Bucky x reader is an assassin avengers are after reader finds an apartment with bucky. Don't know who they are. Bucky notices her wounds and comments on it.
Possible ending bucky puts two and two together. And asks are you this person and potential fight insues.. and reader realizes they like bucky and don't want to fight him
A/N: This was inspired by a random post that I cannot refind. Nonetheless! Here it is! Words: 1,961
"Okay, Mz. Y/L/N," Your boss says darkly. "I'll give you one last chance on this mission. You have 3 months. If the Winter Soldier isn't dead by the end of those 3 months-" He cuts off in a menacing chuckle. "Well, you understand."
"Yes, sir. I won't disappoint you." With that, he hands you a bundle of money, holding onto it firmly.
"You'd better pray you don't," He says, getting the final word before letting you go. You gulp and nod, gathering your things and hurrying out. Your parents had moved out of the country when you were very young. You only remembered a little about your hometown back in the states. When you became a teen, you realized that your ‘Uncle’ that visited your Dad every week was actually a mob boss. You never understood how, but somehow your Dad had gotten into deep debt when he moved to this country and the only way he could pay it off was by working for the mob. Once you turned 18, your dear old ‘Uncle’ hired you too as a way of helping to finish paying your Dad’s debts. You wanted to move back to the States but the only way your ‘Uncle’ let you go was if you agreed to do something for him. That something was taking down his enemies. He trained you to be a master assassin and sent you on missions throughout the States. This one was different though.
Usually it was quick in and out jobs. This one was going to be longer. Your ‘Uncle’ told you that this target would need a different tactic. You’re not familiar with the background of your target outside of the fact that he is a wanted criminal in the country your ‘Uncle’ lives in. You were instructed to rent a small apartment near something called ‘Avengers Tower’ in NYC. Your ‘Uncle’ told you that this would be the best way to monitor your target without getting too close.
Unfortunately, the money he had given you wasn’t enough to cover rent, food, and other general expenses and you were afraid to ask for more. As you roamed the streets, wondering where you’d spend the night, you saw an ad in a window for an apartment-mate. Deciding that if the person was a murderer you could kill them first, you go to the address and knock on the door.
“Hi, I’m here about the apartment share?” You ask the man who answers.
“Um, yes, of course,” He replies, hesitantly. “Are you still interested?”
“Seeing now that you’re a man asking for a roomie? Yeah, I’m still interested. As long as you don’t make a habit of walking around naked, I couldn’t care less. May I come in now?” You ask. The man steps aside and lets you in, an astonished look on his face. “My name’s-um, Y/A/N Y/A/L. Yours?”
“My-” He gasps, stepping in front of you again. “You don’t know who I am?”
“Um, no, am I supposed to?” He chuckles softly and shakes his head. “Sorry, I’ve been living out of the country for a long while.”
“Oh, well, I suppose you don’t have to know me,” He smiles. “Are you alright with the price?” You nod and hand him the first month’s rent.
“Does that answer your question?” He grins and nods, shaking your hand. “Well then its a deal!”
A couple weeks pass, neither of you questioning the other’s schedule. You do surveillance on the Winter Soldier, seeing him come and go from the tower, but you never get a good view of his face. Meanwhile, you and your roommate, Bucky, have been getting closer. To your great surprise, he’s an old fashioned type guy. After the experience you’d had dealing with your ‘Uncle’ and his cronies, you found Bucky’s style refreshing. He was such a gentleman.
One day last week, while watching the Soldier, you finally got a shot but unfortunatly he moved at the last second and it only grazed him. You cursed under your breath and thought nothing of it when later Bucky came home with a bandage on his arm. After all, he did say he was clumsy. Now today, you managed to catch the Soldier alone in an old, dark, smelly warehouse and you’ve found yourself physically fighting him. Both of you wielding your respective knives, lunging at each other. He catches your leg, you catch his side. It ends suddenly, both of you hurrying away before you can see him well.
That night, you’re back at the apartment eating dinner and watching a movie when Bucky finally comes back. “Sorry I’m back so late. Uh, work kinda, well, today was unexpected.”
“No worries. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you want. I just got takeout today. I hurt my leg this afternoon and didn’t feel like standing and cooking.” He hums an agreement and gets the leftovers, sticking them in the microwave. He leans in the doorway, checking out what you’re watching. His eyes wander to you and he notices the bandage you have on your leg. He frowns softly, remembering the fight earlier. He didn’t get a good look at his attacker but he remembers the fighting style seemed distinctly femanine.
“It couldn’t be,” He mumbles to himself. The girl he’s come to know the past few weeks is the complete opposite of the assassin fighter he faced today. “Hey, Y/A/N, how did you hurt your leg?”
"What? Oh I was just," You pause, trying to find a good excuse. "I fell." You sigh, knowing the excuse is lame, but you're not used to working so closely with people on the job.
"Oh, okay. Just, um, be careful? Alright?" He goes back to the microwave, chewing on more than just his food.
Over the next few days, he keeps a careful eye on you hoping to disprove his suspicion. He only gets more and more evidence that you are indeed the assassin after him. The final straw is when he catches you right outside of the tower. You don’t recognize him, but he sees you.
When you finally come back home, you’re angry. Your ‘Uncle’ called you again demanding an update which you didn’t have. You yell and throw your bag on the floor, punching the wall for good measure. “Hey! This is my apartment!” Bucky yells, coming out of his room at the commotion.
“And I pay for half the rent so you can-”
“Really? Really? I can what?” Bucky yells, interrupting your own screams.
“Just forget it. I had a bad day.” You try to push past him but he doesn’t let you. He grabs your arm and for the first time you realize who he is. “Y-you have a metal arm.”
“That’s right. And you have a contract. Now why don’t we have a little chat, hm?”
“I don’t know what you mean!” You cry, panicking. Your mind is scrambling, trying to reconcile how the man you’ve grown so close to could be the man you’re trying to kill.
“Oh don’t give me that bull! I saw you today outside the tower. And that leg injury? You didn’t fall. Now who are you working for?” You stare at him and find yourself unable to see the criminal you were sent to kill. Even though he’s angry, all you can see in his eyes is the man you’ve come to love. “Love?” You think to yourself. You lose all fight in you at that realization.
“Hey, look, I’m sorry I yelled,” Bucky says, seeing your face fall. You slump into his arms, sobbing. “Woah, okay, I-” He doesn’t quite know how to react.
“I’m sorry. I-I don’t know how to get out of it.”
“Okay, let’s just sit down and you can explain everything.” You follow him to the sofa and tell him your whole story.
“I didn’t know. I mean, I knew he was not a good guy, but I figured his motives were valid.” Bucky nods slowly, hesitnetly reaching out for you.
“I can help if you want. I know people who can get you out of this. But you’re going to have to trust me.”
“I do, Bucky. You’re not the man he said you are. Even if you were at one point, I mean,” You chuckle dryly and shale your head. “Look at me.” He smiles at you and nods again.
“Alright, let’s get started.”
The process is slow and painful but eventually, with Bucky’s help and the rest of the Avengers, you have your freedom. Tony throws a party for you, small but nonetheless a party. “Congratulations on your new life, Y/N!” Bucky says bringing you a drink. You gratefully accept and drink it down quickly.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Don’t know what to do?” He asks knowingly. You laugh and sigh.
“Yeah. It’s been so long.” He finishes his own drink and holds his hand out to you.
“How about starting with a dance?” You smile.
“Yeah. That sounds good.” You take his hand and the two of you dance for hours it seems, your mind wandering. “So, um, I guess I should pack my things. Now that my job is done, you’ll probably want me out of your hair.”
“Um, I mean, if you want to leave but-” He struggles to find the right thing to say. “Don’t.”
“Don’t?”
“Well, I did have that ad out in the first place. So, I kind of need you around. Being a superhero doesn’t always pay the bills. And it’s such a pain training a new roommate.” He gives you a face, a goofy grin you’ve come to know well.
“Mm-hmm, sure. I think you’re just too attached to my pretty face,” You tease.
“That is also very possible,” He replies, his voice dropping as he pulls you in closer. “Would that convince you to stay?”
“Are you sure? After all, I am a dangerous woman,” You smirk.
“And I’m a dangerous man. I think I’ll be okay,” He replies with a wink. You smile and lean on his shoulder contentedly.
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Since my blog seems to be dying slowly I'm introducing Monday Motivation where I show you a plot of a WIP I'm probably never gonna write in the near future, in hopes to get my motivation black to write back.
This weeks WIP: Dangerous game
Length: 1-2 Fics or maybe a mini series
Plot: Y/N's cocky bf challenges Loki, to try and make Y/N fall in love with him bc he doesn't like that Loki spends so much time with her. He hopes to humiliate Loki in the process.
Loki, all snarky, acts like he would do it in a blink of an eye but in reality he has no intentions of doing so. He wants Y/N to be happy, after all she's just his friend.
Bf starts to notice that Y/N and Loki seem to get closer, he thinks romantic but its only platonic. He starts acting cold towards Y/N, becoming mad at her for the smallest things until he breaks it off.
Y/N is heartbroken, can't understand why he bf would leave her like that. Loki offers her a shoulder to cry on and supports her healing journey. They start hanging out more and after some time Loki realises that he has fallen for hee. Likewise Y/N, she asks him out immediately once ahe figured out her feelings.
Her ex finds out over social media and confronts Y/N and Loki at a Stark Party. He accuses Y/N of cheating and claims that Loki was lying the entire time about his motives and it was actually just a game for him to hurt Y/N and his relationship.
Y/N is confused at first and asks Loki for his side of the story to which he gladly obliges and tells her everything. Y/N's happy that their relationship doesnt base on a lie and that they're really are a good match.
A/N: Requested by my lovely friend @mariesackler. I'm so so happy to give you a Bucky blurb, it's like the official Buck Barnes fan club inniciation lol. I really hope you - and everyone, really - like it, since holding Bucky's hands is something that can be so personal.
Fall prompts 🍂
22. Hand Holding
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 670
CW: tiniest bit of angst regarding Bucky's past
As soon as he’s out of the car, Bucky’s eyes scan the place as they tend to do by default. He can’t help it, it is something engraved too deep in his head to wipe it out completely, that forgotten part of his past coming up to haunt him every now and then. The laughter and happy talk is a distant sound now, Sam, Sarah, and her kids - who demanded to have a real New York autumn - are already way ahead of you and starting to look around for the best spot to set down for the picnic they planned, but for Bucky, everything sounds far away inside his head and seems to be painted black and white, all as he keeps surveilling every inch square with his scanning stare.
“It’s cold today, isn’t it?” When Bucky hears your voice he can feel his head being pulled out of a void, as if his head had zoomed out of whatever laps it was doing. Your voice sucks him back to real life while your hand finds the way to hold his gloved one as you reach his side, your fingers cold as the weather itself; Bucky squeezes your hand when he’s back to you, after a few blinks and a deep breath, and you take that as an invitation to link your opposite hand around his arm to protect yourself against the cold, rubbing it up and down to keep him there, with you.
“Yeah, it is.” His reply is barely a whisper, but you take it and smile anyway. With your hand in his, secured by his fingers caressing between yours, he lets himself relax and take in the beauty of the park you were at.
Due to his surveillance routine, Bucky had yet to notice how you were pressed close to him, trying to avoid the cold air that chilled you to the bone; he hadn’t seen either the grass that had somehow managed to survive the fall so far but that had been covered with fallen leaves, or the sun did little to warm you but it could still be felt on your skin in an attempt to distract you from the cold air that kept hitting against you.
“You okay?” With soothing motions, your arm keeps his soothing up and down movements. Bucky nods and turns to you, finally smiling when he sees you looking up at him, the concern leaving your face when he looks into your eyes. It isn’t until then that Bucky finally feels himself being out of his own head.
“‘M good.” He nods. Bucky’s hold on your hand tightens; your hand, right at that moment, is what reminds him that there is nothing to be afraid of anymore.
When another intense rush of wind passes around you it is his instinct, too, that makes him smile when he feels your hold on his hand tighten and you curl against his side. You mutter a low “Holy shit,” when the cold smacks you in the face, and even though Bucky is cold too, he forgets about it when he sees you using him for protection.
“You good there, doll?” He has to confirm, squeezing your hand as he does. The cold had made you tug him impossibly closer to you, your hands holding tightly to his arm as you walked together through crunchy orange leaves.
You laugh at yourself for losing the fight against the cold, your source of heat chuckling too by your side. “I didn’t know it was going to be so damn cold today.”
Bucky chuckles, lifting your joined hands to his lips to kiss your ice-cold knuckles. “I got you,” he whispers against it. That’s all he has time to say, since you reach the rest and sit around the food that was already set on the blanket, still, his hand stays around yours; since you keep protecting him from his dark thoughts, the least he can do is protect you from the cold.
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A/N:
Requests are from a mass prompt list I made a while back...she chose A21 "I think I love you." And C11 "No, like…. It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."
I also used some song lyrics for something Loki says...it's a rather obscure song but I like it LOL
Hope everyone enjoys it!
"I think I love you."
You stop immediately at hearing those words. Sure, Loki and you had been flirting for a while now. He'd taken you out a few times but you didn't expect him to express himself so plainly just yet. The two of you had bonded immediately when he finally joined the team, but that had been a while ago. Your playful romance had only developed a couple months ago.
"You couldn't have waited until we got back to the tower after the mission?" You retort, running your knife through yet another one of the enemy soldiers.
"But I realized it just now!" He yells back, fighting off another wave with a blast of his magic. You chuckle, moving back to back with him as you work together.
"Well, I suppose this is exactly how one would expect you to admit your feelings. Right in the middle of chaos." He shoots you a quick smile over his shoulder before returning to the battle. The two of you, Thor, and Clint had been sent out on a mission together. It had interrupted plans that you and Loki had but he had promised to make it up to you when you got back.
Once you land at the tower, Loki immediately hurries out of the jet with you in tow. "Just a minute, Reindeer Games!" Tony calls after you two. "I need your mission report!"
"He told me he loves me!" You yell back, giggling excitedly. Loki pulls you into the elevator, slamming the close door button before any of the others can catch up. "What are you planning, Loki?" You ask with a grin.
“Well, I think there’s still time for the dinner I had planned. And possibly a movie if you’re feeling up to it.” You blush brightly and smile.
“That sounds amazing, Loki,” You reply. “Thank you. You,” You smile, looking down at your hands in his. “You’re amazing.” The two of you go back to his room and Loki immediately magics himself clean and into his loungewear. You groan when he does so. “I wish I could do that,” You lament.
“You can use my shower if you want,” Loki replies, walking to the kitchen. “I’ll heat up dinner.”
You smile and head to the bathroom, watching him for a moment from the doorway. Loki always acts so tough around everyone although he’s learning to relax around the team. But around you, he’s completely relaxed. He wears the most comfortable midgardian clothes, he doesn’t care if his hair is messy, he’s just himself. You smile and close the door, taking off your dirty mission clothes and getting in the shower.
When you get out, you wrap yourself in a towel and gasp. “Crap! I don’t have a change!” You sneak into Loki’s adjoining bedroom and into his closet. You grab one of his black button up shirts, the hem falling at your thigh. You pause for a moment to take a breath, inhaling his scent. You also grab a pair of his shorts and, at the last moment, decide to grab his cape, wrapping yourself up in it.
"Darling? Are you finished yet?" Loki calls out, knocking on the bathroom door lightly.
"All clean," You reply, walking out of the bedroom door. He turns around with a smile, his expression changing to something you can't recognize as he looks at you. "Is, um, is everything okay? Should I have not-"
"No!" He exclaims, interrupting you. "It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes." You smile and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Would you have rathered I walk around-"
"No! Th-that's fine!" Loki replies, chuckling softly, cheeks flushed a bright red. “Let’s eat dinner, shall we?” He asks. You follow him to the sofa where he has a plate served for each of you on the coffee table. He lets you pick the movie and the two of you eat in comfortable silence as the movie plays.
When you finish eating, you set your plate back on the coffee table and sit back, leaning on his shoulder. Loki wraps his arm around you, conjuring a blanket over you both.
“I love you too, you know,” You whisper. He pauses the movie and looks down at you with an excited smile. “I’ve loved you for a long time but I was afraid to tell you and overwhelm you.” Loki glances away, seemingly embarrassed.
“I’ve known you for a long time but I’ve just begun to care. I know I've been blind to not have loved you all this time. But I have finally found what you are to me and-” He smiles, taking your hand in his. “And I suppose that’s what counts. I didn’t realize too late this time.”
“You realized right on time, Loki,” You reply with a smile, squeezing his hand. “Would it be presumsuous of me to call you my boyfriend?” You ask hesitantly after a moment. Loki’s eyes light up and a grin spreads on his face.
“I would love that,” He smiles. “And I shall call you my girlfriend,” He says, although he makes a face as if the word has a bad flavor. “Perhaps I shall find a different term. That one is a bit too midgardian for my tastes,” He admits with a chuckle. You laugh and snuggle into his side.
“As long as you love me, I don’t care what you call me,” You smile. A mischievous smirk spreads over Loki’s face.
A/N: Another recycled fic and oh boy, trust me when I say, the original was sooo cringey and questionable. So, sorry in advance. This plot came from the mind of a Teenager. Also I left away the Readers POV, so if you’re interested, I could write that as a Part 2. But I wanted to see if there even is an interest in that. So let me know what you think about it:)
Summary: Thor feels compelled to sign Loki up on a dating app where they stumble over a familiar face.
word count: 1.157
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Loki sat on his beanbag, staring holes into his phone as he tortured his lip in between his teeth. His thumb slid over his screen slowly to the right, then to the left until it halted in the middle again.
“Just swipe to the right.” Thor urged him.
“I can’t,” he mumbled.
“Why not?” Thor huffed frustrated. It had been well over half an hour now that they were discussing.
Could we see prompts 31, 44, 48, 51, 57, 58, and 60 in no particular order with Loki x Female Reader? I’m thinking angst and fluffy fluffy goodness! I’m excited to see everyone else’s prompt ideas too! If it’s too many prompts let me know and I can change it!
This one practically wrote itself alone^^ Thanks for requesting this 💚
warnings: attempted SA
“At last, we’re finally reunited.” he cooed as he approached you with big steps, theatrically walking towards you, "I missed you, my dear."
His hand reached out to you, trying to cup your cheeks but you recoiled at his touch.
“Keep your filthy hands to yourself.” you seethed at him as you tried to scootch further away from him. It didn’t help that he had secured your arms behind your back with a rope tightly which made it difficult to get away.
“But Y/N, we were meant to be!” he whined hurt, kneeling down in front of you, his face so close that his breath hit your skin.
“Meant to be apart maybe.” you scoffed. His hand suddenly gripped your jaw hard, forcing you to look at him.
"You're mine, do you understand." he snarled, “Some day you’ll learn to love me back.”
He lowered his head, his lips dangerously close to your own. You tried to turn away but he forcefully held you in place. You pressed your lips tightly together, nausea overwhelming you when the door that lead into the room suddenly crashed open, the force ripping it out of its hinges, diverting the attention away from you.
“Get away from her,” Loki growled deeply as he stepped into the room menacingly. His eyes were dark as they held a murderous glare.
“Or what?” the man chuckled grimly as he got up to his feet, freeing his gun from its holster and releasing the safety catch, “I suggest you choose your next steps wisely, boy.”
Loki inclined his head in disbelief at the arrogance of the mere mortal standing before him. He snickered as he shook his head slowly.
“What?” the man sneered, hastily stepping forward but before he could even reach Loki he was slammed into the wall next to him. Loki slowly approached him, taking his time, only halting a few inches before the man who couldn’t move a muscle.
“I am a God, not a boy.” Loki muttered into his ear with a sly grin, “I’d suggest to you, re-evaluate your choices in life as we wait for the reinforcement. You’re lucky that she’s still alive and I don’t have to disregard my orders.”
“Loki.” the weak whimper for him made him turn around immediately. He hastily hurried to you, freeing you from your bounds.
"I'm here.” he consoled you, as he hugged you tightly, “And I'm not going anywhere, okay?"
"I don't know what I would’ve been without you." you sniffled against his chest, “He got so close to me.”
"It'll be alright." he shushed you, as he glared towards the man who fixated on the wall, plenty of ideas flooding his mind of what he could’ve laid hands upon this sleazy rat of a man in a variety of forms.
Tonight he would have to pay a visit in the prison cells.
"I thought... I thought I lost you." Loki shivered at the thought of what would've happened if he hadn't been there in time. He observed your face closely, looking for any injuries that he might have missed, “Are you okay?” You nodded timidly.
"But could you... hold onto me for a while?" your request pulled on his heart. He nodded silently as he encased you in another hug.
I am so glad I was able to sneak this request in!!
Fluffy fic, please let's have Loki take care of meeee
26. "Shh, get some rest, I'll take care of everything."
29. "You look so cute when you're flustered."
34. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."
74. "Well, I attempted. As you can see it turned out horrible."
I couldn't say no to you even if I wanted 💚😉
Honestly this was a delight to write. Hope you like it too!
"What in the Norns..." Loki exclaimed as he entered his room covered in vines and exotic flowers blooming all over the walls. Amid his room stood you, or better floated upside down from some vines that slung around your body.
"Wha- How???" he gasped as he ruffled through his hair.
"Surprise?" you mumbled embarrassed. Loki quickly hurried to your rescue, carefully cutting you out from the greenery. He caught you in his arms as you fell from the vines, gently helping you up to your feet. Your head must've been red like a tomato and you still felt a little woozy from hanging upside down for so long. Thankfully Loki steadied you in his arms until you found your balance again.
"What were you even trying to do?" he finally found the courage to ask, "And what were you doing in my room?"
"I-I just tried to use one of your spells." you stuttered your confession.
"But why?" he tried to sound as calm as possible.
"I just wanted to do something nice for you. I heard you talk to Thor about how you missed the gardens in Asgard and I wanted to surprise you with your own little garden on your balcony that would remind you of your mom's." you babbled without periods or commas, "Well, I attempted. As you can see it turned out horrible."
"You did this for me?" a smirk tugged on Loki's lips much to your surprise. You had thought that he would surely and rightfully be mad at you.
"Yeah..." your gaze fell to the floor, as you felt your cheeks starting to burn. Loki's finger hooked under your chin, softly pulling it up to face him.
"You look so cute when you're flustered." he smiled down on you, not helping you at all, "And thank you. I appreciate the thought."
"I'll clean this mess up." you blurted out and tried to hurry away from him to escape this situation, almost tripping over your own feet.
"Oof, steady darling." Loki caught you once more and swept you up from your feet in the next moment, "I think it's better if you take it easy for now. I don't think it was beneficial for you to hang upside down for so long."
"But I need to-" you tried to protest but he insisted to carry you to his sofa.
"Shh, get some rest," he purred into your ear as he sat you down, eliciting goosebumps all over your body, "I'll take care of everything."
Congratulations on 1K! Thoroughly deserved! Your one of the best writers on Tumblr and I absolutely adore your stories 💚
I chose some maybe angsty annoyance to fluff 💚
73: You stayed up for me?
68: it's been a long day
32: can I sleep here? Just for tonight?
Can't wait to see what you come up with next!
The last part of the Jotunheim Saga ... or is it?🤔 We’ll see what the future has in store (idea wise) :)
It really was a blast to write all these drabbles, thank you all again for requesting and reading them<3
The night had crept over the mountains of the stronghold Utgard, overshadowing it in darkness. You sat patiently in the dining hall, waiting for Loki to return from his last meeting with the council. You felt a bit nervous since you knew that he usually needed some time to compose himself after the discussion with the hard-headed council members.
It was the last night on Jotunheim before both of you were supposed to return to Midgard. You had convinced Loki to cook for him to celebrate the successful peace talks. Loki only had to endure one last diplomatic proceeding to regulate the newly formed governance that would oversee Jotunheim during his absence. But much to your and probably his chagrin too, it had dragged on longer than expected.
You were lounging on a chair as the tall doors slowly crept open with a creak. You felt uneasy and jumped up to your feet. Loki strode into the dining hall with quick strides, still in his Jotun form. His eyebrows were drawn together accompanied by a grim frown on his lips and a murderous glare in his eyes. With every step, his blue skin returned to his usual pale complexion and he seemed to shrink a few inches.
Your stomach turned as you remembered how your last conversation ended when he had come back frustrated from a conference that hadn’t gone as he wanted it to. But all the tension and your fears swiftly vanished as Loki’s eyes met yours and his mood seemed to change instantly, a soft twinkle returning to his sapphire eyes.
"You stayed up for me?" he remarked with an abashed smile.
"Of course!” you beamed at him, sheepishly biting your lip, “After all we had a dinner date... and you know me. I’m terribly nosy, I wanna hear everything!"
"It’s been a long day." he sighed, giving you a longing hug before he was ready to be led to the dinner table. As you ate Loki excitedly reported to you what the council had pulled off as a farewell.
Afterwards, both of you sat down by the fireplace together, your legs entangled as you talked about the departure in the morning and reminisced about what had happened over the last few months.
“Thank you for staying with me.” Loki softly rubbed over your legs, “I know I said it before but without you, I might’ve burned this whole realm to the ground.”
“You can be so dramatic sometimes,” you chuckled.
“I know.” he smiled to himself, “I'm just glad that you decided to lend me your company here. I wouldn't know how I would've managed it all by myself.”
“That's what friends are for, aren’t they?” you smiled sweetly at him.
"You're right, we're friends..." he stared off into the distance. It seemed like he had something else on his heart but he just smiled when he noticed your quizzical gaze.
“What?” you asked him with an unsure smile but Loki only shook his head.
"Nothing. Let’s head to bed." he waved you off, "We'll have a long day tomorrow."
“The last night on Jotunheim... not gonna lie, I think I’m gonna miss it a little bit.” you huffed with a frown.
“Are you sure you'll miss Jotunheim? Or is it something else?" he inquired cheekily.
"What are you trying to imply, Mr. Mischief?" you raised your eyebrow sceptically.
"Nothing." he feigned innocence, "But as I recall, you haven't slept alone in your bed for a single night in over 3 months."
"Are you trying to bring up the possibility that I might miss you, a cover-hogging nightmare, sleeping next to me?" you snickered, "As if it wasn't you who came to my chambers enquiring 'Can I sleep here? Just for tonight.' and insisted that we never sleep apart ever since then?"
There was this look in his eyes again as he examined your face, his facial expression somewhere between thoughtful and amused.
"I don't like it when you have a point." Loki grumbled, "But you didn't answer my question."
"I'll miss you as much as you'll miss me," you remarked with a smirk.
"A lot then." he held your gaze. You inclined your head, surprised by his quick return.
"Did you just try to make me admit something by admitting it yourself?" you asked tentativly.
"Depends how you answer." he licked his lips.
"You're really something." you shook your head impressed.
"I think one would call it smooth." he scrunched his nose as he drawled his words with a grin, "So?"
"So let's go to bed." you gently took his hand, pulling him behind you towards his chambers.
Hiiii!!! First, I wanna say you are absolutely amazing and I love your writing!! 💚💚
If it's ok, I'd like to request a Loki x female reader where reader is a writer (fic writer is fine) who may try to push herself too hard to get caught up on what she's working on, but she really loves doing it! And one day she got a not very nice comment, and she gets a little discouraged and be notices, and tries to make her feel better?? If any of this isn't ok it's tooooootally fine!! Thank you for reading!! And again your amazing!! 💚
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@michelleleewise IT'S DONE! FINALLY! WORDS: 1,423
Also I did not beta read even for myself so...
I have kinda been stressing over this ironically bc I REALLY loved the idea but got brain clog...so
Enjoy!!!!!!!
“Everyone! I’d like you to meet Y/N. She’ll be our Social Media Manager for the team,” Tony announces. “She’ll be responsible for any posts by the Avengers' name as well as PSA campaigns and personal posts.” The team all nods and welcomes you to the team.
“Hopefully there won’t be any more incidents like last week, right Tony?” Nat teases. Tony shoots her a look and clears his throat.
“Anyways!” He says loudly. “Please make sure to log out of all Avengers team accounts from your personal devices.”
“You’re the only one who’s-”
“Barnes, one more time and-”
“What? You’ll shoot my parents?”
“Okay! We get it!” Steve yells, standing up.
“This is going to be interesting,” You chuckle.
Over the next few weeks, you find yourself settling in quite nicely. The team is more than welcoming and has no trouble having you make their posts. Except for Tony, of course. Almost everyone has made a post by now, save for the ever illusive god of mischief. The team always asks what you post about on your personal accounts, but you never say, excusing that you don’t want to mix your personal life with business.
There is one thing the team, and really no one else you know in real life, has knowledge of. Tumblr. You have a Tumblr blog. And not just any blog, an Avengers fanfiction blog. And even more specifically, fanfiction about none other than Loki himself. You guarded your phone with your life for this reason. Sam was too nosey, Nat would know just looking at your phone, and Steve would probably be so innocent that he would show Tony to find out what it was. So you never let anyone touch your phone.
Looking back, you probably should have used two different phones, one for work and one for Tumblr. But then again, this wouldn’t have happened if not for that.
The day finally comes when Loki inquires about making a post himself. At first, you think he’s joking, it is April Fools’ after all, but he’s serious. The odd little holiday was seemingly perfect for him. You immediately unlock your phone, all too excited to help him. Unfortunately, you forgot the last app you used was Tumblr and you had not closed out of the app. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice. That night, unbeknownst to you, Loki does a little web surfing himself.
A few days pass and you have forgotten completely about the incident. This particular afternoon, you’re in the library, doing some research for a post only to find yourself not alone.
“Hello, Lady Y/N,” Loki greets, a pleasant smile on his face.
“I’ve told you to leave off this ‘lady’ business,” You reply, chuckling softly. You take a moment to really look around, noticing this room is the most like Loki of all the rooms in the tower. He even seems to have a few personal knick-knacks moved in. “You like to read don’t you?” You say, taking a seat on one of the armchairs.
“How could you tell?” Loki asks with mock surprise, his signature smirk spreading on his lips before he returns to his book. The two of you sit in silence for a while, you eventually finding what you need and making the post. You mindlessly start scrolling and eventually make your way to Tumblr. “What’s this?” Loki asks, suddenly appearing behind you.
“Loki!” You scream, clasping your phone to your chest and falling out of the chair in the process.
“Oh don’t worry, love. I’ve already been doing my research. I noticed it the other day.” Your face reddens impossibly, your heart pounding in your ears. You open your mouth to say something but your throat tightens, tears welling up in your eyes. You draw your knees up, hoping this is all just a bad dream. “Don’t cry please,” Loki says, cupping your cheek in his hand and sitting down beside you. “I was actually quite impressed. There are quite a few good writers on there. Including yourself. I never thought anyone would actually be a fan of mine,” He admits quietly.
“You’re not mad?” You ask, tears streaming down your cheeks unbidden. “You could have me fired! It’s terribly personal! Why wouldn’t you be angry?”
“Because I happen to be terribly honored and quite flattered. I know there will always be people who don’t like me. Hate me. But I never thought people would like me. Anyone at all besides my mother,” He finishes in a whisper.
"Well, I like you," You say quietly. "If it makes any difference." Loki smiles and chuckles lowly.
"It certainly does, little one. And I truly don't mind what you write. In fact, if you ever have a question while you're creating one of your stories, I'd be happy to help," He offers. You look up at him with wide eyes.
"You really would do that?" You ask. He nods in reply and you note a slight blush on his cheeks. Neither of you acknowledges the obvious crush you have on each other, both of you being too afraid of heartbreak.
As the weeks go by, Loki is surprisingly helpful as you write your next series. Unbeknownst to you, Loki made a Tumblr account of his own and followed you. He’s read all your stories and is happy to see the positive feedback you always get. But recently, things have changed a little. You’ve been extra busy handling some damage control and haven’t had time to update. Loki sees the hateful comments start to roll in. None from any of your regular followers of course, but rather from those random people who apparently don’t have anything better to do.
Where’s the updates?
Come on! Write the next part already!
You promised the next chapter last week!
You can’t possibly be that busy!
With every comment, Loki wants more and more to track those idiots down. But you don’t need more unfavorable press to deal with. So he works out at the gym more. No one asks why all the punching bags are broken even though the Captain is out of the country on a mission.
He notices one night that you are missing from the dinner table. “Stark, where’s the girl?”
“The girl? Oh, you mean Y/N? She’s still working.” Loki nods sharply, concerned for you. None of the other Avengers know how close the two of you have become and he doesn’t want to seem too interested lest it causes you more trouble.
“I see,” He says. Once the meal is finished, he slips away as quickly as possible to check up on you. “Y/N?” He calls out, entering the floor you work on. Everyone else has left and the floor is dark, save for one small cubical in the corner. He walks up to your desk and finds you face down with your arms over your head. Quiet sobs escape your lips and he frowns. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks, kneeling next to you and putting his hand on your shoulder.
“It’s just-” You start. “They want me to finish the story but I’m stuck and too tired to force myself to finish it!” Loki sighs softly, rubbing your back.
“You don’t need to finish it because they told you to. You should be able to-”
“You’re kneeling,” You comment, inturrupitng him. Loki gives you a look and clears his throat.
“That’s not the point! The point-” He yells, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “The point is that you have fun. This is supposed to be a recreational activity, yes?” You nod in reply and he smiles at you. “Then have fun. Anyone who bothers you obviously never learned manners and should be-well, perhaps I should not incriminate myself,” He teases. You laugh and throw yourself at him, hugging him tightly.
“Loki, you are my hero,” You whisper. You can feel him tense at your words and you pull away, embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s just-”
“Will you marry me?”
“What?” You exclaim, looking up at him.
“I mean, will you- would you-could I-” He stutters, face bright red.
“Proverbial cat have your silvertongue, mischief?” You ask, grinning at him.
“May I court you, Lady Y/N?” He finally asks, smiling sweetly at you. “I’m on my knees,” He points out, his regular smirk appearing on his lips.
“Do we get to live happily ever after?” You ask, taking his hands.
Sooo for the requests, may I request 39 (Can I hold you...a little longer?), 77 (you're beautiful) and 28 (Please just open the door)
I want it to be extremely angsty, I want this one shot to have me crying rolling on the floor screaming and shaking. Go ham. Make us cry.
Also if possible Jotün loki crumbs? I'd do anything for my boy <3
#39: "Can I just... hold you, a little longer?"
#77: "You're beautiful."
#28: "Please, just open the door."
I finally got to yours! I looked forward to write this one. Ofc this is a continuation to the Jotunheim Saga bc we need a bit of angst and Jotun Loki in it!
Also you didn't have to flatter me to write some Jotun Loki for you... but it helped 😜😘 I hope it’s angsty enough. Not sure if it's cry worthy tho^^
Ruby eyes stared back at him unrelentingly as he observed himself in the mirror only clad in a towel. His hair laid heavy on his shoulders, still wet from the shower.
Loki's jaw clenched as he looked back at his reflection until he couldn't bear the monster in front of him taunting him with its blank stare.
His eyes fell as he let his gaze wander over his dark blue skin, the tips of his fingers and toes almost black as if they were frostbitten. His eyes wandered up his arms until the intricate icy blue markings meandered up his shoulders, connecting on his chest. They looked like they were carved into his flesh, disfiguring his skin. His hand instinctively reached up to trace the fine lines on his chest, his stomach churning at the still unfamiliar sensation. Nausea filled his mind as he recoiled his hand in disgust.
If it wasn’t for this norn forsaken diplomatic visit to his home planet Loki could have gladly gone without having to change into his Jotun Form ever again. But since his Aesir Form would’ve stirred up even more unnecessary challenges he had no other choice than to change into a more acceptable appearance. And even in this abominable body, he had a hard time earning to earn the respect of the Jotun council and its people.
Loki sighed deeply as he ran a hand through his wet curls. He shook his head in defeat. It had been almost three months now and it didn’t seem that he could ever fully accept his heritage nor be accepted here. Soon he would have to leave again and it felt like he hadn't achieved anything at all. He was deep in thought as stared blankly into the mirror.
“Wow... you're beautiful." your gasp made Loki's eyes shoot up, meeting your gaze in the mirror, his eyes wide in horror.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?!” Loki yelled shocked, his hand quickly shooting in your direction. As if on strings your body was pulled out of the room, the door shutting harshly right before your nose.
“I'm so sorry, Loki!” you pressed your palms flat against the door, “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“You should've knocked!” he spat against the door.
“I did! I promise!” you felt your throat closing up as you could hear the anger in his voice. You knew his Jotun Form was a delicate topic as he had told you about his aversion because of the tour in the first place.
“You should've never seen this!” Loki tried to snarl but the tremble in his voice gave away the distress he was in.
“I'm so sorry, Loki.” you whispered sheepishly, your hand slowly sliding down the door, "But why shouldn't I see it? What's so bad about it? I saw you just now and nothing happened, did it?"
“Why not? Why not?!” he chanted furiously, his breath got erratic as a maniacal laugh resounded in his room.
“Loki, please just open the door.” you pleaded softly, fearing for his well-being, “Please let me in."
A deathly silence fell over Loki’s room. You were already wondering if he had teleported himself away when a quiet click of the lock echoed through the empty hall. The door opened slowly, Loki’s Aesir figure appearing behind it.
His blue eyes met yours, staring you down as he slowly walked out of his room. With every step he took his skin started to change into a blue hue and the marks appeared on the surface and his blue eyes darkened into a vibrant red.
"’Why not’ you ask.” his normally velvety voice had turned into a husky rasp, “This is not beautiful, Y/N. Far from it. I am a monster."
You gulped hard as he approached you, mirroring him as you took a step backwards every time he stepped forward. You felt like prey in his piercing gaze. Your back hit the cold wall in the hall but Loki’s steady steps didn’t halt. He only stopped when he was towering over you.
“But why do you say that?” you knit your brows doleful, “Loki, you look beautiful, you're not a monster."
“Have you seen my kind?” he snarled bitterly.
“Yes I have.” you nodded your head sternly, “And all I see is a nation that wants to live a normal peaceful life on their home planet. Where is the difference to the Aesir? Where is the difference to us humans?”
“It's different. Jotuns are a brutal nation. Just now I can feel all this rage in my veins." he looked down at his hands horrified.
“Is it really your ancestry or is it your hatred towards Jotuns because of what Odin had told you as a child?” you asked bluntly, ”Loki, they were just tales. Tales to scare children, to make them believe that diversity isn't natural.”
“So you’re not afraid of this?” he asked challenging.
“Of you?” you asked amused, a small nod from him as an answer aching in your heart.
“What is there to be afraid of, Loki? Your beauty?” you looked up at him.
“It’s not pretty.” Loki shook his head, avoiding your gaze.
“You are.” you softly cupped his cheek with your hand, gently urging him to turn back, “Inside and out.”
Loki slowly nodded as he gazed down at you with glassy eyes. Without another word he bent down, slinging his arms around you. You were quick to hug him back.
"Thank you." he breathed into your ear, "I think I needed to hear that."
You were about to pull away, loosening your grip when Loki's suddenly tightened.
"Can I just... hold you, a little longer?” he whispered only over a breath.
"Of course," you chuckled, tightening your embrace again.
Another sleepy Loki drabble. You guys really had a bunch of bed related prompts for me... and I'm not complaining 😏😂
Rustling was the first annoyance he noticed as he slipped back to consciousness. His hand slipped out from under the covers exploring the opposite side of the bed to encounter the second. Your side was cold.
His eyes slowly opened in the pitch black room as his eyes glanced at the clock that sat on the bedside table. Shortly after 5 am.
"What are you doing?" Loki mumbled into the darkness. The rustling stopped.
"I didn't mean to wake you," you whispered back an apology.
"Come back to bed," he demanded groggily in a huff, heaving himself to rest on his side. You sat down at the edge of the bed, softly brushing over his curls.
"You know I would love nothing more than to lay back down with you but I need to go to work." you sighed exhausted, twisting his strands in between your fingers.
"But it's much nicer here." his retort coaxed a smile onto your lips.
"I know, that's why you’re not helping me right now.” you scolded him playfully.
“Then stay,” he murmured as his hand caught yours, leading it to his lips. His soft lips brushed against your knuckles, making you shiver.
“It’s not that easy, I can’t just skip work.” you tried to reason.
"And what if I won't let you go?" he huffed, his strong arms sneaking around your waist, keeping you in place.
“Tony won’t be happy if I come too late to work... again.”
“He'll understand,” Loki mumbled against your thighs, his breath tingling on your skin.
“Tony will know that you were the cause.”
"So?” you took a deep breath and shook your head in amusement.
“How about this Lo, I will lay 5 more minutes with you and you’ll let me go to work. And as soon as I get off work, I am to your cuddle service. Does that sound like a deal?” you hadn’t even finished your proposal when Loki had already pulled you back into a horizontal position by your waist, encasing you in his arms.
“I take this as an agreement?” your voice was muffled against his chest.
“We’ll see.” he breathed out, hugging you tightly against himself as he buried his face in the crown of your hair.
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