-minute arrangements.
You stayed as far as you could from Loki. The unfortunate events from last night flashed in your head every time you simply took a whiff of his musky scent.
“I..” you breathed, looking at your shoes. You didn’t know how to tell him. Even after months of preparation for this moment, you stood bewildered in front of the god, stuttering and stumbling through your words. You held onto his hands tight. You had to do this.
Loki stared at you, his mind still processing the warmth that radiated off your fingers when you held his hands. He was still wary of physical touch, but not with you. You had reached out to him almost as if you needed support. He clasped his fingers softly against yours, squeezing lightly—a gesture to tell you that he was there for you. That he would listen, no matter what. He had rather taken a fancy for you recently, but he wouldn’t admit it. Not even if hell froze over. He knew how you deserved better; he knew how he could never give you that. Not after all he had done.
“I..” you tried again. Breathing deeply, you started. “I have a... confession,” you whispered, pausing to brace yourself. This was it. “I’m afraid I have acquired... a certain fondness… for you lately,” you said, shutting your eyes closed tight. You didn’t want to see his expression. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. “And I was hoping that by confessing, I could perhaps… court you… if it would suit you,” your voice seemed to lower as you divulged your sweet secret to him.
You waited for him to acknowledge your confession. You could feel his fingers go cold by the second. Your heart beat faster. Was this a mistake? Were you going to lose him, once and for all?
You cracked your eyes open to meet his green ones. They glinted in the evening light, like freshly polished jade. You found the pale shade quite beguiling, almost hypnotizing. You could sink right into them, and forget your own name. Your mind registered at how his eyes had widened, his mouth moving but no words coming out, before he completely shut off all expression, his face a cold mask. Your heart sank.
Loki tried to even his breathing. You wanted to court him. It was Asgardian tradition for men to initiate the courting, and for women to accept the delightful proposal. But with you, it was always different. He wanted to smile at how you had taken the incentive to approach him via the traditional method, instead of Midgard’s mundane customs. But he knew better. He couldn’t let you get close to him. You were already dear in his heart, and that worried him every minute of every day. His heart wouldn’t take it if something happened to you, and he’d feel worse if he was the reason for it.
“My apologies, y/n,” he began, his voice faltering at the expression in your eyes. Disappointment. And… hurt. He cleared his throat, dreading his words. He was going to have to finish this, once and for all. He would miss the little moments of sheer joy he had come to experience in your company, but he knew it was more important to keep you safe from the monsters that lurked within his very essence. His heart throbbed faster by the second. His silver tongue could not fail him now. “But I simply do not find you as alluring,” he whispered, instantly regretting his words. They were lies, all lies. He found you enthralling. Mesmerizing. Ambrosial. Could he have not chosen to be a little milder in pushing you away? Must he be so cold-hearted? So vile, so cruel?
His lungs felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. His heart screamed in agony at the astonished gasp you let out. Oh Norns, how sorry he was to put you through this. Your sweet heart, the one that had managed to enchant him so—did not deserve to be put through something so raucous.
You couldn’t believe his words. Of course you hadn’t expected him to return your feelings, but surely you did not expect him to be so… curt. Not after all that you had been through together. Although you were prepared for a heartbreak, you couldn’t help the startled gasp as his words cut through your heart. Until a few minutes ago, it was simply the organ that pumped your blood. But at the moment, it was a weak containment of all your festering emotions. Ready to rip through the walls of the tiny forum. And rip it did, when your hands felt the light squeeze his daft fingers gave you before letting go. He walked away—back turned towards you, never once looking back. You wondered if he knew how his words had hurt you. You wondered if your friend of a lifetime was angry with how you had severed a precious bond. Should you have to be so careless? Why couldn’t you have thought it through before approaching him? Why couldn’t you have considered his lonesome past, of how he must feel, losing his only friend in many years? Of losing something he had been denied all his life? Of losing his ally, his vent?
You wished you could take it all back. Loki watched you from far away, his heart writhing at the tears in your eyes, the pain evident. You folded your arms into yourself, wishing for nothing more than to shrink into yourself, and simply cease to exist. He wished he could comfort you, and kiss all the sadness away. He wished he was someone different, someone more… deserving of you.
“Alright, showtime. Nat and Peter, sneak in through the back, look for the file. Sam and Clint, stay guard outside. Tony and I will go look for the weaponry. Loki and y/n, go straight in, try and keep them busy. Bucky and Wanda, look for the blue-chip.” Steve said, grabbing his shield. You and Loki had the job of distracting the enemy while your teammates procured the necessary information and artillery. Bruce had stayed back at headquarters as an overhead guide, not that that was of any help for Loki and you, anyways. Your job was to be seen.
You walked in through the main compound with Loki wordlessly. You wished he would talk to you. Usually, before getting into the action part of a mission, he would ask, ‘ready, partner?’ with a radiant smile on his face, his eyes glinting with mischief. It would make your heart soar in pure unadulterated bliss. But right now, he maintained a raunchy and unfamiliar distance from you, his eyes focused ahead. Almost as if he didn’t want to look at you. Your tattered heart sank. Although, whatever did you expect from him? Obviously, it would be much worse if he chose to pretend last night never happened; but you were still perplexed as to whether you preferred the latter or your current situation.
You snuck in through the gates, Loki on your tail. You noticed the heavily armed guards, thankful for the invisibility Loki’s seidr provided. You tiptoed past the soldiers, taking your position in the center of the corridor. You turned to look at Loki, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes met yours. You nodded at him and he let his magic falter. The men around you yelled in confusion before firing haphazardly. You ducked and rolled out of the way, taking cover behind some furniture as Loki wielded his daggers skillfully. Your purpose in this mission was to create a distraction, and what you had caused was much more than that. It was chaos. Bullets flew everywhere, you took aim and shot at the soldiers, maiming each one by one. You shot only to injure, but the thick armor they wore made it quite hard. You watched Loki slice his way through the men from the corner of your eye, your mind marveling at his poise and form. You rolled away from your cover as someone threw an explosive at it, bracing yourself for the impact. You laid on your back, your guns pointed at the higher floors from which they were firing. You shot 2 of them through the wrist, and aimed at another guard’s kneecap, and fired. Quickly getting on to your feet, you gestured at Loki to move further into the setting. You ran faster, your legs pumping as you steadied your arms to take another shot. Encountering an arc in the corridors, you turned to Loki. He read your face; your eyes seemed to tell him everything. It was better to stick together, a good distraction is one without a sacrifice. He nodded, both of you walking into the left corridor in tandem. The synchroneity between the both of you was the reason you had initially been paired together. As you made it through the middle of the passage, you saw the hoard of soldiers heading towards you. You counted about 50. You brought yourself to your usual stance before firing, but the nervous look Loki passed to you said everything. There were too many of them. Too many to shoot, too many even with his seidr. You turned around to the doorway you came from only to see that you were surrounded. The both of you would have to hold your ground and fight, or die. How long had you been in here? Surely the others must have finished their part by now?
“We’ve found the chip, making our way out.” Wanda’s voice rang in your earpiece. You breathed a little sigh of relief. Just a little while longer, then. You looked over at Loki who assumed his position behind you. He’d have your back, and you’d have his. You choked at the emotion you felt before pushing it all away. You couldn’t afford to get distracted. You began firing at the soldiers, your aim precise. There were too many men, and you couldn’t run out of ammunition. Loki flung his daggers at the ones coming up from behind you, never missing the target. You revolved around each other, a well-coordinated system-- it reminded Loki of yin and yang. He was the dreaded darkness, and you were the cherished light. But what was one without the other?
Your gun clicked, your hand immediately palming at your hip for spare ammunition. You were out. It was only up to your physical resilience now. You lunged at one of them, your kick aimed at his gut. Kicking him back, you punched him in the nose as he sank to the ground. You quickly turned to look at a gun pointed right at your face and ducked out of instinct. You heard the shot ring before you kicked the gun away from the soldier, and then kneed him in the spleen-- but not before taking a wisp of his hit on your jaw. They may have been burly and strong, but you were quicker and faster. Turning around, you elbowed another one in the neck and stepped back. They were getting closer, and you had to fight them off while protecting Loki as he fought the others. Unfortunately, that was a difficult task when you had no ammunition. Peter’s voice then rang in your earpiece. “We got the file!” he squealed, only to be interrupted by Natasha. “We’re getting out now. How are you doing, y/n and Loki? Your distraction seems to have worked really well; we had no problems.” You let out a dry laugh. So much for a distraction. You were going to be ambushed. “We’re getting by,” you managed, before landing another punch. You looked over to Loki, his exhaustion clearly visible. His seidr wouldn’t hold up with him much longer, and he too would have to resort to fighting physically. The number of soldiers had dwindled now, you were surprised that the both of you had lasted against so many for so long. Your jaw throbbed. “Where’s Cap and Stark?” you asked, wishing for this to end quickly.
“Dunno, Peter and I will go look for them. Hang on, y/n,” Nat said, before cutting the transmission.
You huffed, your back against Loki’s. The both of you were exhausted, and still surrounded by about 15 men. You grabbed a rifle you found laying on the ground and fired. Loki stepped away from you to use his seidr on the others. You took a punch in the gut, feeling a sharp pain before punching the soldier’s ear and clocking him out. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw another guard aiming at Loki, with some sort of tranquilizer. You lunged at Loki without a second thought, pushing him out of the way. You whipped around to take the soldier out, but your movements felt slow, almost jelly-like. You threw a wobbly punch before taking another hit to the ribs. You could swear you heard a crack. Loki quickly threw a dagger at the soldier, impaling him. You fell onto your knees, your hands holding your stomach. That’s when you felt the cold metal that had cut through your armor. The man had fired the tranquilizer and It had snagged you in the stomach. Your eyes widened in delirium; your skin feeling icky and sweaty. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was shut your eyes and have a long rest. You pulled the needle out, your hand shaking. Loki looked over at you, fear outlining his expression. He pulled you up into his arms, his shoulder supporting your weight as he threw another dagger at a soldier. He tapped your cheek, his blood freezing at your pale face. The vein in your forehead seemed to turn darker, almost as if you had been… poisoned. He patted at your gut, eliciting a hiss from your mouth before his fingers returned, drenched in blood. That wasn’t a tranquilizer you had been hit with. it was something worse. He laid you on the ground before tapping at your cheek again. You opened your eyes, gasping at the sensation. “Loki,” you breathed, your voice no more than a whisper.
“Stay with me, y/n,” his frenzied voice called out to you, but the darkness behind your eyes lulled you away. You shut your eyes, smiling at the calmness you felt. You hadn’t felt such peace in so long.
“No, no, no, open your eyes. Don’t sleep,” Loki said, his green eyes searching yours. You saw an array of colors, his image blurring. You reached towards him and placed your palm on his cheek. His hand enclosed yours, his face leaning into your touch. “Talk to me,” he said in his mellow voice. “Tell me something.” He urged, shaking you in an effort to keep you awake.
“Sorry about… hngh... yesterday,” you groaned. Loki didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose his one friend. His one love. He yelled into his earpiece. “Romanoff! I need backup! y/n’s hurt!” he cupped your cheeks, pasting a smile onto his face. You traced your fingertips over his lips, gods, you loved his smile.
“If anyone is sorry, it is I, my darling y/n,” he said, remorse coating his voice. “I am afraid I may have lied to you.”
You blinked at that. You looked at him incredulously, waiting for him to explain. “Oh?” you insinuated weakly. He repositioned himself next to you, his warm hands still cupping your cheeks. “I, in fact, find you much more than alluring. You are… simply the best that has ever happened to me. You have bewitched me. Body, mind, heart, soul; it is all yours. I am yours,” he confessed, his thumb making soothing circles on your neck. “Please stay with me,” he whispered. You wished you could say something, but the darkness ebbing in your mind rendered you speechless. If only you could live in this moment forever. Weakly tangling your fingers in his rich raven locks, you pulled him towards you gently. You placed a light kiss on his lips, smiling as he returned the kiss. He wrapped your hair around his fingers, placing feather-light kisses. His eyes welled with emotion. Please don’t let this be it, please, please, please, he prayed. There were still so many things he wanted to tell you. You smiled against him before shutting your eyes. You were too exhausted to stay awake longer. A little nap, you decided, and then you would spend time with Loki. Your hand loosened around him as you succumbed to the darkness. Loki’s heart shredded in his chest. “No, no. y/n, please, no,” he choked, his forehead against yours.
Back up arrived a few minutes later. He wailed, thrashed against the people holding him back. He wanted to be with you. Oh, how he wished you hadn’t protected him. How he wished it was him, rather than you. He watched as a few people in white coats surrounded you, connecting different tubes and lifting your body into a stretcher.
“Loki! She’ll be okay,” Natasha said to him, her eyes searching his. “They were able to give her the antivenom in time. She’ll wake up soon.” It was as if a huge weight had lifted off his shoulders. He suddenly felt tremendous relief, and all he wanted was to wrap his arms around you and apologize over and over. He would ravish you, give you the most wondrous gifts. He promised himself that would strive to be the man you deserved.
You opened your eyes, shutting them tight immediately against the sharp white light. The infirmary. You groaned before opening your eyes again.
“You’re up!” Peter yelled, running to tell the others. You noticed Loki looking at you, his heart heavy. He thanked whoever for your recovery. Never again, he promised. Never again would he be so reckless. Never again would he cause you any pain, physical or emotional. He would worship you for as long as you would have him. His lips morphed into a grateful smile as he traced your jawbone. It was still injured, but his light touches simply made it feel better. You smiled and leaned into his touch.
“My love,” his baritone voice whispered in your ear, and your heart stuttered. You breathed deeply, your skin rising in goosebumps as he lowered towards you, his cool lips placing a soft kiss on yours. It was as if he had spoken a thousand words with that simple motion. His eyes shone in gratification, his features oozing endearment. You laced your fingers into his, mirroring his smile, eager for the promise of tomorrow.
After getting checked into the hotel, you took turns showering before ordering room service for dinner. Tom was seated at the small desk across the room working on the laptop as the two of you waited for the food to arrive. From your place on one of the beds, you could see him over your phone in your hand. Every few minutes, you could catch him rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck side to side. It may have been the stress lately that had him so tense, but you also suspected that sleeping on your couch and loading up your apartment hadn’t helped his muscles any.
He was focused on the emails that had piled up in his inbox and hadn’t heard you approach behind him. As your hands grabbed his shoulder, he jumped slightly until your thumbs dug into the tense muscles. He honestly should have been embarrassed at the noises escaping from him as you worked the knots out of his shoulders and neck, but it too good for him to care.
“Love, that feels amazing, but I’m afraid if you continue, I’ll be asleep in this chair before the food gets here.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your chin on top of his head.
“How bad is it? How mad are they about me ruining their precious schedule?”
His fingers came up to rub your arm as he scrolled through his emails.
“They certainly aren’t happy, but luckily I’m in between filming schedules right now so it’s not as bad as it could be. If I was, there would be contractual issues to consider. There were a few meetings and interviews rescheduled but with as much as I pay them, they can figure it out.”
Your eyes absentmindedly browsed the screen until your name in the subject line of an email caught your attention. He must have noticed it at the same time and quickly scrolled past it until it was off the screen.
“Thomas, what was that?”
He decided to play dumb.
“Hmm. What do you mean?”
You stood up and spun him around in the chair to face you with your arms crossed on your chest. He scrunched up his nose and didn’t answer at first. When your gaze only intensified, he finally cracked under the pressure.
“Alright, fine. Will you please sit down, George and promise you will try to not get upset?”
You sat down on the end of his bed across from him.
“Nope. No promises. Just spill it. Why am I the subject of a business email?”
Tom closed his eyes and prepared himself for your wrath and prayed the guests wouldn’t report them for the yelling they were about to hear.
“So, there may have been one more thing I checked into last night while you were at work… I just didn’t want to say anything until I knew if it was even possible first. I have been discussing a possible job opportunity for you with Luke and the rest of the team.”
The raise of your eyebrows wasn’t the worst sign right now, but it wasn’t good either. You didn’t say anything just yet, so he continued.
“Luke has been pressuring me for a while now to hire my own assistant instead of relying on the ones contracted out by his office. He wants me to have my own that sees to the day-to-day things and can take some of the scheduling and administrative tasks off he and I both. After you left for work last night, I sent him an email to check into it the possibility of the job being given to you…”
The pacing began.
“You did WHAT?! Overstepping, Hiddleston. We’ve discussed this numerous times. More than once this week even!”
Tom stood up and tried to calm you down.
“I know, Georgia, I know. It was a passing thought, and I was only running it by Luke to see if I’m crazy or not. This isn’t some control issue or me trying to handle things for you. It’s only because the only person truly qualified for the job is you, Darling.”
The knocking at the door was a much-needed interruption.
“That’s probably the food. Like I said, nothing is happening with it right now so there is nothing to figure out.”
You watched as he answered the door and came back into the room with dinner. Neither of you said a word as you sat on his bed and watched tv as you ate. Halfway through another episode of whatever cooking show that was on, you held the cheesecake out to him and he switched desserts with you. After a few bites of his cake, you spoke up.
“What did you mean earlier?’
Tom looked over at you in between bites.
“Which part exactly?”
“That I was the only person qualified.”
He seemed to carefully consider his next words before closing the container and turning to face you.
“Alright… essentially what this person would have to do is know my schedule front and back, be able to handle communications between me and the rest of the team, and spend most of their time with me on a regular basis. They would have to understand how I think and work, what I like and don’t like, and be able to handle me when I’m a stressed-out brat and not quit on me. Sweetheart, you already do most of that now. Other than Luke and myself, you are the only other person who knows my schedule and what all it currently entails. Like I’ve said before, Luke listens to you over me already. After seven years, Georgia, you not only deal with me on bratty days, but you put me in my place and don’t let me get away with anything. The only part of that you aren’t currently doing is spending all your time with me, Love. The reason I haven’t hired anyone is because the thought of training someone is exhausting and to be completely honest, if I had to spend that much time with one person, I want that person to be you George…”
You stared at him and wanted to stay mad, but those blue eyes always made you weak, especially when he used that damn Hiddleston charm.
“Well… when you put it like that. I would hate to put anyone else through your tantrums.”
He pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead. You stayed leaning against him, so he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“Like I said, I don’t even know if he will go for it or not. It was just a thought. I’m just happy that I am finally getting more time with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Georgia. Even if he agrees to it, the choice is still yours, Love. If you chose to find a bartending gig there, that’s fine too. I’m not trying to control you.”
You looked up at him to find him with a sad look on his face and now felt guilty.
“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, Hollywood. I’m just stressed out and tired. I know that’s not what you were doing. It just seems like life has been hell since I stepped off that jet two weeks ago. I may not have expressed it very well but I’m really glad you dropped everything and got on a plane. I needed you, I was just too stubborn to admit it.”
He pulled you into a hug left a lingering kiss on your forehead.
“I know, Sweetheart. I’m glad I did too. I’d move mountains for you, George. All you have to do is ask.”
Just before sunrise the next morning, the two of you were already up and on the road. It must have been just before eight when you turned off the lights and went to bed. Once you were both full from dinner, it became impossible to hold your eyes open much longer.
Now that you had found a place for breakfast and coffee, the two of you were on the interstate heading south. You were just outside New York State when the realization hit you.
Your exclamation startled Tom and he nearly swerved.
You just looked at him with a guilty expression.
“So, you know the one thing you asked me to handle? Yeah, I kind of forgot until this very moment.”
He gave you a blank stare and his eyes flashed between you and the road.
“Georgia… please tell me we aren’t in a moving truck in route to Atlanta and your mother is not aware to expect us today…”
When you didn’t answer him, he glared at you.
“Call. Her. Now, George, while we still have time to come up with alternative plans for our truck full of cargo.”
With a deep breath, you pulled your cell out of your purse and pulled up her contact praying she would answer and be home.
Tom tried to stay calm and not get irritated with you. He knew you and your mom didn’t get along as well as you used to in the past, but you didn’t have much of a choice right now. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Cat answer the phone.
“Hey Momma… I’m doing good… I actually meant to call you earlier, but it’s been a crazy couple of days. I just wanted to let you know that I’m coming down for a quick visit… Umm today actually. I’m already on the road!... Yes ma’am, I know it’s rude to not give your hostess any notice… Yes ma’am… Mmhmm… You would be happy to know I’m not coming alone though. I have your favorite person sitting beside me right now… Yes ma’am, he’s staying too if that’s alright…”
He watched you put the phone down and turn to him.
“Mom says hi and she can’t wait to see you.”
You didn’t even wait for him to respond.
“He says hi too Momma… Just for a couple of days. We fly out on Thursday morning…”
You realized the slip up at the same time he did. His eyes got wide, and he tried to ignore the way you slapped your forehead. That was going to be a fun conversation that he would most definitely need to mediate for the two of you. He might lose his position as Cat’s favorite when she finds out that he is taking her daughter away to London with him in two days.
“Oh, yeah… It’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it when we get there tonight… Umm around 6 or so, depending on traffic… Yes ma’am, dinner would be amazing. Thank you Mom… I’m sure he would love for you make a peach cobbler for him tonight.”
The way Tom slowly and dramatically nodded his head without looking away from the road made you laugh. God, how he loved that laugh.
“Yes ma’am. Tom is very excited for it… Whatever you choose to cook will be amazing Momma… Sure, that sounds great… Yeah, you have plenty of time to get to the grocery store… I’m sure his usual snacks will be just fine… Mmhmm… No I didn’t know that… Yes that is very sweet of him… OH REALLY?... “
Tom did not like the look he was getting right now and started racking his memory for what your mother could be telling you right now. Your eyes were burning a hole in the side of his head and he pretended to be distracted with the traffic around him.
“I’m sure Tommy would be more than happy to give Mrs. Russell his Bolognese recipe…”
Shit. There it is. He had been outed. Stupid charter club meeting.
“Yes ma’am… That really is sweet of him to come over and cook for all the ladies… He stayed for bridge too?... What a perfect gentleman… Mmhmm… Well, Momma, I need to let you go for now, but we will see you this evening, okay?... Of course… An hour out… I’ll make sure he reminds me to let you know… Love you too, Momma… Mmhmm… Bye Mom.”
You looked over and found him biting his lip and trying to hide the embarrassment on his cheeks.
“Wow, maybe I should call Mom for updates more often. Tell me more about this Charter Club meeting that you catered. Apparently, all the ladies were very impressed with your bridge skills as well… Tommy…”
He rubbed the back of his neck and refused to look at you.
“Alright, I had to cancel dinner at the last minute due to shooting delays and to make it up to her, I agreed to help her with the monthly meeting later that week. Bolognese was the first thing I thought to cook.”
“Really, Hiddleston? You haven’t made me Bolognese in years.”
“Georgia, you are about to live with me, Darling. I will make you all the Bolognese your heart desires.”
You gave him a cautious look and rolled your eyes at him.
“You’re going to regret promising that, Hollywood.”
When you looked back over at him, he was grinning at you.
Tom couldn’t help but think about how adorable you were right now. Plus, he couldn’t get over the fact that you were moving in with him for now. He wouldn’t have to deal with video chats or phone calls. You would be right there beside him every single day. It was a dream come true for him.
“Your accent is already slipping back through, George. I just forgot how thick it gets when you talk to your mother. That’s all. It’s cute…”
The comment caused your cheeks to blush. Making you blush was also one of his favorite things. It was a close second to your smile and laugh.
“Hiddleston Charm won’t get you out of this one ‘Tommy.’ I still want to hear about these hidden bridge skills you have. Are you going to schedule in a Quilting Bee while we are there this week?”
“Darling, if that woman is baking me a peach cobbler, I’ll help host whatever meeting her little heart desires.”
Tags: just Loki being insecure and delirious. Who wouldn't love him?? Please. A tiiiny bit of angst, but... nah.
A/N: Boy my mind has been only Thomas Sharpe for DAYS, what's wrong with me?
“What did I do to ever deserve you?”, was the thing Loki definitely did not want to say, not out loud, not at that moment of his life. And it wasn’t either the first time of the day, nor it was going to be the last one, he was sure.
If just Thor hadn’t filled his mind with the idea of having to confess his love towards you, then he wouldn’t be so influenced to say those things.
Surely, this was Thor's fault. Of course.
This wasn’t his silvertongue betraying him by underspeaking; this was his silvertongue unleashed —like a dog running towards a park on fucking fire. He sighed and hoped you hadn’t heard him.
“What?”, you asked over a mouthful of spaghetti, and he let out another sigh —this time of relief. “Loki, this pasta is uuuuhhhmmm”, you rolled your eyes and moaned in pleasure. He chuckled, his mind still not conceiving the fact that you were there, still with him. Norns, if he stays any longer in there with you, he might even end up confessing his feelings towards you. “I didn’t think you could…”, you said, and he interrupted you by getting up.
“Sorry, I… I think I need to get some fresh air”, he said suddenly, and you looked at him in concern.
“Are you alright? You look pale”.
“I’m quite alright, love, don’t…”, and he stopped on his tracks. Oh, damn. “No, I didn’t mean to call you that. Sorry”.
“You didn’t? But you did”, you said with a smirk that went unnoticed to him.
“No, I… I didn’t mean to”.
“It’s okay, you can call me that”.
“No, I can’t”, he raised his voice, and you flinched out of habit.
He stood in silence.
There it was. It didn’t even start, and he was already hurting you, wasn’t he?
He couldn’t stand this any longer. He teleported away, giving you no time to follow him, leaving behind him the faint echo of an apology and a sad smile.
You knew where he was. You knew you shouldn’t have gone to him when he so clearly wanted to be away from you, but you wanted to help.
He was your friend, after all, right?
“Loki?”, you called through his bedroom door. He was there, you could even smell the scented candles you had gifted him for when he was feeling depressed. “What’s going on, Lokes?”.
“Do not call me such endearing names”, he gruntled from the other side of the door. You could hear his voice muffled against a pillow.
“What’s got you so worked up? I can help you out of it, I’m sure”.
“You can’t. Please, leave me”, he said, and you were ready to go away and leave him be alone —sometimes all we need is a little bit of space. But he followed with a “in fact, leave me alone forever. I do not wish to continue here”.
“What? Wait, hold on a second”, you said, sticking your hands against the doorknob and pushing hard to open up. “What are you doing? Let me in!”.
“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that”, he corrected himself quickly. “I didn’t mean… you know. No”, he sighed.
“Well, what do you mean?”.
“I don’t want to be friends with you anymore”.
For a moment you didn’t say anything. Silence filled both the room and the corridor, and you sat on the floor for a moment.
“Why? Did I upset you in some way? Did I do something…?”, you stuttered, feeling the tears starting to roll off your cheeks.
“You didn’t, no”, he sighed, walking towards the door and sitting on the floor from his side. “I just can’t be by your side any longer”.
“Why? We are great together”.
“Just for that reason. We’re too good”, he said carefully. Maybe Thor was right. Maybe he had to confess his feelings, so that he’d finally push you away. Enough for you to leave him forever.
“What do you mean?”.
“Don’t you get it?”, he lost his patience, his own eyes crystallizing too. “I want to stop being your friend because you do that funny face when you eat something you like, and I want to stop being your friend because you keep on smiling every time you’re around me, and because you insist on watching kid’s movies like your life depends on it —and I actually end up enjoying them because it’s with you that I watch them with”, he said in one breath, and you found yourself lost in words.
“You… what are you saying?”.
“I’m saying I’m in love with you”, he sighed. “And I’m saying I want to be more than friends, even though I’m no good for you. And I’m saying I want to kiss your face and —Hel, every part of you, and I want to hold you in my arms forever. But I can’t”.
“Loki…”, you smiled. He sensed it. You were smiling. “Loki, I want you to hold me in your arms forever, too”.
I know it took a while but I finally got around to writing my entry for @spider-starry abba writing contest!!! This was so much fun to work on and such a creative contest!! I hope you like it!!
Summary: while at the TVA Loki finds one more memory that they tried to hide from him
Word Count: 1458
Loki watched with watery eyes at the projection that was being shown to him. His whole life playing before him in a matter of minutes, all of his accomplishments and downfalls condensed into a single film that would no doubt be tossed away on a shelf after it’a completion. He felt all emotions at once, laughing with Thor one moment and the next mourning his mother’s death that he had yet to experience. He watched himself die and his brother cry out for him until the screen turned black, skipped over and over on an invisible pause.
Mobius stood up leaving the remote on the table, a silent agreement flashed between them and Mobius left him to have a moment alone. Understanding the weight that had just been thrust upon him. Loki heard the door close and he stood up pacing the room, the once spacious area getting smaller and smaller as he took it all in. It was cruel what the TVA had subjected him to, making him watch what he could have become if he had been given the chance. Making him relive all the pain and sorrow just to show him that none of it mattered because he was never detained to be more than a sacrificial lamb.
Loki tossed the tesseract across the room with as much force as he could, it clattered and dropped not even a starch on it. Chest heaving he turned to look around the room, he made a move for the table flipping it over. The remote and tempad clattered to the floor, the motion kicking the film alive again. Loki’s eyes widened, he wouldn't watch it again. He sat down on the floor steps, hands clamped around his ears trying to drown out the praise of his brother that would come first. He waited but no sound ever came on, he slowly turned and what he saw on the screen nearly knocked the air out of him. He scrambled to his feet and stood in front of the tilted projection.
It was a part of his life that Mobius had chosen not to show him. It was his and yours last summer together. Loki picked up the tempad with shaking hands and sat down on the steps with it, holding it straight to see it projected clearly on the large wall in front of him. It was a simple memory one that had no real importance or excitement.
It wasn’t the day in June when you both played a prank on Thor and sent him running halfway to midgard. It wasn't the night in July when you had your first kiss on the balcony. No, it was the last day of your teenage years together. Summer was coming to an end and it would come time for Loki to be fully committed to royal duties, no more carefree summers like this one. But that was a thought for another time, right now you both only cared about spending every possible moment together.
You were both lying in the grass, bathing in the sunlight. You laid on your side beside him, humming that old folk song to him as you braided flowers into his hair. “When she sings, she sings come home.” You combed your fingers through his hair finding ways to braid it despite its short length. He hummed along to your song, your hushed whispers creating the most beautiful melody. You smiled and he raised an eyebrow at you. “What?”
“You should grow your hair out.” You teased. Loki laughed, remembering how shocked he was at your request, he touched his own wavy locks. Gods how you would love it now, you would have a field day braiding every asgardian plant and flower into it. He turned back to the projection watching himself respond with that famous smirk of his.
‘Oh yeah?” He answered sitting up and caging you between his arms. You nodded and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You pushed forwards and Loki lost his support, he grabbed your waist as you both tumbled down the hill together. You laughed as you did, it contrasted wonderfully with Loki’s grimaces as he managed to hit every rock while you were lucky enough to use him as a human cushion.
You both came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. You giggled as you pushed yourself up to look at him. “We should do that again.”
Loki blew back the hair that had fallen into his eyes. “Only if you agree to let me use you as a cushion next time.” You both laughed and he kissed you again. It was messy and awkward as all young kisses are but it was beautiful. Loki could still taste the strawberries on your lips from the picnic earlier. And even now it lingered, he touched his lips and closed his eyes at the memories.
His head was swimming with memories of you, that one memory bringing it all back. He thought of the time later that day when you both took turns reading his favorite book to each other. Listening to some midgardian song. Thor had brought a music player of some kind back for you. You had danced with him to their cheesy music all night.
He thought of how that was the last day you were both truly happy. Summer was always an escape and as he got older it wasn't one he could afford to indulge in any longer. In his quest for power he slowly began to let you go. He didn't realize it at the time but he was losing you, he was becoming cruel towards you. One thing he promised he’d never do. You tried to hold him for as long as you could but in the end you knew that a love like yours needed summers to survive. And as much as it hurt to do you let him go, promising that if he really loved you he’d find his way back.
A part of him had died when you got married to another three summers later, he was invited but he couldn't bring himself to go. Instead he stormed up to what used to be your shared room. He was going to destroy that music box he had made for you, it played your favorite midgardian song. You had left it with him as a parting gift, but when he got to the room he coulndt do it. He just held it in his hands and listened to the soft melody, letting himself cry over you for the first time since you left. And here he was crying again, that same song playing in his head. He watched the film come to an end, that same devastating end of film playing over and over.
Mobius was still standing outside the door, he could hear the sound of soft cries coming from inside the room. Mobius lightly pushed the door open and his heart broke at what he saw inside. Loki was watching the same scene on repeat, you braiding his hair as you hummed a song to him. Except this time he turned the volume off and was mumbling his own song to the lost summer memory. “I can still recall our last summer. I still see it all..”
Loki trailed off as he heard the sound of Mobius’ dress shoes squeaking on the tile. He slowly stood up, his arm coming up to quickly wipe the tears from his face. His eyes were bloodshot and watery but determination was set in his gaze. “I’ll do it. I’ll help you catch your variant.”
“Thank you.” Mobius nodded, Loki sneered, rolling his eyes.
“I’m not doing it for you.” Loki pushed back Mobius and let the guards escort him to wherever they may. “I’m doing it for them.” Loki nodded his head back before he left.
Mobius looked at the image Loki had stopped it on, it was you smiling as if you had heard what he was doing and if you knew the good he could do. Your and his’ last summer reminding him that there was still good in him.
Warnings: mind control, angst, established relationship (sort of), only proofread it once
Word Count: 1,6K
Reader’s gender is not specified!
Summary: Loki has attacked New York and Thor had brought you to Earth with him to stop Loki. Only when you’re alone with Loki, he tries to convince you to join him. When you don’t know what to do, Loki seems to have a solution for that.
A/N: I just wanted to write something angsty after all the fluff I’ve written recently. I hope you like it! :)
He was supposed to be dead.
That’s what you had been told, it was what everyone on Asgard believed.
Yet there he was, in flesh and blood and all his glorious purpose. Loki was alive, and Thor had asked you the impossible - to stand against him. The things Loki were doing were difficult to grasp, you couldn’t understand his motivation no matter how hard you wanted to. He had returned, yet it seemed like he was a completely different person compared to the one you had fallen in love with.
Perhaps you were naïve, but you chose to believe that the person you had fallen in love with was still in there somewhere. Someone just had to find him, and you were that willing someone.
New York was in distress. People were hiding from the aliens that poured out of the sky, others were running without direction. The explosions around you made the ground and air vibrate, sending shivers down your spine. The smell of thick smoke made you sick, you couldn’t believe that the one who had allowed this to happen was Loki. It simply didn’t make sense to you.
The tower that stood high and proud among the others caught your eye. The bright blue beam certainly helped to locate it. Loki was up there and you had to reach him. Perhaps he would listen to you. The Avengers weren’t his friends and Loki wasn’t on good terms with Thor, but you? You were the closest one to Loki and he the closest to you, or so it was before he has supposedly died on the Bifrost.
The memory made you uncomfortable. Instead of sulking on the ground, you put one foot in front of the other and made your way to the Stark tower. Whatever happened next, you were prepared for it. No matter how scary it felt to meet Loki after all that time, no matter how much it hurt to accept that everything that was going on was real, you kept going. He wouldn't hurt you, right? Loki wasn’t like that.
Shards of glass met you when you finally reached the top floor where Loki was at, guarding the portal from the Avengers. At the top, you almost didn’t hear the screams and destruction - almost. The awful background noise was muted as your heartbeat rang in your ears. This was it.
“Loki!” You called out for him, surprised that your voice didn’t reveal the tremor in your core. He stood by the large windows, his back turned to you. Once he heard a familiar voice, he turned around curiously.
His midnight hair was longer than you remembered. Dark circles surrounded his eyes that were shockingly blue and hollow, which almost distracted you from the bruises on his ashen skin. The golden sceptre in his hand had a blue power source that illuminated one side of his face. Despite how injured he looked, how exhausted he must’ve been he posed strongly, showing no signs of weakness not even to you.
“Have you come to stop me, love? You too?” Loki mocked, acting as if you were just another enemy. The lack of emotion he showed you felt like a dagger in your heart, one he twisted with his words to cut deeper.
You took a few steps toward him, “I thought you were dead!”
“The old me is dead, my dear,” Loki shrugged casually. In one way, he was speaking the truth. He seemed like the shell of the god he used to be, but he was still Loki, the god of mischief. You knew it. You could feel it in your heart.
“What happened?” You hoped that he would speak to you. The clock was ticking and you knew you had to close the portal, but right now Loki was your one and only concern. A part of you wanted to run up to him and hold him, but you were afraid he wouldn’t appreciate that. After all, his reunitement with Thor hadn’t gone so smoothly.
Loki let out a sigh. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about how he had ended up on Earth, certainly not with you. Yes, many things had changed for better or for worse, but he felt that he didn’t want your pity. As he tried to think about it, it felt like something was squeezing his brain, tormenting him and preventing him from getting too distracted. He had one mission that still needed completion. You were a distraction.
Or were you? An idea formed in his mind.
“I’m sure the All father didn’t conjure all that dark magic just to send you here to talk about what happened, to talk about my feelings,” Loki’s voice was venomous as he spoke of Odin. The look on his face spoke a thousand words, he hated the old man. You couldn’t blame him.
“No,” You answered honestly, “They want me to stop this - whatever this is. Loki, people are dying!” You pointed out the window at the portal he had opened, “Why are you doing this?”
Loki nearly felt bad for seeing the tears in your eyes. Before he would slip and rush to comfort you, he had to tear his eyes off you and look at something else instead.
“You will understand, Y/N,” He seemed convinced of it, his eyes now glued to the weapon in his hand, “I’ll tell you everything, but I must know you’re on my side.”
What was he talking about?
You took yet another step toward him, cautiously closing the distance between you and him, “I’m always on your side, Loki. Tell me, what do you need? What can I do to help you? We can put an end to this, together.”
Loki shook his head no, “There is no end to this,” He corrected you, “it has already begun and it would be best for both of us to be on the right side of things.”
The words that came from his mouth were ominous. Loki made it sound like this was larger than just him and that frightened you. Who or what had possibly convinced Loki to be on the side of things that could destroy worlds? Did you truly have the strength to abandon his side? What if he was in the right? To say you felt lost was an understatement.
This time Loki neared you with bold steps, not stopping until he stood right in front of you. By then, your body was trembling. You didn’t know if you were scared or if your feelings were finally boiling over. God, you had missed him so much. It was like torture to stand there and not hold him.
“My love, I’m offering you something greater than what Thor and his mortal friends may understand,” His voice was softer now. Loki reached out to touch your face, tracing his fingers on your skin, along your jaw and then your neck. You didn’t know what to do as you stood there and leaned into his touch.
“Join me,” The proposal sounded like a one time offer. He almost sounded desperate for you to join him and take his hand.
You had wished he wouldn’t ask you that. Those two words were enough to shatter your moral compass. Oh, you really wanted to say yes, but it felt so damn wrong.
“How is this the right side of things, Loki?” You wondered, thinking about the chaos and destruction that was happening right now as you didn’t do anything about it. In your heart, you knew it was wrong to even consider aiding Loki, yet you were thinking about it. Would it be easier to fight him or to join him and lie to yourself that you did the right thing?
A disappointed look was painted on his face, “You’ll see, Y/N. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this.”
When Loki raised the sceptre, the blue light seemed to grow brighter. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he pressed the sharp tip of it on your chest, right above your thunderous heart. Startled, you tried to back away but Loki grabbed your jaw stronger and it felt like your entire body turned to stone.
Instantly, a strong energy captured you fully, beginning from your chest and growing until you were surrounded by it. At first, it hurt. Your vision darkened until you saw nothing but black. It was electrifying and you couldn’t fight it. The less you resisted the sudden changes, the less it hurt. The shock of him using his weapon on you faded and was replaced by knowledge. You just knew things you didn’t know of before, saw things in your mind you’d never seen before. One thought was louder than the others,
Loki was right
You had to trust him
You had to join him
Once you merged with the new power, your vision returned and the first thing you saw was Loki’s concerned expression. It changed immediately once he realized you could see him again.
“How are you feeling?” Loki wanted to know as he caressed your cheek. His touch was enough to make your heart drum for him with nothing but love.
“I feel incredible,” You replied with a sweet smile. It was true. You were reunited and nothing would separate you again.
Loki was pleased to hear that. You wondered if you saw a hint of sadness in his eyes, but the thought was quickly wiped away when he leaned in for a kiss. It was brief, but the moment felt like a seal to end a chapter of your lives before this. It was a new beginning, full of new opportunities.
As he parted from the kiss, Loki looked deeply into your eyes. It was clear to anyone that he was deep in thought, thinking of things he would never say out loud - expect for one thing,
A/N: I know it’s short, but I hope you liked it! I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about avengers Loki a lot recently, so it made sense to write something like this.
I’ve made a blog where I reblog my fics to, because I’m going to stop adding taglists to my posts. It’s only because tumblr won’t let me tag everyone. The blog is @loki-hargreeves-masterlist
Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!
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Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).
Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.
Chapter 13: Powerful magic.
“Okay, so all I have to do is concentrate on one feeling.”
“Yes, only one, vehemently.” Loki responded.
They were currently in the training room, practicing for the first time to teleport, only a few centimetres away, since it was already a very difficult skill to achieve. Thor was not there, a while ago Loki had explained to him that Y/N was finding it hard to forget her surroundings and concentrate on her magic since he was watching. He told him that a student must learn only with their teacher and no one can be there while that happens. Thor was not convinced, but then Loki mentioned their mother and how she said this to him, and he agreed, staying close of course, in case something happened. But nothing happened, nothing bad at least. Loki was patient with Y/N, and very careful.
Concentrating on the desire to move a few centimetres away with magic, she closed her eyes and summoned her powers. It was weird, she didn't have to use strength to summon them, it was more of a call. She only had to, however she did, let them know they needed to come up to the surface. And they did, almost always.
Right now was not one of those moments. She couldn't feel them, which made her feel helpless. She groaned in frustration.
“Are they literally against me?” She asked in annoyance. “Aren't we supposed to be a team or something?”
“You are, but a team takes time to ensemble itself. You must learn to trust yourself and your powers, that are, also, a part of you.” He told her.
“It feels as if I'm never going to be able to do it.” She sighed.
“It might feel like that, but it is just a feeling. Eventually you will be able to bend your magic in whatever way you desire.”
“Okay, let's go again. I'll focus more this time.”
She stood there, in the middle of the training room, with her eyes closed, and concentrated on what she wanted to do. She even went as far as to imagine herself doing it. But nothing was happening. She sighed out in frustration, but kept going. Nothing. Still nothing. After all this time, all this training with Loki and Strange, she couldn't even muster up a twinkle of her powers. Would anything ever turn out her way?
She didn't realize that Loki was calling her, nor did she realize that magic was starting to form in her fingertips until a blast came out of her hand and threw everything around her flying, including Loki. When she opened her eyes and saw him on the floor she ran to him.
“Loki! I'm so so sorry! Are you okay? Should we go to the infirmary?” She asked, worriedly.
“No, It's alright.” He said, but saw that her frown was still prominent on her face. Did she really care that much about him? “Y/N, really, It's okay. That was actually really cool.” He said, the word feeling unusual on his mouth.
“What? I literally threw you across the room.” She said, confused.
“Yes, but it was a very strong throw. I have always suspected that you were much more powerful than you or Strange thought, this, right now, just proved it.”
“How did this prove anything?” She asked, still confused.
“You are forgetting that I am a sorcerer too. I can feel other beings' magic. And you just threw me across the room with yours,” she gave an apologetic smile, which he shook off, “which means that I was in direct contact with it.” Y/N started to understand. “So, I can now study it more closely and figure out what type of magic it is.” He finished and got up from the floor, dusting off his pants. He offered his hand to Y/N and she accepted it and got up too.
“Okay, so this was a good thing?” She asked and yawned after.
“It was a useful thing.” He handed her a water bottle. “You should go rest now. That level of magic usage consumes a lot of energy. We are done for today.”
“Okay Loki, thank you.” She turned to leave but he didn't follow. “Aren't you coming?”
“I'm going to stay here for a bit longer.”
“Oh okay, see you later.” And she left.
He stood there, thinking. What she didn't see was that he tried to stop the blast of magic from hitting him, but couldn't. It was incredibly strong, not the type of magic that only a mortal or even witch possesses. There was something more, but what?, he thought. He conjured an old asgardian magic book from his space pockets and started reading. Asgardian. Her magic did seem familiar, but it made no sense, unless what Strange told her was true and she was adopted. He continued reading and stopped at one paragraph that, translated roughly to English, said: “The völva will leave a child on a foreign land, for them to be the communicator.” .His eyes went big with realization, yet he couldn't say anything to her until he was certain. He wouldn't risk hurting her.
“Y/L/N,” he said through the camera, feigning annoyance. “How are you? How is training going?” She sighed.
“It's definitely going somewhere, don't know if it's a good place…”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what? Nothing, it's just me worrying as always…” She shook her head and smiled. “How is everything there?” He looked at her for a moment before answering.
“It's going well, same as always.” He sighed. “Are you going to your therapy sessions?”
“Yes, of course.”
“And how is everything Y/N?” He knew her better than most, apart from the fact that he knew how to read people, so she couldn't lie to him.
“I'm a little overwhelmed to be honest, It's a lot, everything.” He nodded.
“You know that I am here, for anything.”
“Yes Nicky,” she said smiling and he rolled his eyes. “Thank you.” He nodded. “Oh! I wrote another song, do you want to hear it?” She said, suddenly excited.
“Sure Y/L/N...” he said, smiling a bit. Everyone knew he had a soft spot for her, even Y/N.
Twenty-two-year-old Evangeline "Eve" Genesis Michaels is the only daughter of Michelle and David Michaels. Growing up, her overly religious parents kept tight reins on their daughter. The only time Eve tried to rebel was when she was a junior in high school, and she was caught almost immediately. According to her parents, "God had told them where she was, and if she tried to go against their rules again, he would tell them again."
Michelle and David used fear to get their daughter to act how they wanted her to, and for her entire life, it worked. When Father Henry is removed from his position at the family's church, the new priest, Father Laufeyson, immediately catches Eve's eye, and the innocent young woman decides that she doesn't want to remain so innocent.
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he goes from a character so insecure and guarded that he used arrogance and pride as a mask to someone who believes that he is capable of a life beyond pain and suffering.
a life that he is able to be happy and one that is filled with genuine connections with others.
regardless if marvel intended it or not, these series are showing us that in order to become our most powerful self, we need to allow ourselves truly to express our emotions rather than repressing them.
requested. Loki x Reader where they live in avengers tower and Loki updates the reader with his anger/annoyance level
slight angst for a dreary sunday
“Ten! Fucking ten!” Loki screamed, tearing into the kitchen where you were baking.
“What?” Sam asked, looking up.
“Nothing,” you said before wiping your hands on a towel and jogging over to the infuriated god.
He was practically seething, his dark curls wild and eyes sharp with anger. You gave a look to Sam, Bucky, and Steve that said clear the room, and they took the hint, leaving you alone with Loki.
You’d bonded with the god while he was at the tower, and you had a soft spot for Loki that no one else did. You had a system for gauging his unpredictable emotions. Loki would tell you a number, one through ten, that indicated his mood, or his anger levels. Usually, the moody Asgardian settled at around a four, just passive annoyance, but today he was shaken up by something.
You didn’t speak at first, you just walked up to Loki and pulled him into your arms, wrapping around his waist. You felt some of his anger slip away, and his delicate hand came to rest on the back of your head.
“What happened, Loki?” you asked gently.
“Thor. Stark. They taunt me, they call me a monster and they say that I should still be locked up in the glass cell, that I shouldn’t be let out of the tower. They were saying that I don’t deserve your attention, that I’ve casted some kind of spell over you to make you like me. It’s all lies, I’ve changed!” Loki broke down in your arms.
“Oh, Loki...” you hugged him tightly.
The other’s distrust of Loki ran deep, and they couldn’t accept the fact that Loki really had changed. Thor spent multiple lifetimes witnessing his mischief, and he poisoned the well of hatred for Loki. It all broke your heart. You knew it wasn’t true, and you wished that the others could see it.
Hot tears ran from Loki’s blue eyes, and you stroked through his dark hair, trying to calm him down.
“Hey, Loki, it’s okay,” you whispered, kissing his temple.
He looked so young like this. He was no longer the frightening villain that tried to overthrow New York. Now, Loki was just a wounded young god who’s feelings had been hurt by his brother, the one person other than you he thought that he could depend on.
“Why don’t you help me finish the brownies? Get your mind off of them?” you offered, prying yourself free from him.
He nodded quietly, following you back to the island where you handed him the batter to stir. You finished putting in the ingredients, going through the cabinets looking for something to add.
Loki smiled at the sound of your excited gasp, and you held up a bag of chocolate chips.
“Lo, save some for the brownies!” you cried as he snatched some from your measuring cup.
“There’s plenty, darling, I’m certain of it.”
You let him steal some more of the chocolate chips before mixing them into the batter. He helped you pour it into a pan and slid it in the oven for you, insisting he wasn’t going to let you risk burning yourself.
“How long until they’re done?” he asked, peering through the glass window of the oven. You smiled at him, running your fingers through his hair as he watched them cook.
“Half hour or so.”
“We have time for a chapter of our book,” Loki grinned, though his gaze was hopeful. You agreed, and Loki took your hand, pulling you to the couch. You sat beside him, and he read aloud from a novel. You loved his voice, getting lost in it. Loki loved to read to you, and you indulged him, leaning against his side as he read you stories of magic and romance.
The oven beeped just as Loki finished the chapter, and you nearly fell over at the speed in which he bolted back to the kitchen. You smiled to yourself, thankful you were able to cheer him up, or at least distracted from the anger.
He set the pan on the stove to cool, leaning over them and biting his lip. You walked up beside him, your hand sliding up his slender back.
“How are you feeling now?”
“After spending time with you? Wonderful,” Loki smiled.
hey lindsay! hope you're having a wonderful day 💫 i was wondering if i could request something if not that's fine too. maybe a loki x reader set during episode 5 where reader is jealous bc they think loki is in love with sylvie and so they go and pout and president loki takes this time to flirt but tva loki is like absolutely not and he confesses 👀☝️
Not on My Watch
A/N: Hey, love! Thank you so much for this request!! I haven't written for President Loki yet, so I was very excited that you sent this hehe. Also, I hope you’re having a wonderful day too :)
I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: Spoilers for episode 5 of Loki, angst/fluff, cursing, mutual pining, President Loki likes to cause trouble (are we surprised?)
The scene in front of you makes your head throb. Never again will you complain about your Loki. You thought one was bad, but now, with about fifteen other Loki’s standing before you, you’re rethinking everything.
“What in the fuck-”
“Greetings, Loki’s!” Loki is standing on an elevated box, his arms outstretched as he gathers the attention of all the variants. Sylvie is standing next to him, her gaze focused solely on his face.
The scene makes your heart clench while jealousy floods your body. You adore Sylvie, love her even, would do anything to protect her. But recently, you’ve been noticing the little quips between her and Loki, along with the flirty looks that follow. It makes you angry, angrier than you’ve been in a while and more importantly, hurt. You’ve been by Loki’s side for a long time, loving him the entire way and now, a woman you just met is already sweeping him off his feet.
Loki continues his speech after a quick glance at Sylvie. “Someone is behind all of this and the only way we’ll get to them is through the beast! So, we need your help to distract Alioth, while Sylvie enchants him! What do you say?”
Cheers erupt around you and you stare in confusion. They’re all committing their lives to help out? Sounds very un-Loki-like.
“I have full confidence in Sylvie. She’s amazing-”
Rolling your eyes, you zone out on Loki’s speech, not wanting to hear him rant about how perfect Sylvie is. This is how it’s been for weeks now. Sylvie this. Sylvie that. It’s clear he’s obsessed with her at this point, leaving you no room to even try to compete.
“Well, hello there.” The voice startles you, being you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.
Looking to the side, you’re face to face with President Loki, the variant of Loki who’s now leading a group of them. He smiles widely at you, his face scarily resembling your Loki.
You smile tightly back, the gesture not quite meeting your eyes. “Hi.”
President Loki extends his hand, an open invitation to introduce yourself. After taking a couple seconds to think it over, you place your hand in his and he squeezes slightly. “Loki.”
You laugh, a small snort escaping you. “I would’ve never guessed that... I’m Y/N.”
He smirks at you, your sarcasm rubbing him in all the right places. He likes you.
Across the room, Loki is watching your exchange intently, his eyes narrowed into slits as his hands fist up at his sides. He growls as he sees President Loki run his hand down your arm.
“Everything okay?” Sylvie asks, confused as to why his whole demeanor changed.
“Oh, just lovely,” Loki responds, getting more angry by the second. “Just fucking wonderful.”
Heading down the hill, you follow Loki and Sylvie as they lead the group towards Alioth. The plan is to find a safe spot near the beast’s location to regroup before all hell breaks loose.
Walking beside you is President Loki, his arm continuously touching yours with each step.
Loki glances back to watch the two of you, his mouth set in a tight line as anger emanates off him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sylvie asks before following his line of sight. “Ah, I see. You’re jealous.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’m not jealous,” Loki mutters, his eyes never leaving you.
“Yeah?” Sylvie asks. “Then why is there magic coming out of your fingertips? I think someone wants to blast a certain someone far far away.”
Loki looks down at his hand, the green hue of his magic floating in the air. He scoffs, turning his attention back to the ground in front of him and continues walking.
A few feet away, back with you, President Loki starts talking. “So sweetheart, where will you go after all of this is over? I hope somewhere with me.”
You chuckle at his flirtatious attempts. He goes after what he wants. That, you can respect. You, on the other hand, could never expose your deep feelings for your God of Mischief, the man who’s standing in front of you now, non-stop chatting with Sylvie beside him. Of course it’s her. She’s beautiful in every single way. But still… Why couldn’t it be you?
“You’re planning really far into the future now. What if we don’t even survive our plan?”
President Loki’s tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip and you watch, the act meant to be innocent but with him, you know it’s dangerous. He smirks as you continue to stare. “You act like I’d let something happen to you.”
Tilting your head to the side, you study him. “And, why me?”
He chuckles, his voice dark. “Because I know when there’s something good in front of me and you, sweetheart, are delectable.”
Those words are spoken loud and honest, and as they drift up to Loki’s ears, he stops in his tracks.
“This is a good place to stop!” Loki yells back to everyone.
Was the spot exactly where he wanted? No. But, would he continue to walk as another version of him flirts with you mercilessly? Fuck no. So, this will have to do.
“You should all split into groups of two to distract the beast, while I try to enchant it,” Sylvie says, confident in her abilities.
You nod your head in agreement. Any plan was better than nothing.
President Loki moves closer into your side, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist. “If that’s the case, I’ll pair up with this one here.”
If looks could kill, President Loki would be dead on the ground in seconds. Loki snarls, his eyes shooting daggers into the arm wrapped around you. When he finally speaks, his voice is low. Menacing. “Absolutely not. Y/N’s with me. And, that’s final.” He stares at President Loki, daring him to fight back.
In response, President Loki shrugs his shoulders and removes himself from you. “It was nice to meet you, beautiful.” He winks at you before walking off.
Loki grabs your hand and drags you over to a secluded area, away from any prying eyes.
Ripping your hand out of his, you cross your arms over your chest. “What the hell was that?”
“What was what?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb. You know what I’m talking about.”
You’re pissed and he knows it. How dare he act possessive as soon as another person makes an attempt on you. It’s frustrating and confusing. He wants Sylvie, so what could possibly be the problem? Your thoughts are jumbled, trying to piece together what the hell is happening.
Loki sighs, his hands on his hips as he stares out to the side. As he speaks, his eyes don’t meet yours, this feeling of intimacy making him nervous. This is what he does: puts up an indefensible wall so no one can come in and hurt him.
“You’ve been by my side for a while now. Why is that?”
Confused, your eyebrows scrunch together. “What do you mean? We’re friends.”
Turning his head, he finally meets your stare and his face says everything. “No one ever sticks around.”
Tears gather at the corner of your eyes and you can’t help yourself as you tightly wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his chest.
His arms act on reflex, tightening around your body and pulling you even closer, his head resting on top of yours.
“I’m not good at this,” he whispers into your hair.
Pulling away, you stare up at him. “Not good at what?”
His hand moves to cradle your cheek, caressing your skin gently with his thumb. “Expressing how I feel about you.”
Gasping, your heart clenches at his words. “And, how exactly do you feel about me?”
Loki breathes out deeply, nerves running through him. He’s scared. Scared of fully giving his heart to you and then losing you. The thought is unbearable.
“A moment hasn’t gone by where you aren’t on my mind. You drive me crazy. You’re invasive and it frightens me how well you truly know me. You know me better than anyone else and yet, you still pick your way further inside. I’ve given up on stopping you because secretly, I love it. I love when you pick away because it shows how much you care and I’m not used to receiving that.”
A few tears slide down his face, remnants of what’s still possible. He isn’t too far gone. He never was. He’s capable of love, of both receiving and giving it.
“I love you, darling.” His voice chokes up, getting stuck on the cries that lodge in his throat. “I’ve always loved you.”
Smiling through the tears, you grab his dirt-stained collar, crushing your lips onto his. His lips are soft against yours, moving in sync as if you’ve done this dance together before. His tongue teases your mouth, slipping inside to dominate yours.
You sigh into the kiss as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, heavy breaths mixing into one.
“I love you too,” you breathe out. “And, for the record, I thought you had feelings for Sylvie.”
Loki backs up, an incredulous look on his face. “Sylvie? Never.” A smirk forms as he ponders your words. “Were you jealous?”
You scoff. “Please. Not nearly as jealous as you were about your little variant over there.”
“Ah, I see. You’re in denial. I can accept that.” He pulls you closer yet again, his face inches from you. “I was jealous. Rightfully so. Just look at you. Although, I will say, you have good taste. The man looks just like me.”
You slap at his chest playfully. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Guilty of being unbelievably in love with you? Well, you’ve got that one right, darling.”
You think he’s about to kiss you again until he quickly walks away, pulling you along with him. “I meant it when I said you’re with me.” His eyes are bright, passion swirling inside them. “Because losing you isn’t an option.”
A little while later, the patrons were gone, the bar was cleaned up, and you had said your goodbyes and given your hugs. Tom had patiently waited until you were ready to leave so he could walk you home. Once you stepped outside, you realized how much the night had cooled off.
You smiled up at him as he wrapped his leather jacket over your shoulders.
“You’re not cold?”
“After three whiskeys? Not a chance.”
Just before you reached the end of the block, you felt Tom slip his arm around your waist and pull you closer to his side. By the end of the next block, the hand on your waist had slipped down slightly and his fingers were laced through the belt loop of your jeans on your hip. You tried to ignore the things brewing inside of you when his thumb started caressing the exposed skin below the hem of your tank top. Your heart wanted to believe it was something else, but your head was screaming that it was the alcohol.
As you were passing the 24-hour diner down the street from your apartment, you stopped and smiled up at him.
The still slightly buzzed Tom let out an embarrassing moan as he began to pull you by the hand towards the door. He usually ate fairly healthy, but when he had been drinking, all he wanted was junk food.
“God, woman. You’re too perfect!”
You hoped he wouldn’t notice the blush that formed on your cheeks. Within a few minutes, the two of you were sitting in a booth across from each other with a cheeseburger and fries in front of you.
“So, Hollywood. What’s our game plan? I know you spent the night going over a check list.”
Tom nodded at you as he chewed and swallowed his bite.
“You know me too well, Darling. I got a lot accomplished this evening, actually. I got a moving truck lined up for tomorrow. I went out and bought some supplies and food to get us through the next couple of days. I even got us a hotel room booked for tomorrow night. I figure we can get the apartment packed and loaded by tomorrow evening. Once it’s all in the truck, we can get a room for the night before getting on the road as early as possible Tuesday morning.”
He watched you nod in agreement in between bites as you seemed to mentally run through the plans he had in mind.
“Sounds like a solid plan. I would expect nothing less from Mr. Organized.”
The wink you gave him made it impossible to take offense to the tease. The rest of the meal was mostly silent as the two of you enjoyed your late-night burgers. Per the usual, Tom wouldn’t allow you to pay when it was time for the check.
The rest of the walk to the apartment was spent laughing and joking with each other. The food seemed to sober him up a little more and his advances towards you lessened. By the time you made it to the building and up the stairs, he was now holding your hand instead of wrapping his arm around you. Since he had the key from earlier, Tom unlocked the door and allowed you to walk in first.
The first thing you noticed was the stacks of boxes against the wall just inside the front door. A few boxes were already folded and taped, ready to be filled. What you didn’t expect to see was the brand-new luggage set next to them.
You laughed and crossed your arms as you waited for him to explain.
“In my defense, the one suitcase you own has seen better days, Georgia. I was just excited that you’re moving to London. I wanted you to have a nice set to pack your things in to bring with you.”
It was a sweet gesture, even if you didn’t want to know what he had spent on them. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Thank you, Tom. That’s really sweet of you.”
“You’re welcome, Love. I’m glad you like them.”
The two of you let the hug linger. You rested your chin against this chest and looked up at him.
“Sleep or pack, Hollywood?”
You watched him glance around the living room before settling back down on you.
“You’re call, George. I got a nap in before heading to the bar earlier so I’m good for now.”
“I’m still wired from work so I’m fine getting some packing done. I just didn’t want to keep you up if you wanted to go to bed. I’m going to go take a quick shower and change clothes if you want to start with the kitchen. It should be easy. If it’s not worth keeping, just toss it. I’m not attached to anything in there so feel free to use your own judgement.”
He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.
“So, get rid of most of it then. Got it.”
“Works for me.”
With one last squeeze, you slipped from his arms and made your way in the direction of the bathroom. When you reappeared a few minutes later now dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, Tom was sitting on the couch putting boxes together.
“I can do that if you want to get started on the kitchen.”
Tom handed the tape gun over to you and made his way into the kitchen. Starting with the fridge, all of it went into the trash, expect for a few drinks he left in there for tomorrow while packing. He got in a rhythm and made it halfway through the kitchen before stumbling over an item.
“Hey George? What about these platters on this top shelf?”
When you didn’t answer, he stepped out into the living room to ask you again. He found you curled up asleep on the end of the couch with only two completed boxes in front of you. Tom leaned against the doorway and smiled at you.
“Wired from work, huh?”
To make it easier to put you to bed, he went and quietly opened the door to the office and pulled the blankets back on the twin bed you had been sleeping on. He returned to scoop you up in his arms. The fact that you hadn’t stirred one bit at the change of locations told him just how exhausted you were. Once you were tucked into bed, he decided to finish the kitchen in the morning and turned in for the night as well.
“Rise and shine, Gorgeous.”
His soft voice had the opposite effect as you curled up against him.
“Five more minutes, Hollywood…”
Tom stared down at you as he tucked your hair behind your ear. He didn’t understand how you could possibly be this beautiful first thing in the morning. Now that your arms were wrapped around him with your head against his leg, it was impossible for him to move from his seat on the edge of your bed. His fingers smoothed your bedhead as he let himself take in every detail of your face. After a few minutes, he knelt down to kiss your temple and whispered in your ear.
“I guess I’ll have to eat these warm cinnamon rolls all by myself…”
The sight of your eyes popping open made him let out a deep laugh. You looked up to search his face for any sign that it was a joke.
“Warm cinnamon rolls?”
“Mmhmm. Hot coffee too. Well, it will be hot if you would get your butt out of this bed and come to the kitchen. “
When you stretched your limbs and let out a loud groan, he made his exit knowing you were soon to follow. He heard the pitter patter of your barefoot behind him and he held your coffee up next to him without turning around, knowing exactly what you were looking for first.
“Cream, two sugars.”
“You’re the best!”
It surprised him when you reached up on your toes and planted a kiss on his cheek. Tom turned away from you to hide how flustered he was while plating your breakfast. He plastered on his best smile as he turned around to see you sitting on the corner of the counter behind him.
“What time is it?”
He handed you the plate and kissed the top of your head.
“Close to 10:30, I believe.”
You watched him grab his own cinnamon roll and lean against the counter across from you. The first bite was warm and gooey and melted in your mouth. Still half asleep, you weren’t aware of just how loud you moaned as you threw your head back and leaned against the cabinet behind you.
“If you wake me up with these every morning, Hollywood, I’m never leaving London ever again.”
The idea didn’t sound half bad to him. He would make them from scratch if he had to.
“That good huh? I walked in for our usual pastries and they were pulling these out of the oven. The poor croissants were completely forgotten in that moment. Well, eat up George. I’ve made good progress this morning but there is still lots to do today.”
For the first time, you looked around the kitchen and living room to see that both rooms were completely packed and ready to load up. As if he knew what you were thinking, Tom continued.
“I didn’t touch the other rooms because I didn’t know what you would need to take to London and what goes into storage in Atlanta. If you give me some guidance in the office, I can work on that while you get your suitcases packed.”
You nodded and continued to enjoy the delicacy in your hand while thinking about everything you might need to take with you to London. When Tom looked back up at you, the sight caused him to laugh so hard, it made his side stitch. It snapped you from your trance and you gave him a confused look. It apparently only added to his laughter as the tears began to stream down his cheeks.
“Don’t move from that spot, Love. We don’t need you getting your sticky fingers on everything.”
While he wet a paper towel under the faucet you finally noticed the icing and cinnamon residue all over your fingers. As he turned back towards you, you hadn’t expected him to bring the towel up to your face first. Based on his laughter and the feel of the towel, you must have had the icing everywhere. Apparently while deep in thought and half asleep still, you had scratched your forehead as well. Tom smirked at you when your cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
“Had I known you ate with the habits of a small child when tired, I wouldn’t have packed up the utensils so quickly.”
You glared at him as he finished cleaning your face and moved to remove most of the icing from your fingers. He sighed with a smirk on his face and shook his head. Before you could ask any questions, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and lifted you from the counter like you weighed nothing and set you in the floor.
The noise that came out when he surprised you by picking you up, was more adorable than the mess you were covered in at the moment. The emotions that you pulled from him were more than he could stand sometimes.
“Sink, Darling. You’re a disaster…”
With an eye roll, you washed your hands and bent down to scrub your face to remove the rest of the sticky residue. He put a dry towel in your hand as you turned off the water. Your voice was quiet.
“I’m not a toddler…”
“Says the one covered head to toe in cinnamon roll… now drink your coffee, George. I need you awake and functional if we are going to get this done. Put on your music and get a move on, Sweetheart. I let you get a little extra sleep so you wouldn’t be a grouch. Now we need to make up for time.”
You whined as you left the kitchen with coffee in hand. Tom took a sip of his and let his eyes trail over you as you walked away, letting them linger a little too long on your behind. The sleep shorts you were wearing were slightly shorter than normal and the hem rested just below the cheeks, nearly peaking out when you walked. Between your outfit from last night and the shorts this morning, his restraint was holding on by a thread. How was he going to keep it together with you around every day? Being roommates with the best friend you were secretly in love with was a dangerous and probably horrible idea for so many reasons.
“Hey, Bigshot! Come here, please!”
Tom made his way into the hall to see you sitting in the bathroom floor, surrounded by beauty products on all sides.
You didn’t look up at him and just glanced all around you, already lost in the overwhelming pressure of moving.
“The only things in the office I want with me is the picture frames on the shelf. I think most of the stuff in the closest is storage stuff that I haven’t opened in forever. I doubt I will need any of that right now. Do I remember seeing a toiletries bag in that luggage set last night?”
“Yes, Love. It’s the exact same set I have, just in purple. You have a laptop case as well.”
He watched the wheels turn and could already tell you were in over your head. You didn’t notice him leave the room and come back with the toiletries bag.
You finally looked up at him.
“What do I tell you every single time you pack, Darling?”
He watched you roll your eyes as you took the bag from his hand over your shoulder.
“I know. I know.”
Tom gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“Just pull out the things you have used in the last week and get rid of the rest for now.”
By the time he made his way into the office with your laptop bag in hand, he heard your music start blasting from the bathroom and knew you were finally getting into your groove now.
The next few hours flew by as the two of you dashed around the apartment. When Tom finished with the office, he found you in the bedroom sorting through your clothes. He continued to remind you that there were in fact stores in London and the more that went into storage, the less you had to travel with. Per his usual speech, anything you needed once you arrived could be easily located.
After some guidance from him on the weather conditions to expect in London, you had your suitcase packed and the rest of the clothes in boxes for now to go into storage. After stopping for a quick lunch, the rest of the afternoon was spent loading the few pieces of furniture into the moving truck downstairs, along with all the boxes. Just before 5, the apartment was empty, and the truck was full.
Tom looked around the place one more time to make sure nothing had been missed as you left the key on the counter in the kitchen.
“Do you have to turn that into the office or do anything to end your contract?”
He watched you shrug your shoulders and head for the door.
“The asshole forgot his name on the lease agreement, not mine. It’s his problem now.”
You gave him a wink before heading down the stairs.
“Let’s get the hell out of this place, Hollywood.”
TW: THIS IS NOT FLUFF. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT FLUFF.
Loki has had a difficult last half century.
He’s already had the big romance of his life —even young, as he technically was—yet being in love with a Midgardian had its cons, and he was now suffering the consequences.
He’s had the famous love they all talked about, yet he had the misfortune that his was ephemeral. You lived by his side as long as it was meant to, and now he was back to solitude again. Your absence weighed on him, yet he knew he'd find you again. You always had a way to come back, even when you were away forever.
He’s now drinking a glass of whiskey, all alone on a midgardian bar, hoping for you to walk in back again and say “hey, turns out the ones from the morgue were wrong, I’m alive hahaha”. He knows it won’t happen, but death seems to repel him, so what damage was in a little bit of hope?
“Another, please”, he asked the bartender without even looking her in the eyes.
“I’d ask if you want some ice on it, but you seem the kind that would be disgusted even by the question”, she laughed smoothly.
Loki pulled his gaze from the glass towards her, and furrowed his eyebrows. He’s too drunk now, he’s sure. Otherwise, this would seem like a mundane conversation.
“You’re right. No ice, please”, he limited to those few words, knowing the barista wouldn’t understand.
Maybe she would, he doesn’t want to risk it anyways.
That's what you told him in this same bar, a hundred years ago. Exactly a hundred. That’s what drove his feet to this sacred place to begin with. And he, now drunk as a skunk, knew why he shouldn’t have come here.
He’s seen you everywhere. Especially in the face and words of this barista, a woman that only wanted to do her job and get out as soon as her shift ended, he’s sure. She was just making a little bit of conversation, to pass the slow time of the laboral journey.
“Here. And lemonade, too. You seem unwell”, she pointed out, handing him half the measure of whiskey he asked for and the glass of lemonade she mentioned.
“There’s… no need to worry. I’m trying to drink my day away, I guess”, he smiled politely, and she nodded.
“Bad day at work, or romantic issues?”.
“It’s an anniversary. Romantic issues, I guess”, he explained vaguely. What was the damage in talking about it with her? She was more than used to sad stories from the clients, and surely he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable. She seemed open to listen. And, as if she read his mind, she said,
“I’m all ears. You seem like you need a shoulder to cry on, honestly”.
“Well, I might”, he chuckled. She was right. Thor wasn’t one to share sentiment, everyone that’s ever been connected between you two —friends and coworkers, mostly other Avengers— were dead as well, and he hadn’t made any other true friends ever since you were gone. But it’s been a couple of years, and he should just move on already. “I met my wife here, today but many years ago”.
“You seem too young to have married”, she pointed out.
“And widowed, too”.
“Oh. I’m really sorry”.
“I look young but I’m truly not. You’d be surprised”, he smirked. She chuckled.
“Have you been widowed long ago?”.
“It was easier before”, he commented. “To love, you know”.
“Love is lost these days. Not that I’m looking for anyone else again. I don’t think it would be wise”.
“I don’t think love is lost. I don’t know how old you are, but I don’t think we’re too far apart”, she said, and Loki chuckled again. She had no idea. “But love is never lost. Love is all we have at the end. Even when hope is lost, love is always there in some form”.
Loki took a sip of his drink and his eyes watered. You’ve always said that. How could one person be so similar to you, when you’re gone? Was this bartender you in a reincarnation? In your next life? Was he supposed to be finding you again?
“Even in hate?”, he asked, knowing the answer. This was the proof.
“Especially in hate”, she said. He smiled. The tears formed heavier in his eyes and he tried to push them back. She leaned on the counter and talked softly, as if telling him a secret he should keep well for the rest of his life. “You see, hate usually is the symptom of not wanting to love something you already love. There’s so much love hidden in there, it’s ridiculous”.
It’s you. You embodied someone else, and there you were, talking about love in a job that didn’t suit you with a person you didn’t know, about things you probably figured out in a very short life.
“You seem wise for your age”.
“Come on, how old are you? Fourty?”.
“Thousand eighty four”.
“Well, close enough”.
She laughed, and he smiled too. Maybe he could allow himself to flirt again. Even if it was to remember you in some way, even if it was just for a while. Maybe he could, and maybe he would, but he couldn’t stop trying to make her laugh. He wanted to remember you, at least one more night, at least one more time.
I literally cried when Loki got betrayed in the 6 th episode or when sif said he always gonna be alone... Like nooo....I just wanted give this lil puppy a hug and tell everything gonna be okay😭. I am sorry for ranting it in your ask box. I thought it would be good prompt. 😶
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"I crave attention... Because I'm a narcissist... And I supposed it... It's because I'm scared of being alone..." Loki huffed softly to Sif. He was tired. Tired of whatever was going on from past few days or weeks he didn't know.
"I hope you know you deserve to be alone and you always will be..." Sif said with bit disgust before leaving. Loki was still sitting on floor. He cloesd his eyes repeating the words in his head.
You deserve to be alone and you always will be.
He was still little glad that Mobius didn't pick one of your memories for this emotional torture. You. The bare thought of you made him sad. You're here... Some where in the castle, might be with Thor or your other companions . He knew you had little affection for the raven prince but Loki never confessed anything either. He loved your company, the way you used to get angry on him for his numerous pranks but you never pushed him away from you. You're the only person he could count on at least after his mother. He knew you were more than just friends, perhaps next to what they called Lovers but he was so scared to ruin the friendship, so conservative about his feelings.
He heard footsteps again and sighed tiredly. He was so done with this torture.
"Sif.... No more please..." He opened his eyes turning to the door and his breath hitched seeing the sight before him.
"Y/N?" He couldn't believe it. It was really you standing in your gorgeous armour like attire, wearing his colours. You loved to wear his colours and he knew that. He got way too overwhelmed with emotions to say anything but to stare at you.
You looked at the man in utter confusion. He saw you take cautious steps towards him. He didn't got up from his sitting position so you got on yours knees before him.
Your hand rose to his face. He was expecting you to hit him again so he closed his eyes but when he felt the soft touch, removing his tears he opened his eyes again only to realise he started crying. God he missed you.
"Who are you...?" You whispered softly cupping his face in that hand. But his eyes widened in fear. You didn't remember him. What kind of torture was this. This was even worse than Sif bitting him up.
"I'm Loki... Yo-"
"No... You're not my Loki..." You cut him inspecting him still. Your Loki??
"I swear if this is one of your sick tricks..." You glared at the man.
"No.. No... It's really me... It's a long story... But it's me... Yo-your Loki..." Loki said holding your other hand.
"By norns... What are you wearing... What's this..." You asked in total confusion seeing his dress up and the collar.
"Y/N..." Loki mumbled softly looking at you. For the first time he didn't know what to tell you, how to explain the things to you.
"You're from the future aren't you...?" You smiled suddenly realising. He wasn't your Loki. You never saw Loki this broken around you. He's always mocking or teasing you, playful around you. But seeing him in a mess like this broke your heart.
Your hand softly brushed against his cheek and a green shimmer surrounded around your hand. He winced softly when he felt a tingling sensation through his body. He closed his eyes leaning into your touch and suddenly all of his tiredness was gone. You're a healer. How could he forgot about that. Might be it was one of the reasons he was so fond of you, as when ever Thor and him would return from any battle or fight you would always used attend him, relieving his pain. He knew he was your first priority.
"I thought I would never see you again..." Loki whispered softly. He wanted to hug you, hold you against him for one last time as he knew this wasn't real. Anytime now Mobius would walk in and wake him up from this beautiful dream.
"What happened...?" You asked finally holding both of his hands in yours.
"So many things.... So many..." He mumbled looking down at yours hands. His voice was breaking. He needed to tell everything and most importantly his feelings towards you. He saw you in that tape but he didn’t know what actually happened between you two. He was so unsure that …that Loki had ever confessed his feelings towards you.
“My prince…come here…” you mumbled softly before pulling him in your arms, hugging him tightly . Loki never was good with affection , feelings, always so reserve about his emotions towards anyone. But when you hugged him he immediately hugged you back breaking down in tears. He needed this. He needed you after everything happening in his life. He let his guards down for once in his life the moment he realised he’s back home, in your arms. He never thought he needed you this much until now. Your hug felt so soothing. For a few moments he felt so safe. But it wasn’t real at all, it’s tva’s another manipulation for breaking him down.
“D-do I really deserve to be alone? Am I that bad Y/N…?” He asked and that broke your heart again seeing him this vulnerable . How could he think so low of him?
“How can you even think about it…I have always been there for you haven’t I?” You mumbled sadly. Yes you been there as long as he remembered from his childhood. But he never thought you more than a friend, you’re just doing your duty as a healer for their royalty. He had underestimated your care, your feelings towards him, keeping you away from his heart. But he didn’t wanted that anymore. He needed to tell you that he had feelings for you as he wasn’t sure that he would get another chance.
“Loki…look at me…” you said pulling away and cupping his face in your hands. His eyes were holding so much adoration towards you.
“You’re not alone….okay? I am here for you okay…?? you deserve the world…” you smiled softly assuring him. That’s it. He had to tell you now.
“I don’t know if I will get another chance to say this…I love you Y/N…” he said with so much pain.
“I know…” you chuckled softly, happily that finally he admitted, though you kind of knew he has a soft spot for you.
“You’re not gonna say it back?”
“I thought you know that already…” you smiled again teasingly.
“I need to hear this …I may ne-” but he got cut off as you kissed him with everything you had inside you. The feeling of your lips were eternal to him. His eyes got teary again that he would never be able to kiss you again maybe. So he put all his passion in that one kiss holding you in his arms. He needed to show how how much you mean to him.
“I love you…I love you…I love you…Loki…I love you more than anything in these nine realms…” you said pulling away breathlessly then peppering his face with small kisses. He finally laughed. Oh how much he missed you! He was glad that you still choose someome like him.
“ I don’t wanna leave you ….but I can’t stay here….I never really wanted to leave you actually…bu-” he said.
“I know….I’m not mad at you…” you smiled pulling him in another kiss. You knew he wasn’t here to stay.
“I never wanted the throne….” He mumbled against your lips.
“Still you’re the only king I will surrender to…” you mumbled kissing him. You couldn’t just get enough. You had to let him go and your heart was arching with the fact. He was not your Loki but at least you knew that Loki had always loved you, no matter what timeline he belonged to.
“Will you do me a favour love….?” He asked with pleading eyes.
“Anything…” you would have given your life if he asked you so.
“Tell your Loki not to attack that purple mad Titan with a butter knife…” he huffed making you confused.
“I know it won’t make any sense now… but please trust me with this…and please promise me you won’t leave me not matter how stupid I will act around you…push you away….I want you know that I will love you even though I am so bad at expressing my feelings…”
“Loki…I’ll be with you till my last breath…” you smiled with tears in your eyes this time. You’re sure that future wasn’t kind for both of you. He hugged you again tightly like you would just disappear in air if he let you go.
“Okay Loki…you’re ready to talk now…?” Mobius’s voice startled you two and you pulled away. You got up immediately and stood in a protective manner towards this man. You didn’t know what’s was happening but you knew he was here for Loki.
“Y/N…it’s okay…” Loki said getting up and placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked back at him with teary eyes, he just smiled softly at you. It's time for to say your goodbyes but before he could say anything more Mobius reset the tempad and you just disappeared like a glitch.
“They won’t remember this encounter right?” Loki’s heart broke again asking Mobius. But Mobius just smiled at him.
“Don’t worry…at least Y/N know now that you love them…” he said before walking him out the time loop.
An: I had to rewatch the episode for writing this and I’m sad now 💔 I hope you guys like it 🥺
A/N: Hey guys!!! Sorry for the wait, but here it is! This is based off of the request I posted last! I really hope you guys enjoy! PS, it’s somewhat inspired by I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers. Although, the tail end of the song doesn’t exactly match the vibe of the fic, so if you intend on listening to the song while reading, I’d say hit the rewind button as you get to the end of the song LOL. Anyway, my requests are still open, and ENJOY!
Summary: Thor and Tony tease Loki about never being able to find love. That’s not true, as far as you’re concerned, especially given your feelings for Loki. Except there’s one issue: He doesn’t know about them, at least not yet.
Warnings: A good deal of angst, but it turns into fluff, cursing, maybe some grammar mistakes? I think that should be everything lol.
Word Count: 3,211
“Oh come on, you so totally would!” A voice shouts in the near distance.
The words snap you out of the deep sleep you had been in. Soft rays of light stretch across your face, creeping in from the small cracks and crevices of your white curtains. You groan in annoyance, grabbing your pillow from under your head and shoving it over your face. You know it can’t be later than 8:30 in the morning, because that’s when your alarm should have woken you up.
Instead, as always, Tony and Thor decided that this was the type of morning to be incredibly loud. It also wasn’t convenient that your room was dangerously close to the end of the hallway, allowing for all the noise from the kitchen and living room to flow directly into your ears.
“Oh please,” A familiar voice chimes out. “I’ve had more people in my bed than the amount of whatever midguardian currency you have sitting in your silly little bank.”
The rest of the conversation is unintelligible as you force your pillow down harder over your ears. Thankfully, all you can hear now are the mumblings of annoyance coming from those distantly recognizable voices. Still, you know you won’t be going back to sleep any time soon, so you have no choice but to force yourself out of bed and out into the conversation that somehow seems to be growing louder and louder.
You rip the pillow off your face and push yourself up onto your fore arms, listening a bit closer to the conversation.
There’s a powerful, booming laugh. “Well brother,” Thor chants, “The people amount of people one has in bed most certainly does not equate to the love one holds in one’s heart.”
Loki stays silent, but Tony’s laugh is audible as ever. “Proverb Thor 3:5 makes an excellent point,” Tony mutters. “And if you’ve slept with more people than the amount of money I have, I think it’s time to get that thing checked out, Reindeer Games.”
You roll your eyes, knowing full well that the conversation must be bothering Loki. As much as he pretended to be a cocky asshole, he was truly a rather vulnerable, hurt, damaged, yet kind person. At least to you, that’s what he showed himself to be. His god-like, sarcastic, cynical front was just an illusion to keep his true self hidden.
But he didn’t hide that true self from you.
You swing your legs around to the side of the bed, and force yourself to face the cold hard wood floors below. You walk towards your door, twisting the knob and making your way out into the hall.
“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Tony chimes in as you enter the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee in the process. Loki stands up from the barstool he had been sitting on and begins to walk over towards you.
“Morning Loki,” You say, your voice still hoarse with sleep.
He sends a soft smile your way, but doesn’t respond. He leaves the kitchen and heads off down a hallway, disappearing into a room.
Your heart sinks down deep into your chest. Whatever Tony and Thor had been teasing Loki about had truly gotten to him, and you couldn’t help but feel as though your presence somehow made it worse. That was the last thing you wanted. You wanted to be there for him, to figure out what was wrong, to fix whatever was hurting him.
You really couldn’t bare to see him that way, you never could. The amount of hours you spent next to Loki, talking about everything and nothing, all to make sure he was okay, were absolutely innumerable. Sometimes you two would sit in comfortable silence, your shared presence saying more than words ever could. Sometimes you’d keep a TV show on in the background, but you were never paying attention. You’d sit on the couch next to him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
To be honest, you would do anything for him. You would sit with him for days on end if you had to. You believed in him more than any other Avenger. You saw the good in him the very second you laid eyes on him, as impossible as that seems. He didn’t have to prove himself to you. He didn’t have to jump through hoops or pass stupid, foolish tests.
He was Loki, and that was enough.
You finally decide to speak up, completely ready to interrogate your teammates. “What did you two do?” Your voice is strong, a little bit too strong. You were just a tad too easy to read. Immediately, Thor and Tony can tell that there was something else causing you to react this way.
Everyone did. In fact, everyone had admitted it already. Everyone had discussed it with each other at least once a day. Everyone could tell so easily. But you and Loki couldn’t.
There was something between you two. It was impossible not to see.
You could never tell him how you felt. Never. You couldn’t even tell yourself. It didn’t matter how bad you wanted him, how terribly you loved him, how horrifically head over heels you had become for him. Because, at the end of the day, you had lost far too much to lose something, someone, like that. Of course, losing him would hurt regardless. Maybe it would hurt even more if you never got the chance to see how things played out. But still, it felt safer not to try. It felt safer not to let those three words free themselves from their chamber at the back of your throat.
So you wallowed in silence. You felt in silence. You dreamt in silence. And that was okay.
This, however, Loki feeling pain, was not.
Tony finally decides to speak up. “We were just messing with him. I didn’t know Reindeer Games had any soft spots. Guess he does.”
You scoff. “He has emotions, you know,” You say, your eyebrows furrowed. You weren’t having Tony’s bullshit today, no matter how close you two were. He had become something of a father figure for you, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was always the greatest influence.
“Couldn’t tell, to be honest,” Tony says back, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
Before you could think of a comeback, Thor interjects. “He’ll be alright, (Y/N),” He says, his voice much softer than usual. “He always pushes through.” But his words weren’t reassuring to you.
You shake your head. “What were you even talking about? What could you have been possibly saying to make him so upset, hm?”
Tony smiles, laughing a bit. “I said,” He stops, his laughter growing, “Thor I can’t say it, it’s too damn funny.” Tony bends over, his cackle filling the room. He mutters something under his breath, and he laughs at whatever it was he said.
Thor chuckles. “Tony said Loki would have to pay someone to be his girlfriend, and I agreed. Jokingly, of course.”
“As funny as it was, it wasn’t a joke to me!” Tony shouts, laughing even harder now.
Your mouth falls open. “You assholes!” You yell, your voice booming against the walls of the kitchen.
Tony looks at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What, you really think he’ll ever be able to find true love?” He asks, the remnants of his laughter still thick in his voice. “I mean come on, you know him better than anyone else here, don’t you? Even better than Thor?”
Thor nods. “That’s probably true.”
“Yeah, it is,” You respond, “Which is exactly why I know he will, and that he’s worthy of every ounce of it.” Your commanding, serious voice cuts the jovial tone of the room in half, leaving a feeling of tension and conflict in the air. Tony and Thor take their eyes off of you. The only funny thing about this was how intimidated they had become of you in a matter of seconds.
After a minute of silence, Tony’s head whips back towards you, as if he’s had some sort of epiphany, some sort of grand realization. He laughs to himself.
“What, what’s so funny now?” Your voice doesn’t waver at all as you slam your fist on the cold, marble countertop.
Tony shakes his head and chuckles once more. “There’s no skepticism left in me. I wasn’t entirely sure about this, but now I am. Thor insisted it was true. So did Nat. Even Bruce knew it. I thought maybe you were just that nice. You’re too nice sometimes. But now, now it’s crystal clear.”
Tony stops his tangent, leaving your heart thumping out of your chest. “What the fuck are you talking about Tony?” You say back.
He stays silent, and smiles softly. You look over at Thor, waiting for him to speak up.
“I think you already know the answers to your questions, (Y/N),” Thor says finally. “We’ve known for quite a while. It was only a matter of time before you finally acknowledged it too.”
Everyone knows, You think to yourself, slightly embarrassed. It was a lot to process, although it made complete sense. You thought back to the time they had caught you and Loki sitting on the couch, watching some stupid horror movie. Despite being a goddess, you found yourself stuck under the crook of Loki’s arm, shaking like a leaf in fear. You burrowed your head into his chest, and he tightened his arm around you. When they walked in on you two, all cuddled up, they made some snide comments, but that was it.
Then there was the time Tony had found you two on the couch, sound asleep at 2:30 in the morning, clung together underneath a blanket. Neither of you could sleep alone that night. Nightmares plagued your mind, and oddly enough, Loki was in the same boat. You had made your way out into the living room to watch the city streets below, and Loki showed up just a few minutes later. After talking for a while, you felt yourself growing tired, but you were afraid to be alone. So, he stayed with you on the couch, all night. Tony went to grab a glass of water, and that’s when he saw you. By the next morning, everyone knew. You took the jokes and made sure Loki was never uncomfortable about any of them.
But there were far more times than that. Far more times than you could even begin to count. And they were all hitting you now. It was undeniable, your words, your actions, your feelings. It was all so abundantly clear, not only to yourself, but to the world.
You wondered if they were clear to Loki too. Maybe he thought you could never love him, all over some stupid jab from Tony and Thor. That stung. The thought that he truly believed you could never love him was enough to drive you to tears. The idea that Loki seriously believed that he would need to pay you to love him was far too painful. You needed to set the record straight.
Now or never.
“You two fucking suck,” You say angrily, punching the marble countertop again before storming out of the room. You walk towards the hallway Loki had traveled down, and knock on the door.
There’s no response.
You knock again, and when there’s still no voice on the other side, you choose to open the door. You feel your stomach twist when you see that there’s no one inside. “Loki?” You call out, but there’s still nothing. You step back out of the room, shutting the door behind you.
That’s when an idea pops into your head, and you immediately storm towards the doors to the balcony entrance at the other end of the hallway.
And, of course, there he was. You push the doors open. You watch Loki stare down at the cars rushing by below. It’s almost as if you can feel how lost he feels, how hurt he feels, how confused he is. A shiver runs down your spine as you finally start making your way over to him. Your footsteps are audible, but he doesn’t turn around. He stays exactly where he is. It feels like he’s hiding from you, like there’s something he doesn’t want you to see.
“Loki?” You whisper, finally reaching the place next to him, where you’ve always felt you belonged.
You let your hand place itself in between his shoulder blades, rubbing slowly. He shudders under your touch. You finally look over to his face, his tear stained face. That’s what he’s hiding, You realize.
“Oh, Loki,” Your voice is quiet and filled with sadness. You bring your other hand across his chest and up to his shoulder, wrapping himself in your arms, bringing him into a tight hug. You bring your lips to his ear. Your voice is incredibly low, so only Loki can hear you. “They’re wrong. You know that, don’t you?”
Loki brings his hands to your waist, giving into the hug and bringing you closer to him. He shakes his head into the crook of your neck. “No, they’re not, and that’s the problem.” After a few seconds of silence, he pulls away from you, leaving you feeling cold and empty despite the cool touch of his skin.
He walks a few steps away from you, and begins to pace back in forth. Every now and then he’ll bring his hands up to his face defeatedly. It kills you to see him like this.
“They’re wrong Loki, I promise you. They’re completely, entirely and insurmountably wro-,”
He whips around to face you again. “No, they’re not!” He shouts, tears falling from his eyes, smacking the ground when they land. “I’m unlovable. I’m nothing. I’m unworthy of so much, (Y/N). Of Asgard, of a real family, of friends, of love,” He pauses, his voice softening with every word, “Of you.”
Your eyes begin to well up. You blink and the tears free themselves, trickling down your cheeks. You catch the salty taste as one falls to the corner of your mouth.
“That’s not true and you-,”
But he cuts you off again. “It is true! Of all the things I just mentioned, I don’t deserve you the most. I will never deserve you. Why are you even here? Why do you stay? Look at me, I’m a monster.”
You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose as you take a few steps towards his frozen body. You scoff and part your lips. “Because you’re not a monster. You’re not whatever the fuck you think you are. You’re so much more, Loki. You’ve shown me more love than I’ve ever seen in my entire life. You’ve been there for me, and I’m always going to be here for you,” Your words are shaky. You pause, out of breath, trying to speak in between sobs. “And don’t you dare, for a single second think that you don’t deserve me.”
“And what makes you think that I do?” He questions, his voice much quieter this time.
You look to the city streets below, searching for the perfect thing to say. But that’s when it dawns on you, that there’s no need for some perfect way to come out and say it. Nothing is ever perfect. It doesn’t need to be. It shouldn’t be. Life would be shit if everything was perfect, You think to yourself. You and Loki were most certainly far from perfect, and yet, you knew that he was all you wanted. You knew that you belonged with him.
You knew that no matter what your story was, it would end with him.
“Because I know the end, Loki,” You say, stepping closer to him. “They know it too,” You say motioning towards the door behind you and him. You figured the entire team was watching, but neither of you looked to see.
Loki closes the gap between you and him. “What are you talking about, (Y/N)?” He questions, taking your hands in his.
You blink some more tears out of your eyes to see his face more clearly. You take a deep breath, allowing the words to fall out of your mouth.
“I love you, Loki. That’s the end. You and me. No matter what. No matter how many times you and I try to push each other away, no matter how many stupid jokes they make about you never finding love, no matter how you feel about yourself, I will always love you. I always have and I always will.”
There’s a pause, a moment of disbelief between the two of you. You can’t help but worry he won’t feel the same.
“Y-you love me?” A genuine smile plays at the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes widen.
You nod once. “Yes,” You say simply.
Loki brings his hands to the sides of your face as his lips come crashing down onto yours. You swear you can feel a strong ray of sun break through the grey cloudy sky, reaching the exact spot you and Loki are standing in, as if the heavens decided to open up, as if some sort of order had been resolved within the universe. That’s exactly how the kiss felt, as if everything was in its right place, as if this was exactly where you were supposed to be.
Loki separates his lips from yours, a single tear falling down his cheek. “I love you, (Y/N), and I mean that.”
“I know, I know,” You say back, “I know you do.” You knew he wanted you to understand that this wasn’t some trick. But there was no need to prove a single thing to you. You knew how he felt. There was no doubt in your mind now.
“Thank you,” He says, resting his forehead against yours, squeezing your hands with his own.
“For what?” You ask.
He smiles. “No one has ever made me feel this way. No one has ever treated me with so much kindness, with so much trust. With so much…” He trails off, his eyes shutting tightly. “Warmth.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Loki,” You say, squeezing his hands back.
Loki squints his eyes, confused. “Why not? You deserve it.”
You shake your head. “Because that’s what love is. I’d do anything for you, no questions asked. I’d chase you into a tornado. I’d drive into the sun with you. I’d face the end of the world with you,” You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Forever.”
“Forever?” Loki asks.
“Forever.” You say back.
He wraps his arms around you, bringing you tightly into his chest. You didn’t care if the team was watching. You didn’t care who saw.