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Hostage Situation Part 1

There are no spoilers from the Loki show this is my own little AU world where everything goes according to my wishes and everyone who I like is still alive and didn’t abandon their friends to go back in time and live with a lady from the 40s.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki finds and rescues the reader from “the kidnapper” After she has received medical attention, Loki and Natasha interview her in hopes learning something new about this assailant.

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, hospitals, blood, and wounds. Language. (I promise I only make one “Steve doesn't like that kind of language” joke)

“Suit up folks,” Steve shouted, putting on his helmet, “The kidnapper has sent out another alert. He has a victim. We are headed to the area in five.”

“Everyone who is in the range should be on their way as soon as possible.” Tony added, “Even you, twinkle toes.”

Loki frowned and rolled his eyes at the nickname Tony had given him. He had been working with the team for a while. He had truly gained their trust. They didn’t even have him in gear that could easily be used to restrain him if necessary. Although, this was only his second mission without having to wear cuffs that could be activated to form a magnetic hand restraint system. He did still have a tracker on him, he could never get where they wouldn’t be able to see him on the radar. But he was content to help them, it's better than being locked up in a prison wasting away.

The kidnapper had been terrorizing the New York area. He didn’t cause mass destruction. He didn’t try to take over, but he had been taking over the avengers time. He would take a single victim, maybe two, and make the avengers come and rescue them so that they wouldn't be killed or hurt. This was the seventh time he took a hostage. It was like he was playing a game, but the end goal was unknown. They couldn’t figure out why he was taking the victims.

It was cold, dark. (y/n)’s head ached. Her vision was blurry. The air was musty. There was a man in the room. Maybe a woman, they were pacing. Murmuring to themselves. (y/n) tried to focus on what they were saying. “Avengers… no good... attack” was all she heard before she blacked out again.

“I fucking hate this guy,” Natasha complained, “All we do is search buildings that fit his M.O.”

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of language, Tash.” Bucky joked over the headset.

“One time guys,” Steve said, “I did that once. The horse has been dead for years. The joke is literally older than I am.”

“Twinkle toes you’ve been awfully quiet, what's your status?” Tony asked.

“I am searching quadrant 3 buildings. Quiet so far.” Loki responded.

“Let us know if you--”

“I hear movement, I am investigating now. I'll let you know if we have anything.”

Loki made his way toward the noise. It sounded like groaning, like someone in pain. “I’ve got something here, sounds like it could be a hostage.”

“We are on our way Loki,” Steve said, “Don't engage unless necessary.”

“Rodger, Rodgers,” Loki said with a smirk.

Just then, he heard a cry of pain, “I’m going in, sounds like the person could be in serious pain.”

“Be careful, we’re on our way.”

Loki unsheathed his knives before turning the corner. In the middle of the room was a girl. She had been tied to a chair that was knocked over. She was squirming, trying to escape the ties restraining her. Then she looked up and saw him. When her (y/e/c) met his pale blue eyes, he paused. “Please,” She pleaded, “Please, help me.”

Loki bent down and immediately used his knives to cut the ropes attaching her to the chair. “Where is he?” Loki asked, assessing her damages. She was different from the others, a gash on her forehead and various wounds covering her body.

“I,” The girl’s eyes were wide but unfocused, she looked to be slipping in and out of consciousness, “Please help me.”

“Guys,” Loki said looking at the damage done, “It’s bad, this girl is badly hurt, she needs immediate medical attention.”

“It’s okay, you are safe now,” Loki reassured, doing his best to provide first aid, “Where did the man who took you go?”

“I don’t, I, I don’t know.” She said, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay dear. I am going to help you, what is your name?”

“(y/n).” Her eyes shut and she went limp.

Loki hurriedly picked her up bridal style and made his way out of the abandoned building. He met Natasha on his way out.

“Holy shit,” She said, “This guy is escalating, none of the other victims had more than some head trauma and superficial injuries.”

“I know,” Loki murmured, “She is in really bad shape and seems to be in a lot of pain.”

“Tony,” Natasha said into her comm, “We need emergency medical evac to the compound.”

Pain tore itself through (y/n)’s body, her head hurt worst of all. It felt like someone had lit her on fire and then tossed her into a pit of snakes. She drifted in and out of sleep. When she did sleep, her dreams were haunted by her attacker. Being hit over the head. The strange man she saw in the doorway. A deep gentle voice telling her that help was on the way. Being knocked over in the chair her captor had tied her to - the pain she felt as she hit the ground. Voices around her saying things “a little less than a liter of blood,” and “we have to stop the bleeding.”

Then all of the sudden, the pain was gone. She felt like she was floating, and she drifted away from consciousness as the scattered memories continued playing in her head.

When (y/n) awoke for good she was in a new place. The walls were that weird shade between white and cream that is hard to identify. There were wooden cabinets, two uncomfortable looking chairs, and there was a window looking out at tall buildings. It looked like manhattan, although she had never seen it from this angle. She had an IV in her hand and several bandages wrapped around her arms. There was a slight beeping and whirring of the machines behind her. The pain she felt was minimal and was not distracting her from looking around the room in wonder.

“Hello Ms. (y/l/n).” A monotonous voice said from nowhere, “My name is F.R.I.D.A.Y. I have alerted the team that you are awake and that your vitals are holding steady for the time being. I hope it is okay, they have some questions to ask you about the event that brought you here to us.”

“Oh,” (y/n) said, looking around and rubbing her hand on her arm, “I guess that would be okay.”

“Wonderful, I will let them know that you are ready for them.”

“Uh, thank you, Friday.”

“Natasha you are insane if you think he should go in there, he’ll try to get in her head!” Tony shouted.

“Or her pants,” Clint chimed in.

Loki rolled his eyes. He was leaning against the wall a bit distanced from the rest of the group.

“Guys,” Natasha said, “He was the one who found her, he was the one who told her, ‘hey great news lady, you’re not going to die today.’ Even if she doesn’t remember that her brain will make the subconscious connection that he is safe to be around. She will be more at ease and less likely to withhold information or get angry at us for not taking her to a hospital.”

“I hate to admit it,” Steve chimed in…

“No Steve!” Tony said exasperated, “You are supposed to be against everything, nothing is allowed to happen when Captain America is around.”

Loki smirked.

“Tony,” Steve said trying to calm him down, “Nat is an interview specialist, this is her deal, shouldn’t we trust her expertise?”

“Goddamn it Rodgers.” Tony shook his head, “You never want to agree with me.”

“I don’t always disagree with you, it’s just that-” “Ms. (y/l/n) is awake now, her vitals are steady and she has given permission for visitors,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced.

“Okay so me and Frozone.” Natasha decided, “He will put her at ease by triggering the memory of her being saved, and I will put her at ease by being a woman.”

“Fine,” Tony said waving a hand, “But if anything goes wrong Tash, that’s

on you.”

A nurse of some kind had brought (y/n) a cup of water and some jello. She was eating the jello when two people walked in. They didn’t look like doctors. The girl had medium length red hair and was wearing leggings and a grey striped hoodie. The man had long black hair and was wearing a blue sweater and jeans.

“Hello (y/n),” The red haired woman said, “My name is Natasha, this is Loki.”

Loki nodded at her and gave her a small smile.

“We have some questions to ask you about-”

“Um,” (y/n) interjected, “I actually have some questions as well.”

“Go ahead,” Natasha said, pulling up one of the chairs.

“Where am I?”

“You are in Stark tower’s medical bay.”

“Is this a hospital?”

“No,” Said Natasha, she looked down at her hands and then back up to (y/n), “However we have an excellent medical team and they have taken very good care of you, free of charge.”

“Wait really?”

“Yes, Tony is very generous, especially to the people we come across in the field.”

“Wow…” (y/n) said, looking around the room once more. “So uh, why am I here then exactly. What happened to me.”

“We don’t know for sure, All we know is that you were used as bait to lure the Avengers towards an industrial site in Brooklyn.”

“We also know,” The dark haired man spoke, (y/n) had almost forgotten that he was there, lurking in the back corner of the room, “That you had more intensive injuries that any other hostage we have recovered from this person.”

“Right,” Natasha said, she continued explaining the way the kidnapper had been terrorizing the city, but (y/n) was still focused on The man's piercing pale blue eyes.

“So,” Natasha interrupted the staring contest and brought (y/n)’s attention back, “Is there anything else you would like to ask us?”

“I think that’s all for now.” (y/n) said, taking another bite of jello.

“Okay, let us know if there is anything else we can do for you.” Natasha had a kind smile and she looked sympathetic towards (y/n), “What do you remember about the day you were taken.”

“It was Tuesday, I have work on Tuesdays, so I would have been heading towards north queens.”

Natasha and Loki shared a glace

“I go to a bagel shop on my way to work on Tuesdays, they have a discount on Tuesdays if you have a rewards card.”

“So this is routine for you?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” (y/n) said looking up, “I do that every week.”

“Okay fast forward,” Natasha said, “When did the kidnapper get you.”

(y/n) furrowed her brows, she pursed her lips and looked down at her hands.

“You had blunt force trauma to the back of your head,” Loki said gently, “That means he came up from behind you and hit you to subdue you. Do you remember being somewhere, maybe where they’re aren’t many people, and then suddenly you weren’t?”

“I don't remember anything,” (y/n) siad looking up at him, “But I normally walk through an alley to get from the bagel shop to my job.”

“That's good,” Natasha said, “can you show us on a map where it is?”

“Yeah,” (y/n) said excitedly, “The reason I go through that alley is because it is well lit, but it also has security cameras. If you can give me my phone I can show you where.”

Natasha reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a bag with what appeared to be (y/n)’s belongings. She reached in and pulled out her phone. “Here.”

(y/n) showed them the bagel shop and the path that she took to get from there to her office.

“Thank you, (y/n),” Natasha said, “I am going to get Tony to find the security camera footage. Loki you stay here, I will send a nurse to check on (y/n) and hopefully she will be cleared to get up and move around.”

“Roger that,” Loki said, smiling again.

“If I am cleared to start moving around, does that mean I can go home?”

Loki stopped smiling, he looked at her sympathetically, “Unfortunately, it seems that the person who kidnapped you, is more attached to you than he was to other victims.”

“What,” (y/n) said, raising her voice, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Loki said, moving to sit in Natasha’s chair, “Unfortunately, based on the differences in the way he behaved with you versus his other victims, we believe that there is something personal about you to him. All of the other victims were victims of opportunity, they happened to be close to the site where the kidnapper was planning his distraction. And they were left alone as soon as he got them where he wanted them.

“You however, were abducted in north queens and taken all the way to brooklyn. Not only does it tell us that you are more significant to him, it also tells us that you specifically were targeted. He also spent more time with you than any of the other victims. He risked getting caught. You have some defensive wounds, and some injuries from being bashed around, but you also had cuts on your torso and legs that were inflicted by him.

“Which means, you aren’t safe, even now that we got you away from him. So, when you are cleared to get out of this bed and move around, you will be taken to your home to collect things that you may need, and then you will be brought back here. Luckily for you though you will be taken to a proper room, we have those a few floors up, and you will stay here until we have caught the man who did this.

“You can choose not to of course, but given that this man now has a personal motive to get to you, this is probably the safest place you can be.”

“Oh well,” (y/n) ran a hand through her hair, “I am I really in that much danger?”

“We believe so.”

“Uhm Okay, how long will I be here?”

“Well Ideally, based on the information you have given us, we will be able to track him down sooner rather than later. But realistically, we have no idea.”

“Oh,” (y/n) said looking down, and then out the window, “Well, I guess it isn't the worst alternative to dying a horrible death.”

Loki smiled

The nurse from before knocked on the door, looked at Loki nervously, and said “Excuse me sir, but you will have to leave now. You can come back after I am done with Ms. (y/l/n).”

“I shall see you later (y/n).” Loki said as he got up to leave. As he exited the small room, the nurse stepped back and looked down.

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I recently listened to a mob boss asmr vid and now that lives in my head rent free so if you have any characters you want to read a mob boss fic about please let me know and i will do my best to provide this for you.

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Hello

Great news i am not dead.

I was a little dead before because college sucks when you hate what you are studying. Anyway I am writting some stuff now. I have like 24 pages of a fanfic that was requested of me last summer and I am super happy with it. after a couple more revisions I will be posting the first part soon.

Its a loki fic that does not at all take into account the new loki TV show and I am really proud of it. I have to thank @tom-hlover for the request because it has really rekindled my passion for writing that was snuffed out in a high school fiction writing course. I have had so much fun working on it. I am going to be posting that soon and I am going to post some other things as well.

I will also be posting on ao3 as well so when I get that up and running i will link it in my bio.

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reblogging cause I forgot to tag

OKAY FUN!! I was thinking maybe Lafayette c southern!reader? And maybe their accents clash and its super adorable and they grow closer during the war and teach each other about their language and culture? -🐥

Your family has always been considered upper class. Most people were surprised when they found out you supported the revolutionaries. But your father owned a large tobacco plantation in the south and did not need to rely on the British for his comforts. Your family had been visiting new york as your father attempted to engage in the politics of a new nation starting. Meanwhile, you had been able to explore the bustling streets of new york, see all sorts of products and shops that you had never imagined. But nothing was quite so exciting as the men in the city. They were handsome, proud, and ever so confident. They would approach you in the street in an attempt to court you. You, however, were taught to be harder to get than that.

When your family received an invitation to the infamous Winter’s Ball, you were thrilled. You knew that all the most handsome boys and wealthiest families would be there. Your mother insisted on getting you a new gown made for the event. A lovely pale purple gown with white frills to make you look, “as the perfect little lady” your mother said.

“Mother I have plenty of gowns to make me look like a lady.”

“I know darling, but we aren’t in the south anymore. These northern ladies have a much different style. I want you to look as good as the rest of the young ladies at the party.”

“It has a corset mother, how am I to breathe?”

“First you inhale, and then you exhale.”

“Oh thank you, I had not realized.” said (y/n) rolling her eyes.

The day of the ball finally arrived and (y/n)’s mother had spared no expense in getting her ready. Her hair curled and her face powdered. They were finally able to get to the ball. The ballroom was gorgeous, big open windows were letting the sun in. Candle operas sat on every table. After being served a luxurious several course meal and a glass of wine, (y/n) was ready for the dancing, They began with the traditional group dance where partners alternated and everyone got to dance with a large group of people. However, the entire time, (y/n) noticed two men standing to the side of the room. One man had a short ponytail and a goatee. The other man had dark skin long ebony hair tied up. His dark eyes made eye contact with (y/n)’s and she was drawn in instantly. After the large mixer dance, (y/n) and the strange man continued to make eye contact while dancing with others on the dance floor.

(y/n) decided to take a break from the dancing and go talk to some of the other girls at the ball. She met up with some of her friends: Elizabeth and Peggy Schuyler, Cecily Sedlow, and Bridget Harte.

“Bridget,” (y/n) said excitedly, “Did you see the man in the corner during the grand dance?”

“Which one?” Bridget asked.

“I have dibs on the one with the eyes,” Eliza interrupted giggling.

“Not if Angelica gets to him first.” Peggy said, “I think she likes him too.”

Cecily chimed in, “(y/n) Likes the french one, she was staring all evening.”

“He’s French?” (y/n) asked, “Oh now he is even dreamier.”

“So you think I am dreamy?” Asked a deep voice with a pronounced French accent.

(y/n) turned around and blushed when she saw that it was indeed the man she had been staring at all night. “Uh, well um…” (y/n) stuttered as the man stood in front of her smirking.

“I suppose that you would not mind if I ask for a dance with you then?” He asked, extending his arm to her. (y/n) smiled sheepishly and took his arm.

“So mademoiselle,” The man began, “we have not made proper introductions, à am Marquis de LaFayette, but my friends here simply call me Lafayette.”

“It is nice to meet you Lafayette,” said (y/n), “I am (y/n) of the house of lawson, though you may simply call me (y/n) as my friends do.”

“House of Law Son? Is your family,” he trailed off looking for the words, “Lawyers?”

“No,” (y/n) giggled, “it is Lawson and we have a tobacco plantation.”

“Lawsin?”

“Lawson”

“Lawsont?”

(y/n) laughed some more, “That is close enough I suppose Lafayette, But you have not told me of yourself, I should love to know about France, is the dessert really as good as people say?”

“Personally, I prefer the fresh-baked bread, there is nothing in the world that is quite like it.” Lafayette began. He continued on with stories from the war and from his country. They traded stories from their childhoods and danced until very late in the evening.

“Thank you for the dancing Monsieur,” (y/n) said teasingly, “But it is quite late and I must go before I am too late getting home, I hope to see you again.”

“I could walk you home Mon Cheri,” Lafayette offered hopefully.

“Oh sir, that would be most improper.”

“I only mean because it is dark, and I should hate to think of you not making it home safely tonight.”

“That is very kind of you sir, but it is not a far walk, and I and my friends walk together to stay safe from harm. You could write to me though, I would love to hear from you again sir.”

Lafayette bowed and kissed (y/n)’s hand, “Of course my lady, I shall write to you diligently, and hope to see you soon.”

“Goodnight Lafayette.”

“Goodnight (y/n).”

Part 2 coming eventually

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“Mother I have plenty of gowns to make me look like a lady.”

“I know darling, but we aren’t in the south anymore. These northern ladies have a much different style. I want you to look as good as the rest of the young ladies at the party.”

“It has a corset mother, how am I to breathe?”

“First you inhale, and then you exhale.”

“Oh thank you, I had not realized.” said (y/n) rolling her eyes.

(y/n) decided to take a break from the dancing and go talk to some of the other girls at the ball. She met up with some of her friends: Elizabeth and Peggy Schuyler, Cecily Sedlow, and Bridget Harte.

“Bridget,” (y/n) said excitedly, “Did you see the man in the corner during the grand dance?”

“Which one?” Bridget asked.

“I have dibs on the one with the eyes,” Eliza interrupted giggling.

“Not if Angelica gets to him first.” Peggy said, “I think she likes him too.”

Cecily chimed in, “(y/n) Likes the french one, she was staring all evening.”

“He’s French?” (y/n) asked, “Oh now he is even dreamier.”

“So you think I am dreamy?” Asked a deep voice with a pronounced French accent.

(y/n) turned around and blushed when she saw that it was indeed the man she had been staring at all night. “Uh, well um…” (y/n) stuttered as the man stood in front of her smirking.

“I suppose that you would not mind if I ask for a dance with you then?” He asked, extending his arm to her. (y/n) smiled sheepishly and took his arm.

“So mademoiselle,” The man began, “we have not made proper introductions, à am Marquis de LaFayette, but my friends here simply call me Lafayette.”

“It is nice to meet you Lafayette,” said (y/n), “I am (y/n) of the house of lawson, though you may simply call me (y/n) as my friends do.”

“House of Law Son? Is your family,” he trailed off looking for the words, “Lawyers?”

“No,” (y/n) giggled, “it is Lawson and we have a tobacco plantation.”

“Lawsin?”

“Lawson”

“Lawsont?”

(y/n) laughed some more, “That is close enough I suppose Lafayette, But you have not told me of yourself, I should love to know about France, is the dessert really as good as people say?”

“Thank you for the dancing Monsieur,” (y/n) said teasingly, “But it is quite late and I must go before I am too late getting home, I hope to see you again.”

“I could walk you home Mon Cheri,” Lafayette offered hopefully.

“Oh sir, that would be most improper.”

“I only mean because it is dark, and I should hate to think of you not making it home safely tonight.”

“That is very kind of you sir, but it is not a far walk, and I and my friends walk together to stay safe from harm. You could write to me though, I would love to hear from you again sir.”

Lafayette bowed and kissed (y/n)’s hand, “Of course my lady, I shall write to you diligently, and hope to see you soon.”

“Goodnight Lafayette.”

“Goodnight (y/n).”

Part 2 coming eventually

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