Summary: You have a massive crush on Loki, and even though Thor is oblivious, he meddles anyway.
Wordcount: 1661
Warnings: none. No pronouns used for reader. This is for the goth readers! aka me. First fic about Loki! Please be kind<3 im so enamoured with him aahhh please reblog if you enjoyed
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The party was in full swing. Thor convinced you to join the group of them as they sat and had drinks while overlooking the city from high up Stark's tower. It was most beautiful at night, with the twinkling nights and the blanket of sleep over the buildings. Natascha smiled at you when she saw you coming and pat the spot next to her. Most of everyone was there; Bruce next to Natascha, Steve across from you, Loki next to him and Clint to the side. Stark was talking with some guys by the bar, probably had enough metaphorical axe-lifting. You caught the last bits of conversation, but none of it made sense to you.
"Look who I finally got to join us!" Thor said, gesturing to you, while he sank down on a stool next to the couch where you sat. He meant well, but being in the centre made you feel shy, even if you were not normally like that. You stole a glance at Loki, who was stunning and haughty as ever, probably roped into coming by Thor just like you were. Natascha caught you looking. It wasn't a secret you had a crush - you were shit at hiding it and decided to just be honest. It wasn't middle school anymore.
"Here, have you tried some of this before?" Steve leaned over the small glass coffee table and pushed a cup towards you. "It's their Asgardian mead."
"Is it safe?" You picked up, smelling it. Mead. Kinda smelled like beer. You gave it a sip. "Ah, gross," and scrunched up your nose.
Steve laughed, as did Thor. He clapped a hand on your knee. "Asgardian drink isn't for everyone, I see."
"Beer is not my thing, thanks." You gave Steve a thumbs up as you gave the cup back to him.
"You know what I've always wondered," Thor started, his eyes twinkling with mirth, "Why my brother and you never became-" he gestured between Loki and you, already making you want to sink into the floor of the skyscraper, "A thing. Courting. Like me and Jane. You even look the same! Both in black always, and green."
You looked at Loki, before you dared interrupt Thor's little speech, but all he gave you was a look cold as ice. It chilled you to the bone, you swallowed thickly. "Thor, I really don't think-"
Steve gave you one of those reassuring looks that made you feel safe, before stepping in. "I think you've had enough, buddy."
Thor continued, paying none of you any mind. "And then there's the personality, both of you, very harsh," he waved his hands around, "very difficult. You both dislike other people. You don't like fun. The only thing you haven't done," he pointed to you, "is stab me in the back, haha!"
"We can change that," you smiled coldly.
"Just keep in mind," and he spoke only to you then, voice lowering like he was sharing a secret. "my brother can be very difficult. But he's a good person deep down. I think the two of you could-"
He was interrupted by Loki, who abruptly stood up. "Thor, you are an oaf and an idiot at the best of times, but the notion of me courting…" he gestured to you, "is simply ridiculous. Even if, if, we are a bit similar-"
Bruce chipped in. "Well, you do dress very similarly. Black hair, black clothes, fondness of leather…"
"See, that’s what I mean!" grinned Thor with a wave at Bruce. You wanted to time travel back to when you were a child so you could stab yourself and none of this would ever happen.
Loki visibly became more pissed off. "Thor. Do not. Meddle. Is it not humiliation enough that I have to be here, to be yanked on my leash by all you 'Avengers', to go on missions yet without any agency whatsoever? And to have you, now, propose such ridiculous and offensive scenarios… i really thought you were better than that, brother."
His face twisted with annoyance and frustration, and although it looked like he wanted to say even more, he stormed off before he let himself. Perhaps for the best.
"Ah. That was rather harsh." You said, exhaling carefully, the sting of his words like daggers in your heart fading to a strange numbness. "Excuse me." You mumbled, to no one in particular, and calmly walked off, containing the tears and the weight of rejection until you were safely alone in your room.
Life continued. For the next week, you avoided Loki, and Thor. You didn’t want to look either in the eye. Avoiding Thor was much harder, as he was like a dog that kept coming back even after you kicked it. After three weeks, you'd gone back to normal with Thor, as that was easier than making a whole thing out of avoiding him. Any mention of his brother still made you tense up.
One day, Thor asked you to stay back after training, and his serious face didn’t bode well.
"I know things have been tense lately, between us and my brother."
"Because of you, yes," you said, nodding.
He chuckled awkwardly. "And him being mean, yeah. But that’s not what I want to talk about. Things have been tense, and he's fully shut me out. It's got me worried. He won't talk to me, or anyone else."
You shrugged. "Like you said, he dislikes people. As do I."
His eyes pleaded with you. He took one hand into both of his and squeezed. "Please. You're truly the last one I thought of."
"I appreciate that," you said sarcastically. "What do you hope to accomplish?" You sighed, already feeling yourself cave. Not for Thor, gods no, but to see Loki again. To maybe have a bit of closure, so that you could move on for real this time. So that things could go back to normal.
So, you found yourself outside Loki's door not even half an hour later. Bravely, you knocked, and during the knocking you realised you had absolutely no idea what to say. He probably wouldn't answer the door anyway, so it wouldn't matter, but nerves raged through your body all the same. You hoped you wouldn't cry when confronted with the harshness of his rejection.
"Ridiculous and offensive," you mumbled to yourself, ready to turn back around and leave.
Instead, the door swung open. Loki stood there, dressed in his sleek, stunningly beautiful black and green. He didn’t even look human - not that he was. And that on a Sunday night, past eleven pm. Dressed to the nines, beautiful beyond belief.
"Yes?" He said tersely.
At the sight of him, whether it be from nerves or from emotions, you sighed deeply. "Hi."
He looked you up and down with the stern eye of a falcon. Then he held the door open a little further, as an invitation.
It baffled you enough that it took a whole minute for you to catch up. You shut the door behind you with a click, staying leaned against it.
"What have you come here for?" Loki asked, impatience already radiating from him.
You steeled your nerves, took a deep breath just like when you'd face a big foe. "Thor is worried about you, because, in his words; 'things have been tense'."
"Have you told him that it’s his fault?" Calmly, he moved through his room. His bed was in the back, by the window, made up with black silken sheets. The walls were lined with bookcases, filled to the brim with books. Oh, how you’d love to browse through them, get to know him better, to read together in his comfortable chair… instead, he didn’t even look at you. He busied himself shelving books, with his side to you.
"Yeah, I did tell him that." You waved your hand. "I came to say that, even though your words were harsh and hurtful, Thor shouldn’t have pushed the subject. Sometimes it pisses me off how he talks about you, like he’s the rational one. So," you lingered, "peace?" And outstretched your hand to him.
He looked at your hand, but you refused to retract it until you got an answer. Even the wait felt like walking on knives, reliving that rejection once again. Then he stepped closer, grasped your hand - yay, you won! Peace! - but instead of shaking it, he lifted it to his face and kissed your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.
Speechless, you watched him. When he dropped your hand, it fell limply by your side. "Alright, peace," you said, and cleared your throat. Face burning hot, you were ready to make your exit (hopefully a graceful one if you could help it), but he stopped you in your tracks.
He held up a book. Was that what he was rummaging around for? You hadn’t paid attention enough. "Do you remember this book?"
It was one you’d read and lent to him, way back. You nodded.
"You recommended it to me when we just met. It’s quite good. This was my first taste of Midgardian literature." He placed the book in your hands.
"Keep it, I didn’t expect to get it back." He didn’t move to take it, so you put it down onto the arm of the chair nearby. "I’m glad it was to your liking."
This time, you stepped away successfully. A strange sensation plucked at your heart, like the first unfurling blossoms of an apple tree in spring.
Behind you was a sigh, then he called your name. With the door already open, you paused and looked back. His blue eyes stormed.
"Im sorry for my harsh words. Explaining myself won’t help, so take my apology instead."
Speechless, you stood there on the threshold, feeling your eyes prick with tears, from relief and the darnest glimmer of hope. "Thanks, I appreciate that," you managed, before closing the door and rushing off to your room.
#on LJ it was very clear that when you were underage#YOU were the one sneaking into the adult club#now everyone’s acting like the adults are invading prom night
anything u think about YOUR life after 10pm is bs to be ignored. anything u think about a character’s life after 10pm should be posted about online and expanded on for paragraphs. :)
“We wanted the audience to fight for his redemption until the last moment. To hope that maybe he could be brought back from the brink. If somebody could say something, the right thing... somebody saying, ‘I love you.’ That would’ve been nice.”
The Hobbit movies would have been vastly improved by going the same route as the The Princess Bride movie
Just constant cuts to the future with Frodo chiming in as Bilbo tells the story to be like “that’s not how you told it when I was little!” and “wait, you never mentioned these orcs chasing you!”
And Bilbo hems and haws like “well, I didn’t want to scare the children” etc and we see the same scene get replayed multiple times with slight variations as Frodo and Bilbo bicker about the details of what actually happened
(And then we can do an extra gut-punch at the end where Bilbo tells the little kids “yeah, the dwarves were all fine, nobody died, they recovered from their wounds and went on to rule the kingdom” and maybe we get a glimpse of a universe where that happened… but Bilbo turns away as soon as the children are gone and stared out the window while he relives the truth all over again 😭)
plus we could have seen the original version where Gollum just gave the ring to Bilbo as the prize in the riddle contest, and then have Frodo say "That's funny because Gandalf told me...." and then the true version, at which point Bilbo clears his throat awkwardly and looks at the ceiling.
