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miyalove · 4 years

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hi!!! i saw your requests are open :) can you write about tsukishima going on a date with the reader and splitting a strawberry shortcake with them? just overall fluff and cuteness and teasing too!! thanks dylan :)

—pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader

—warnings: swearing, name-calling, fluffy fluff!!, unedited*

—synopsis: 1.7k | a simple “hang out” leads to tsukishima defining the relationship... kinda

—a/n: you didn’t specify if you wanted headcanons or a scenario, so i’m gonna go with the latter! thank you for requesting, lara! trully you’re amazing 💞✨ + requests are open!

“so what exactly is happening, right now?” you’re eyeing the taller boy beside you. a brow quirked up in question and you can’t help but study his face. he doesn’t respond much to your words. it’s only when you tug on your side of the earbud the two of you are sharing when he finally notices you’ve stopped writing notes down.

“are you really that dense?” he cocks his head down, his infamous smirk lays on his lips and you can’t help the butterflies that erupt in your chest. you don’t say anything in return though, waiting for him to finish his thoughts.

sighing, he pushes his glasses up causing a sudden gleam to appear, “we’re studying, idiot,” he’s not looking your way anymore, “we’ve been studying for an hour by now.”

he spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. and perhaps it was, however that wasn’t what you meant. shrugging, you turn your attention to out the window. it is because of your silence that tsukishima knows there’s something wrong.

but he goes back to his notes because he knows that you have known him long enough that, if you ever wanted to talk about something serious he’s all ears. you didn’t need him to reassure you that he’s there for you because at this point you should know.

he knows you’ll let it out eventually, but for know, he’ll wait until you’re ready. from his peripherals, he sees you ease back into your notes. grabbing at your lost pen that rolled across the table and opening up your textbooks.

shifting in his seat, the two of you are engulfed in a comfortable silence. only being broken when he wants to compare answers or when you want him to skip the song. another few hours pass, when the two of you decide a break is very much needed.

your back feels stiff and despite resting your head on tsukishima’s shoulder, you’re still feeling a bit unease at the sudden thought you had before. what exactly is happening right now, plays in your head like a broken record.

because to say the truth, you didn’t know. the two of you are hanging out, right? two friends just sharing notes and going over answers to their latest assignment.

then why do you have the urge to hold his slender hand in yours whenever he points out an important tidbit of information in the textbook.

if you’re just two friends hanging out then why does he suddenly lean closer to you when you talk? like he’s enchanted with every word you say. golden eyes beaming in something you know is more than just a friend feeling.

your thoughts are running wild, tsukishima being the main reason why despite having a huge exam in the upcoming week. without any thinking, your mouth is running, “kei, what is happening, right now?”

you don’t dare make eye contact. you know that if you do, your inquires will die on your tongue when your eyes meet his shining ones.

“did you hit your head? you asked me that hours ago, (y/n),” you can hear the concern wavering in his voice. even if his tone sounded obnoxious, behind that you know tsukishima kei cared for you.

why else would he want to “hang out” so often? why else would he linger his hand on your thigh when no one was looking? why else would he—

“alright, spit it out already,” you’re broken out of your thoughts at his words. when you finally look up at him, your eyes are wide and filled with panic. there’s a slight blush on your cheeks and tsukishima can’t help but to chuckle at your expression.

cute, he thinks.

despite his soft spot for you, his words remain teasing, “hurry it up, shortie. i’m thinking of ordering something and i don’t want to eat when you’re off brooding in the corner. it’s disturbing.”

at this point, he’s reading you like a book which isn’t a surprise, you’ve known that he’s quite the observant type ever since that one time you’re shitty ex broke your heart and he miraculously knew that your favorite comfort food was ice cream.

tsukishima knows everything there is to know about you, even if he won’t admit it but, here you were wishing the same thing for you. with that thought in mind, you let out a shaky sigh, catching the blonde’s attention instantly.

“are we really just ‘hanging out’, kei... i’m asking what’s happening here between the two of us.”

you’re expecting a blunt answer because that’s exactly what tsukishima is; blunt. what you don’t expect is to hear him cackle right in front of you. he’s clutching his stomach, hand covering his mouth as he tries his very best to suppress his laughter and failing miserably.

his brows are furrowed, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and even despite him making fun of you, you can’t help but reach out and gently slide it back into place. you can feel the heat spreading all over your face as you lean into his figure.

his laughter is suddenly dying down, golden eyes connect with yours. there’s a stillness between the two of you that you’re not willing to break. you’re scared he’s just gonna laugh in your face again if you say another word. stupid boy, your mind mocks.

unconsciously he leans into your touch and your hand slides down from his temple to hold his cheek in yours. there’s a soft smile playing at his lips and you stare praying that the image of a smiling tsukishima stays etched into your thoughts.

“that’s what all that fuss was about? what you don’t like hanging out with me?” you can’t even focus on your words because suddenly your hand is on fire with the way he slowly moves to rest his hand on top of yours. his voice dies down with the sudden tenderness that’s being displayed between the two of you.

this is a game to him. that’s evident from the lasting smug grin he’s still wearing. finally getting some sense back into you, you decide two can play this game.

“what if i say no?”

his eyes narrow at your words. there you were again, the confident teasing person that he’s liked for a while now. he hates when you get all quiet and moody. the only way he knows how to snap you back into reality was, no shocker there, teasing you until you let it all out.

“then i guess we just have to stop hanging out then. that’s too bad,” he feigns a pout. you can’t help but roll your eyes at his mock sadness. wanting to snap back at him, you point an accusing finger in his way.

with sharp words on the tip of your tongue, you’re caught off guard when a third party joins on to your banter, “here’s your shortcake, sir!” staring at the women standing before you, she smiles.

“thanks,” and with that she give kei a small bow before backing away.

immediately, tsukishima is digging into the sweet treat. picking at the whipped cream and catching a strawberry slice in his fork, he guides it to his mouth. you can’t help but eye the savory slice of cake right in front of you. the threat you were about to cry out is suddenly forgotten.

“you look awfully hungry over there, (y/n),” he slices into the cake, frosting sipping down on the plate before bitting down on the fork once more.

your eyes never leave the treat, “when did you order that?”

“when you were being all weird about us ‘hanging out’,” he picks off another piece, and your mouth is practically watering at how delicious the fluffy cake looks.

“tell me you like hanging out with me and maybe i’ll consider giving you some. sound like a deal, shortie?”

there are two outcomes; the first one being that you do admit that you like hanging out with him and he ends up being true to his words or he just wants you to fuel his ego. as you think the options through, the blonde doesn’t let up on his chomping besides you.

with each bite, the tasty treat gets smaller and smaller until—

“fine, i like hanging out with you. happy?” he chuckles, passing you a spare fork that he somehow just had. had he asked the waitress for another while you weren’t paying attention again?

“extremely, actually.”

the two of you pick at the mouthwatering cake until eventually there is but one bit left. there’s a sudden tension as the two of you both notice the situation you’re in. one bite left... however two mouths crave the sweet sensation of the airy treat on their tongue.

without hesitation, you’re both diving in fork first. a battle the two of you often have is who gets the last bite especially when it comes to shortcakes as you both share a common love for the creamy dessert.

you’re competitive side pops out when you end up stabbing the whipped covered treat on your metal prongs. you cheer, waving your fork in the air making sure to rub your victory right in the blonde’s cute, stupid face.

“yanno, i’m kind of peeved you agreed this was just a ‘hang out’. i like the sound of date better,” one word, four letters and suddenly you’ve forgotten all about your boisterous cheering.

you feel stunted. unable to move because did tsukishima just admit to liking you? the tsukishima kei? the same guy that randomly decides to have you “fend for yourself” at parties because he just wants to leave? that tsukishima?

snapping your head at his taller figure. that familiar heat is on your face again and you just know, you look like a cherried fool.

taking advantage of your stiffness, tsukishima dives head first for your fork that lies limp in the air. swiftly chomping on the last bit of shortcake, he doesn’t bother checking up on you as he enjoys the delight.

it takes you exactly two seconds to realize what just happened. it takes you three to actually say something.

“goddamn it, tsukishima kei. i absolutely despise you.” you scowl at his victorious grin. not knowing weather you want to wipe that smug little smile off with your fist or lips.

“then why do you want this to be a date so bad if you do, hhm?”

“i— shut up, tsukki!”

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Loki Baby Pt 3

Pt 1 - Pt 2 -- @sdavid09, @theincaprincess tnx for helping me with some ideas for this and future parts

“You only stayed 15 minutes? Are you kidding me?!”

Crepes, eggs, toast and fresh fruit, the scents filled the air along with a whiff of brewing tea and welcomed the Prince back to consciousness. A wide grin spreading across his lips on his sitting up to look over the room he had been given confirming it wasn’t a dream. In his move to shift from bed he turned his head looking at the buzzing phone on the nightstand he had silenced the day before. Lifting it curiously he eyed the list of unanswered texts from Thor, whom he had sent a message the night before to keep him from flying into another downward spiral after the last time he imagined he’d been lost to his brother. With a sigh Loki raised the phone and went into the bathroom to freshen up before joining you.

“Good morning Thor. I am well.”

Thor promptly fired back, “Where is she keeping you?!”

“I joined Miss Pear on her trip to Paris. We will be back in a few days, upon which she is allowing me to move in with her.”

“Brother, Stark does not trust her!”

“Nor does he trust me. The trust of that Midguardian matters little to me.”

“Brother you should be careful.”

“I have consulted Heimdal, who informed me Mother approves of my place with Miss Pear.”

Thor, losing his protective rage asked, “Where are you going to live?”

Loki, “Fifth Avenue. Quite an impressive estate, even in the city.”

“Will I be allowed to visit you?”

“Yes, however you will be restricted against using Mjolner inside. Miss Pear has seen you call it before and does not wish for there to be any damage to the building.”

“Why would I damage your new home? Have you uncovered the mystery behind Miss Pear’s identity?”

“That matters little. I see no sinister motive or behavior from Miss Pear, no matter what Stark says. If there is a reason her name had to be changed I am certain it was for good reason.”

“Stark asked me not to share this with you, however, her technology is well beyond what even Stark can design. That is why he is frightened of her.”

“Her jet is more powerful too. However, Stark is not the only one with connections. Stark has been producing his own creations for just years now, her company has been around for over a decade now.”

“True.”

“Now, If you will excuse me, my breakfast is getting cold.”

“Stay safe Brother.”

“Try to not let Stark worry you. I will message you later.”

Once his teeth were brushed he exited the room and joined you at the table with an easy grin seeing you primped and fully dressed for the day, “My apologies, I had to message my brother to calm him down. He worries so since the last time he believed me dead.”

“Not a problem.”

Flicking his napkin out he then draped across his lap he said, “It looks delicious, thank you.”

“Well I figured you might be waking up hungry soon. Better to be prepared.”

Slicing a piece of the crepe off his eyes lingered on yours asking, “Busy day today, Miss Pear?” Lifting the piece to ease off the fork between his lips.

“Jaqi, and not really. Few brief stops, but all that should be through by three at the latest.”

He nodded as he swallowed the piece after chewing then wet his lips to ask, “I shall have a lunch prepared for you then.”

His brow twitched in your smirk at him saying, “No need to limit your day. You have my card, your key to the room is by the fruit bowl in the sitting room. Enjoy Paris, don’t limit your trip on my account.”

“I insist, Miss Pear.”

Making you chuckle to yourself, and playfully reply, “How could I argue against that, Prince Loki.” Looking down again to fill your fork his actions paused and he looked you over not understanding his moment of irritation at your addressing him formally after he had insisted on doing the same for you.”

Through the meal you shared more at his asking of your tedious stops before you filled the empty breakfast cart he pushed outside the room as you left saying, “Enjoy Paris. You have my number if you need anything and if you require it the app with the lettered boulder on it is a translating app.” He nodded and turned inside, closing the door and peering around only to feel as his moments of tentative inspection of his new surroundings had passed a smile spreading across his face at his freedom to inspect the city. Or at least the closest few blocks as to not wander too far should you return early or need him for something.

Mint green was the choice of shirt he had chosen, his smirk continued to spread in adding his new slacks and dress boots to complete the look after his daily primping had been taken care of. A stolen moment inspecting his reflection his heart fluttered on the cusp of feeling happy at the chance of freedom. With the key and card in his pocket he made his way down the hall to the elevator, a short ride later and the lobby sat mostly empty but no less full of life in the chattering of those scattered throughout. The streets seemed to give off a sensation of ease lulling him into the direction of the markets nearby.

Small shops welcomed and each held new glimmers of nostalgia he could possibly purchase to remember this trip. Not one in the first shop seemed right though, it had to be just right, if he was to be spending a great deal of time with you he would want it to be something meaningful. A tap of the app on his phone and he smirked as it translated the conversations of the people he passed in subtitles across the screen above the musical note icon he had to press for his worlds to be translated for them in return. This was enjoyable, simply sneaking peaks into the lives of those around him while he browsed.

Still he wished to learn for himself, he knew several languages from back home and had to pick up Mandarin and Russian when in hiding in his first trip to earth. But you spoke French and had hinted to knowing more languages as well, and traveled here often, the poetry and classics of this world often hinted to France or even Italy, so those were two he had to learn if not for his own pleasure but to possibly impress you.

It was something he wanted to shake, an overpowering urge to be worthy, to be impressive and treasured for himself, something only his mother had done. And now he wanted that from you, his tiny protector, he wanted, if he would see himself as a prize of some sort to be the best in your possession to keep you from wandering to any other. You had mentioned him traveling home, he could leave yes, but he never wanted you to be the one to leave him, because if he left to Asgard he could always come back, he would never just abandon you. Yet if this was truly just financial for you that notion absolutely terrified him. If it was just pity or empathy, it would crush him, if it was nothing more than a kind hand out instead of something genuine, something that could grow or be built on in time. He had found something, no, someone truly precious to him here, even if he didn’t understand why yet, and he never wanted to have that tie severed beyond repair.

Tapes and a book on learning French were collected and paid for from this shop and then he was onto the next where he found his reminder, a color splattered painting with a man and woman silhouetted under an umbrella facing one another with hands locked. You weren’t a couple yet your statement of holding an umbrella over his head stuck with him, a subtle beginning marked in something you both would only know. It was just a photograph sized painting on a flat easel he could easily mount with one of those annoying stick backed hooks from the commercials spouting that there was no damage to the walls that sent Hawkeye into a rant about decorations his girls wanted up that all decided to drop at the same time in the middle of the night terrifying the house with sudden screams.

Chuckling to himself he continued to browse around the block then went back to the hotel to wait for you. Lounging on a couch he kicked his feet up and settled back with book in hand hearing the first introductory statement on the learning French tapes he put on from the player he got from his bag when putting the painting away. Grinning to himself at the new challenge ahead.

Slender with a wooden handle coated in golden etchings tapering up to a silver column topped with a crystal flame with three bent prongs surrounding it the long elegant pen in your hand slid to the end of your fingers to be flipped up again to slide down once more above your lap. A rare design none on this planet could ever find again, at least not for the purpose intended, all contracts had been signed necessary and the pen tip had been twisted back inside again hidden behind the sliding hatch. Your godfather had given it to you and for what it could do it marked the half of your lineage from your mother’s side.

A long assumed dead race you and your father had helped tear from an extinction of a war through a wormhole landing you here, though taking out a blasted Dalek ship by crashing it into a hoard of Weeping Angels formations. Though one seemed to clip part of your ship landing you on this planet instead of the clear half of the galaxy Gallifrey. Stuck on this planet away from the restored planet your mother was currently serving a life sentence on, though you were allowed supervised visitations each decade. Another of which was coming up meaning you would have to think of what to say to Loki when they arrived with her.

It wasn’t hard keeping focused on the tasks sent to you here, tiny things here and there the Council had warned you of. True they could have just sent you the parts necessary, though with the strict limits on who could travel to this Earth your delivery had been backdated for quite some time, which for a race of time travelers was absurd to say the least. So the attack of the Chitauri Loki had led here was excellent, not exactly what you needed but it laid the groundwork to craft what you did from their core elements. Loki might not fully understand just what he had done for you but you owed him a great deal more than just suits and comfort.

A glimpse up had your grin easing across your lips again in accepting another piece of paper you eyed the basic write up on. The crude outline with your pen was corrected and edited into a far more logical plan none of these modern eclectic obsessed millennials all hoping to break their first million by hitching their wagons to your successful company. No matter what though their egos would never be pleased and you were starting to get quite a reputation as picky and honestly you didn’t really care as long as your task was being handled to the T. Tiny things you were allowed to assist with, and your tiny thing would coat most major cities by the end of three years from now, but it was allowed for the grander scheme of things. Major cities was where they went to remain on the borders, to blend in, to be seen but unseen, and you had to do what you could to destroy the few Weeping Angels that had fallen to Earth with you.

A few more flips of your pen and you pocketed your pen that eased right into its shrinking holster inside of your pocket to keep it from being stolen, through the stroll back into the hall you headed straight for the elevator. Turning at the cautioning sign you made the way to the stairs drawing out your phone at a call from one of your workers from New York. “Trish, how is the Bechkmen deal going?” You asked trotting down the stairs.

“Good, we have confirmation of the final delivery, that’s been emailed to you. Should be installed by next week. How’d the meeting go with Tula?”

“Good, not even 20 minutes and done.”

“You only stayed 15 minutes? Are you kidding me? How do you even do that?”

Softly you giggled, “What can I say, inherited my Daddy’s charm and Momma’s wicked schemes. Hard to argue with me, especially when my name’s on all the papers and buildings.”

She chuckled replying as you reached the ground floor, “About the papers, a certain Prince has been spotted on your arm in Paris, anything serious?”

With a grin you replied, “I’m going to be hopeful, so it could be.”

“Well I hope so too, Lord knows you deserve a good romance after all this business nonsense. Nonstop for years now with not a date in sight. I was about to buy you a cat.”

“Hey, cats are adorable, and would probably suit my lifestyle better than a puppy. Very self sufficient.” Making her giggle as you did, “I will be fine, enjoy your weekend trip with Stanley.”

She giggled again, “I will, enjoy your Prince.”

“I will, Ta.”

A buzz from your phone came from a message Loki had sent making you smirk, “Ordered lunch, hope chicken will suit your tastes for the evening.”

“Chicken sounds perfect. Be back in ten.”

Wetting his lips Loki fidgeted his fingers strolling around the table correcting the seats after timing your arrival to the second. Again he stole another glance at the tablet and eyed the confirmation box asking if he was certain if he wanted to place his order flashing over the itemized list of all he had chosen. The ding of the elevator spread a grin across his lips and he had to fight against racing to the door, a knock however had him heading over to it anyways. The food tray was eased in and emptied on the table with wine uncorked and the man accepting a bill from the amount you had given him earlier in case he needed cash then hurried out with a grin of his own. Again Loki circled the table correcting the alignment and grinned again hearing the elevator once more and the key in the door not a moment after.

Peering around anxiously he grabbed the tablet then sat on the edge of the living room feigning distraction so he could peer up aloofly with a quick grin, “Ah, just in time. Food only just arrived.”

“Good.” Crossing the room you eyed his rise from the couch and glanced at the tablet he seemed eager to show you, “Decide on your layout?”

“Partly,” he wet his lips and showed you the screen with the flashing confirm button making you smirk up at him, “Looks like all you have to do is push that button.” Passing him to stroll to the table you could hear him turn around, his lips pursed in a moment of panic until you turned lifting the wine bottle to fill the glasses set out.

“That’s it?”

Your eyes shifted to him and he inhaled straightening on his feet tapping his fingers against the back of the tablet, “If you are certain, just, hit the button.”

“You do, not even want, to check the list?”

“Why would I?” You asked lifting your glass to your lips for a sip.

“I-,” he glanced down at the tablet again then up to you and then down again and hit the button, peering up again just as fast when it flashed and turned to an icon spiraling then changing into another icon reading ‘Ordered’ looking up again he caught your smirk in extending the other glass of wine.

In a step closer he reached out accepting it with a sheepish grin melting wider at your lifting your glass in a mock toast in which his brow inched up and you said, “You don’t need my approval. You’ve got way more sense than others assume.”

After his sip he swallowed and his brow ticked up, “Many would argue that fact.”

“Oh yes, Banner for one, calling you a, bag of cats, I believe it was.” You said sitting down in the chair behind you.

“Among other things.” He mumbled and took another sip of wine lowering to sit in the chair at your left.

“You are not a bag of cats,”

“Clearly,”

Making you smirk as you teased, “Elk in a blazer seems more fitting,”

A chortle from him had him puckering his lips to keep from spitting out his wine in a playful glance sent your way in your lifting your forks and the lid to your food to be set aside. “Funny.”

“Well I had to mention the horns.” Making him chuckle in uncovering his own plate, “Lovely choice on lunch. Did you enjoy the city?”

“I traveled the block. It was fun.”

“Good. Saw some for a film if you were up for it tonight, unless you’d rather stay in? Get a glimpse of Paris at night.”

Loki grinned at you, “Sounds lovely.”

“Don’t worry, this theater plays the classics complete with subtitles instead of French dubbing, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.”

A day of relaxing and exploring for him lapsed into a night out where his hand fixed in yours again and he grinned kindly at the people you spoke with and he kept glancing back along the way seeing the familiar blonde disguised Natasha sneaking after you both. In a glance back down at you he wet his lips as you asked, “Just Natasha or is Hawkeye with her?”

“I, haven’t seen him.”

“Pity, he hates black and white films.”

“They follow you often?”

Smirking at him you replied, “They won’t for long, they always leave.”

“And why is that?”

“Let’s just say they always tend to get distracted.” A subtle reach into your pocket brought out your phone he saw as you were waiting for tickets, you tapped an app with a bright red A and it automatically triggered the phone Stark had given her to start broadcasting one of those screaming goats videos making her cuss and start frantically tapping the buttonless screen. Her stolen glance up at you both had her huff at your joint wave at her in her eye rolling turn away making you giggle and say, “You should have seen Hawkeye jump the first time I set that off.”

Making him chuckle, “How long have they been following you?”

“Them, few years. Mainly a few hours till I catch them then they can enjoy the city. One time Hawkeye brought his family out to Florida to see the sights when I caught him.”

“At least he’s getting some use out of it.” He wet his lips then said, “How did you do that? With your phone?”

“Oh, Stark uses the same basic security SHIELD does. Easy to hack and broadcast what you want.”

“So, if you can do that, why haven’t you broken up his company or anything like that?”

Smirking up at him you said, “Because I prefer to be a nuisance right back to him, not ruin the lives of all his employees.”

“Ah, because you couldn’t possibly just take over and knock him out.”

“If you knew my family you would know that to be impossible.” Stepping forward you selected the tickets and he paid leading the way into the theater, he wanted to ask more about your family but didn’t think it proper for knowing you for so little amount of time. Though it was added to his list of things to do once he had settled in.

Night again had him parting with you in opposite doorways and the morning had another parting after breakfast freeing the Prince to try for another round in the blocks of shops around the hotel. Two streets after he’d left he vanished from sight startling Natasha in her seat at a café, flinching clearly at his popping up in the seat beside her Loki asked, “Are you quite done stalking me?”

Turning her head she asked, “How did you spot me?”

Loki, “You have no shifting abilities, and what could Stark possibly want? I am sight seeing. Is he afraid more Chitauri are going to come raining down from the sky because that is what he is pushing me to.”

“Stark is more curious what Pear wants from you.”

Straight faced he replied, “She’s hired me as her personal hooker.” Natasha raised a brow at him and he said, “I’ve been alive for over a thousand and a half years, you would be surprised what I have learned. There’s your answer.”

“An entire wardrobe for her hooker?”

“Pretty woman is fairly common a film, besides, I perform better when I look good. A trait you might find sympathies with.”

Smirking at him she raised her cup again, “Hooker,” taking a sip finishing the cup, “Hooker it is. Enjoy Paris, Prince Loki.” She stood up and chuckled to herself, “Oh I can’t wait to tell Stark.” Catching his smirk she said, “I’ll send you pictures.”

“I look forward to them. Enjoy your flight.”

“Oh I will,” she said lowering her sunglasses from the top of her head in her saunter for her sports car parked by the side of the street. Making him smirk and get up continuing on his way to explore more of the city in her path to the waiting jet.

Thor, fully enraged inhaled and in Stark’s irritated brow twitch at Natasha the blonde Prince stated, “My brother is no Hooker!”

Natasha shrugged, “I am merely stating the facts. She is dropping a lot of cash on him for someone she just met.”

Thor, “That does not mean he is her Hooker! He informed me Mother knows of her and approves of his place living with her!”

Stark, “Woah,woah! Living? With her?”

Thor nodded, “Yes, Loki stated that she had agreed to house him when they returned.”

Stark, ‘That was the first time they have spoken! He nearly destroyed the world!”

Natasha, “To be fair, the past few years we’ve done more damage than he has. Thor alone-,”

Stark waved his hand, “That is beside the point.”

Thor, “If Loki trusts her I trust her.”

Stark turned to him, “He’s stabbed you!”

Thor waved his hand, “He is my brother. What brothers haven’t traded non lethal blows from time to time?”

Sam, “Most siblings, at least on this planet.”

Vision next to Wanda stated, “Statistically, Sam would be correct.”

Natasha, “Either way, they know you’ve been having them followed. Pear’s caught us each time for years now.”

Stark, ‘I’ll just have to send someone they don’t expect.”

Pt 4

#Loki x Reader OC #Tale Teller’s 52 Week Writing Challenge

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