Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Tony, Steve, and Thor)
Content/Warnings: angst; fluff; mentions of injury
Words: 2.1k
A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for such a long delay between posts. I was gone for two weeks for work and ended up having to work way more than I ever expected. However, I'm here with two Loki requests that I decided to combine into one fic from an anon and @fandomsstolemylife00, so I hope you both enjoy! This is in a nice marvel universe where nobody died and everybody got the happy ending they deserved. You're welcome.
"Where is she?" Loki's angry voice carried down the hall, and Steve grimaced.
"You need to stall him, Tony. He can't see her like this," Steve said, casting a worried glance towards the closed hospital door behind him.
"If you think I'm getting between Reindeer Games, who probably looks about as crazed as he did during New York, and his injured soulmate, you got another thing coming, Rogers," Tony said, shaking his head. "We try to stop him and he'll probably get even more unhinged."
"Loki! Loki, slow down," Thor said, and both Asgardian brothers turned the corner into the hall where Steve and Tony were standing.
"You can't go in there acting like this, Loki," Steve said, folding his arms across his chest and not moving from his spot in front of the door.
"You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do, Rogers, especially when it involves my soulmate. It's the negligence of you and your fellow 'mightiest heroes' that landed her here in the first place," Loki spat, shaking off the restraining hand Thor placed on his shoulder.
"Y/N knows the risks going into these missions, same as the rest of us. The only ones at fault are the ones that did this," Steve said levelly. "You need to calm down."
"Calm down?" Loki repeated, a dangerous edge to his voice.
"She doesn't remember anything, Reindeer Games. You go charging in like you lost your damn mind and you're going to scare her more than she already is," Tony cut in.
Loki faltered. "Doesn't remember- what?"
"Amnesia, from the blow to her head. The doctors say it's temporary, but don't know exactly how long it will be until she recovers her memories," Steve said. "We don't want to stop you from seeing her, really, but you need to be calm."
"I can be calm," Loki said, looking faintly ill. "You have to let me see her. Please. All I want to do is keep her safe."
Steve exchanged a glance with Thor, who nodded, and he stepped away from the door. "Alright. But if you stress her out, you're leaving. Soulmate or not."
"Understood," Loki said stiffly, not sparing the three Avengers a second glance as he opened the hospital room door and walked inside.
You were resting in bed, your head partially bandaged and your arm in a sling. Your eyes were glued to the TV, which was tuned to some nonsense reality show, though you looked to him when he entered.
"Y/N?" Loki asked cautiously, his tone soft. The cold persona he had worn when speaking with the three Avengers outside had melted away.
"Yes. At least, I think so. Everything's a bit fuzzy," you said, offering him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but do I know you?"
"It's Loki," he said, hoping his name would spark some kind of remembrance in your head.
"Oh. That doesn't ring a bell. Sorry."
His heart sunk, but he gave you a small smile. "It's alright. The doctors say everything will come back eventually."
"I hope so. It's disorienting, not knowing who I am," you said, reaching up absentmindedly to fiddle with the bandages on your head.
Loki reached out and caught your hand before you could do further damage to yourself. "Don't do that."
You blinked at him. "I really did know you, didn't I? We were friends?"
"Yes," Loki said. No matter how much he longed to, he knew it was wiser to not mention the soulmate bond the two of you shared. He didn't want to overwhelm you. "We were friends."
"You feel familiar. Moreso than the others," you said uncertainly. "Will you stay?" Loki's heart ached; he wanted to do nothing more than hold you until everything was okay again.
"Yes, of course I'll stay. I'll stay as long as you want. In fact, you might get sick of me," he said, and you smiled that smile that you had only ever used with him. Perhaps your memories were not so out of reach as the rest of the Avengers thought.
"Good. I've got nothing to watch but trashy television and Tony Stark - who is famous or something, I think? - won't stop asking if he looks familiar yet. It was getting annoying," you said.
Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, that sounds like Stark. I can read you something instead, if you would like."
Your eyes lit up. "That sounds great. More fun than... whatever this is." You gestured vaguely to the TV.
"I'll read your favorite," he said, summoning your favorite book to his hand and opening to the first chapter.
You gasped at his display of magic. "How did you do that?"
"Magic," Loki said, smiling. "Perhaps later I can show you more."
You slowly nodded, evidently speechless. "I can't believe I'm friends with a celebrity and someone who can do magic."
"You're friends with several celebrities, actually," Loki said. "And I am infamous in my own right."
"Infamous?" you asked curiously.
"That's a story for another time," he said. He didn't want you to fear him for all he had done, not when there was so much that had occurred between you that he could hardly summarize it. "Back to the book."
"You're no fun," you pouted, and he smiled.
"On the contrary, I am quite fun, and once upon a time you agreed with me," he said, laughing as you rolled your eyes at him. "All will make sense in good time, darling."
Good time, however, lasted much longer than Loki would have preferred. By the end of the second week, you were no closer to regaining your memory, though apart from your amnesia there was nothing much wrong with you. Loki visited you every day for as long as he was permitted (and occasionally longer, if you pouted enough). After your second week, you were released from the hospital under the care of Tony Stark and moved into Stark Tower where you would stay until your memory finally returned.
"You can stay too, Reindeer Games, but only because you're good for Y/N," Tony had said, crossing his arms. "And if you destroy my tower again, I'll shove you off the top like I should have done before."
"Understood," Loki said. He didn't bother mentioning that, should he destroy the tower again, there would be no top for him to be shoved off of.
"Loki," you said uncertainly after nearly a month passed and you were nowhere closer to regaining your memories.
"Yes, darling?" Loki asked idly, flipping a page of his book.
"I- never mind," you said hastily.
Loki looked up. "What is it? There's clearly something on your mind."
"It's not important," you said, but he could tell from your tone that it very much was.
"You can hardly expect me to believe that," he said.
Your cheeks darkened. "You said we were friends, right? Before?"
"Yes," Loki said slowly, daring to hope that he had some idea of what you were trying to ask.
"Were we ever... more than that?" You were determinedly not looking at him, instead staring at your hands.
Relief bled through his system. "Yes, we were. I suppose I haven't been entirely honest with you, so I ask your forgiveness." He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, where the first words you had said to him were permanently marked on his skin.
"The soul mark?" You asked curiously, tugging up your own sleeve. "Was I your soulmate? Before?"
"You still are," Loki said, voice soft. "I am sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to overwhelm you."
"It's okay. I understand. It would have been too much at first but now… I'm just relieved it's you." You ducked your head, embarrassed, and Loki found himself falling in love with you all over again. You rubbed the back of your neck, still flustered, and continued. "I had this dream last night, but it felt too real to be a dream, you know. We were walking down the streets of a beautiful city, hand in hand, laughing about something."
"I'd imagine it was Asgard. We would roam that city a lot, you and I. I enjoyed seeing everything through your eyes, how you'd light up when seeing the little shops and bakeries," Loki said.
"I want to remember everything," you said, leaning forward to grab his hand. "You don't know what it's like, not knowing who you are or anything you've done. I want to be me again, who I was before."
"And you will be," Loki said, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "All in good time, darling."
The doctors had said that, when your memory returned, it would be all at once. Not only were they right, but you learned that good timing, it seemed, was something of a cliché.
"And this is where Thor and I learned to ride. It was one of my favorite activities as a child. Thor loathed it," Loki said, the two walking hand-in-hand through the grounds of Asgard's palace. It was your first time back in Asgard since your memory had been lost, and while your memories still remained just out of reach, you had several times felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
"When did you last go riding?" you asked him, the two of you leaning against the fence and watching the horses that grazed quietly within the pasture.
Loki made a thoughtful noise. "A few months ago, I believe. I find myself with less and less time to spare."
"We should go! Please?" you asked hopefully.
Loki, who had long since accepted the fact that he could hardly deny you anything, agreed. "Certainly, darling. One of the horses here is yours, after all."
"What?" The question came out as more of a squeak as he pushed off the fence and strode towards the stables, pausing several paces away to offer his hand to you.
Loki smiled as your fingers intertwined with his. "Yes. A gift from my mother."
"A thank you gift for putting up with you?" you asked before you had the sense to keep the quip to yourself.
Loki laughed, eyes dancing, and squeezed your hand. "Something like that, perhaps."
He waved off the stablehands, saddling his horse as you watched.
"We'll do yours next," Loki said, leading his horse (a tall and broad black stallion named Ebon) out of the stall. One of the stablehands took the reins from him. "Yours is just a few stalls down. You named her Argent."
Argent was dapple gray, tall and dainty, and greeted you with a nicker when you and Loki entered her stall. He helping you saddle her, his cool hands guiding yours through the motions. "Was I a good rider?" you asked him, feeling a sense of familiarity in the actions.
"Quite, once you got the hang of it. I still remember the first time you saw Ebon. I didn't realize your eyes could get so big," Loki said, laughing lightly. "You were terrified he would buck you off, though he is the most well-mannered stallion in these stables."
Your heart held a fierce ache to remember this, these memories that seemed to make him so happy. He finished helping you secure the last buckle, oblivious to your silent longing, and his chest brushed against yours as he turned in the cramped space.
Finally, Loki seemed to notice the odd expression on your face. Whatever he saw in your eyes made his cheeks tint red. "What is it, darling?"
You weren't sure what made you do it. Just that one second you were staring into his eyes and the next you had bridged the space between you, your lips colliding with his in a desperate kiss.
And everything fell into place.
"Oh," you breathed, the silent exclamation swallowed by his mouth as his hand ran down around your waist, pulling you closer.
Argent whinnied impatiently, bringing the two of you back to reality, the two of you breaking apart. Loki chuckled, still holding you close enough that you could feel how it reverberated in his chest. "Making out in the stables like a teenager," he said, just loud enough for you to hear him, still chuckling.
"I remember," was all you could think to say amidst the memories and thoughts and feelings that had flooded your mind.
"You- what?" Loki asked, laughter dying. "Truly, you remember?"
Your mouth was stretched into such a big smile you felt it might split apart. "Yes. I remember everything."
"My Y/N," Loki said, smiling too as he rested his forehead against yours. "I did tell you, didn't I? All in good timing."
