Loki Laufeyson x Reader - All Coming Back to Me - Part 2
So.... It's been a long time....
Sorry I haven't been writing in a long time, I can't even guarantee I'm back, or - more importantly - that my writing will be any good anymore!
I want to start writing again however, and I think Fan Fiction is a good place to practice, so I guess if you have any requests fire them at me and I'll see what I can do. Might not be as quick/as good as I use to be because I'm rusty and I want to dedicate some time to some original fiction too.
However, I did manage to write a small part to this series I started... It is only short and I haven't actually edited it, so I apologise if there's many mistakes, I just wanted to get something out there to shake off the cobwebs!
The characters might not be great - I obviously haven't been writing them for ages! - and I literally just wrote this so I can't say it'll be any good story-wise either...
Let me know what you think anyway!
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You had needed a change and New York certainly was it, you thought as you gazed out from the balcony over the city below. The wind whipped coolly at your shoulders, but you welcomed the cold reminding of you the home you had left for here. Permanently? You weren’t sure. At least you head didn’t hurt here. Your heart not ache for something else.
Here wasn’t home. You knew that. No city could be, you enjoyed greenery too much.
You sighed out loud, rubbing the goose bumps on your exposed arms. Movement out of the corner of your eye made you turn as someone entered the living space behind you through the glass doors. Barton raised his hand in greeting to you as he moved through to the kitchen. You smiled pleasantly back, lifting your hand off your arm briefly to return his gesture.
You glanced once more out at the overcast city sky then ventured back inside, the warmth immediately making your skin tingle pleasantly.
“Coffee?” Barton called from the kitchen, noticing your entrance.
“Tea, if that’s ok.” You replied with an apologetic smile
“Of course.” He smirked, catching your anxiety and trying to put you at ease.
You wandered a few paces as you thought over your words. “Have you seen, Thor?” You eventually called, voice cracking slightly and you flinched silently in embarrassment.
If Barton noticed, he ignored it. “He’s out bringing in trouble.” He answered, turning now to place too steaming mugs on the kitchen’s breakfast bar. You frowned. Barton raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “His brother.” He clarified.
Of course, you thought, wrapping your hands around your mug.
“Should be back any moment though.” Barton reassured you, monitoring your expression. You nodded in thought, eyes on the liquid steaming calmly between your hands. “You know him?” Barton ventured after a moment.
“Hm?” You glanced up, having been lost in thought, though you couldn’t have said what that thought had been about.
Barton’s eyes crinkled with a teasing, but friendly, smirk, “Do you know Loki?” He repeated patiently, “You seem pretty close with Thor.”
You felt an odd ache in your forehead. It wasn’t a sharp pain like a headache, but it was an odd discomfort. It then vanished as soon as it had come. You lifted your hand to rub the spot, but the pain did not return. You frowned, but then shook your head, offering a smile to Barton’s concerned look. “Slight head ache.” You explained, then nodded, “Yes, I would say I am reasonably close with Thor, I must admit I feel like I’ve known him since we were only children.” So how did I not know he had a brother? “But I have never met Loki.” You confessed, bringing the tea up to your lips, “I didn’t even know he had a brother.” You said taking a sip.
Barton frowned slightly, seemingly as confused as you. “Well if I were you I tried to miss him again, he isn’t the best guy to hang out with.” He muttered, swing his own coffee cup up to take a drink.
“Why?” You frowned, intrigued.
“He isn’t much like Thor… Except the powers.” Barton conceded, “Their personalities are quite different. Personally I’ve had a run in or two with him. Don’t wish to relive it.” He admitted.
At that moment an intercom beeped and Tony Starks voice filled the room, “Point breaks back. Get yourselves ready.” There was a pause. “And despite what Thor said I’m still gonna be packing a bit of wallop up my sleeve just in case - anyone else is welcome to join me.”
The intercom shut off.
“Well,” Barton sighed, moving out of the kitchen and into the living space with you, “if you don’t mind me, that’s my cue to get as far away as possible.” He smirked, though the humour didn’t breach his stony eyes this time. “Good luck.” He muttered, patting you upper arm as he moved past you, disappearing out into the corridor beyond.
You frowned after him, confused how a person could be that bad you had to hide from them. You perched on the nearest bar stool and waited.
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“[Y/N]?”
“Brother!” Thor grabbed his brother’s arm as he lunged forward before the bright light of the rainbow bridge had completely vanished.
“She’s here isn’t she? Where is she?” Loki demanded almost desperately, eyes darting over the open landing pad at the top of the Avengers Tower.
“Hello to you too, reindeer games.” Tony greeted dryly and Loki turned to face him, his expression clouding with annoyance.
“Where is she?” Loki demanded again, a bite to his tone now.
“Brother, relax.” Thor soothed, squeezing Loki’s shoulder reassuringly, “She’s not here right now.”
“Not here?!” Loki snarled, turning on Thor, “You told me-“
“She is with Agent Romanoff.” Thor interrupted calmly, dropping his hand from Loki’s shoulder.
Loki’s eyes flickered with relief momentarily, “Well, where?”
“Out.” Thor shrugged.
“Why?!”
“For exactly this reason, brother.” Thor stated, gesturing at up and down his brother. Loki shook his head, scowling incredulously. “Loki, she doesn’t know who you are, you’ll scare her.” Thor explained.
“Hang on, back up –“ Tony began, stepping forward, confused.
“She’ll know me the minute she sees me.” Loki stated, brushing off Thor’s concerns.
“I wouldn’t be so sure brother.”
“Woah,” Tony interrupted, stepping forward again, holding a hand up to get them to stop, “care to fill in the rest of the class, kids?” Tony asked, waving his hand in a circle to include himself and the two that lingered behind him. Loki glared down at Stark, but the man didn’t seem to care. Thor glanced around the rest of the landing pad at the few other team members that had dared to greet him on his return with his brother. Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner still stood back watching his brother’s entrance with a mixture of hesitancy and bewilderment.
“My brother has a history with [Y/N].” Thor admitted, addressing the others, “However she has no memory of this history.” Thor glanced at his brother. Loki’s enthusiasm seemed to faltered and he now moved away from his brothers gaze, heading towards the edge of the landing pad, staring blindly at the scenery beyond.
“What do you mean she has no memory?” Tony frowned, also glancing towards Loki’s back.
“Something happened a long time ago. We don’t know what.” He confessed. “Neither I nor Loki were there.” Loki seemed to flinch at that. “When I returned she spoke to me as if nothing had changed…” Thor trailed off, glancing over at this brother’s now dejected-looking figure. “Except she knew nothing of my brother, nor anything he had ever done.”
“A sort of memory loss?” Rogers frowned.
“A very specific one.” Banner added. “Any ideas what caused it?”
Thor shook his head.
“Hang on, is that the only reason he’s here?” Stark frowned, jutting a finger over at Loki whose back visibility stiffened at the question.
Thor looked back to his brother, pity in his eyes. ”It is what convinced him.” He confessed with a nod, then turned his head back to the others, “But I truly mean for this to be a rehabilitation for him. I assure you he has changed.”
No one seemed convinced.
There was a moment’s pause before Loki turned. “Well, thank you all for your strong vote of confidence.” He sneered dryly at the team, “Now I’ve had my very warm welcome, might I be shown to my new room?”
“Oh course, brother.” Thor clapped him on the back and Loki scowled.
“Just don’t get too comfortable.” Tony muttered, turning back to the tower’s entrance.
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Loki x Reader - Oneshot - Holding Hands
It's been a while to say the least. I'm not doing anything this weekend, just got off a night shift and am staying up all day so sleep deprived. For some reason that is when my fan fiction ideas come to be. It's been so long I can't even remember how to format on here - or what a oneshot or drabble is so bear with me if this isn't quite right! Just thought some people might appreciate this - maybe?
I won't tag anyone because it's been so long half the people probably don't even care or aren't on here anymore!
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
"Hold my hand."
"Hm?" Loki glanced up from the book open on his lap.
"Hold my hand." You repeated shaking your outstretched hand at where he sat on the sofa in the living quarters of the tower.
"Excuse me?" Loki asked, quirking an eyebrow at you and glancing between your serious face and offered hand.
"Hold my hand." You urged once again.
"And why would I do that?" Loki queried with a frown that suggested he thought the idea rather repulsive.
"Just do it."
Loki continued to frown but now lifted his hand slightly, hesitated, then finally reached out to you. He tensed when you touched, but then relaxed when nothing happened, his face returning to his usual bored expression. "Now what?"
A wide smile spread across your face. "Nothing." You grinned, "But it didn't kill you did it?"
Loki scowled, immediately dropping your hand and returning his eyes to his book dismissively.
You continued to grin as you turned to leave, "Human touch," You called over your shoulder on your way out, "All I'm saying - it's not that bad!" You shrugged, your back to him as you sauntered out of the room.
Loki made no comment, seeming to ignore you, yet unable to help glancing up at the empty doorway once you'd left, baffled by your weird behavior.
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