Soft Spot
I’ve been wallowing in some Loki feels lately so here ya go
Summary: basically Loki throwing a fit and you’re the only person he’ll let talk him down
“Bloody hell!,” he growled as he shoved his chair back with enough force to hit the floor before stalking out of the room, the tail of his coat billowing behind him.
Thor paused for a moment, his fork halfway to his mouth as he blinked.
“What have I said?,” he asked, oblivious to his own casual comments being the reasoning behind Loki’s sudden outburst.
I rolled my eyes as the edges of my lips curved up into a small smirk, somewhat amused by the whole situation as I lifted my glass up to my mouth and took a sip of my drink.
“Y/N, go tame the hothead,” Tony said as he continued to eat his food.
“Why me?,” I grumbled quietly as I set my glass back down, wanting to finish the rest of my own food.
“Because for some reason that man has a soft spot for you,” Natasha answered, twirling her fork around her fingers as she gave me a grin.
“Also to check and make sure he’s not planning our deaths as we speak,” added Steve as he stood up from his seat and made his way into the kitchen to put his plate away, “No way am I going through that again.”
The last time Steve had gone to check on Loki out of good faith it ended with Loki using his magic to launch Steve back against the door, successfully breaking it off the hinges.
I exhaled an overly dramatic sigh, my eyes shifting to look at Thor. He gave me a reassuring smile before he spoke.
“Lady Y/N, I am afraid they are correct. My brother will be more at ease with you than the rest,” he said.
“Alright, alright. I got it,” I gave in as I stood up, my feet padding against the floor as I made my way out of the room and into the hallway.
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