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I Won’t Give Up On You (Loki x PlusSize!Reader)

Request: Hi, i love your style of writing so much! 😍 Can I please get number 25 and 32 with Loki? Thank you so much ❤

Summary: The reader helps save Loki from Thanos’ control and becomes an Avenger.

Words: 1965 (woooooow)

Characters/Pairings: Loki x reader, Tony Stark, Thor, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Eric Selvig

Warnings: Angst, character ‘death’, alien invasion

A/N: Alright guys so this is the last request on my list so please send me some more to keep this blog going!

“You want me to do what now?” She rose a brow at the man in the star-spangled suit. She leaned back in her plush armchair. Her gaze moved over to the long-haired blonde one and then over to the one in a fancy suit jacket and a Black Sabbath tee.

“We need you to look into my brother’s mind to find out what he is plotting.” The one with long hair said again. Her (e/c) were piercing as she looked at each of them in the eye, it was as if she was looking directly into their souls.

“Alright.” She shrugged, grabbing her knitted sweater. Their faces contorted in shock.

“That’s it?” The short one asked, looking put off by how easily she agreed.

“Well… Yeah. So, are you gonna show me the way or not?” She shouldered her designer backpack and waved her hand to her office door.

The man named Nick Fury and a woman by the name of Natasha led (Y/N) down a corridor to a large set of automatic doors.

“Be careful with this one, he’s a Master of Lies and Mischief, and he won’t hesitate to kill you given the chance,” Nick said as he pressed his hand over the scanner and the doors slid open. Inside a man dressed in green and, gold armor stood proudly.

“Not everyone is as they seem,” (Y/N) said as she entered the room, the door closing behind her. The clicks of her boots drew the attention of the god but he did not turn to gaze at her. Always the one for dramatics.

“Well, well, has Fury sent me a new toy to play with?” Loki finally slowly turned to face the woman who had seated herself on the chair just in front of the glass separating the two.

She was a plump woman with very nice curves that drew his gaze. Her hands were folded over her lap were a notepad lay. Her (h/c) hair was thrown up into an attractive messy bun that framed her round face nicely.

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I’m a psychologist from New York. I was hired by S.H.I.E.L.D to talk to you.” She shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up ever so slightly. His eyes were instantly drawn to it.

“So, I guess I’ll start off by telling you a bit about myself. I was born and raised in a little town in Washington State, and I moved here to find better opportunities. I became a psychologist a few years ago. I have a cat and live in a small apartment in Brooklyn.”

He eyed her wearily, unsure of where she was going with this. She was hired by these mortals to find out what his plan was but not even the Widow had approached him in such a roundabout way.

“What is it you want from me?” He approached the glass, trying to read her. But as she sat there with a soft smile and an understanding look in her eyes, he couldn’t find anything worthwhile.

“I just want to talk. S.H.I.E.L.D hired me to find out what you were up to but honestly, I couldn’t care less. However, from the footage I saw from when you first showed up… I’m curious as to why you looked so horrid for someone claiming to want to take over our planet.”

Loki knew the answer of course, but he wasn’t about to divulge this girl in that story. He smirked and licked his lips.

“Oh? And how did I look?”

“Tortured. Like a man who had hit rock bottom and had only one option. To follow orders.” She spoke bluntly but softly as if to not set him off. But it was too late for that.

“What do you know? You don’t know what it’s like to be cast out! To be looked over! To practically be on your knees!” Loki’s rage suddenly broke free, he slammed his fist on the glass and glowered down at the woman.

“Don’t I?” She whispered, her eyes turning down to her hands. “Being the second youngest of five isn’t as great as it seems. Especially when your parents only want the best.”

Loki’s intense gaze softened as he listened to her.

“I was never the smartest, nor the prettiest. Everything I would do, everything I accomplished was already done by my older siblings… and my youngest would receive all the attention. It was as if I didn’t exist to them. It was all about my siblings…”

“…Did you hate them?” Loki asked, lowering his palm down the glass. She sniffed and shook her head. He rose a brow in confusion.

“No, no I didn’t. Well, at first, I did. I blamed everyone and myself for what was happening to me. I hated my siblings and my parents. But, as I grew older, I came to realize that even though my parents shunned me, my siblings always defended me, always praised me. I was blind to that because of my own self-pity.”

Loki didn’t know what to say to that. Suddenly, he was back on that rainbow bridge, his brother holding him up. He remembers feeling so lost as his father looked down on him in disappointment. He didn’t even glance at the anguished look in Thor’s eyes.

“Loki, no matter how hard the situation seems, or how alone you feel, there is always someone there for you.” (Y/N) smiled up at him as his body relaxed and he gazed back at her with damp eyes.

“I-I never meant for anyone to get hurt,” He muttered. She nodded, standing and walking up the glass and resting her palm on where his rest.

“We never do, Loki. But sometimes, we just lose sight of the path… We just need someone to lead us back.” Abruptly, the entire ship shook, nearly knocking (Y/N) off her feet. And like a spell was broken, Loki looked down at (Y/N) with that same crazed look in his eyes.

“Loki?”

“You think too highly of yourself, you quim. Did you really think you could help me? It’s too late!” He laughed as a group of agents burst into the room, leading (Y/N) away, telling her to get to a safer place.

“I’m not going to give up on you, Loki!” She shouted as the doors closed. She was shoved onto a chopper that took off immediately, dodging shots from a rogue quinjet.

She didn’t see him again until he was atop the Stark Tower. She had noticed the quinjet from her office not too far from the Tower. Figuring it was Tony and the others, she made her way there. How wrong she was.

“I already told you, it’s too late.” He scowled down at her, but at this proximity, she could see the desperation in his eyes. She had been discovered as she made her way up and was brought to Loki to decide what to do with her.

She had been trying to convince him to end this.

“Loki, whoever’s making you do this, we can hide you, we can keep you safe! Please!” She grasped his hand in hers. He tore his hand away.

“You can’t stop this, (Y/N)! Stop trying…” He looked up at her with defeated, tired eyes. “I have.”

She frowned and drew her hand back and cracked it across his cheek. “Enough! Stop with the tough guy act! Stop with all the damn self-pity! End this, Loki!” She growled in his face, pulling him closer by his collar.

His eyes were wide as she yelled at him, his cheek stinging. Some clarity returned to his mind. “Thanos will come for me. There isn’t anywhere he won’t find me.” He shook his head.

“Then die.” She shoved him away. His heart dropped at her tone. She was telling him to die, to let Thanos come after him… He studied her, hoping she would say something to let him know she didn’t mean it.

“He can’t find you if you’re dead.” Loki looked at her as if she grew another head. “Thor told me of how he thought you were dead after you fought… Just do it again.”

How can she say these things so bluntly and carelessly? He marched up to her, dropping his scepter and took her in his arms, too overcome with relief to care of how this looked.

She wrapped her arms around him. “Shall we?”

She and Loki called the newly assembled Avengers and explained to them what was really going on. Thor was as relieved as he could be when he learned this wasn’t his brother’s plan. But he was enraged when he heard of what Thanos had done.

The others were obviously doubtful but decided to trust Thor’s and (Y/N)’s judgment. And their plan was set into action.

Loki opened the portal, allowing the Chitauri to invade. Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Tony kept them away from the civilians while Thor fought Loki. Bruce was at the device where the portal was coming from, trying to deactivate it.

(Y/N) had knocked out Selvig by hitting him over the head with a fire extinguisher. Soon Thor had defeated Loki, taking the scepter. He flew up to where Bruce and (Y/N) were.

“Anything?” He asked, his voice strained. (Y/N) shook her head, watching as more Chitauri poured from the portal.

“What if this was all meaningless? They may still find another way here… We need to do more than just close the portal…”

“What do you have in mind, (Y/N)?” Tony asked over the earpiece they had given her.

“Something crazy…”

A nuclear bomb was indeed crazy, but it worked. The moment the main ship exploded, the soldiers on Earth all collapsed. From what she could hear, there wasn’t as much a there would have been had Loki truly been trying.

After all was said and done, Thor took Loki’s ‘dead’ body back to Asgard. The news was all about this Alien invasion and the people who helped stop it.

(Y/N) sighed as she gazed up at the stars. It has been weeks since then. The casualties of the battle were much lower than she had thought, but then again, Tony and the others were able to evacuate a lot of people before the portal was opened…

But, as happy as she was that it was all over, she felt a strange emptiness in her chest. What was Loki doing now with his newfound freedom? Did he think of her as much as she did him?

She turned to look at her new room. When Tony had finished repairs on the Tower, he invited the Avengers to live there, even (Y/N).

“You’re as much of an Avenger as the rest of us (Y/N),” he had said. She agreed eventually.

A knock at her door had her moving away from her window. She opened it, expecting to see Steve or Tony, but was shocked to see the dark-haired god that had ‘died’ weeks ago.

“L-Loki?” She covered her mouth with her hand. He didn’t say anything besides holding his arms open. She stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around his torso.

“You’re here… what happened?” She looked up at him. He smiled slightly at her.

“Odin thought it would be appropriate if I served my time here on Midgard to atone for my wrongdoings…” He brushed her hair from her face. Her soft body pressed against his own. This girl saved him. And he couldn’t be more grateful for her.

“Well, I’m glad that he decided that.” She rested her head on his chest. He nodded in agreement, dropping his head to rest on hers. “Hey, Loki?”

“Hmm?”

“Just hold me.”  

“As you will never give up on me, petal, I will never let go of you.”

sorry, did you say,

“toxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wanted”?

…

Stargazing Loki wakes you up for some mid-morning sky-watching.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, fluff and more fluff.

Word Count: 912

iMessage

01:35

Are you awake my sweet?

Y/N?

01:39

loki. it’s 1 in the morning

Come outside. In the back

Come and look at the sky with me

no ?? frogs ??? it’s wet outside

01:42

Oh come on.

i’m ASLEEP

Do you want me to come and get you? I’ll bring you myself

i am not going outside

why are you outside ??

The sky. It’s stunning tonight

is it

well. have fun. going back to sleep

Read 01:46

I’m coming to get you

“Y/N?” Loki poked your arm with a finger.

“I’m asleep.”

“Oh, come now.”

“It’s cold and wet outside and i’m cold and tired and sleepy.”

“You can take my jacket; I know you like to wear this one.”

“Can we do it another time?” You rolled onto your back, the pull of one too many bundled blankets shying you away from the unforgiving cold.

Loki knelt next to you while his chin sat on the weaving of his fingers. He stuck out his bottom lip into a pout at your words — he’d hoped to share the splendor of watching the night sky.

“I’ll just fetch the blanket from outside then,” He breathed out faintly.

Loki stood up and allowed the quiet creaking of the floor underneath him to announce his leave.

Before he could take off, you called out to him.

You hesitated before speaking, but ultimately decided it wouldn’t hurt to spend time with Loki, even if it meant freezing your ass off in the dead of the night.

“I’ll go with you.”

A playful grin pulled at his lips as he clasped his hands together. You were still groggy from being woken up so suddenly, but you withdrew yourself from your desired slumber.

“I do want your hoodie, though.”

“Of course,” Loki grinned.

The hoodie was entirely too big for your frame as the ends came to a stop just in the middle of your thighs. You didn’t care at all what you looked like though, as you only yearned for warmth. In an effort to retrieve your desires, you cuddled into Loki’s side but you were quickly reminded of his icy nature.

Defeated, you settled on tightening a thick grey blanket around your body as you both strolled to the backyard of the building.

“I was laying in the grass here,” he waved over a crumpled up blanket that was damp from a recent light rain, “but if you prefer it, we can sit on the porch. Either’s fine with me.”

You wandered over quietly to the swinging garden chair on the patio, pulling your legs into your body for warmth.

Loki found solace next to you, bringing your legs to linger over his lap. A cold hand rested on your knee and Loki traced semi-circles into the fabric of your—his—sweatpants.

“Now, if you look here—” he pointed at a cluster of stars above you both, outlining a map of the sky with the nibs of his digits.

“Is that your home?” He smiled down at you and nodded.

“Do you ever miss it?” You rest your head back on the wooden arm and let your eyes come to a close, waiting patiently for his response.

“God — I don’t know actually. I do find consolation in being here with you, though.”

You chuckled as you felt a familiar warmth spread in your stomach. Loki continued to speak, and you listened as he rambled about the different realms and his adventures, opening up to you about his honest experiences back in Asgard.

At some point you opened your eyes and they took their rest upon Loki’s dimly lit and relaxed figure. You had always admired the way he spoke with such eloquence; every sentence flowed with ease and every word was chosen carefully and intentionally.

There was a gentle wind that came and went, pulling along his dark curls that he’d neglected for the night. The wind came to a quick halt and forced Loki’s curls to sit on the shoulders of his white t-shirt, the ends coiling themselves into loose ringlets.

The way Loki carried himself was unreal, always a prominent figure and an anatomy of importance, even in the most forgettable settings.

Watching him made you understand him, and while the stars danced in his eyes as he spoke uninterrupted and vigorously, you soon realized you’d been blessed with the presence of your own carefully crafted celestial being.

The wind picked back up for a moment and you pulled your blanket closer to your body, throwing up the hood on Loki’s deep green jacket that you latched onto. It shielded your head from the cold while enveloping you in his airy scent that was engraved into the fabric. The feeling welcomed you into a sensation that you’d remember for as long as you were alive.

You both sat in silence for a while, the beings of the night piercing the quiet around you.

You took in how Loki’s features worked and agreed with each other, accompanying his words that expanded your very own perspective and increased the never-ending love you held for him.

Even though being outside at one in the morning was the last thing you wanted tonight, you were made grateful of being one of the few to witness the unseen magic that Loki possessed.

He was heavenly. Celestial. A cluster of untouched stars and galaxies that burned together, in unison, and waited patiently for discovery.

© vincentstrange, 2022

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

Loki - Please

Warnings: Torture (not graphic), angst

Word count: 2110

Other: You are Loki's wife of many centuries. Inspired by a picture I found on Pinterest.

"Please! Take me, not her! Please, I beg you! She won't survive!" Loki rammed his whole body to the wall with pure desperation as the guards hauled you away yet again. It was the third time this week, and it was really taking a toll on you as well as Loki. It killed him on the inside to hear your screams but not be able to help you. There was also another reason he prayed that they would stop. You were pregnant, and even if it didn't show yet, the blood loss and shock might cause a miscarriage.

Loki had tried everything to make the guards take him instead of you. He had tried insulting and bribery and threatening and pleading but none worked. Every time he asked why they did this, they gave the same answer.

"King's orders." The same man that he had once called father was now torturing his wife. Anger and desperation fought inside Loki, but he couldn't do anything, he could just listen to your screams and pleas.

After what felt like forever, Loki had dislocated his shoulder trying to break out, and you were brought back. The guards had to half carry you, you were so weak that you could barely stand. They shoved you inside the cell next to Loki's and left the dungeons after glancing at Loki, who was holding his bloody and wrung shoulder. You had sunken down next to the wall that was closest to Loki, and he hurried to you and sunk down to see you. Your cheeks were covered in tears but you were breathing steadily.

"My dearest?" Loki called you, and you lifted your head tiredly to look at him. As he met your gaze and noticed the shiver you did every time you had to move, his own tears got free. He placed his hand on the wall, and you placed yours opposite of his. This was the closest you got to a touch, as it seemed that Odin enjoyed torturing the two of you, locking you up next to each other but not being able to physically touch.

"Don't cry, love. We will get through this." You promised him in a quiet voice, and a shiver ran down Loki's back as he realized how weak it was.

"I'll get you out of here. I promise." He whispered to you.

"I don't care who I have to beg from, I will get you out." He promised and meant every word. He hoped that his brother would help him, even after the attack on New York.

At that moment, the doors opened and Thor walked in with a young healer woman and gestured quietly at your cell. Loki tensed but relaxed soon as he saw the woman signed to you and you answered weakly and then she started to tend to your wounds. The healer, Anastasia, had been born deaf but you had always fought for her right to get to act as a hearer and after years of persistent work from both her and you, she became one of the best ones, much to Odin's dismay.

"Brother," Thor spoke to Loki, who slowly moved his gaze from you to the taller man.

"We need to get her out of here." Thor's words caught Loki by surprise as he was ready to beg him to smuggle you out.

"Why would you help her? You are the one that brought her here, remember?" Loki was suspicious, and Thor's eyes got a sad twinge.

"Trust me, I would have never brought her here if I had known that this is the treatment she would receive. And I can't let my niece or nephew die." Loki's head shot up to see the gentle look in his brother's eyes.

"Yes, I know about her pregnancy. We have to get her out of here soon. Tomorrow night, be ready to run. Get as much rest as you can. I will assign so many guards to the north border so they don't have the resources to torture her again." Loki shivered at the casual tone Thor was using but didn't say anything.

- - - -

The whole day went by in a flash, and soon it was night and Thor sneaked down after giving the other prisoners some sleeping draught so they wouldn't be able to tell who did this. You were still weak from the weeks of malnourishment and torture, and you could barely stand up so Thor had to help you out of the cell. He opened Loki's who stepped forward and gently cupped your face. Even in your weakened state, you were just as beautiful as the day he had met you.

"My dearest." He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't get words out as you were too happy to finally be with him again.

Your happiness was short lived as Loki gently pushed you back into Thor's chest after one last kiss and he kicked the wall to activate the door again.

"Loki! What are you doing?" Thor questioned, but Loki just shook his head and gestured to the door with a hasty wave.

"Take her and go. It will be easier for you to get out if it's just the two of you." Thor seemed to hesitate and you leaned into the wall that yet again separated the two of you.

"Love." You begged, but Loki took a step back even if he felt like his heart was torn into shreds.

"Go!" He commanded Thor, who gently picked you up and carried you away while you tried your best to get back to your husband, crying for Thor to let you go.

Thor sprinted across the city, hiding in the shadows of the palace and he carried you to the Bifrost. It was clear that Heimdall had been waiting for you, because as soon as the two of you arrived at the bridge, he and Thor exchanged a few, quick words before Heimdall sent you away. That was the moment you blacked out and Thor felt his heart jump as he hoped it was not too late for you or the baby.

The Avengers living in the tower were surprised, to say the least, as Thor turned up to their doorstep with an unconscious woman on his arms, almost frantic that she needed to be saved. He refused to answer any questions.

"I'll answer your questions after you have helped her." Was all he said until she was wheeled off on a gurney. Bruce had started to work on her with other doctors, and the other's were looking at Thor expectingly as he paced back and forth in the waiting room.

"Ah, yes. Answers. I think I promised those." Thor muttered and turned to the team.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, fearing that they would refuse to have you there as soon as they heard who you were. And yet, the first question was the one he feared the most and it came from Tony.

"Who is she, Thor?" Before answering, Thor took a deep breath and hoped that they would understand and listen to everything he had to say.

"She is Loki's wife. Before you say anything, I just want you to know that she was tortured multiple times a week and I just couldn't watch her or my brother to suffer any longer. And I could't let my nephew or niece to die." There was a silence that was broken by Steve.

"I think you did the right thing." This earned him a few glances that read that "are you out of your mind?!" but he ignored them. He turned to them.

"Even if the child is Loki's, the baby is still innocent and I believe she is too. We can't turn them away now. What kind of heroes would we be then?" The team shared a glance and that was all it took. No words needed. You would stay there.

- - - -

It had been almost a year since you had gotten back, and even if the scars on your body never disappeared, you healed and got your strength back relatively fast to give birth to a healthy baby girl. She had your eyes but Loki's black hair and magic. The whole team soon got over the fact that you were Loki's wife, and Clint often joked about how did Loki get so patient and kind wife and a well-behaved kid. Popetina (your daughter) did still have a little bit of mischief in her blood.

"What did you expect, she is Loki's daughter after all?" Natasha, who you had gotten close to and who had been named Popetina's godmother had asked Tony when he had found all of his suits colored bright green and gold.

You loved your new home and your daughter, but you still missed Loki. Every. Single. Day. Nat tried helping you to get your mind off of it and it worked for a while but he never truly left your mind. Thor was rarely there, so you didn't have any way of knowing if he was alright or even alive. Thor had, however, managed to smuggle the photo album to you, filled with pictures of you and Loki. Popetina (your daughter) could now tell Loki out of a picture and would scream "Dada! Dada!" every time his photo was in her line of sight.

One normal day, you were putting Popetina down on her nap in your room when there was a mysterious green smoke in the living room, followed by a flash of light. There stood the brothers, and Loki was struggling to support Thor, who had a huge bleeding gash on his side.

"Hello." Loki greeted with a tone that was meant to be casual but there was a clear nervous undertone. Steve and Bucky helped Thor to the medbay when the rest of the team stayed and leered at Loki, who stood clearly nervous and bothered in the middle. Natasha sneaked off, realizing that their old squabble could wait after you had met him. She knew how much it tore you apart.

You were expecting it to be your favorite food or something like that after Natasha had dragged you to the living room for a surprise. You would have guessed what it really was as you entered the room. Your hands flew to your mouth and an audible gasp left your lips as you saw him standing in the middle of the room. All heads turned to you, and as your eyes met, your first tear ran down your cheek. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to scream and yell at him for staying behind but you also wanted to sob into his neck as he held you tight. Loki decided for the both of you as he stepped to you with a few long strides and pulled you to his chest tightly. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and sobbed, squeezing him tightly as you feared he might disappear any minute. Nat ushered everyone out so the two of you could be alone and you were thankful for that.

You lifted your head from his neck and studied his face and inhaled his scent. It was just as good as you remembered it to be and his eyes were just as green as they always were. Loki on the other hand just stared at you, not completely sure that if this was a dream. You were there and you were alright. He slid his hands to your waist and pulled you closer as he placed his lips gently on yours. The kiss was long and sweet, and you didn't want it to end as you feared he might disappear when it did. When the kiss ended and he was still there, you pulled back and grabbed his hand.

“Come. There is someone I want you to meet." Loki's pulse quickened at your words, and he couldn't speak as he saw the little girl sleeping in her bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he wished he would stay there forever. The moment was perfect. He was sure nothing could top it until he heard the one word that turned his entire world upside down. And he didn't complain one bit as he had everything he had ever wanted and more.

These are old. Please don’t judge.

Literally crumbling into a thousand pieces brb

The Power of Pie - GN One shot

Summary: Another belated Christmas story. You host for the holidays as Pepper's sibling and Loki can't help but be enchanted by you.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: 3.3k

It was Christmas day, and the Avengers were spending it at your home, Y/N Potts, the not so infamous, ever ordinary younger sibling of the much more unordinary Pepper Potts. Long before Pepper even met Tony, you had called dibs on the holiday. Out of all the holidays during the year, Christmas was your favorite, and even though you did not have a mansion or anything fancy – you simply loved hosting all your loved ones, feeding them, and seeing their smiles. Now those loved ones included the Avengers. It certainly made the holiday that much more interesting.

For some of the Avengers it was their first year joining you at your home. After numerous threats from Pepper for everyone ‘to be on their best behavior’, the whole Avengers team was piled into your quaint home just outside of New York City. While your home held that line between small and ‘not so small’, everything was cozy and decorated for the holiday. It was obvious you were obsessed with Christmas; every room was decorated from floor to ceiling. Again, you rode the line between Christmas Chic and ‘Christmas projectile vomited everywhere’. It was perfect, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

This year was the first year for the Asgardian brothers. Honestly, it was their first actual Christmas on ‘Midgard’ or Earth to everyone else. They stepped into your home and looked around, eyes wide with wonder as they took in all the beauty that was your home. Little Christmas details were everywhere, sparkling lights were hung with care, and you had one of the largest Christmas trees they had ever seen – it almost rivaled Starks back at the Tower. As soon as the crew stepped in, you barreled face first into your role as host. Grabbing and hanging up everyone’s coats, you ushered them into your charming kitchen and offered them hors d'oeuvres to snack on while the rest of the dinner was cooking. You had insisted that you make the whole meal yourself, being well aware of the crazy appetite of most of the Avengers. Cooking, especially cooking for others, was your passion and as they say: food is love!

“Everything smells heavenly, Y/N.” Thor grinned, popping some bruschetta into his mouth. And it was true, your home smelled amazing. There, on your kitchen island, laid a smorgasbord of appetizers that had the team wondering what the main course would consist of. Next to the bruschetta were smoked salmon crisps, Greek salad skewers, devilled eggs, squash blossoms, various cut vegetables alongside artisanal breads and a plethora of dips and sauces to choose from.

Loki looked at the vast spread in front of him with wonder. He wasn’t as familiar with Midgardian food as Thor was, but he was never opposed to trying something new. After careful examination, he took a bit of the squash blossoms and he had to stifle a moan, your cooking was that amazing.

“Thank you so much, Thor! But don’t fill up on the appetizers. There is much more coming.” Your words interrupted Loki’s mouthgasm and pulled his attention directly to you. You were flitting around the kitchen, checking on various dishes that were in different pots and pans, and paying special attention to a turkey you diligently basted. Closing the oven back up, you slung the kitchen towel you were using over your shoulder and wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. Frankly, you were a disheveled mess, but Loki couldn’t help but admire you. Clearly, you were in your element and the happiness that radiated through you flowed freely through the room and smacked Loki right in the heart. There was something so familiar about you, about your aura.

“They remind you of Mother, do they not?” Thor pulled Loki from his lingering stare with a not so careful jab of his elbow into his younger brother’s side. Loki growled in response, not verbally responding, but the thought intrigued him. He watched you carefully, while trying not to be too obvious, as you played host. Your fluid movements and ability to handle anything and everything clearly made you some sort of witch, but it was your heart that peaked his interest the most. Even while conducting the orchestra that was your kitchen, you still engaged in meaningful conversation with every person in the room. You paid special attention to each person, picking up on the smallest of details and sharing your mutual enthusiasm for the passions they shared and paid humble homage to the complicated mess that was their lives as an Avenger.

You even conversed with Loki, which came as a great surprise to him, as he was only brought along by the graciousness and persistence of Thor. Tony had wanted to leave Loki back at the Tower, but ultimately thought keeping an eye on him was the better move.

“Usually, I like to try and figure out my guests’ favorite dishes, but unfortunately I don’t know that much about Asgardian cuisines.” You gave Loki an apologetic look, offering yet another plate of hors d'oeuvres; this time it was sweet potato crostini with prosciutto honey roasted figs. Again, after careful examination, he took a bite, and it was as if his mouth was his own personal Valhalla. He let out a contented groan and you couldn’t help but grin and laugh, clearly satisfied with your work and his reaction.

“That doesn’t matter as long as you cook like this,” The young prince said, licking his fingertips. Your quick glance to his lips was not missed by him. “Clearly, you are talented when it comes to cooking.”

The casual compliment seemed to fluster you a bit, a rosy hue now gracing your cheeks. But thankfully, you quickly recovered, and then started a compelling conversation with the God of Mischief. You had asked him about his holidays back on Asgard, his hobbies, and interests. Everything was very lighthearted, and he adored your attention after being the black sheep for so long. You never asked about any of his crimes or questionable past. He was just another guest, but apparently one you took particular interest in as you chatted with him way longer than your other guests. All the while, you gracefully maneuvered around the kitchen with perfect precision and perfect timing as you brought dish after dish out for the main course. Yes, truly you were a witch.

But one thing the God noticed was how no one had offered to help you. Clearly, you had everything under control and could do so with one hand behind your back, but if there was one thing his dear mother Frigga had taught him was to be polite in other’s homes.

“Darling, can I help you in some way?” Instant whiplash! You turned your head around to face Loki so fast; you were sure your neck would be sore in the morning. Normally, there wouldn’t be any offers of help as you ran around the kitchen in your own personal episode of Iron Chef. You might look like a pro, but mostly you felt like a chicken with its head cut off, so the offer came as a relief to you.

“Yes,” You let out a long-exhausted sigh, you didn’t realize you were holding in. “I hear you’re good with knives. Is that right?”

“So, I have been told.” He replied with his wide signature grin. There goes your head and your heart, getting flustered again.

“Heh, well, if you don’t mind,” You turned your head away from him slightly, trying to hide your growing blush, but his eyes just followed you. Still, he grinned. “The turkey is done, and everything is pretty much ready to be served. Would you mind carving the turkey?”

“It would be my pleasure.” His face softened a bit, glad that you were actually accepting his help. He had feared that you would reject his offer. In a moment, he was by your side with a flourish of green and his seidr, a set of long Asgardian daggers appeared in his hands. He flipped them with ease and you oo’d and ahh’d at his tricks and Loki soaked up your attention like a dry sponge.

“Well, that’s handy,” You giggled, and immediately Loki decided he loved the melody of your laugh, “But, if you are accepting this task, my dear prince, I have one more I must insist on.”

Now, it was the God’s turn to blush at your possessive term of endearment. Much to his surprise, he liked being called your prince.

“And what is that my dear?” He leaned forward, creeping closer to your face. You too, leaned forward, your faces only inches apart. Lost for a moment in each other’s eyes, before a cheeky grin took over your face and you presented a classic red Santa hat to your turkey savior.

“I must insist you wear this! It’s tradition after all.” For a moment, Loki hesitated. All eyes were on the two of you now and he did not want to look like a fool in front of the Avengers. They already tease him endlessly. But, when you looked at him with big pleading eyes, he couldn’t say no. So, he donned the hat and flashed a smile in your direction.

“How do I look?” He asked, his face starting to flush red again like the hat that sat on top of his long black locks.

“Handsome.” You said simply, before patting his arm and grabbing a dish to bring to the dining room table. Now, with a puffed-out chest filled with pride at your compliment, he went to work with expert precision on the roasted bird before him. It wasn’t long until the turkey was fully carved, the table was filled with incredible dishes, and everyone was sitting and enjoying. Conversation flowed easily between everyone, between heroes and former foes alike, all thanks to the power of your amazing cooking and the holidays. Laughter and groans of contentment with each bite filled the room and it made your heart soar with pride.

“Everything is absolutely incredible!” Thor boomed, taking one last swig of his drink, and promptly smashing the cup on the ground with a proclamation of “Another!”

Loki grinned at his brother, clearly consumed with joy from the conversation and alcohol and followed suit. His cup soon joined Thor’s on the ground with a loud crash.

“Yes! Another!! Everything is so delicious.” The two brothers smirked and cackled and gave each other boisterous high fives as they celebrated their meal.

Meanwhile, the rest of the table sat in stunned silence. The Asgardian tradition was not new to the Avenger’s team by any means, but it was the first Christmas the brothers attended in your household. They had no idea they had destroyed not only the finest china you probably own, but also priceless family heirlooms that have been handed down for generations. Everyone has heard the story of how the fine china was ‘from the old country’ and has been passed down from your great, great, great grandmother down through your family and now onto you; a torch you loved to bare as you hoped to pass it on down to your children and beyond too.

After their princes’ laughter died down, they soon realized that everyone was staring at them. All except Tony Stark who was pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, clearly exasperated by the guests he brought into your home. It was Pepper that finally spoke up.

“That china was passed down for generations on our family! How could you do that?!” She yelled. The two brothers looked at each other, now stunned themselves at their grave error. With a slow turn of his head, Loki looked towards you, cringing at his mistake. You stared back at him, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes before slowly standing up and grabbing a broom and dustpan. Without a word, you swept up the mess and left the dining room leaving everyone in a heavy, uncomfortable silence.

Loki heart sat thick in his throat and for a few moments, he sat in the discomfort of the room. Then, without another thought, he jumped up from his chair and followed you into the kitchen. Just as you were about to dump the shards of glass into the trash, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. You shot him a glare that sent shivers down his spine.

“Please, wait. I am sorry.” Loki’s eyes were wide and pleading and despite your anger, you listened to him. He let out a huffy, thankful laugh as he reached and took the dustpan from your hands. With a wave of his own hands, and a swirl his of his green seidr, the shards of glass started to melt and mend back together until the two glasses were like new again. You stood, staring in wonder, as this all played out in front of your very eyes.

“Again, I am so sorry, and I apologize for my oafish brother as well. Blame our cultural differences, but we truly meant no offense. Please forgive us…. forgive me?” He spoke his words softly, carefully, as he gently placed the two glasses into your hands. His calloused hands engulfed yours as his thumbs tenderly stroked your skin. You hummed thoughtfully for a moment, considering his offer before a smirk crossed your face.

“I guess I can forgive you this one time, my dear prince.” Immediately, Loki flushed yet again at your liberal use of possessive nicknames. He just met you, but he loved it more each time you had said it.

“Hm, right. Right – thanks, thank you!” He stammered, silent cursing to himself for losing his silvertongue around this enchanting mortal. Without another word, you grabbed his hand with one of yours and the two glasses in the other and lead him back to the dining room. You were greeted with whoops and hollers as you held up the now fixed glasses in the air. Putting the glasses back down on the table, you turned to the prince next to you and gave him a round of applause. Gradually, with your encouragement, everyone joined you in praising your new hero. If the young prince was flushed before, he was definitely red now.

The incident seemed to pass on from everyone’s minds from that moment, and dinner concluded without any further issues. Conversation resumed, and Loki was thankful for your sweet looks of reassurance from across the table. He had feared everyone would forgive Thor for the mistake as the team’s Golden boy, but Loki was still redeeming himself as a former villain. You changed the narrative and made him the hero without question, despite the fact he had initially caused the problem. The gesture was small, but it meant the world to him.

After everyone’s bellies were full, it was time for gifts. Everyone gathered around your giant Christmas tree that was perfectly placed in the front of your comfy living room. Your heart swelled when Loki again volunteered to help you by managing the fireplace, after you explained how Christmas is not the same without a warm and cozy fire. He stacked the wood and lit the fire like a true expert, until he leaned back, hands on his hip and proud of his work. You admired him from across the room as you handed out everyone’s gifts. It was nice having someone help you with hosting after doing it on your own for so long. Granted, you loved it, but there was something sweet, romantic, and surprisingly domestic about doing these things with someone else. Let alone someone as handsome as the God of Mischief.

Eventually, your feet carried you over to him with a small gift in your hands. You had made sure to do your research on each of your guests and get a personal gift for each of them. Loki was no exception. The look on his face was priceless as he turned from the flames within the fireplace to you and your gift. He searched your face for any signs of trickery, years of mistrust fueling him. But when he didn’t find any malice or ill intent in your eyes, only hopefulness, he took the gift from your grasp and started to open it.

“I heard you liked to read, so I thought you might like this. Hope it is alright! I won’t be offended if you don’t like it.” Loki’s eyes flitted from the gift to you, until he unwrapped a collection of works by William Shakespeare. He flipped the book over, back and forth, before he finally locked onto your eyes. You, a mere mortal who likely only knew of his past, went out of your way to give him a special and thoughtful gift. The trickster’s emotions threatened to overwhelm his as his eyes turned glassy.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” He simply said. You only reflected happiness back at him before reaching forward, gently caressing his cheek with your soft hand. Again, your actions were so simple, but they were so impactful. Loki found himself unintentionally leaning into your touch and then following it with his cheek when you parted from him. A giggle bubbled from you as you watched the tall God turn into putty in your hands. Sheepishly, Loki bit his bottom lip as his craving for your touch was clearly found out by you. But you didn’t say anything and instead patted his shoulder and carried on with passing out the gifts.

Loki watched you like a hawk from his spot by the fire, taking his job as ‘fire manager’ very seriously. Again, you went from task to task, person to person, as you passed out gifts and desserts and made sure everyone had what they needed to feel happy and cozy. Every action was thoughtful and selfless, and the young god was captivated by you. He had never met anyone like you before and here you are, accepting him and the rest of the crazy bunch that was called the Avengers in your home with nothing but grace and unconditional love.

By the end of the evening, most of the crew was passed out in various chairs around the living room; everyone except you and Loki who still sat by the fire, munching on a shared piece of pie. Again, the groans that left Loki was borderline unholy as he ate your deliciously sweet treat. You could only blush and chuckle in response. Every groan was considered a compliment to you.

“This is positively amazing. Everything you make is incredible, truly.” He confessed to you with earnest. Giggling again, you could only continue to thank him for his relentless compliments and munch away.

“So, do you do this often?” His question pulled you from the dessert in front of you.

“What do you mean?”

“Take care of everyone around you?” He asked simply and sincerely, before taking another bite. Still, his icy blue eyes remained locked on you. For a moment, his directness took you aback, but you only shrugged and broke away from his intense gaze.

“I guess so.”

“And who takes care of you?” That snapped your eyes right back to his. Now, you were truly stunned and wasn’t sure what to say. You thought about all the previous years, all the times you hosted and took care of the family no matter what happened. It became apparent to you that you were handling this all on your own, but it didn’t matter to you. You just simply found joy in helping and caring for others. You didn’t expect anything in return.

“Well, that’s not why I do it. I just like taking care of the people who I care about.” You took another bite of pie, giving Loki a sly wink as the utensil lingered in your mouth. It seemed to fluster him for a moment, and you silently rejoiced at rattling the handsome God.

“That’s not what I mean. I didn’t mean a ‘tit for tat’ type of situation. It is obvious you are truly a caring and pure person, but you deserve to be cared for too.” Now, it was your turn to be flustered. His eyes held nothing, but pure adoration for you and words struggle to form as your heart thudded away in your chest.

“Thank you,” Was all that you could meekly say, your cheeks turning rosy not only from the warmth of the fire.

And it was in that moment, sitting in front of the dancing flames in your quaint home, sharing a piece of pie you made with pure love, that the God of Mischief knew he hopelessly fell for a sweet, selfless mortal.

You.

Could you please write a smut scenario with Loki x fem!reader where the relationship is kept secret and you would need to be silent cause the avengers are sitting next room? <3

Your pathetic noises, Loki Laufeyson

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: Kitchen sex with Loki, what more can I say?

Word count: 507

Contains: smut. quicky. unprotected sex.

Notes: idk how I’m writing so many blurbs for filthy friday. Who am I??

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You’re unsure of how you ended up in this situation. Hips digging into the edge of the counter as Loki’s hips rub against your ass. His voice barely a whisper in your ear.

“You can be quiet for me, can’t you?” His words send a shiver down your spine as you push your ass back against him. You nod your head quickly. Wasting no time, he begins to undo your jeans, sliding them to your knees, quickly joined by your underwear. You lean forward, your elbows rest on the cool kitchen counter as you wiggle your ass at him.

A low groan emits from his chest as his hand comes down to grope you before he focus’ on undo his own slacks. Tugging them down just enough to free his already hard cock, he positions himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He rests his head on your shoulder for a moment to muffle the noise that dares to escape him.

Time is short and the rest of the team being in the other room doesn’t help. You can hear them laughing and talking about whatever show they’re watching but all you can focus on is the feeling of Loki’s cock starting to drag in and out of you so slowly. Splitting you open and already making the heat in your stomach grow.

You bury your face in your hands, trying so hard to be as quiet as possible. On the other side of the kitchen door is far too many people with enhanced senses and hearing and the last thing you need is to scar them for life.

“As much as I love your pathetic noises, you need to be quiet.” The harshness or his words and the feeling of his hot breath on your ear has you weak in the knees. You feel yourself getting closer to your end but this isn’t enough to push you over.

“Please, please speed up.” You’re sure you didn’t actually say it, barely hearing your own words but Loki did. He stands back up, his hands find purchase on your hips before he gives in to your request. The pace he sets is brutal. The tip of his cock incessantly nudges that spot inside you that sends you hurdling towards your end.

His hands clamps over your mouth as your walls flutter around him. A white heat tears through your body as you softly moan into his hand. Your orgasm send Loki head first into his. Coating your walls with his cum, his forehead rests between your shoulder blades as he comes down from his high.

Your thighs shake as your body relaxes against the counter, face pressed flat as your head rests to the side. The cold of the counter is a welcome feeling against the heat of your forehead and cheek.

Fixing your clothes, you both return to the lounge room and continue watching whatever was on the tv. Bucky leans over to you, whispering in your ear.

“You two aren’t as quiet as you think.”

AHHHHHH

Dad, Don't Kill Him ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ this is from the pregnancy prompt list. if you want to see me write a fic from this prompt list, let me know! :) sorry for any mistakes!

➳ a/n: AHHHHH this one has my heart 😭💗

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Stark!Reader

➳ summary: As the daughter of Tony Stark, when you find out you and Loki are pregnant, you can only hope that your dad takes the news well. And doesn't try to murder Loki.

➳ warnings: talks of pregnancy, if that triggers you. other than that, just pure fluff! 💗

➳ prompts: “I already know this kid’s gonna be the luckiest kid in the world. They’ve got you as a mom/dad/parent/aunt/uncle/etc.”

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“Darling, it’s going to be fine,” Loki said as the two of you walked toward the front door of the lakeside cabin he lived in. In your pocket were the ultrasound pictures of the baby you weren’t expecting to conceive this soon, and it was all still so surreal to know that you and Loki were going to be parents.

You recalled the rocky past that Loki and your father, Tony Stark, shared. Everything went downhill during the 2012 New York attack, but when Loki redeemed himself, you found yourself falling head over heels in love with him -- and there was nothing Tony could do about it. Although he had tried to argue with you about the consequences of falling for someone of Loki’s kind, his heart ultimately softened when he saw how happy Loki made you, and how he treated you.

When the two of you were married, Tony promised Loki that if something happened to you, he would ensure no one could ever find him again. And Loki knew it wasn’t just a promise. It was a promised threat.

Loki wrapped his hand around your back. “I’m just… Worried, you know? Our engagement through Dad for a loop, even though we had been dating for two years prior… He’s just… Loki, he’s Tony Stark. He’s as intimidating as he is cocky.”

“But not toward his little girl,” Loki reminded you with a softened smile. “Darling, excluding myself, you are giving him his first grandchild. He’s going to be elated… He may try to kill me for impregnating his daughter, but he should’ve known that was coming. If only he knew how you acted when he wasn’t around. You’re certainly not a saint.”

“Loki!” You groaned, realizing he was trying to alleviate the situation. Loki mustered a grin and kissed the side of your cheek as you grabbed the doorknob. Pushing your way inside, you saw your father come down the stairs.

“Hey, kid!” He smiled widely before it dropped. “...Reindeer Games,” Tony added once he registered Loki until he half-smiled.

“Stark,” Loki laughed.

Tony walked over and engulfed you in a hug before he shook Loki’s hand. “What brings you by? I wasn’t expecting to see you until the weekend,” He said, walking into the kitchen. You followed closely behind, seeing as your father plucked a grape from the bunch on the counter and popped it into his mouth.

You smiled to yourself. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you,” You whispered.

Tony’s eyebrows lifted. “If it’s to tell me you and Reindeer Games are expecting,” He said, and that’s when your smile dropped. Tony looked up at you, seeing how your face fell. He glanced between you and Loki who rubbed the small of your back.

“Y/N?” He called your name. “Are you serious?” He asked.

Hesitantly, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the ultrasound pictures. Handing them over to him, Tony glanced between you and your extended hand.

“Twinkle Toes, you got my daughter pregnant?” Tony asked as he accepted the pictures. He flipped them open and your heart pounded violently in your chest as his eyes observed the tiny baby in the black and white photograph.

“Tony,” Loki laughed.

Tony’s brown orbs pooled as he ran his fingers over the images. You sucked in a shaky breath as you waited for his reaction. He broke out into a grin. “I already knew, kid.” He said, not taking his eyes off the picture.

“H-How?” You breathed out.

Tony chuckled. “Your mother had the same glow about her when she was pregnant with you,” He said. Your eyes clouded with tears and Tony quickly wrapped his arms around your body. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” He kissed the top of your head. “But I’m gonna kill you,” He pointed at Loki.

You giggled as he released you to shake Loki’s hand. “Congratulations, Sparkles. But now that this baby is going to have Stark blood in them… I hope you can handle it.” He winked. “And if they come out blue, I want a refund.”

“DAD!” You squeaked, earning him to ruffle his hand through your hair, playfully messing it up.

Tony winked, kissing your temple. As you hugged him, you couldn’t help but start to cry. “I already know this kid’s gonna be the luckiest kid in the world. They’ve got you as a granddad.” You looked up at Tony whose brown eyes were brimming with tears.

He picked up the ultrasound pictures again, his breath catching.

“Stop, I hate for you to see me cry.” He laughed, wiping his eyes.

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him. “Thanks for not killing, Loki,” You whispered.

Tony peeked an eye open and stared at Loki who rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh, he’s not off the hook yet,” Tony announced with a laugh.

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Ultraviolence

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A/N: ….let’s pretend that I didn’t take a giant hiatus and not write for months on end…. K? K.

Bonsoir every1 !!! I’m so happy to be back writing and super excited to publish my first fic !! I’m going to attempt to post 1 chapter a week but will see how that goes lol. Anyways, I hope u enjoy my newest baby, ‘Ultraviolence” !!

Premise: Your a psychiatrist for the Avengers focusing on PTSD and trauma rehabilitation. When Thor’s estranged brother gets sentenced to live on earth till Odin sees fit, you find yourself attempting to help Loki.

Pairing: Loki x OC, (Nadezhda Novikov)

Warnings: none rlly for this chapter :)

(NOT PROOF READ)

Word count: 1.5k

Translations: none.

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Chapter 1 : The introduction

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"Mornin dez" Stark entered the compound's kitchen, immediately heading for the coffee pot as you drank out of your own cup.

"Good morning Anthony." You said irritatedly. Anthony always found a way to rub you the wrong way. No matter what is was, he always pissed you off. Maybe it was the whole big brother little sister relationship you two always had, or just both your sarcastic personalities bouncing off of each other.

"Dez !" Natasha, Your big sister, said running up to you with her wide, pearly, smile. You smiled giving her a big hug in return. One grumpy Yelena followed behind, snatching Anthony's fresh cup of coffee right out of his hand with a smile.

After escaping the red room, you dedicated your time to gaining your psychology degree and fighting crime with the fellow avengers. You had 'superpowers' yourself, probably the only reason you were an avenger in the first place. You acted as a team therapist, as well as specializing in trauma recovery. Today you began to help the dreaded assignment, or at least that's what everyone told you it would be like. You had never met Loki Laufeyson, but you were about to.

"You almost ready?" You snapped out of your trance, watching Fury walk through the door. Him, Anthony, Thor, and Bruce would be helping and supervising you throughout the project.

Loki had been commanded to stay on earth under the avengers custody until Odin, deemed it fit for him to return to his homeland. Thor visited daily, mostly coming back torqued after some argument they had.

"Mhm," you said, gulping the last bit of coffee you had left, grabbing your books, notepad, and pen.

As they all accompanied you down the eerily unoccupied hall; zero words were exchanged as you finally made it to the gods chambers.

Anthony pushed ahead of you all. After swiping a keycard, using his hand print, AND a retinal scan, the door let out a loud series of clicks. He quickly moved out of the way as Thor took lead, pushing the door open walking in unbothered. Anthony and fury followed, you being last in line. As you entered the room, Loki sat chained to an interrogation table. You sighed at the overprotective security. You had once been in his shoes, except instead of trying to take over a whole city you tried to assassinate the whole team.

This occurred right after you were freed from Dreykov's custody. You failed to believe your sisters were your sisters, and that the avengers had saved you. As you held your own sister cornered against the wall, she said your name. Not your number, not your code. She humanized you. For the first time in your life you heard your given name aloud.

"Does he really have to be chained to the table?" Your accent thick, shocking the man sitting across the table. Anthony rolled his eyes and laughed.

"While we're in here? Uh, yeah. When we leave do whatever floats your boat. Just remember I'm not cleaning up your bloody corpse." You rolled your eyes sitting at the seat already pulled out for you.

"Who's this?" Loki looked over at the three men. Anthony had already started to leave, done with the situation at hand.

"She's a—a friend, who wants to help you.." Thor stuttered out, clearly not good at coming up with something on the spot. Nick rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms impatiently.

Fury was hesitant to even entertain your idea of treating; or at least attempting to treat Laufeyson. He was a full case file waiting to be closed. Another relic in Shield's database.

"I've got it from here, I'll let you know when I want out." You laughed, ushering them along.

As the door clicked shut, you brought your hands out and allowed the magic to flow through your palms and to the cuffs.

"I'm letting you out. And remember these hands aren't just for unlocking cuffs." You smiled as he rolled his wrists, rubbing the faint lines they left with his opposite hand.

"So are you going to tell me what you are?" He snarked. You laughed under your breath, opening your note pad.

"I'm one of them, but I'm also a psychiatrist." You looked up from the yellow pages, staring right into his eyes. His face contorted through plenty emotions, before settling on one. Anger.

"I don't need a fucking psychiatrist." He spat through gritted teeth, anticipating you to be upset.

But you stayed content.

"No, but I'm sure I can help." You shrugged, continuing to remain eye contact. He rolled his eyes and stayed silent.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Your brows furrowed, keeping that contact as you clicked your pen.

"I have a feeling your going to ask them anyways." He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"Mhm!" You hummed enthusiastically, purely to piss him off.

"So, I have your file here, at least what we were able to obtain from your brother-"

"Adoptive, brother." He cut you off.

"Adoptive, brother," you sighed. "Is there anything you'd like to share before we go through your history?" Quite monotonously said.

"I'll correct you as we go." He replied slouching back in his seat.

After about an hour of back and forth about what Thor had said and Lokis take on it, you finally had your notepad full. But, you hadn't got to current events just yet. You could feel his knee bouncing faster and faster as you neared the present.

"If you wish to stop at anytime please tell me. The only way I can truly help you is if your honest with me, and trust me." You hadn't even bothered bringing Odin up; despite the fact he's the source of it all.

He rolled his eyes and sat upright.

"I don't need your pity." He sneered once more.

"What makes you think it's pity?" You cocked your head, putting your pen down.

"It's all anyone offers. Pity or hatred. Nothing more, nothing less."

"It's empathy, Loki. And to be fair the hatred is well deserved, you came into these peoples planet, their home, and tried to take over." You took a pause. "But it can be forgiven."

"Do you truly think I'm stupid enough to fall for the fake ideology that 'all can be forgiven?' I am a god you dull Midgardian. I cannot, and WILL not be forgiven for my actions, and I could give two shits if they did." Your eyes widened a bit at the speech, but without fail you had a comeback.

"No, not everyone will forgive you. That is impossible. And something all of us have to cope with. We are not perfect, god or human. And we also have to accept that. I think that's something we should work on; as well as this feeling that you don't deserve forgiveness." You said rather calmly for just being called a dull Midgardian.

He said nothing in response, concluding your session. As you took a peep at your watch realizing it had been about an hour, you flipped you notepad shut, and raised you hand to put his back in cuffs.

"Someone will escort you to your room in a few minutes. I look forward to working with you, Loki." You smiled at him. He frowned, more confused than anything.

As you made your way around stark tower, you arrived at the conference room you were supposed to meet at after the appointment.

"Agent Novikov," Fury greeted you. Anthony gave a nod and Thor gave a smile. A moment of silence passed as you settled into your office chair at the table, cracking open your notes.

"So, how'd it go with reindeer games?" Stark finally broke the silence. His hands intertwined, resting on the glass table top.

You sighed, briefly looking at your notes.

"I have reason to believe he has significant trauma, mostly surrounding his upbringing and parentage. As well as a suicide attempt, that led to his run in with Chitauri. Possibly anger issues, more or likely stemming from childhood. Other than that I've seen worse cases; he's not a lost cause." Your brows furrowed as you glanced over your notes quickly again.

"So, what's your course of action?" Fury questioned.

"Therapy, socialization, possibly medication? Not quite sure about that though; I do think he should be socialized with the team, treated as if he's not a threat. That would be good for him."

"Woah woah there, slow your roll, he is a threat. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to have him outside of his cage until we're sure he's improving." Stark intervened. You nodded in agreement.

"Of course. But as soon as I'm sure he's improving, I'd like to further discuss socialization with the team." You agreed, standing up with your note pad and pen clutched to your chest.

Thor gave you a thanks on your way out, as you made it back to the common room where Natasha was waiting for the news.

Imagine...Introducing Loki to Disney Films

Loki: Why are we doing this again?

You: Disney is and always will be a huge part of my life, Loki! Come on!

Loki: Fine. Only because I love you though.

You: *smiles as you drag him to your room*

~HOURS LATER~

You: *flopping back on the bed* That was awesome. Thanks for watching with me.

Loki: ...

You: *sitting up* Loki, are you okay?

Loki: *sniffs* Fine...

You: Loki, are you... crying? Did the Lion King really make you cry?

Loki: Of course not! I am a god! I would not...

You: *raises eyebrows*

Loki: You tell anyone, prepare to die.