Loki Laufeyson x distributor!male reader
I made my own plot, for the sake of my imagination. I'm not really sorry...
Oh, I'm not the leader. He is.
Summary: You've found a great opportunity. A deal with the devil or was it a God? But your lonely ass got a bit too attached. Maybe his lonely ass has the same problem. Maybe.
Warnings: loooong, strong language, mature themes, swearing, you
"What a Midgardian like yourself can give to a God, like me?"
You stood before the one and only Loki Laufeyson. Hehe good for business. "Oh, my mighty God." Your voice reeked of sarcasm as you dramatically bowed to him and continued. "I present to you the Scepter." You moved out of the way a little.
After the SHIELD accident where Loki's staff was taken and hidden away from him, you found it an easy way to get a lot of money or supplies. Your skill in being bad shit crazy has always been an advantage since you have no sense of danger. Sometimes your own foolishness leads you to bad people. This time tho is different.
Loki eyed the staff that was next to you as you lean your hand on the stool it was displayed on. He tried and reach for it but you cover it and were ready to pull out one of your flame throwers to shoo him away. "Ah-ah! My prince, my God, so needy." You said as you looked into his furious green eyes. "I think I deserve to be paid for all the trouble this pretty little thing caused me." You smiled as you uncover it and teasingly touched it.
Loki seemed to think about your offer. He looked at you again. "What kind of payment do you need and how much?"
"Mmm~ straight to the point. Love to see it!" You looked at him and picked up the Scepter. "Loki, God of Mischief. The biological son of Laufey. I was surprised to find out you truly are not Odinson but rather Laufeyson... Well not really." You shrugged as you walked around with the staff. "All around the galaxy, there are different currencies, therefore only one won't do." You could see the God's frown. So satisfying. You licked your lips and continued to walk around the God of Mischief with his precious staff in hand. "I came to a conclusion, tho." You came from behind him and shoved your face into his. Your finger pointed to your temple and you had a menacing grin. He flinched and backed away from you a little. "You seem like a reasonable guy and a person with a lot of contacts on the darker sides." You twirl the staff around, getting bored of the feeling of it. It was too heavy for your taste, therefore slow and useless. "I need supplies." You said dryly, already bored of everything. You hoped for action, not a conversation.
The God looked like his ego dropped for a second. "What kind of supplies?" He asked as he looked at you hand and cringed at how you treated his weapon.
You walked a bit back. You thought about how to explain what kind you need... You thought about Uru but you weren't sure if you could melt it, tho it could be a good challenge. Then Tony Stark's tech came to mind... But since Loki literally got robbed by SHIELD there's no way he'll be able to get it, plus it's not on the darker side. "Maybe multiple of the Chitauri cores. Sounds like a good deal to me. No?" You smiled and leaned on the staff, mocking the God.
He huffed and stretched his hand for a handshake. "Deal." You smiled at him with closed eyes. You stood upright and grabbed the Scepter in one hand before stretching the other.
You were inches away from his hand when your smile fell and you grabbed the staff like a bat and swung it behind yourself. You definitely hit something or someone. You spun with the force of the swing and laughed. "How stupid do you think I am, God of Mischief?" You kneel to his level and looked into his beautiful green eyes. "I'm not that stupid, princie. I'll give you this piece of... Whatever it's made out of, once you'll behave and once I'll get my stuff." You stood up and went to the display stool the stick once was in.
Now that you had your back turned towards him he'll use it against you. That's what he planned at least. Once at a hand's reach, he pulled out his dagger. He stopped, his dagger almost a centimeter away from stabbing your side.
"Oh, no, no, noooo~ Loki~ I thought I said to behave." The Specter was still in your hands. The tip of it gently touched Loki's forehead. "I really hoped not to use this cursed stick's power but you don't give me a chance. Now you'll surely behave and will bring me my goods. Won't you?" He nodded. But it was odd and you noticed it. "Are you fucking-" you shouted frustrated before being tackled down and your hands pinned behind your back. "Oof!"
You could hear a triumphal huff from Loki as he pressed you against the floor harder.
"Every single time these bitches tackle me from behind! Just tell me you want to fuck me!" You said as you raised your hips so they met with his. "Mmmm~" you moaned and bit your lip. It seemed to put him off guard as you thought and hoped so. You swung your hips, rotated your legs around his waist, and with a powerful impact spun you both.
Loki grunted as his head hit the ground. When he opened his eyes he saw you above him with the Scepter in hand. "How did you?" He asked clearly confused. You smiled at Loki and pointed the weapon at him. He covers.
"Just a Midgardian thing." You said as you made yourself comfortable on his hips. "I will not use it if you collaborate. Is that enough of a fancy word for your highness to understand?" You sighed as he nodded and got off of him. As you stood up you offered him your hand. Foolish? Maybe?
He grabbed your hand and you pulled him up. Once he was standing you shook his hand. "I take it as a deal." You let go and this time cased the Scepter for real. "I'll see you in a few days. Don't worry I don't want to have this cursed stick in my possession for longer than needed. Bye, bye~"
Loki indeed gave you multiple of the cores you needed. The first ones were fake, yes, but you noticed it before giving the God his staff. Let's just say he regretted it. Well now you're here, happy cus you got what you wanted and a new "friend" to annoy.
Your original plan with the God was to trick him but you found amusement in his suffering when you were around him. You weren't mostly in an arms reach, you saw what he can do and your armor can't always save you. What am I saying, it always did so you weren't scared of dying by his hands.
Loki was not too happy to see you coming back to him after the deal. You constantly distracted him by asking so many questions about Asgard or him in particular. You seem to know his history like it was your own but not him as a person which amused him.
He had no problem answering your questions about himself of course but there were times you hit a spot that still hurts. Like now. You have asked about his mother. But you said it like this "Your stepmom is hot. How was it to grow up with a milf?" He had no idea what the fuck milf is but he guessed it's a Midgardian thing.
He stopped what he was doing and sighed. His hands supported him when he leaned on the table in front of him. The God really didn't want to answer you. He opened his mouth but was cut off by you. "I'm just kidding man." He heard shuffling above him. Once he looked up at you, you were standing, ready to leave.
Loki turned around expecting you to jump away and go home or somewhere you always went, but to his surprise, he heard a thump behind him. "Aww~ leaving me so soon? What a bummer." When he turned towards you, your eyes were looking thru the small notes that Loki made while you talked to him. His eyes widen as you grabbed a specific notebook.
The notebook you held seemed to be something like a sketchbook with small notes here and there. You browse thru it and stopped at a familiar-looking figure.
You felt the air change while you admire the pencil work, so you dodged blindly but you kept your eyes on the page. You gawked at it in awe.
You kept blindly dodging something. Who or what you didn't know. Eventually, you stopped completely and turned around with the sketchbook up high. "IS THAT ME????" You shout-asked the person in front of you and expected an affirmation. It was Loki.
He freezes and looked at you and the drawing. "No! What? Why would it be you? Don't be flatter yourself, Midgardian."
Confusion washed over you. You tilt your head and looked at the picture again. "Are you sure? That's the same pipe I sat on every day and that's the same armor I wear...every day!" You then sniffed the armor. "...I'm glad I've been up there the whole time..."
The God sighed and snatched the sketchbook out of your hands. "No, it's not you, and yes, I'm glad so too!"
"Then... Who is it?" You asked clueless as you followed Loki to the table like a lost puppy. He sighed again and facepalmed. You were confused by his gesture. Yes, you were annoying but it looked more like he thinks you are- "Hey! I'm not a fool!" You grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, placing your hands on the table on either side of him. Now he was trapped and facing you. "You're a really talented artist, you know? But it seems like you're bad at telling the truth, Loki, God of mischief. Nothing surprising, but one day it's gonna cost you your pretty little head." You told him with a smile and brought your gloved finger to his nose "Boop"
He started at you in awe and confusion. You then backed away and looked thru the sketchbook again. Loki frantically looked around himself. He searched for the sketchbook you now had, again. "You filthy thief."
"Oh, ouch! That's mean!" you said as a single tear fell down your face and your heartache. You made a face at him for a few seconds then browse the sketchbook again as if nothing happened.
Loki can admit he doesn't understand your personality at all. It was so confusing but something comfortable was hidden behind it. He felt it before but doesn't remember when. It scares him a little.
"Look just give it back and no blood will be shed." Loki said as he neared you. You took a step back and started to slowly walk away from the God.
As you browse the book, the more you noticed that there wasn't just one sketch of you but quite a few. All in different angles and poses, as if he's trying to learn the anatomy of you. You can't deny you look good on a sheet of paper but it was a bit strange. It was made by the God of Mischief, of course, it's strange.
As you walked and dodged his hands you spare a quick but observant glance at him. If one didn't know Loki, one would say the expression on his face is one of annoyance but you knew the God at least a bit. His face showed embarrassment and frustration.
You hid your smile behind the book as you backed away against a wall, Loki following closely in front of you. Once your back touched the cold wall Loki was a mere centimeter away from you. Your e/c eyes looked into his green ones, taunting him. He breathed shallowly but didn't reach for the book.
Your smile grew into a smug one. "Loki, the God of Mischief, found a fancy in a mid Midgardian like myself. What a fiasco!" You whispered dramatically as your eye contact has yet to be broken.
His eyes flicker lower from your eyes but was quick to correct himself and look into them again. "You have something I possess." He breathed out.
You chuckled, closed the book, and pressed it against Loki's chest. You cockily smiled at no one in particular, you pat his shoulder as he clumsally held his sketchbook. With your smile and closed eyes, you went to walk away from the God. His hands stopped you before you could take a proper step. It caged you between him and the wall.
You thought you were smart when you shrugged and went under his hand. At one point you are standing on your legs the other you're sitting on your ass with wide eyes that stared into a pool of green. Your hands were pinned above your head and one of your legs was bent.
"You've been toying with me for good 3 months now, Midgardian. But you've always been above me, out of my reach." The God started. His eyes were dangerous and his voice an octave lower. "Now that the birdie decided to fly off of its tree, it has nowhere to go." He smiled at you but not in a friendly way. Oop you've done messed up.
"Look man, I know I shouldn't have taken it without permission b-BUT-" you tried to defend yourself but stuttered as he inched closer to you. You turned your head to the side while still looking at Loki without blinking. You were afraid. Loki never got this close to you before now he had so many openings and if he wanted to he can kill you just like that.
He started to laugh and backed away with his head. You relaxed a bit, still side-eyeing him, but you felt better when the otherworldly being give you some air to breathe. But he became a giggling mess, letting your hands loose. You were so confused. You were fully turned towards him now, with a tilted head.
"You should have seen your face." His voice broke between his giggling. He looked cute, and innocent, like a child.
You relaxed more and smiled feeling the giggles in your throat form. You couldn't help it and started to giggle as well. Now you both sat on the floor laughing and giggling.
You stopped at some point desperate for air and a break for your diaphragm. Still a little giggly but you were there. When you opened your eyes Loki was looking at you. You gave him a toothy grin and bumped his arm. He smiled back at the gesture. Once you got up you helped him up as well.
You dusted yourself when Loki spoke again. "You seem to like calling me a God." He grabbed his sketchbook and walked to his desk to put it away. You stood there idly. Not a sentence you'd expect to be said at that bonding moment.
"Well that's what you are, is it not?" With a shove of your hands in your pockets, you walked closer to him. He didn't answer and you didn't expect an answer. It would be difficult if he had said something. "A higher being. My superior." You leaned against the table and looked up at the ceiling. "Yet, we're not so different after all." You whispered lightly.
Loki looked at you confused. You started great, amazing even but you had to end it like that didn't you? "Not so different?" He snorted.
"Um, yah???" You looked at him like he was crazy.
"M/n, as far as I'm concerned, I know for a fact we're very different from each other." He sighed and turned away from you. You still had your eyes on him.
"You are maybe immortal and have all of these abracadabra powers-" Loki looked at you very confused when you said abracadabra. He'd never heard that phrase before. "-but you're still a boy. You still have emotions that can be hurt. If I'm bold to say- you are more human than you give yourself a credit. AND I know you don't! " you pointed at him. He looked at you with disgust but it was more playful than serious. You froze which surprised the God. It was so sudden he didn't expect it. "Did you just call me by my name?" You whispered whit a dumbfounded expression.
Loki looked into your eyes. His eyes shifted between your right and left, trying to figure out if you were joking. You've been calling him by his name this whole time, why shouldn't he call you by yours as well? "Yes?"
"Huh..." You felt giddy. No one really says your name. They always say something like the earthy thief or the worm seller but no one ever used your name... Now that you think about it you never told anyone your name, well except for Loki. "Aweeeee!~ You shouldn't have!" You hugged yourself and waved him away with a shy hand.
Loki rolled his eyes at you and walked away. You followed right behind him. He stopped and double take you following him. "I'll be leaving now. Um...you should too."
"Oh! Right! Well, have a nice day, Godling!" You stopped as well and mockingly bowed to him. You gave him a smile and jumped up the several pipes that were above you.
You're currently waiting for Loki. You sat at his table, munching on the fruits he has on it. They were very delicious looking, you couldn't just stare at them. After you finally, how Loki likes to put it, flew down from your tree, you've been doing it more frequently. The God wasn't dangerous. At least not to you.
You've kept him silent company when he worked and once he stopped you opened your unstoppable mouth. Although he seemed annoyed he always converse with you and laughed at your jokes. Someone can appreciate them at least. Whenever he laughed you felt accomplished.
You wonder what is taking the God so long. He said he'll be back in a minute. IT'S BEEN 5 MINUTES! Too long for your liking. You ate the last bite of your fruit and threw away the parts that you don't eat. You sighed deeply and stretched your legs. Your eyes shifted to the door Loki went thru and left you here alone. You've never explored Loki's base, should you now? Naaaaaah.
You jumped in Loki's very comfortable chair and just sit there. He didn't even let you look thru his sketchbook again. What an ass! You let out another loud sigh and closed your eyes as you made yourself comfortable in his chair.
You relaxed after so long. Your family has been killing you lately. You loved them but it's hard to talk to a none human creatures like them. They passed your vibe check...they passed it a bit too well. You smiled at the memories of them. You need to visit them again the face-timing(you call like that but it's different) is just not enough.
A loud bang came from the door the God despaired in. You hid in the chair as you prepared your weapons. 'An FBI attack?' Once ready, for whoever, oh so rudely, entered the room. You peeked your head towards the now busted doors. There wasn't anyone standing there and you didn't hear footsteps either. You were confused and your brows frowned.
In an instance, you were flying away from the table, but not willingly. You hit a wall and it nocked your air out. You also felt something crack inside of you, like a bone. You tried catching your breath while concentrating on your surroundings. You wheezed but still stood up ready to fight. Something trickled down your face but you didn't have time to examine it as something like a plate was thrown in your direction.
You dodged and ran away from it. You couldn't see anything because there was dust and probably some kind of gas everywhere. Thankfully you have a M.A.S.K., yes, you named it. You held your weapon up enough to aim at nothing and fired. You had a menacing smile on your face and ran in circa the same direction the plate came from.
Once close enough you saw a familiar blue, red and white uniform. Your smile grew and you jump and aimed at Captain America's head. You fired and a purple pinkish light came out of your weapon. As you saw it inching closer to the man's head your smile grew even wider if it's even possible. But yet again you've been thrown away to the side. This time you couldn't get up. Not cus you're a human cus something really heavy was on your back.
You squirmed and wiggled but you wouldn't budge so you gave up. When you looked behind yourself you smiled sheepishly. "What's up iron duck. How's lif- ACK" You yelped as the weight grew. "Did you gain weight? Damn!" You breathe out and giggled at your joke.
"What was your plan whit the Scepter!" Captain America said in his bossy tone. You're familiar with it, even if only once. You giggled but stopped when Ironman put more pressure on your back.
"To take over the woooorld~" You said dramatically and smiled at the three colored man. He didn't like your attitude and grabbed you from below the tin can man. "WOAH!"
"Oof!" your back was slammed against a wall. 'Why do they always do that?' You rolled your eyes. But your eyes caught something for a sec. Meh not important right now. "What now? Gonna kiss me passionately?" You give the captain a smug look. He seemed a bit shook up, not as much as Loki but it was there. "Sorry man, I do not swing that way- OOF" Your back was again slammed against a wall, the same wall.
"Don't joke with us-..." "N/n(nickname)" "Don't joke with us, N/n!!" He said with venom in his tone. Lovely. "What do you need the Scepter for?" He gripped your armor more.
"Dude chill. Do you really need to know for what I need it for? Just take the stick, shove it up your ass, destroy everything I worked so hard for and we'll be done." You sweetly smiled at him. He replied to you with another shove to the wall. "Could you cut.that.out?" You asked as you head bumped the man. Big mistake. That man's skull is like a rock, you almost blackout. "What in the queen's name is your head made out of?" Your eyes watered you could feel your head throb.
"I see what are you doing."
"Oh really, ice cubeman?"
"Your minions aren't very loyal, did you know?"
You rose a brow. You cupped his cheeks and give him a big toothy smile. "Oh, but I'm not their leader." You pushed his head up, even tho it was harder than intended, you did in the end. "He is~"
Loki the God himself paid you a visit. FINALLY!
The rest was just a blur of chaos to you. You've lost a lot of blood from your open skull. But you remember you laughing like a maniac and aiming at the red tin can. You did shoot but if you hit him that was a mystery.
You've woke up with an incredible headache. You sat up with much difficulty yet your afford was in vain when someone pushed you down to lay again. You groaned and felt dryness in your throat like you haven't drunk for a while. Your e/c eyes opened and were met with a gray, blurry ceiling.
You blinked the blurriness away and looked around. You saw Loki he was looking away from you but his hand was on your chest keeping you in place. His face, at least the part you could see, was looking sad. He had eyebags and he seemed very unhappy. You looked back up at the ceiling and breath out. "Man...Did we lose?" Your voice was broken, hoars but it was loud enough to break the silence.
You could feel Loki's fingers twitch. It seems like you didn't have your armor on. You sighed loudly and closed your eyes. "Did I at least hit the iron duck?" You asked but received silence.
"...Iron...duck?" Loki asked and you snorted. Soon you regretted it as your head ached more. Your eyes stayed closed but you could imagine his confused face.
"Ironman, sweety, Ironman."
You could hear him snort but he soon recovered. "Yeah, you did." You felt proud. You're not that lame at aiming. "Thanks to that he got distracted and I could land my blows but as you said... We've lost..."
You opened your eyes again and looked the other way from where Loki is. You have just noticed you're in a cage that has glass walls...Why tho? "I feel like a monke in a zoo." You said your thoughts out loud. Loki hummed and you could feel him get up. Your gaze shifted to him. He was looking more frustrated than when you annoy him.
This was your chance to sit up!
You slowly sat up and once fully up you straighten your spine up. With a few pops, you grunted in pain. Once you looked in Loki's direction again he was looking at you, very unamused. "What?" You asked him, he just shook his head and looked out the cage.
With a sigh, you looked in the other direction. "JESUS-" You screamed. When you turned around someone stood outside the cage. You scared yourself enough to fall back down. You never saw this person but by the way Loki was walking toward him, he seemed infatuated by the eye patch guy. You tilted your head at him. 'What is he doing?' The two started to talk but your mind shited towards yourself.
"WHY AM I NAKED?????" You yelled and covered yourself with the white sheet you had around you and looked at Loki swiftly. "LOKI!" You squealed at the ravenette.
"You've been severely wounded we had to treat your wounds. That suit of yours, quite amazing may I say but wasn't enough to heal you." The eye patch guy, Loki conversed with, answered your question. Your shoulders fell.
Your eyes shifted to the man. "May I have my armor back?" You asked and mimicked Loki's Bri'ish accent. You could see Loki's brow raising at your horrible accent. The eye patch man didn't seem to be amazed and before he could answer you another man came in.
You knew this man. Of course, you did. Tony fucking Stark, the genius of New York and iron duck. You've met him a couple of times before, solely on business terms. You sold him some weird iron that is hard to obtain on earth but easy on other planets. He didn't know it was not a rock from Earth but some alien planet. He might have said no, if he would. You need the money.
"Well, we meet again." Tony raised his cup full of something towards you.
Part 2 <it was starting to get too long>
