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how sad is it, that i'm dancing alone? - ex!spy!loki x bibi

"you look...dead"

"it's 45 degrees outside, bibi."

loki rubs and opens his eyes to find a messy haired bibi, judging him over her glasses. he can vividly remember the day she got them, gushing over how she looked like a typical kid in their early teens. she's all grown up now, he has too, he has noticed.

he blinks his eyes to see her more clearly, only to find himself squinting at fine dust particles. he sighs, the heat still evident in the room, including her presence.

he monotonously checks his phone, just to leave everyone on seen, not even bothering to reply to even his closest friends. he doesn't want anything to do with them, they remind him of simpler times. times when he wasn't staring off into space, times when he had someone on his bad days, times when he had someone by his side.

his phone keeps notifying him with various notifications, calling him back to his old job. how could he, without his partner-in-crime by his side? he vowed he would never go back, find himself a better job to help the world in a better way. it would be easy for his superiors to replace his partner, it would be easy to keep up his walls around them, not let them even through the tiniest crack, just like how bibi did.

she didn't slip through the gaps, no, that's highly uncharacteristic of her. she crashed them down, making them hubris. pulling up a depressed and frankly unimpressed loki, she showed him that, how many every gloomy clouds in the sky, the sun would always shine through.

he memorized everything she said, she did. he could map the freckles and acne on her face, drawing them with a black marker on her face, proudly showing off his newly found constellations, much to the amusement of bibi.

loki never thought someone would love him the way she did. they met in an unfortunate place, fortunately fell in love. for whatever reason they met, they loved, they lived. loki never opened himself immediately to her, still, she chose to never let go. he always prayed that she would be happy, cherished the days she was by his side, silently wishing and hoping that he could do that forever.

wishing? a childish concept to him. hoping? equally so. but he wished and hoped this was a fever dream, that he would wake up with continuous pillow hits to his face, that when he opens his eyes, he would see his love standing in front of him, cheeky smile adorning her face.

for whatever reason he owes to the higher ups, he's glad that he met someone like her. that he had the chance of loving someone so wonderful. he's glad that she was there during his blissful and weary days. for whatever reason he hates the higher ups, he hates that she was taken away so quickly from him. he hates that it was in the same unfortunate place that he lost her. it happened so quickly, like how a bullet is released from it's grip from the gun.

memories of her play like a broken record, like the one bibi had bought from an antique shop, forcefully placing his hands on her waist, dancing to creaky old tunes the record crooned. he dances alone now, a drink in his calloused hand to keep him company, traces of her all over his place. he's back where he started now, alone.

a/n: tbh, would've preferred to write a dead loki, but i asked, @biancablack2474 said it would rather be her. she asked, i delivered. here's a fic dedicated to you, bibi !!! pls don't be a spy ahahah :P

Loki X OC

okay, so I’ve been reading a lot of fanfiction trying to cope up with the massacre (pun unintended) that was infinty war. so i was like, why not, lets try my hand at writing once. 

SUMMARY: set in the timeline of Avengers(2012), this is before Loki’s attack on new york. he is spending his days idling in shops, reading, while waiting for Erik Selvig to finish his calculations so the plans can be charted out. thats when he is suddenly approached by a young woman (OC or original character), who says, “I find your look very aesthetically pleasing so would you mind if I base the character of my book on you please?”

WORD COUNT: 1698 words churned out in a 1 am whirlpool of nonsensical ideas Im sorry

WARNINGS: none, really.

this is my first ever fanfic so if my facts or words are wrong and stupid please just gloss over my mistakes thanks

also tagging the awesome  @minnie-marvel because she was kind enough to agree to be tagged to my stories if i should ever write them, and promised to provide “constructive criticism”

and @loverofbumblebees just because she is the first person who spoke to me here (i hope im not troubling you with this im sorry if i am)

TITLE : AESTHETICALLY PLEASING MONSTER

Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice. The jet black hair set perfectly, cheekbones which stood out as if polished, and a shine in his light blue eyes when he turned the next page of the book- to her, he basically was calling out to people to notice him. Always in a full black suit, he merely sat in a corner of the coffee house, unnoticed by most. But she, she could never take her eyes off him.

Leah had only seen him for the second time, but he seemed to captivate her. Sure, his eyes were painted with dark circles, his cheeks somewhat had a hollow, ghostly tinge, and his eyes, they sometimes seem to shine with menace as he occasionally glanced out of the window to look at the word outside. Busy. Screaming. Chaos unleashed.

But these suited him. She didn’t know how to describe it.

Now sitting right in front of this man who ignored her very existence, she marveled at her own daring. Or in her case, stupidity. He merely turned the next page lazily, as Leah stared at him, almost willing him to make any form of conversation. Her hands clutched her bag tightly, her lips pursed in a thin line, and after twenty minutes of absolute silence, she decided to go for another bout of boldness.

“Hello, I’m Leah Black. The owner’s niece.” The man didn’t even bat an eyelash.

“Can you hear me, sir?” no response.

“EXCUSE ME?”

He looked up at her almost with annoyance, snapping the book shut. Leah regretted it immediately, as a few people sitting nearby turned to look at them. She knew she had forced the man to talk now, and it was not what she was really aiming for. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“I find your look very aesthetically pleasing so would you mind if I base the character of my book on you please?”

“What?” his eyebrows went up suspiciously.

She repeated what she said in a much slower pace, her voice almost apologetic. She was stuck. Dead end. Writers block. Call it what you would.  And here she seemed to have found the solution to her problems. A man who seemed to be exactly like Leah’s character?! What were the chances? And she wasn’t ready to miss this one.

“Please.” She said, after a few minutes of explanation. He looked at her in mild surprise, as if she was speaking nonsense, which, if Leah thought about it, was quite accurate at his part. “Just let me, you know, speak with you for a while. A few sketches.” She pointed towards her sketchbook. “Please you would really help me out.”

Loki looked at her, wondering if he should just ignore her again. He was merely waiting for Erik Selvig to complete his calculations, after which he could formulate a better plan for the portal. But now this mortal, with weird curly hair and glasses perched over her brown eyes approached him, asking if HE would model for a book?

He had ignored her, and she had nearly blown his cover; not that he cared for it, but Clint seemed to insist it was necessary.

Aesthetically pleasing. An aesthetically pleasing monster.

What stupidity. But maybe he had some time to indulge in some stupidity right now.

Leah was overjoyed when the man agreed. “You are awesome man, thanks!” she cried, as she shook hands with him, though he looked very unwilling. “So, what’s your name?”

“Lo-Luke.”

“Luke?”

He nodded. Her eyes passed over him again. Now that he was closer, she could see the small gold and green embroidery in his suit. Quite extravagant.

And so Leah spent the next hour talking to him. Other than the place where he was from and his family, he answered almost all the questions, the sarcasm and wit growing more and more evident with each passing minute. Leah kept repeating how much she appreciated his helping her, while he just waved her thanks off. But she could see he was only doing it so she would leave him alone.

This thought was solidified when she saw clear disgust on his face when she sat opposite to him the next day. “I’m sorry, but please put up with me.” She asked with a weak smile, and he sighed and nodded. This time around they spoke more about books, and surprisingly, at least in her opinion, Luke was more willing to converse today. He spoke about all the books he had read, some titles which she hadn’t ever heard of, and spoke with quite some passion. “After all, literature seems to be one of the few redeeming traits of humanity.” He finished grandly, and she silently agreed with him.

The next two days she merely sketched him, occasionally talking but mostly drawing. He read his book, the old one replaced with a new title, one of her own, upon his insistence; and once in a while, he looked up to see her deep in her own world.

Loki’s lips went up in a small smirk. This mortal interested him, he had to admit. He looked at her furiously at work, her pencil running over the pages of her battered sketchbook. Then he looked down to read the words she had written. They were well crafted, this woman had potential, but she could improve. She had all the scope. The fact that she wrote murder mystery seemed to please him somehow. He softly hummed the words ‘aesthetically pleasing monster’ under his breath. Words she would never hear.

The next day, Luke had forced Leah to show him her sketchbook. She wasn’t very willing, but so wasn’t he with her ‘little interviews’, so she felt it was the least she could abide by. She watched as her took in her sketches of him- a detailed portrait of him reading while leaning on the window, his face when he looked out of the glass, an occasional devilish smirk. She had also accentuated his hollow cheeks, polished bones, and dark circles under his eyes, and she really thought they made him look much more, um, not human. Almost ethereal in a sense.

She watched as he flipped over the pages with his face on it, turning them to see a cat sprawled on the railing outside, a young man holding the hand of his girlfriend, an old lady outside a flower shop, a mother with her baby held close, and some other faces she had drawn. His eyes lingered for a moment longer on the caricature of Tony Stark, the Iron Man. “You know him of course, he is on the news all the time these days.” Leah didn’t know why she felt like she had to give an explanation.

Luke merely nodded, and turned the page. He wasn’t all that talkative that day.

They spent a few more days talking, and Loki wondered, for how long would his charade go on? Why was he even doing this? He looked at the mortal. She had said her name was Leah. Leah Black. Leah Black who reached out to an aesthetically pleasing character in a coffee shop. An aesthetically pleasing monster. And a woman who could clearly see the anger and hurt he carried inside, but speak not of it in his presence; he could see it in her eyes that she understood somehow, though she could not gauge its depth. She knew her boundaries and respected his, and funnily enough it intrigued him.

Erik Selvig was finished. Tonight was the day they would plan the attack. Clint had specifically mentioned his needs. A target. And an eyeball.

Loki looked at her sitting across him, her attention to the sketchbook again. And he wondered. How long would this charade go on for? Would he miss this? Acting a part to keep up a cover he was once ready to blow to smithereens? He knew it was all a lie. She looked up to meet his eyes, and smiled. She carefully tore a page from the book and hand it to him.

“A ‘thank you’,” She said. “for putting up with me” Loki looked down to see himself, holding a gold rimmed book with an elaborate cover, in his black suit with intricate embroidery. A soft smile on his face and his eyes on the pages. He never would have thought he could smile like that. Maybe this woman had drawn a lie. But despite knowing her for only a week, he could tell, she was incapable of it.

Leah saw Luke look at her and smile for the first time, a smile directed entirely at her. She could feel her heart speed up and blood rush to her face. Looking anywhere except at his striking blue eyes, she beagn gathering her supplies.

“I won’t disturb you anymore. Thanks a lot once again Luke.”

Loki just sat there for a few moments, watching, and thinking. She quickly started to pack up her stuff, muttering about her new book, and how she hoped he would one day read it, and hopefully, give her ‘constructive criticism’. And just as she was about to leave, he did something even he couldn’t comprehend.

“Go away from this city.”

Leah stopped in her tracks, more surprised by the change in his tone than his words. “What?”

“Leave New York. It is not going to be safe here. Run away.”

“Just what sort of nonsense-“

“Just go.”

Leah looking at him, confused. What did he even mean by that?

“Luke? What-“

“It’s not Luke.”

It’s not Luke. He had lied about his name. “I’m sorry but I have to leave now.” Leah whispered, as she slung her bag over her shoulders and quickly walked towards the exit, her eyes on him the entire time.

Loki watched her leave, bewildered at his own words, unconsciously clutching the paper in his hands tighter.

It was only when she watched the news a few days later that Leah understood what he meant.

It was not Luke. It was Loki.

Though she still didn’t understand why the Avengers were standing at her doorstep.

also gonna share this here fuck it

FINALLY MY WIFI ALLOWS ME TO SHOW THIS.

version without silly text under cut.