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Doesn’t Play Well With Others Episode 2

Loki x Reader

Lady Death: This is less of a series and more of a few snippets of of stories from Stark Towers in Brazil. Reader is an ice mutant that, when S.H.I.E.L.D. disbanded joined the Avengers. Months had passed since the defeat of Thanos and Loki has become a live-in member of the team. The problem? You’ve been put in charge of his training.

Episode 1 (part one has in-heat Jotun!Loki smutt, but this chapter can be read without reading it if that’s not your fancy)

Doesn’t Play Well With Others Episode 2

Paperwork. The bane of anyone's existence. Monotonous, repetitious, boring paperwork.

That was what your Wednesday had become consumed with, more specifically the finalized, typed up, official statement of the Avengers regarding a special mission you, Sam, Nat and Loki had undergone in Russia (codename:Operation MotherLand). The reason you were doing this tedious deed? Because while on the mission, a civilian was caught in the crossfire. Luckily she survived with only a few bumps and bruises, but (as a part of the deal Tony and Steve had made with Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross in construction of the new Sokovia Accords) there must be a detailed report of what caused the civilian to be injured during one of your missions.

It was a hassle, but a necessary one. Just a small price to pay to have the Avengers reinstated and everyone cleared of their past grievances with the legislation.

But the reason you yourself were tasked with this assignment was a bit more complicated: the woman hurt in Russia was injured due to Avenger-in-training Loki, who happened to be under your supervision. His mistakes, it turned out, were your mistakes.

On Monday:

~”Oh, no, Loki was y/n’s responsibility in Russia,” Sam exclaimed when Ross informed Tony over the speakerphone that there would need to be formal documentation of the entire mission. “I’m not getting stuck with homework all because she couldn’t handle that green diva!”

“No one can handle him, that’s why he was dumped on me in the first place!” you argued. “Nat, come on, you can't agree with him?”

But the Black Widow only shrugged her shoulders. “Im sorry, y/n, but you are technically in charge of him. You knew the risks when you let him come on the mission with us.”

“He has to get experience in the field, you all know that…!”

“All mute points,” Ross interrupted, silencing the room. “I need this event documented or else…”

“Yeah, yeah, or else you’ll have us extradited out of Brazil back to the states and charge us with treason, lock up our loved ones, bla bla bla, evil government jargon. Yes, Rossy. We know the whole spiel, we’ll get you that stuff as soon as… oh no... you’re ….breaking up… Ross-ter?”

“Stark!” echoed in the room before Tony ended the call.

He rolled his eyes and sighed before he turned towards you. “So… about this report?”

“You’re really going to stick me with this? That was an eight month long mission, its going to take me days to write it all up!”

“Then I suggest you get to writing,” the man of iron suggested before patting you on the back. “And next time maybe keep a better eye on our little Shakespeare in the Park. This time someone got a little banged up, but what about next time?” ~

So here you were, writing out a novel’s worth of information to satisfy the governments of the world rather than doing any actual work or training. Which wasn’t too bad, you had to admit. After this past weekend, you could use a break from Loki’s contentious attitude. You hadn’t seen him since the two of you were locked together in the containment box and frankly you didn’t want to.

It had turned out Loki Odinson, declared prince of Asgard, was actually a frost giant. What's more, he had convinced Thor to lie to you while he hid away, going through some type of animalistic heat cycle that ended with the two of sleeping together. Suffice to say, things between you were a tad more complicated. You had an already stressful enough relationship since he had joined the Avengers, so much so that you didn’t need the added complication that would come from talking about what had happened: one time, didn't mean anything, never gonna happen again sex.

You typed away on the computer, trying to push Loki to the back of your mind as you turned up the music on your phone.

He had distracted you since Saturday when the “incident” occured. Afterwards you locked him and Thor in the containment cell to teach them a lesson about lying to you- and partially because you needed a moment to yourself before having to face the brothers Grimm.

You had even threatened to tell Tony about the entire incident just to “put the fear of God” in them. In reality, in the three days since Tony has been back at the tower, you hadn't had the slightest inkling to rat the Odisons out.

And they both knew it, too.

Though you hadn't seen Loki since releasing them from their makeshift jail, Thor had made it a point to find you once he realized you hadn't reported them.

~”I greatly appreciate you keeping this weekend a secret, Lady y/n. It means lot to my brother and I that you didn't tell Tony Stark… though I know I should tell him myself, but you see…” The god of thunder paused, trying to feel out his words carefully. “You see, I don't know if you've noticed, but Loki staying here has been a bit…”

“Messy, chaotic,” you interrupted, “Dangerous?”

“Yes, admittedly all of those things. It's just that I am all Loki has left. He doesn’t feel accepted by the Asgardians, he doesn’t feel accepted by Midgardians. I know him being here is not ideal and everyone has their doubts, but I cannot abandon my brother. So you keeping this secret for him, it really means a lot to us both. Even if he won't admit it.”~

There wasn’t much you could say to him at the time, just nod and go on about your day. Truth be told, you were keeping another secret for Loki (the two of you sleeping together) but you weren’t going to be the one to let him know.

“Shit, I’m never going to finish this,” you grumbled when you were STILL dwelling on Loki and things related to him. It wasn’t made easier that the report you were writing was practically about him.

Accepting you weren’t going to get anything done, you looked down at your mug. You didn’t know how long you had been working, but what was left of your coffee had gotten cold and you were starting to get hungry. Saving your work, you closed your laptop and ventured out of your room to the kitchen in your apartment.

You were walking through the hallway when you heard three distinct, short raps at your apartment door.

“Just a sec,” you shouted, peaking in the mirror that hung in the hall. You cursed yourself for not bothering with makeup this morning, less from the dark circles under your eyes and more for the sizable teeth marks embedded in the crook of your neck from where Loki had bitten you. You pulled your hair out of its tie and wrapped it methodically around your shoulders until you were sure it was hidden enough.

When you got to the door, you tapped the special keypad on the side to activate the two-way-mirror feature installed on all the apartment doors that allowed anyone inside to see who was at their door.

Your heart thumped extra hard at the sight of Loki standing with his hands folded behind his back, impatiently shifting from one foot to the other as he stared off down the hall nervously.

You couldn’t help but scoff, “Speak of the devil.”

Closing your eyes you tried to envision what could possibly come of speaking with him, until he knocked again in the same manner.

This time you managed to make out the squareness of his shoulders, the tightness of his lips.

He was in a serious mood, making you all the more apprehensive to answering the door.

You finally swung it open, meeting his grimace with a wide eyed and toothy smile. “Well if it isn’t everyone’s favorite My Chemical Romance backup dancer. Is there something I can help you with?”

He pulled a piece of paper out from behind his back. “We had training. We were scheduled at 0800. It is now 1200,” he told you pointedly. You couldn’t help but quirk you brow, confused that, of all things, this is what he had come to discuss.

“What a surprise. All the times I’ve had to hunt you down and drag you to training and the one day I forgot, you actually hunt ME down?” You took a moment to appreciate the poetic irony of the moment before declaring, “Yeah, I’m not doing that. I’m busy with paperwork. But I appreciate the enthusiasm, keep it up and I’ll be ready to get right on that training as soon as I’m done. Okay bye,” and you tried to shut your door.

Loki shoved his heavy boot in the doorway in time to stop it from closing.

“No, that isn't all. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you avoiding me. First you didn’t even tell me of the meeting with the man of iron Monday and, counting today, you have missed three training sessions.”

Your eyes narrowed up at him but you didn’t say anything.

What could you say, he wasn’t wrong. Even now, being this close to him, you felt an ache begin to form in the pit of your stomach. An ache you didn’t quite know how to place.

Loki cleared his throat, looking away when he told you, “While I appreciated the peace and quiet at first, now I am quite curious as to whether or not we should discuss what happened…”

You begged your heart to stop pounding in your chest, but failed. “Absolutely not, there’s no reason to do that. We can go back to our regularly scheduled bickering sessions when I’m not knee deep in this report.”

“Report, what report?” There was a height in his tone, perhaps concerned over the linguistics of your report.

“Don’t worry, it’s not on THAT. It’s about the mission in Russia last week.”

“Why?” he asked incredulously. “If I remember correctly, the mission was a success.”

“You realize you caused a woman to get hurt?”

At that Loki let out a scowl, realizing what particular moment you were speaking of. “I diverted a weapon from hitting a teammate- you, actually, if I remember correctly. I thought that’s what Avengers did was save people? Is that not what you heros are always going on about? Saving lives?”

“Not teammates lives, you greased up Link-wannabe, you’re supposed to protect civilians! Not help a building to fall on them!”

In the midst of Operation MotherLand, while coming under heavy fire from several assailants, Sam and Nat were split up from you and Loki. You had instructed Loki to maintain the four civilians with you while you tried to get the upper hand in the situation. You had managed to radio Nat and could make out a clearing to get through behind the shooters. Unbeknownst to you, someone had come up behind you with the intention of ending the stand-off. Loki instinctively grabbed hold of the man and threw him. Fortunately for you, the assailant hadn’t had time to take the shot. Unfortunately for one of the civilians, Loki had thrown the man into a column supporting the roof over your heads, crumbling the the already damaged structure. The building began collapsing around you all and, while all four civilians weren’t killed, one woman’s leg had gotten pinned under some rubble.

“I promise I’m the first one to acknowledge what you did was... helpful. But the fact remains that our job was to secure the terrorists and help any innocents who got in the crossfire. My safety, your safety, anyone else on our team, it all comes after. There is only the mission and ensuring civilians make it out.”

Squaring his jaw, Loki clicked his tongue before responding, “I’m sorry, Lady y/n. Next time I’ll simply allow the enemy to shoot you.”

The two of you locked eyes as you opened the door enough to step up to him. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen up: I didn’t join the Avengers to be saved, Loki. I’m not some damsel in distress. I joined to SAVE lives and while I love every single member on this team, I know, and they know, that if it comes to an innocent or one of us,” you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s called sacrifice. Everytime I go out, or Steve goes out, or Nat, or Sam or even Thor, we know there is always that chance that we may not come back. We do what we can to be smart about it, but the fact of the matter is innocents come first.”

“Oh! Please!” Loki snorted, pressing a finger to your chest and making you step backwards into the apartment as he moved forward. “You expect me to believe you’re so self righteous that you believe sacrifice to be the only way? The midgardian was hurt, but she lived. And you lived. Yes, she may have been worse for ware, but you would have died. I don’t see that as a bad trade.”

“Yep. Self righteous. Okay, Loki, I think that concludes this week’s episode of Days of our Lives, you can leave now,” you strained to say, no longer looking at him. This wasn’t the first time you had this fight. The two of you argued the entire flight home from Russia about this very same thing.

Letting out a sigh, you shook your head. “I’ll pick up our training when I’m done with this report. If you’re so broken up about missing training, you can go play with Tony’s simulators until then.” When he didn’t make a motion to move, you glanced up. “This is the part where you leave.”

You were stunned when, rather than turning to leave you in peace, the god of mischief stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“Loki?” you spoke softly, feeling a rise in your chest. “What are you-”

“Why didn’t you tell Tony or the others?”

The change in subject was unexpected, and honestly you wondered if he was talking about him being a Jotun or the sex you had. “Maybe I did?” you lied.

Loki snickered at the suggestion, tilting his head to show you the smirk on his face. “Please, darling, lying to the prince of lies?” He tsked. “Really. Why didn't you tell them? I know you have all been itching to cast me out, so why ruin a perfectly good opportunity?”

“Cast you out?” you repeated. You backed away, needing some distance and hoping he wouldn’t notice how tense he made you. “We don't want to cast you out, you hard headed asshat. We want you to FOLLOW DIRECTION. And NOT LIE! Two habits that CLEARLY seem to be a foreign concept for you.”

When the god of mischief only narrowed his eyes, you went on with a sigh. “Look, I already told you I won't tell anyone about you turning into Smurfette and as far as everything else,” despite yourself you blushed thinking about it, “It's really not a big deal. So much so we don't have to mention it. Ever.”

Loki watched you, no longer smiling, but deep in concentration as he mulled over what you said. “So you would keep all of this a secret?”

“What's a secret between teammates?” And in a bold action, you held out your hand. “I'll make you a deal, right now. I won't tell anyone about you being Frosty.” Loki reached out to take your hand, but you retracted it before adding, “BUT you have to promise you won't lie to me anymore cause that shit is getting real old real fast.”

The poker face the god of mischief wore was enough to make you second guess yourself, contemplating just how much risk you were taking in keeping his true Jotun bloodline from the rest of the Avengers. You had never had to keep a secret from your team and the feeling was bitter. You knew after the falling out between Steve and Tony that secrets didn’t make friends, but Loki and Thor were both right: the team didn't care for the raven haired x employee of Thanos. Any reason to discredit him would most likely result in his expulsion from the team.

But if you could train him to not be such a liability on missions, the new development might prove easier to wave off.

Before you changed your mind, Loki took your hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around your hand. “I accept.” He offered you a sly smile that only made you feel more uneasy. You hastily pulled your hand away to reach for the door’s handle.

“So now that's all cleared away, you can go play with the simulators and I can get my report….” as the door clicked out of its lock, Loki reached over your head and pushed the door back shut. You turned, looking up at him as you pressed your back to the door. “I take it there's more?” you tried to say in your normal bemused tone, when really your chest was fluttering. He was so close.

There was a darkness to his face you couldn't quite read, just different enough from his normal brooding manner to make you hold your breath.

It was the same look he had in the containment cell, minus the red eyes.

“Loki, you're sorta freaking me out, you’re not about to tell me frost giants lay eggs that burst out through people's chest right?” It was a half joke half serious concern.

“I haven't slept in days, y/n,” Loki confessed. He pressed a hand against his forehead as he went on, “Ever since I changed back -I cannot explain it- but I haven't felt… myself. Normally once a cycle is complete I feel fine but these past few days...” His eyes left yours just as you felt his hand come up and swipe through your hair. It wasn't until you saw his eyes widen that you realized he was looking at the bite mark he had left on you. “Did I...” His brow creased.

“It’s really no big deal,” you forced out, trying your damnedest to convince him so he would drop it.

His jaw clenched while he tried to read any hidden messages you may be concealed. “Y/n, are you afraid of me?”

“Excuse me? Don't be ridiculous, of course I'm not-”

“Really?” he pressed, closing the space between you before leaning down into your ear. “Because I can only imagine how terrified you must have been-” His fingers traced up your arms, sending goosebumps all over your body. “-trapped alone in a cage with a monster...”

A hard set of knocks vibrated through your back, instantly making you go quiet even before Loki’s hand came down over your mouth. You didn’t know if he did it out of reflex or because he honestly believed you would scream, but you furrowed your brow at him before smacking his hand away.

“Yes?” you called out, noting the distinctive flaring of Loki’s nostrils as he waited for you to give him away.

“Hey, it’s Nat!”

You backed off the door and shoved Loki to the side, cracking the door just enough to not be rude but also hiding the god of mischief. You smiled at your neighbor from across the hall, beaming, “Sup! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Actually, I need a favor. I got a call to go back out to run more surveillance in Russia.”

“That job has really become a shit show hasn't it?”

“You don't even know the half of it. We are all due back out after we get a bit more intelligence on the overall operation. Turns out it's a little bigger than we originally thought.”

“Isn't it always?”

She huffed in agreement before asking, “Anyway, d’ya mind feeding Maleficent for me while I’m gone? Should be back in the next day or two.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem. Her food’s in the fridge, right?”

“Yup. Alright, I’ll see you when I get back, keep the satellite phone on hand for when I get bored of listening to Sam and his invincible move on Mortal Kombat.” You were jealous Nat always got paired off with Sam on these missions; he always had the best handheld games to make the time pass.

“Most definitely,” you agreed, leaning through the doorway to hug her shoulders. “See you. And stay safe.”

“I’m so safe my codename should be Safety Nat.” She shot you a look before you began pulling your door closed. You knew when she didn't start walking that she had something else she wanted to say, only opening it back up when she came out with, “Y/n, are you okay? You’ve been kind of quiet since the meeting the with Ross. You missed our wine date.”

“We had a wine date?” you laughed.

“Every weeknight is our wine date. So you've missed two.”

“And here you are, blowing me off for tonight's date. What a terrible pair we are.” Shaking your head with another chuckle, you clarified, “I’m fine, just been working on this stupid report.”

“How much more you got left?” But she didn’t let you answer. Instead, Nat reached out and took your hand in hers. “I’m sorry you’re kinda getting drug through it because of Loki, but it’s just like that with new recruits. Sometimes you luck up and get trainees that want to give it their all, follow the rules, and always know just what to do. But sometimes you get…”

“You get someone who wants to be a solo act and doesn’t understand how to be a team player,” you finished, feeling Loki’s eyes burning on the back of your head. “But it’s fine now. We’re working on some team building skills… ya know, something to help get him ready for our next mission. ”

“Well, I wish you all the luck in the world,” she told you honestly, giving you her signature smolder before waving her fingers at you, finally heading off.

You watched her disappear into the elevator down the hall until suddenly Loki's hand caught the door and pushed it closed, nearly clipping face. “Now, where were we?“

You pressed your hand to Loki's chest, forcing him against the door, making sure he saw you didn't flinch. “Let me take this opportunity to make this perfectly clear: I am NOT afraid of you. You think just ‘cause you turn blue and have freaky eyes you scare me? Please. I've gone head to head with the Hulk after Bruce flipped out in the middle of a covert mission in Argentina. Blue, green, purple, I dont give a shit what color someone is, i’ll kick anyone’s ass that breaks off from a mission.” Loki inhaled sharply and you could tell you had made your point to the god of mischief: that he, in fact, didn't frighten you in the least.

After a long moment of the two of you trying to stare each other down, you let him go.

“You lied to your friend,” Loki grumbled under his breath while he straightened his cloak,, his eyes never once leaving you. “You said we were working on team skills.”

“We are,” you snapped back, aggravated by his relentlessness. “1800 hours. Meet in training room 7b. And don’t bring this shitty attitude.”

His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, all while he thought on the suggestion. “Alright. 1800 hours, 7b. I’ll see you then.” Retreating, he glanced over his shoulder at you one last time before closing the door behind him.

Leaning your back against the door and letting your body slide down, you couldn’t help but breath out in relief that he was finally gone. Regardless of how good your straight-face game was from years of training in special ops and concealment, you were beginning to waver. Putting your hand on your chest, you willed yourself to breath, trying to calm down enough to think straight.

How were you going to be able to train with Loki if simply looking at him made your heart race? When touching him made you breathless?

You ran your hands over your face, letting out an UGH as you remembered you still needed to go finish the report.

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