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xathia-89 · 5 years

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Revving my Engine

For @stupidoafofspades who live commented my fic “If I have to pull over then you won’t be able to walk for a week” and it was so great, I knew I had to break her again. SMUT WARNING. NSFW.

It still made me smile about how my roommate would get excited at the mention of a date, she was the biggest supporter of our relationship, and brilliant at annoying all of my boyfriend’s friends when they came to crash over at ours. I had made a change of career when I met Masamune, from fashion designer to interior designer. Kojuro was his general manager to his restaurant and had decided that the place needed a fresh appearance after getting more and more attention as it grew in popularity. The chef had been more than a little sulky to find out that I was brought in, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with how the building looked, and he especially didn’t like the fact that Mitsuhide couldn’t find anything bad about me.

Until I had shown up on the door, of course.

Then Masamune had tried to get as involved as possible. I would be in a meeting to show them my plans, and he would try to get all of the attention. I refused to give him the time of day, dating a client was against every ethical code I knew of. Plus there was nothing at the point to say he wouldn’t use it to get a free job out of me. He frowned, but then that incorrigible smile of his lit his face up as he then proposed that he would get a date out of me after the restaurant was done.

I agreed just to get him out of my hair; I wasn’t expecting him to be anything like he had been in the meetings. He lived at one speed, losing an eye in a kitchen accident when he was starting out as a chef hadn’t changed much. He wore the eyepatch because it gave him an edge he claimed, and then grinned wildly before suggesting a spin on his bike.

He wasn’t expecting for me to be the one driving it. The streets of Kyoto passed in a blur after I had stated that we were going to my house so I could change into better clothing and get my helmet.

I was so caught up in the whirlwind. A blanket underneath us and the stars glimmering overhead had made our first date into our first time making love as well.

Nothing had changed really since then. We were both commonplace at the other’s home, and everyone asked when we were going to move in together, but we always just shrugged and moved away from the question. It wasn’t a question of dedication to the relationship or each other; it was more that it just felt like we didn’t need to. We had our own spaces and jobs, there were occasions where I would be so tied up on projects that I didn’t have a lot of time to sleep, and Masamune would have ideas about his business that demanded his focus as well. We liked things as they were.

“Happy anniversary!” I was surprised when a bunch of tiger lilies were thrust into my arms as I left my room, and then Nohime bristled off to make breakfast as though it was our anniversary.

“How many years now?” I asked, smelling the flowers with a wistful glance at my phone to confirm that I hadn’t forgotten.

“Four,” she grinned. “Nobu text me yesterday, he’s pretty sure that Masamune has forgotten as well.”

I wasn’t on my own at least. The boys that Masamune lived with would be giving him even more stick for it than I would ever receive from Nohime.

“Well, we’re just busy,” I tried to shrug off my guilt, opening my messages to see if Masamune was going to be too busy to celebrate with me.

I’m sorry, kitten. We’ve got the restaurant all booked out this evening, and it’s a big corporate event too. I’ll make it up to you.

I wasn’t even going to try and hide my disappointment as Nohime read the screen as well. Then she beamed brightly and was already texting Nobunaga at such a speed I wasn’t sure if possible.

“Then we’re going to them!” She laughed, pushing me back into my bedroom to get showered and ready.

Ieyasu was looking grumpier than usual as Nohime used her key to let herself into the shared house. The boys were all ready to go out with us, Nobunaga grabbing my roommate by the waist and twirling her into a very public kiss that flustered Hideyoshi more than anyone else. Until Nobunaga decided that his boyfriend needed the same attention. Watching Hideyoshi have a brain flat line was always amusing, and then Mitsunari surprised me with a hug from behind, kissing my cheek in greeting before I could see that Hideyoshi had already done my job for me in sorting his flyaway silver locks.

“You’ve been working so much we haven’t seen you!” Mitsunari was an angel on this planet, that much I knew as he let go of me.

“Apparently doing Masa’s restaurant was a stepping stone and now everyone wants that touch to their business,” I shrugged. “My boss put a stop after this one, apparently I’m being sent on a forced holiday, but I’m waiting for someone with more money than sense to come in and correct that.”

“Come on, Mai is waiting for us,” Ieyasu snapped, irritable at the fact that his girlfriend couldn’t come to us as I grinned at the blond.

I knew the journey like the back of my hand, and I glared accusingly at Nohime. She had ‘forgotten’ to tell me that we were the party that had Masamune working on our anniversary. Kojuro was in on it as well; he already had the place closed off, while grinning broadly at me before pushing my favourite drink in front of me. Since Masa didn’t drink, I had taken to not doing a lot of it as well, and instead focused on the mocktails that flourished across their menu.

“Kojuro!” A loud growl erupted from the kitchens before my boyfriend practically threw himself across the room. “You are fired! You ass!” He sulked, burying his head in my hair as I threaded my fingers through his slightly sweaty locks, nuzzling against his cheek.

“You definitely don’t mean that,” the green-eyed male laughed heartily. “Happy anniversary, boss,” he grinned widely. “Go and change, then we get to treat you for once. You would just intervene if we told you.”

His arm was resting over my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck as we’d snuck off to a corner for a breather. I had definitely had more than my optimal intake of alcohol, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if a drop had been put in Masa’s drinks either. Everyone was asking when we would start settling down, and it was irritable at the best of times as I squeaked at the feeling of his teeth sinking into my neck.

“Mm, I got a little excited,” the chef was busy kissing at the area, pushing his knee between my thighs to stop me closing them off.

“Let’s go for a ride,” I offered, trying to see where our friends were but not before a gasp and a low moan escaped as Masamune bit me again. “You’re like a child marking his territory,” I accused with a laugh, finally managing to untangle myself from being kabe-don against the wall.

Kojuro had definitely heard us and knowingly hid the keys to the motorbike as Nohime was trying to plead with me to stay and join in with more drinking games. I knew the boys were planning something, and I stopped my boyfriend from drinking what was left of his ‘water’ after I’d seen Mitsuhide near it. I wasn’t in a fit state to drive, and we wouldn’t be leaving the restaurant if I let him have any more alcohol. I waved pointedly with a wide grin at Mitsuhide, who had the slightest of sulks that I had thwarted his plan to keep me around.

I knew the journey like the back of my hand, and Masamune only did one speed as well as I squeezed around his waist tightly to ensure I didn’t come off. There was always a set of leathers for us both kept in Masa’s office. Though it was used as a changing room more than anything else and there had been more than one close call with the manchild unable to keep his hands to himself. It wouldn’t have surprised me to find out that Kojuro also did the laundry of the clothes that we changed out of because Masa would always find them clean and neatly folded ready for him to bring home when he next went in there. The motorbike engine was also doing wonders for my own engine that Masamune had started up in the restaurant, it was impossible to try and get some relief, everything was tight, and I couldn’t change the angle of my hips because it would upset the balance of the bike.

Then he purposely revved it high.

My orgasm was hard-hitting, and I had to remember to grab onto the man who was roaring with laughter too much for that to be a coincidence. He pulled up to one of our ‘spots’ not long afterwards, grinning like the Cheshire cat as he helped me off the bike.

I glared at him after I took my helmet off, my legs still a little unsteady while he was getting the blankets out. I felt like a bike to him at times, he always seemed to know when to push me to the limit on my rev counter without blowing my engine up, but then he treated me with more care than he gave to Shogetsu.

His lips were continually seeking mine the second he knew the bike wasn’t going to fall over, and all I had managed to do was open my jacket to get some air to my skin. His long fingers were tossing my jacket to the side, and his followed moments later. The tease had skipped out on wearing a shirt underneath, and I was surprised as I dipped my fingers beneath the top of his leathers, he wasn’t wearing anything under them at all.

“It seemed a waste when all I needed was my leathers,” he breathed down my ear, nipping at my lobe before nudging me to lay down.

He peeled back my leather trousers eagerly, wanting to get to the point as soon as possible, only to find that he wasn’t the only one with a rush to get dressed. I could feel my face lighting up, his blue eye locked onto me with that devious smirk of his, a sexy look I could never resist. He decided I needed help stripping as he slowly released my legs from the clingy material, kissing down my thighs and calves as he did so.

It felt like a century had passed as he neatly placed my trousers on top of his own, and then threw a blanket over his shoulders before slowly worshipping from my toes upwards. It was a path of fire, setting me alight with more and more as he closed in on my drenched panties. I wasn’t sure why I had bothered wearing them until I felt the tantalising nudge from his nose over my clothed clit. A jolt shot through me, arching my back towards the starry sky as a strangulated gasp escaped my throat.

“I love bringing you out here,” Masamune murmured, his fingers already hooked into my panties and dragging them down my legs at a swift speed.

He wasted no time in sliding his tongue into my cunt, swirling it around and lapping up my essence like a man deprived. His fingers were soon joining in the party, curling to find that spot in me while his other hand was making patterns on my clit. He was diving in deep as though eager to clean me out of all the cumming I had done on the journey here. My fingers were tugging on his hair, pushing him harder into me as I was already getting close to my second orgasm. He chuckled the vibrations through my pelvis, setting me off again. My nails dug into his scalp, pushing his nose against my clit as I screamed out in pleasure.

I was panting, my chest heaving before my boyfriend withdrew from my pussy, cleaning his fingers thoroughly in front of me for the full effect. I knew that look on his face, before he kissed me softly, enticing me into opening my mouth to share that taste of my cum. My breasts were freed from my shirt, his large hands cupping them and gently massaging them as I felt his cock beginning to tease at my folds. My nipples were standing at attention, and I knew it wasn’t from the slight chill in the air. Masamune had a strange way of finding out what made anyone tick, and he knew my kinks before I did, we would come out to this spot because we knew we could get away with it and I didn’t have to worry about neighbours or housemates overhearing us.

It wasn’t as though Masamune was a jealous man. Many of my exes had accused me of various acts of cheating because of the hours at my job, but he had the same drive for his career as I had for mine. That meant on occasions last-minute cancellations of dates, or changes to schedules because something had gone wrong. Both of us knew that it wasn’t personal as his teasing kisses turned to nips down my throat.

“I love that you feel so primal and noisy,” Masa groaned, taking the time to slowly fill me and also stop me from being able to wrap my legs around his hips just yet.

My whine did nothing to help me; it just made it feel like he was taking even longer. His chuckle was teasing; the man knew what to do to me before my knees were pinned back against my chest. His lips were hot, devouring every part of my mouth as he began to draw his hips back and to start fucking me like he meant it.

I was glad that he had packed a few spare blankets, and even some clean basics for me to wear clothing-wise. It was easier to concentrate on stargazing when we were both wearing underwear and under a blanket. We were cuddled together, arms wrapped around each other, and soft kisses with sweet nothings exchanged. It had been nothing shy of a rollercoaster ride so far in four years with Masa, and I could only hope nothing would change in our time to come.

#masamune date #modern au #smut #ikesen #ikemen sengoku

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y-not-loki · 5 years

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The Soul Thief | Loki L.

A/N: Been a long time since I’ve posted a fic/one-shot so here’s one I’ve been working on for a while. I’ve always liked the idea of being able to control someone’s soul and remove it. Probably a million mistakes. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (also, enjoy the fact that I can’t find a gif to match the fic)

Warnings: Bit of swearing? Some violence in the beginning (opens in a battle).

Word count: 4 554

Blurb: (Y/N) is different. She can feel it in her bones, she can see it everywhere. She can see souls. She can manipulate them. She can make them do whatever she likes. Of course, she doesn’t do it all the time, because her lack of experience makes it difficult to do if she doesn’t have a sugar rush. When she gets caught mid-battle in her hometown between the Avengers and whatever-those-things-with-the-horns-tails-and-scales-are she ends up revealing her abilities in front of a very impressed God of Mischief and Iron Man. If only she had her phone with her now.

*DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS BUT THE PLOT*

(Y/N) wasn’t ashamed to admit that she did get out of the bed on the wrong side, but she was ashamed to admit that everything was going wrong. First, her favourite coffee shop was closed for employee training, then she found out that her favourite bookstore had closed down to move somewhere else, and finally, it started raining on her usual walk to work. She usually didn’t mind rain, but she was wearing her favourite jumper and jeans that day in hopes to counteract the bad luck.

But surely such bad luck wasn’t meant to land her here, was it?

Here pertained to being bodily shielded by an incredibly handsome God of Mischief, who was also incredibly dangerous.

Something about aliens?

She glanced around wildly, and her eyes flashed gold, to most it was a trick of the light, but she knew better. She could see the souls of any living creature (somehow, including plants, which was very unnerving), and holy hell did she regret it.

There were thousands of them.

Loki sneered down at her, she turned her gold eyes on him as they returned back to their normal colour before paling as she realised his attention as on her how. “You’d better hide fast, Midgardian.” He growled, and as a blue-scaled, long-tailed and horned creature galloped (?) towards him. Loki summoned twin knives, whipping his arms around, (Y/N) didn’t even see them leave his hands, but the creature fell with a dagger in its forehead and its chest.

They were vaguely horse-like. But very colourful, some blue, some red, some even golden.

Which is what made (Y/N) more scared than she already was, because in nature, the more colourful something is, the more poisonous or venomous something is (except cane toads, those ugly buggers were as dull as dirt).

Fear coursed through her veins, but she closed her hands into fists and ran for it, covering her head with her arms, but leaving her stomach bared for any one of the horned creatures to lower its head and charge at her unprotected torso.

Which is exactly what a red one did.

She had enough time to feel properly terrified, her knees shaking, and her arms flew down to cover herself, but she knew she wouldn’t be fast enough.

It was less than a metre away when it keeled over and died, its soul disappearing before her golden eyes, the adrenaline and the fight around her making her abilities spike.

“Kid, are you alright?” Iron Man descended from the sky, lowering a hand, which still glowed slightly from shooting the creature down.

If only she had her phone now, but alas, it was left back at her apartment. Another thing to add to her bad luck.

“M-Mostly.” (Y/N) stuttered, unused to being spoken to by two Avengers within twenty-four hours.

“Good, now duck.” Tony ordered, and (Y/N) ducked immediately, and she heard him release two or three mini missiles behind her, and she felt two souls fizzle out, her heart ready to pump out of her chest.

She looked back up to see a two smoking craters with vaguely monster-shaped shadows in them, and turned back to see another one run up behind Iron Man.

No one was looking.

Loki was preoccupied.

Iron Man was busy with the ones behind her.

No one would know.

“Behind you.” She ground out, gritting her teeth, and her arms shot out, her eyes a glaring gold now, bright like headlights and her pupils turned into vertical slits as her blood glowed a beautiful golden colour, and a brightly coloured orb flew into her hands as the monster behind Iron Man stumbled and died as she held its soul in her hands.

“What is that?” Iron Man asked bluntly, and (Y/N) turned pink as she held the soul sheepishly, throwing it into the ground as her blood returned to normal and her knees gave out from the stress.

“Just a little talent.” (Y/N) replied dazedly, giggling as tingles swept over her body and a shiver went up her spine. She always got high on the rush of energy that came with using her abilities, but it wasn’t an energy that was useful, so she refrained from doing it again.

“Do you think you can do it a few other times?” Iron Man asked, landing on the floor with a dull thud as Loki’s face appeared in her vision on the other side.

“Do you really think, that the petty Midgardian in this state, would be able to do something so taxing again, Stark? She’s obviously too weak.” Loki snapped, and (Y/N) swore she saw two of him, one ran off, throwing daggers, and the other placed a cool hand on her forehead.

It felt nice.

But his words did not.

The words made her just a tiny bit mad that Loki would assume that it only would only take one use of her ability to bring her down.

She was not going to let him think that; she wasn’t going to let anyone think that. Jumping up, she glared at Loki, who just raised an eyebrow, before raising her arms in front of her as her eyes turned gold.

“Too weak? Watch me prove you wrong.” This was not going to work. The thought raced across her mind, pulling a few others along. You’re never going to get your paycheque at this rate. You literally just showed superheroes your ability. You’ve only ever done this to one other person. HOW THE HELL ARE YOU MEANT TO DO IT TO MORE THAN A THOUSAND CREATURES?! Well, thankfully about a hundred had been defeated by the Avengers and police alone, and she was pretty happy to admit that hurtful words broke a dam in her, she could feel her power coursing through her blood vessels a thousand times stronger.

This would be easy.

She opened her closed eyes (when did they close?) and everything was dark, she could only see the souls. The monster souls looked different, they flowed through their bodies differently, instead of hovering in the chest and head, they flowed through every part of their body. She quickly pulled each of the monsters’ souls to her, and let them flow around her body.

One by one, she grabbed nearly a thousand souls.

Her vision returned to almost normal, except she could still see the souls swirling around her like a whirlwind.

Thank goodness she was hovering, because the migraine that came with doing that amount of soul manipulating would probably last for days, and although she had a vague idea that she was actually pulling her own soul upwards and using the monster souls to elevate her as well, but she really didn’t care.

Her voice sounded distant, ethereal and dark at the same time. “Who’s the weak one now?” She hissed at Loki, who looked slightly amused, but quite definitely astonished along with a Tony Stark who had taken his helmet off.

She thrust her arms downwards, and the souls flew into the ground as she collapsed, the second last thing she saw was the Avengers running around the corner before the darkness clouded her vision.

The last thing she saw was a worried Loki hovering over her.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. TURN THE INFERNAL BEEPING NOISE OFF YOU IDIOT. (Y/N)’s hand flopped around, trying to find the alarm clock, then the scent hit her.

Hospital room. She bolted up, eyes wide. Oh shit. What did I do this time?

“Calm down, little Midgardian.” The smooth voice of Loki penetrated the cloud of panic that had descended over her mind.

“I’m not little.” (Y/N) retorted, absently but (somehow) still angrily. She was glancing around, slightly queasy and self-conscious. She shouldn’t be in the hospital…. Should she?

Recent memories told her that she should probably be in the hospital after the stupid stunt she decided to pull.

Why did I do that? She flopped back over and closed her eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep, mortal!” Loki shook her awake, panic clearly in his voice and his eyes were wide and blood-shot.

“What, you want to apologise for getting me into this situation?” (Y/N) told him coldly and he pursed his lips.

“Why should I apologise?”

“Well, for one, there were thousands of those creatures, so you’d probably die of exhaustion if you hadn’t already died of the monsters, and two, you’re the reason I’m still alive, and therefore in this hell. Oh yeah, and your goaded me into doing that stupid move that I have never even attempted before in my life.”

“I am a seasoned warrior of Asgard, I would have long out-lasted those hideous abominations. And it may be true that I am the reason that you are still alive and in this situation, but I was ordered to save the Midgardians. Although I’m starting to doubt you are a Midgardian. But it’s definitely not my fault you have very delicate pride and feel the need to defend it.”

(Y/N) groaned. “This is the worst day ever.”

“Reindeer Games giving you a headache, kiddo?” Tony waltzed into the room, as if he owned the place (which he probably did).

“More like a migraine.” (Y/N) shot him a glare, and he raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Well he hasn’t left your side since you fell unconscious, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you were annoyed by his very presence.”

“Ah, that explains the disgusting scent permeating from him. And honestly, why would he stay by my side? I’m just a petty little weak Midgardian.” (Y/N) took the opportunity to jab at Loki’s pride, and he frowned.

“I guess as I have been displayed as unwanted, I shall take my leave now. And maybe clean myself.”

“Good riddance.” (Y/N) glanced up at him and was surprised to see he was slightly hurt, and rolled her eyes, letting her mouth twitch up in a smirk to let him know she was joking. He looked almost openly relieved, but still kept up the façade that he was hurt.

“Wow, you seem to hate Loki quite a lot. Possibly more than Legolas.” Tony sat down where Loki had been previously sitting.

“Not really, I just don’t like the idea of being a useless pet that can’t fight for themselves. Loki happened to be there when I was pretty useless and he pointed it out as well, so I didn’t appreciate that.”

“What is your ability, anyway?” Tony asked, glancing at the monitor that currently showed her heartrate, which had spiked as soon as Loki left.

“Well…” (Y/N) glanced at her hands and her eyes flickered gold again. “I can see souls and manipulate them. It’s not much, but it’s saved my life once, now three times, so I guess it’s a good thing.”

“You can manipulate souls. Without any outside force. And you can see souls. Your eyes changes to gold when you use your ability. You realise that makes absolutely no sense?” Tony said bluntly, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“I didn’t expect a scientist, let alone a mechanic, understand the delicacies of removing souls. Hell, I could swap your soul for Loki’s right this instant. It wouldn’t be as taxing as actually having to hold a soul in one place, because they need to move, they need to flow and control, think and react. They are what makes you, you. Your brain gives you knowledge and your soul gives you personality and morals.”

“In English please.”

(Y/N) sighed. “Your brain is the hard drive that is already built in, and your soul is the USB. You put the USB into the computer so you have something to do, but you already have the basic information you need in your brain, which is the internet. Your soul gives you purpose and it gives you all your unique flaws and perfections, your hard drive, or body and brain, starts out similar to that of everyone else. Is that English enough?”

“Yeah.” Tony sat in quiet contemplation as (Y/N) burrowed underneath the covers, if she was to be stuck in here for a while, she might as well get comfortable. “What do you say to being an Avenger, kid?”

“I’m not a kid.” (Y/N) responded, voice muffled as only her eyes peaked out.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“It depends on what you mean by being an Avenger. Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent or a toy for S.H.I.E.L.D. to play with? No. Being my own person, but still helping others with my abilities… sure.” (Y/N) said, flipping over and laying on her stomach, although it took some manoeuvring because of the IV drip in her hand.

Still didn’t know why she needed an IV drip thing attached to her, all that happened was fainting.

“You were out for nearly a week.” Tony said absentmindedly, and (Y/N) panicked quietly on the inside. Maybe it showed on her face too. Maybe. But Tony was quick to assure her, “Don’t worry, you’re in capable hands here, and we’ve taken the liberty of searching you up and cancelling all your plans for the past week and next week for your recovery.” (Y/N) sighed in relief and settled back down into the (surprisingly) soft hospital bed.

“So where exactly am I? A local hospital or a specialised one for the Avengers?”

“Well, right now, you’re at the Avengers base, and this is simply the infirmary, Bruce is next door monitoring your vitals and your current state.”

“Can I get out of here yet? When can I leave?” (Y/N) asked, and Tony shook his head.

He fingered at the edge of the blanket, which was halfway over his lap, “I’m not too sure, you’re going to have to ask Bruce. I’ll tell him to come in here and let you know when you can leave. Also, welcome to the team. Only around three people here answer to S.H.I.E.L.D., and that’s because of either spy-work or patriotism.” Tony rolled his eyes, stood up and held out his hand. (Y/N) took his hand slowly, but gave it a firm shake, causing Tony to smirk down at her, before whirling and leaving the room.

Too much socialising. (Y/N) thought to herself, shaking her head, but only managing to summon a headache from the depths of Tartarus.

A few torturous seconds later of the infernal beeping noise and a painful headache, Bruce stepped into the room. Then Loki stepped in. It gave her a moment to actually take in his size, he stood maybe half a head taller than Bruce, and although Bruce was hunched over a clipboard, and his head was bowed over at a 45-degree angle, he was still obviously taller. Not to mention, he didn’t share the same wider build of Captain America or Thor, instead he was lean with muscle that his leather battle armour didn’t hide at all.

He narrowed his eyes at her assessing overview of his body, but ignored her, instead standing next to the door and crossing his arms like a petulant child.

“Hello Miss (Y/L/N), I’m Dr Banner. As far as I know, you’re nearly healed and you’re allowed to start moving around in about half an hour, when your withdrawal symptoms from the drugs we gave you disappear. Don’t worry, they were simply to make you fall asleep. For a week. Anyway, Loki volunteered to show you around, but you can come by the labs and infirmary any time if you have any questions for me or Tony.” Dr Banner half-stuttered over his clipboard and then glanced up at her, biting at his lip. “Also, I’m sorry if you get caught in the prank war that is currently wreaking havoc over half the Avengers.” With that, he shuffled out of the room, nodding to Loki, who didn’t spare him a glance, as he exited.

“So tell me, how did you, a mere mortal, take down thousands of grindelgrawps?”

“So tell me, how did you, a powerful god, manage to get stuck here on this pathetic excuse of a world, helping civilians and saving the world?” (Y/N) turned the question around on him, stating it as if he were speaking it. He would call himself a powerful god, and he would call Earth – no, Midgard – a pathetic excuse of a world. He was easy enough to read what he might say, but not easy enough read what he might do.

Which is why (Y/N) was surprised when he took two long strides and sat himself down on the chair he had lived in for the past week (according to Tony).

“Tell me.” He demanded, posture stiff and his face carefully wiped blank.

“Not with that attitude.” (Y/N) scolded him. mimicking his posture and his facial expressions, overdoing it on a comical level, and Loki cracked a small smile. Small enough to not be noticeable unless you were really looking. And (Y/N) was really looking. At those perfect lips. Oh gods, what drugs did they pump her up with?

“Fine, will you please tell me what your ability is?”

“Soul manipulation.” (Y/N) replied simply, eyes flashing gold, then her head pounded particularly painfully and she grimaced.

Loki placed a cool hand on her forehead and she sighed as the ache died down to a dull throb that only appeared when she moved around. “Did the Man of Iron talk to you about joining their stupid club?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I said I’d be happy to join as long as it’s only helping civilians. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” She mumbled, eyes gold as she watched Loki. His soul was colourful. Surprisingly so, most people usually had a base colour lined with a secondary or tertiary colour. Loki was mainly green, pale blue, black, purple, red and a dark, dark blue. Green for creativity, pale blue for loyalty, black for chaos or fear, purple for royalty and pride, red for pain or anger, and dark, dark blue had never appeared for her. Knowing him, it could mean anything.

“What do you see?” He asked softly, almost instantly knowing what she was doing. He didn’t seem offended or scared that she was literally looking at what he was, but rather, a more curious expression hid his emotions.

“Sorry, that was incredibly rude of me.” (Y/N)’s automated response came out. Sometimes her abilities just… activated without her control, and it had happened multiple times. Everyone in her neighbourhood was very understanding, although they were also incredibly wary of her abilities.

“Tell me what you see and you’ll be forgiven.” Loki smirked, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“How about I show you?” (Y/N) looked him in the eyes, and saw a swirl of colour behind them, yellow rose out of nowhere. Hope.

“As long as you don’t kill me.” Loki said nonchalantly. (Y/N) sighed. Thor said he had a habit of dying then returning. It didn’t surprise her that he was trying to reinforce the idea that she couldn’t kill him.

Her closest hand, her right hand, floated up and in front of his eyes. Focussing on the pulses of her soul inside her body, she pushed it into her hand, and Loki’s soul responded accordingly. Loki’s soul came up to her hand, trying to contact her own soul, and Loki gave a quiet gasp.

“Well, that is a dizzying experience.” He muttered. It was. It was as if your mind had just left your body.

“I’m assuming you know what the colours are?”

Loki nodded slightly, there was a miniature version of his soul between (Y/N)’s hand and Loki’s forehead, as she couldn’t remove Loki’s entire soul without his body going unconscious.

“Well, I didn’t expect it to be that dark.” Loki muttered, his hand reached up to try and touch it, and touch it he did, it got absorbed back into his fingertips and the colours raced along his blood vessels, before disappearing halfway up his arm. Loki looked back into (Y/N)’s eyes, and it suddenly felt very awkward. Or at least for (Y/N). “You are an interesting mortal.” He stated, then went to stand up, but (Y/N)’s hand on his forearm stopped him. “Why are you stopping me now, I thought you disliked my presence.”

“Not… no I don’t truly dislike your presence. But please stay.” (Y/N) tried her puppy dog eyes (which always worked on her friends) on him, and he sighed.

Sitting down, he stared at her until she looked away blushing. When she glanced back her heart rate spiked with the smirk that lay on his lips. His eyes glanced towards the heart rate monitor, and leaned down. “Let’s see if we can get your hear to go fast enough for the monster to come in.” Eyes flickering to (Y/N)’s lips, Loki smirked as she watched him warily.

“If you’re up for it, I’m up 100% up for it, I mean, I’ve always wanted to see-” (Y/N)’s ramblings were cut short by Loki’s soft, cold lips touching hers. Just a brief brush. Her heart rate still spiked. Glancing over at the door in sync, (Y/N) and Loki smirked, before exploring just how much (Y/N) could do before Banner came rushing in.

It turns out quite a lot. Loki holding her hand and kissing, thumb making small circles on the back of her hand and callouses fitting together from his many years of knife practice.

It got to the point where it felt like (Y/N)’s heart was in her throat as Loki pressed his lips against hers more insistently, lips moving hers slightly apart. She didn’t expect tongue, but woah, there was tongue. He started exploring her mouth hesitantly, but after (Y/N) seemed to give in, heart racing faster than normal, he got more insistent and-

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Bruce shouted from the doorway, hair messed up, glasses askew and looking a little green at the base of his neck. “I see that (Y/N)’s heart rate is off the charts and come in to see you guys making out!” He shook his head in a disapproving manner, before coming over and unclipping the little pulse detector from her finger and pulling the IV drip out gently, before placing a little cotton ball with masking tape over the small wound. “I guess this proves that you’re perfectly fine and should probably get out of the infirmary before the other guy decides to make a surprise appearance.”

Loki paled behind him, but said nothing. (Y/N) smirked, and then looked innocently at Bruce. “So, do you know the sleeping arrangements? I’ll have to let my roommate know that I probably won’t be coming back.”

Bruce shook his head, eyes cast downwards as he muttered a response. “I don’t know anything about where you’re staying, you’re going to have to ask Tony.”

“I know where she will be staying. Stark told me when we passed in the hallway earlier.” Loki paused for a second, tilting his head slightly as a mischievous smile came across his face. “Or at least, I picked it out of his mind as we passed.”

Bruce shook his head in an exasperated manner before leaving the room quietly. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, (Y/N) looked down to see that she was in a hospital gown with a clean bra and clean underwear. Surprising and unnerving, but overall more comfortable.

“So, shall I escort you to your room?” Loki smirked holding out a hand, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes and bypassed his hand.

“Sure, without any silly shenanigans, not feeling up for mischief today.”

“Today.” Loki echoed and (Y/N) gave him a cheeky grin. Loki led the way to her room, and she found everything she owned there. Which was also surprising and unnerving, but overall more comfortable, because it meant she felt at least a little at home and didn’t have to go through the hassle of moving everything herself. Tony must have anticipated that she was going to choose to stay instead of leave them.

“Will my lady allow me to enter her chambers?” Loki’s eyes glinted with mischief and his face sported a smile that meant no good. She nodded.

Loki rushed at her, picking her up and pressing her against the wall, mouth centimetres away from hers. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this? Ever since I lay my eyes on you a week ago, saving Stark with your golden eyes and glowing hands. Ever since I had you underneath me, under my protection with your glowing fearful eyes. You were what your kind calls an angel.”

(Y/N) mustered all the snark and sarcasm as she could, hoping to counter Loki’s sweet words. “Well then, why’d you insult me. You hurt my pride, my king.” She smirked at the end mockingly, and his eyes darkened before he quickly dropped his head into the crook of her neck.

“When you know you’re likely to never see such beauty again, you become frustrated and angered at the fact that you know you’ll never see them again.” Loki murmured into her neck. Kissing her neck gently, he held her there for a second as she ran her fingers through his hair. “By the way, you tend to grab and cuddle things in your sleep.” He pulled away, putting her down gently and smirking cheekily.

(Y/N) looked horrified. “I do what in my sleep?”

“Well, you tended to steal my arm when I was resting it on the side of your bed, but I didn’t mind.” Loki laughed (Y/N)’s embarrassed expression. “Don’t worry, nothing funny happened, you just liked holding onto my arm. That was partially the reason why didn’t – couldn’t – leave your side. Banner suggested we simply create a superficial arm, but I liked your little quirk.” (Y/N) blushed and punched him lightly in the arm.

“Well, I guess I owe you for staying by my side, Trickster god.” (Y/N) shook her head at the ridiculousness. “Honestly, you could have left a clone and gone and taken care of yourself.”

Loki shrugged and grinned. “That’s actually what I would have done, except you woke up almost as soon as you let go for the first time.”

“You plan on sticking around and helping me put my stuff away?” She quirked an eyebrow and he mimicked her expression, waving a hand without looking and her stuff disappeared.

She gasped and hurried around the room, checking everywhere to make sure it was all in the right place.

“You bastard, how did you know that?” She growled, amusement glinting in her eyes, but her face serious.

“Eh, pulled it out of your mind when I had you against the wall.” He said nonchalantly, before laying on the bed as if he owned the place.

(Y/N) felt a blush creeping up her neck and sighed, shaking her head. “Cheeky idiot.”

“Your cheeky idiot.” Loki corrected as she lay down beside him on the bed, kissing the top of her head. She buried her face in his chest and said nothing.

The rest of the day was spent checking out the room and exploring everything. Everything = her room and the rest of the Tower thanks to Loki’s teleportation (despite the device attached to his wrists).

With a side of making out and getting to know one another.

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