Something inside him he hadn’t even realized was there had blown wide open, and there was no way he was going to just be able to forget what the sight of Thor’s drunkenness had done to him.
No, it’s not a memory that will leave him any time soon. In fact, he’s so eager to see it again that he discards his assignment page and instead draws something else: Thor, one eye closed, one open, leaning against the wall outside Loki’s door.
It’s beautiful.
Click here to read about Loki’s growing obsession.
A/N: thank you so much for reading this unexpected mini series❤️
Loki swayed from one side to another. His question still hanging in the air. Thor was struggling to get back up on his feet. When it looked like he's making progress, he fell down on his knees again and had to start over.
"Has any of you ever seen them like that?" Steve whispered.
Everyone shook their heads. Your eyes remained glued to Loki. He never drank. Well, if he had to he drank fine wine or some other 'fancy' alcohol from Tony's stash, but he never drank to the point of being drunk. Only slightly tipsy.
You remember the first time you saw him drink. It was a long time ago. Tony made him. He said it will make him 'turn that frown upside down'. You saw him drain the whole bottle that day and it did nothing to him. Only tainted his pale cheeks with slight pink. You've seen him drink more than a bottle since then, but it was never enough to make him stumble through his words, or sway around like Jack Sparrow. How much did he had?
Anxiety gnawed on you again. 'He drank because of you. Because of what you told him. Your words pushed a literal god to drink his sadness away.'
"Weeeell?" Loki asked again. When Thor fell down with a thud on the floor again Loki rolled his eyes and was at least pretending to help him stand up. You swear you heard him whisper something along the lines of 'get up you outgrown lightning mouse, don't embarass me in front of her', but that could've been just your imagination.
"For god's sake, how much did you guys have?" Sam asked and Bucky stole Rex from his lap while he was distracted.
Thor while leaning on the back of the couch was counting his fingers. After a while he gave up. "A lot. We made our anescesterors proud," he bared his teeth in a proud grin.
"You mean ancestors, right?"
Thor's head turned to Nat. "Yes! We had a whoooole barrel. One for me," he hugged his brooding brother around shoulders (more like leaned on him with his entire weight) "and one for Kiki," the childish nickname earned Thor a massive shove to the side. "Do not call me dat!"
Bruce facepalmed. "Guys, what are we gonna do with them?"
Clint pulled out his phone, recording everything. "Enjoy while it lasts."
You smacked his phone away, a sudden need to protect your (hopefully still) friend's dignity roused inside of you. "You can't!" you said louder than you wanted.
Clint just shook his head. "You're no fun Y/N," and put his phone away.
You frowned at them. "I know. I know I'm no fun, and I am annoying sometimes, and weak and dumb compared to all of you. I know all of that! I don't care!"
Bucky stared up at you. "What has gotten into you doll?"
"I'll tell you what. I was a bitch, okay? I was overthinking everything ever since I had that argument with Loki. His words started something inside of my head. I started to think they were true, that when my best friend thought those things what must all of you think. And even when I knew they were lies those thoughts stayed up here," you pointed at your head, "and I hate myself for still keeping them there. And just when I thought I'll finally make up with Loki and everything will be good again I fuck up!" you wiped an escaped tear, took a breath and continued.
"It's my fault he's like this. He was drinking because of what I said. All of this is because of me," you hugged your arms to comfort yourself a little. Everyone stared at you, including the drunk brothers.
What you were letting out of your mouth probably didn't make sense as a whole. They were just your anxious thoughts getting free, they didn't care in which order. All of that stress, everything that has been rotting inside of your chest is out now. You feel a little better.
"Daaaarlin', 's not your fault," Loki interrupted your train of thoughts, reminding you that just because you talked your heart out, it didn't fix your mistake of hurting him.
"Yeah, and whose then?" you said calmly.
Loki stood up straighter while still swaying a little. "The univers! She won't let us be toge'er, thas why I haf to make up with 'er," his british accent got deeper.
You slowly walked towards him. "No Loki, this is my fault. And I'll fix it too," you took him by his arm and slowly lead him away. To his bedroom. However, he protested.
"Wait! We have to give 'er flowerz," he leaned down to Thor and yanked some of the flowers along with his golden hair from Thor's head. "Y'kno, to makup."
You shook your head and walked with him a little faster. "You don't have to. All you have to do is go to sleep now."
When the Avengers finally came to their senses Bruce shouted after you. "Hey what about Thor?"
"He's all yours," you shouted back from the elevators and pressed button leading to Loki's floor.
*
'He's heavier than he looks,' you think as you get closer to his bedroom door.
He's been leaning on you for support the whole silent (mildly uncomfortably silent) way to his bedroom. He groaned and mumbled something undecipherable here and there. You wished to be already in his room, put him in his bed and dissappear for few hours. You felt so awkward helping your friend who can barely stand after he drank because of you.
"Can you lean on the wall please?" you asked him when you both stood infront of his locked door. He unhooked his arm from around your shoulders and practically threw himself onto the nearest wall.
"Lean, not fall!"
He chuckled. "Sorrey, is the gravity," he mumbled.
You rolled your eyes and fished out a key from his bedroom door from your sweatpant pocket. When the thin metal slid into keayhole Loki threw his arms around you and gently squeezed you. "Are ya real?"
"Eeeh, yes? Why are you asking?"
"Because," he squished your cheeks together, "you're nice to me. And you're cute," he giggled.
You chuckled and removed his hands from your cheeks. "Thanks, but this isn't you. You need to sleep."
"Not me?" he asked, confusion all over his face. He ran his hand across his torso and settled on his face. "But this is my body and my face! It has to be me!"
"Yes, it is, but the acting isn't. Now come," you took his hand and gently lead him through his open door.
You pushed him to sit on his bed and wanted to walk out, but he won't let go of your hands. He studied them like a little child, turning them, looking at them from every angle. You blushed. He hasn't been this tender for a long time.
You cleared your throat. "You need to sleep. You're gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow."
His eyes left your hands resting in his and bore into yours. But they weren't as clear as usual, they were clouded and lost. "Why?"
"Eeeh, because you're drunk?"
"Why?"
"Because you drank?"
"Why?"
"Because-" no, you can't tell him. "It doesn't matter. Just sleep now," you tried to push him to his bed, but even in this state he was strong and unmovable.
"I don't wanna sleep. I need to find Univers!"
"Well, you can find your universe after you sober up."
"Noooo," he shook his head dramatically, his hair whiping around him. "I can't find my universe. YOU are MY universe," he held your hands close to his chest.
"But I need to find THE Universe! With the T'n'H'n'E infront of it," he started to ramble about Universe conspiring against him and you, but you didn't listen.
You stopped listening after he said 'you are my universe'. Did he mean it?
" 'Your' universe?" you asked and finally pushed him to lie down on his bed.
"Yea," he yawned, his eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. "I know you hate me, but I.... I...," and he was gone. Off to the dreamland.
You stayed there for few more minutes in case he woke up and finished what he wanted to say, but no such thing happened. You could play on drumms next to him and he wouldn't move.
You softly brushed his hair from his face and covered him with his soft black blanket. "I don't hate you Loki. I never did. I just hope you'll be just as nice and calm when you sober up as you were right now," you caressed his cheek for the last time and walked to his door.
Before you closed, you looked back at him and softly whispered. "You are my universe too Loki."
*
Loki's head pulsed with pain. That's what woke him up, actually. Blindly, he felt around him with his hands, trying to find out where he was. Warm blanket, soft bed, his Asgardian armour still on. It was dirty from clay and smelled weird. Almost like.... alcohol?
'Oh,' he thought, 'that happened.'
He groaned and opened his eyes, only to instantly cover them with his palm. Light from the nearby window was stabbing his eyeballs causing him even bigger headache. All he wanted to do was get a big- no, giant cup of cold water and down it just as fast as he was doing with the alcohol yesterday.
But whenever he tried to use his magic only green and gold sparkles flew from his fingers and when he tried to stand up he got dizy and the whole room started to spin. He fell down onto his bed again. He felt as if his brother hit him with Mjolnir, his famous hammer.
If he wanted a cup of water, he will have to suffer through those few steps to his bathroom.
He reluctantly and slowly stood up and walking very close to wall he made his way for a drink. Or three, just in case.
After a long and unpleasant journey he fell onto his bed again, but not before he pulled blinds over the horribly bright window and rid himself of any dirty and uncomfortable clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.
With his head underneath his blanket, to block out any more light, he tried to remember as much of his actions from yesterday as he could.
From your room he went to gym to punch his frustration out. That's where Thor found him, interrogated him and then dragged him to Asgard to have a drink. Or a whole pub apparently. The rest is a blur. Something about garden, flowers and him and his brother crashing down to Midgard to look for someone. Who? He doesn't remember. Maybe you, since he remembered something about flowers. Maybe his drunk self thought it would be best to make up with you.
But that didn't make any sense, he had nothing to apologize for anymore. You were the one who told him those word. Where even were you anyways?
Just as he finished that thought he heard his doorknob move and his door creaked open.he slowly peaked out from underneath the blanket and in the dimness saw a familiar silhouette. You.
Carefully you put one foot infront of the other and walked straight towards him. You must think he's still asleep, that's why you're so careful. Oh, how he longed to pretend to be asleep and then jump at you and scare you. But he can't. He can't let his mischievious nature do that yet. Not when things between you two aren't like they used to be.
Instead he kept his eyes open and when you got close enough, he slightly moved. "Well look who showed up," he said.
You flinched a little. "Thank god you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"
"Horrible, to be honest," he rubbed his temples. "Why did you say 'finally awake'?"
You completely ignored his question. "Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"
"How about you give me an answer?"
You sighed. "You were out for two days Loki. I was starting to think you had alcohol poisoning and died in your sleep. I was checking up on you every few hours to make sure you're still with us," you confessed.
"Oh, alright. Thank you. And I don't need anything. I already obtained it," he pointed at his bedside table with three glasses of water.
"Still, your head must be torturing you. I'll bring you some painkillers," you ran outside before he could stop you.
You returned after few minutes with a small box of pills on one hand and a jar of water in the other. "So you don't have to stand up and go to the bathroom after you drink those three cups," you said and put the jar on his bedside table.
"Thank you. You are oddly kind to me," Loki pointed out.
You hummed and awkwardly stood infront of his bed, trying not to look at his naked torso. You fidgeted with the box for a while. "Just take one when you want," you said finally and put it next to the jar.
"Hey, can you tell me what happened yester- I mean two days ago? Was I and Thor a big disaster?" he asked, wanting you to stay with him.
"Well," you chuckled and scratched the back of your head. "It was a bit awkward and confusing. You and Thor appeared on the balcony and you were looking for universe for some reason."
Loki facepalmed. The pain from embarrassment was bigger than the pain his head was causing. "And let me guess, The Earth's Mightiest Heroes recorded everything, didn't they?"
You shook your head. "No, I didn't let them."
"Thank you," he smiled kindly.
You returned the smile. "Hey, can I sit here?" you pointed at the corner of his bed.
"Sure," he moved a little to give you more space. The bed dipped under your weight a little.
"I want to tell you few things," you said, your eyes watched how you fidgeted with your fingers.
"I'm listening."
"First I want to apologize for what I said. I was tetchy and I know it doesn't excuse what I said," you raised your eyes to his. "I just want you to know I didn't mean them. And I'm sorry. I would like to be your friend again. Please."
Loki bit his tongue from teasingly telling you 'no' and took a deep breath. "I would like to be your friend as well. I don't want us to argue anymore. So," he extended his arm towards you, "friends?"
You beamed at him. To him your smile shone brighter than the sun outside. You took his hand and shook it. "Friends."
"I'm glad," he squeezed your hand gently. He didn't want to let go yet. "And what about the rest of what you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh, right," you looked to the side. "You said something yesterday."
"Something offensive? If so, I apologize-"
"No! Not at all! It just..." you bit your lower lip and tilted your head, something you subconsciously did when you blushed. "Y-you said that... I am your universe," you said carefully.
Loki froze. Did he really say that? You didn't look like you were lying. Why did he tell you that? Why were you bringing that up? Did you possibly feel the same and want to be sure he wasn't kidding when he said it?
Loki must've took too long to respond, because you were trying to pull your hand from his and leave. This time Loki was fast to stop you. "I really said that?"
You gulped. "Yes, ehm did you mean it? Wait, you don't remember. Sorry," you chuckled awkwardly.
"If I said that while drunk, I meant it."
"Really?"
"Yes. I once heard 'alcohol reveals, who a person truly is', in that case I am a romantic," he winked and you giggled. He liked the fact you still giggle at his stupid jokes.
"For real now. You are my universe. My best friend. My partner in crime. And if you allow then I would like to add another title: my paramour. If you feel the same way, that is."
You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers with his. "You are my universe as well, Loki."
"Great," he lifted your joined hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "When I sober up and feel better I'm officially asking you out on a date."
"How long does it usually take for you to sober up?"
"A day or two," Loki shrugged and fell back onto his bed. His head started spinning again.
"That's too long," you said and layed next to him. "Can I watch over you while you sleep?"
"Sure thing love," he hugged you to him and kissed the crown of your head.
Bonus
"Darling, it's 2pm."
"Yes, so?"
"Aren't you supposed to take Rex out?"
"Bucky is training him."
"Oh, okay."
"You're so sweet to think of him."
"Hmmm."
*meanwhile*
Steve: hey, aren't you supposed to train him?
Bucky: *lying on the floor, Rex napping on his chest*
Bucky: uuuh, I gave him a break.
Steve: *raises one eyebrow*
Bucky: please don't tell her
Steve: only if I can join in
A/N: I was this close to write the angstiest ending, but I have a good mood today
Summary: Thor hasn’t tried to contact, what is life like with out him?
Warning: ANGST!, Sad Thor. Acohol abuse Mention, LOTS OF SMUT +18!! This is really just pure smut, something I never do. so enjoy touch deprived Thor.
A/N: This is the third (and last) part to Drunk Me, one of my favorites. Also, I always picture Thor with long hair in these. I wrote Drunk Me pre endgame (im psychic I know) but was stuck on long hair Thor bc who isn’t.
Masterlist. - Drunk Me - Sober Me
“Thor,” I called for him, opening his bedroom door. I just got off work, but he never left my mind today. I woke up determined. I figure dinner with him is enough to present a proposition.
“My love,” he called from the bathroom. When he opened the door, steam rolled out. He was fresh out of the shower. Skin glistening from the shining lights around the mirror behind him. “Forgive me, I was in the gym for hours.”
“Not a problem,” I had to fix my gaze away from his skin that I missed so much. “I picked up some dinner, meet me?”
“Of course.”
I turn on the TV, automatically searching for something on netflix, background noise at most. He used to like to watch FRIENDS with me, so I settled on it. A few chinese take out boxes were on the table, ready for him whenever, but was I? I stared ahead from my spot on the couch waiting to eat. The sun was setting out the windows, leaving an orange hue to dance across the room. His eyes were always a catch this time of day, the contrast was impeccable.
“Smells so good, Love.” He walked into the room fully clothed, to my dismay. “Thank you.” Clapping a friendly warm hand over my shoulder before trecking around the couch to sit beside me. He smells so delightful, a smell I used to bask in, drink in every night. It was signature, nothing would compare.
I kicked my shoes off and curled my legs onto the couch, pulling a blanket from the back rest. They were a must in the cold open room, especially when he is not as close as I want him to be, not close enough to keep me warm.
“Pick what you want, I’m not too hungry.” He leaned forward, lining up three boxes without even looking. I wanted to fast forward twenty minutes. The time was not too slow with my favorite show to capture my attention, but I took the liberty of laying across the couch, my head on his thigh. I do not have to look at him this way and feel a sharp yearning in my heart. I can feel him and his closeness, his proximity, but I do not have to look at him.
“Baby are you going to eat?” He questioned, almost concerned. I had been quiet, but I just want to touch him, its physically making me ache and I cannot stand it any longer. Who can have an appetite with that?
“No, I’m not hungry,” I mumble, adjusting my head and pulling the blanket over my shoulder.
“Love, what’s wrong?” What is left of the food is discarded onto the table and he sat back with a sigh. A small spike of anxiousness flooded through me, down to my core when I look at him again. He was just curious, that is all. And he has done so good at telling me what he is thinking, it is only fair that I do as well. It is hard, I will give him that.
Sitting up to face him is so much harder than not looking into his curious eyes.
My hand reaches the side of his head when he looks at me like that. Like I am his only source of muscle that makes his heart beat on time. Like I hung the stars in the sky, curious and worried. Its endearing, comes with a feeling that no other would be able to give me. A feeling of love, rush, excitement, nervousness, and curiosity of my own when his head leans into my touch. It was subtle but by senses had zeroed in on it. A small experimental circle of my fingers and his eyelids fall closed, he did it again. Arms falling lax in his lap.
“I miss you,” I whisper and his electric blues meet mine, freezing me.
“I’m right here.” He keens, seeming to wake up slightly from my touch.
“No, Thor.” Of course, he is right here with me. I see him, but I want to feel him. My body works on its own accord, finding myself working to straddle his thighs. I just want to be close to him, that is all. “No, I miss you.” I speak with as much conviction I can muster, though a rush from the bold move makes my brain slightly fuzzy, tipsy on him.
His shoulders drop, tension gone when his hands settle where they are always meant to be, on me, my skin that itches for him and feels like fire under his hands. As if it was involuntary, his head drops back into my hands that curled around the base of his skull, entangling my fingers into his hair. It was not even anything sexual, just a need to be touched.
“Really?” He begs for the reassurance. Practically purring into the massage of my fingertips around his neck.
“Yes, really. I need you, I love you.” He watches me with wide eyes at my confession, not knowing how to respond, luckily I have got that figured out. I leaned into him, my lips meeting his in a searing kiss. It is all I longed for, for so long. For his hands to dig under my shirt so he can feel my soft skin, all for him. He was quick to react, quick to draw out a strangled moan from his throat, not hiding his longing to be loved like this. To do good by me and make me know he’s changed for us both.
His emotions were pouring out in waves, cradling me to him as if I would want to be anywhere else at the moment. Lips and teeth and tongue clash in the heat, he cannot get enough. I was here and I was not leaving this time, he was not going to give a reason to.
I need to breath, heaving from our exchange but he does not want to waste one single moment of his lips on my skin. Drawing them across my jaw in open mouthed kisses, across my neck in a heating rush to taste my skin. It was all he had worked for. He worked against his own mind for this trophy, this mark of success.
I whined against the pull of his lips once again marking me as his. It’s been too long. “Please, Thor, please.” I do not exactly know what I want, all I know is that I want him, all of him, this is what I wanted.
Just please don’t stop.
“Shh, baby. I’m here.” He promised his heart away, memorizing my decollete like it had changed in the months of his absence, lips across my throat, collar bones, down to my chest his lips traveled. “I’ll take care of you. I’m here.”
I met his lips again, clinging to him as he held my legs in place, standing from the couch and blindly walking to the hallway. His promises whispered like burning secrets, and couldn’t force myself to do much but listen and drink them in and store them inside me.
Only mere seconds before he laid me against those ever so soft sheets of his unmade bed. I was right. My shirt needed to be gone to feel the soft sheets against my skin, and they were so soft, just like I had imagined. Or maybe I was biased with his lips drawing across my breasts, swiftly losing my bra in the process. I could not think, only feel his touch, feel his skin. My hands made their own work of his shirt, his body hot against mine. The distracting assault of his lips left my hands to wander his arms, cradle his head against me.
Don’t ever stop, please.
“I need you, please, I need you.” My voice was too breathless, I am not sure he can understand me. He must have, my skirt sliding away, panties all the same. Burning kisses followed a pattern down my abdomen. Where I want him, where I was heating for touch.
Just touch me everywhere.
I was offering myself to him, waiting for him to take. I know he needs it just as much as I do, he has to. And he takes.
His arm weighed down my bucking hips for friction, basking in the sight of my slick all for him. I have waited too long. One thick strip of his tongue across my cunt, basking in the taste he had been starved of, is all he needs to flip his switch. Groaning in the familiarity that he longed to feel, my twitching from his tongue, my hands in his hair pulling, pleading for more. It was a drug, I can be his fix. It is almost a punch of air out of my lungs, lurching forward for hands in his hair to ground myself.
“Ohh,” I whisper, eyes falling shut at the feeling. I am so close already, my blood thrumming in my veins from the first touch of his mouth, ready to burst. His hands designated to my thighs, parting them in favor of him tasting me with soothing strokes of his tongue. His eyes close, lashes fanned on his cheeks as he kisses me there, relishing in it. He groans quietly into the soft skin of my thigh when he comes up for a breathe, pressing a sticky kiss there.
I am quivering hot to the touch while he eats me out slowly with the velvet slide of his tongue, sounding off soft little grunts of pleasure. I watched as his hips turned to bunch against the bed, for friction. He is hard for me, all for me and it makes my mouth water.
“I want you so badly,” I whisper to him. It makes tears prick my eyes but I blink them away. He feels it, he has to feel this invisible force stirring and drawing us together. The soft pulses of his lips work, closing around, and it shocks me. The sight undoes me too fast, I tried to hold on, tried to stay there, but a second of lost focus folded me in, my walls clenching, gushing on his face. The coil gave, tipping over the edge throwing my body into a pool of tingles and heat. My head dropping in syruppy pleasure.
Before my vision could clear he was leaning over me, naked in his glory. My hands went to him, I just want to touch him all the time, be close. His eyes are still dark, making him look almost feral for me to wrap my arms around his body as he loses himself while buried to the hilt. We need it.
My heart lurches, stuttering in my chest at his heavy cock dropping on my heat as he leans in for a meeting of clashing lips, begging for attention. I curl my hand around him with a tightly wound fist, he hisses into the kiss, leaving to teeth at my jaw, down my neck and throat.
I guide him to my entrance, crying out as he breaches my soaking hole. “Please, Thor. Oh, God.” He presses in further, stretching my walls around him. A pinch is masked by his words of yearning for this, for working towards this, words of his proclamation to love me and do right by us both.
He sits deep, drawing out a slow drag against my tight walls before sinking in again. My moans are exclaimed, he takes them with his mouth over mine, breathing in the lick of pleasure. The drag is torture, sending shocks of pleasure after not being touched by him for so long. The sink of his tip to the hilt, knocking me in just the right spot to send a black image through my brain, emptying out all thoughts in exchange for him occupying my every thought and stealing my soul. The sink has got to be worse than the drag out, impaling, grinding and stretching all the right spots, it is sinful.
He groans, ragged as my hands press into his shoulders from behind, my legs wrapping him to hold hostage. His hips rut against mine in the most delicious sense, his muscle rubbing into my clit with fire. I cannot last long underneath him, not with his rhythm guiding me to come again all too quickly.
My eyes struggle to remain on his, unwillingly fluttering away on a wave of pleasure, taking me away from his glistening skin. The sound of his narrow breathes, clenching around his driven need to protect that no one understands but him, the heat fans over me in shaking draws.
My eyes come back with the sear of his lips and teeth, drawing me back to the surface. His skin is reddened, crawling up his chest and neck, thrusting out small grunts as if he does not know he is making them. He is lost in my touch. Primal and drowning in my taste and tight squeeze. It was a sight to come apart to.
I am dropped into a second, coming hard while he drills and rutts deep over and over again, his huffs stuttered when he feels my walls contract tightly over him, proving to be too much.
He moans deep and heavy into my neck sending vibrations down my spine, only adding to my shaking orgasm thats rolling through in big heavy waves. I clutch him close, guiding his face to mine, opening for him and trading trembling kisses back and forth.
A relief of mind floods through us both. He pressed through my aftershocks, legs twitching slightly before drawing out and laying himself beside me, his chest rising and falling hypnotically. He does not go far for long, his hand cradling my jaw for a close proximity, pressing his forehead to mine. He wants to be near, I want to be a part of him somehow, eyes closing in exhaustion and mind almost sailing away too soon.
“Thor,” I murmur. A tremble wrecks through my body, the last of the shocks from an extreme high, and he presses his lips to my forehead.
Thorbowski, stage 1 achievement unlocked! Pleased with these cloth goods (and beer mug) from @gpslot on Ebay, although the robe sadly lacks a belt. More updates as further upgrades arrive and are applied.
Summary: Imagine an apologetic Thor bringing home a very drunk and swaying Loki, sheepishly explaining that ‘things may have gotten a bit out of hand’ before you are left with the task of herding Loki to bed, who of course fights you every step of the way, never mind that he can barely stand on his own. Naturally, when you finally get there, sleep is the last thing on his mind…
Pairing: pre-established Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2748
Notes: drinking, drunk Loki, handsy Loki, (little ball of rage), groping, kissing, swearing, NSFW?
After another successful mission. You and the others make your way back to the common room to celebrate, relax, and generally disperse to your own activities while trying to wind down. Tony and Nat naturally start pouring everyone’s favorite drinks. Bucky and Vision leave to their own rooms shortly after the first drink, neither bothering with the stuff as it doesn’t ever have influence on them. Two drinks later, feeling relaxed, you excuse yourself to your room, needed a quiet moment alone. You know how the rest of the group can get when alcohol is involved, even if Steve could barely feel anything when he kept up with Tony. Loki watches with a grin as you leave. You can hear various mumblings followed by Thor laughing loudly as you walk further down the hall, not caring what was said in your leaving.
After showering, and changing into comfy lounge wear, your attention is brought back to your abandoned book. The one you were half way through and dying to finish. Knowing it could still be a few hours before anyone would come knocking or be loud enough to disturb you, you settled down with your book and a cup of tea from your small kitchenette.
Time passes and before you know it you’ve finished your book. Looking at the clock you sigh, it’s nearing midnight; chuckling at the thought that Loki, Thor, and Nat are probably still enjoying Tony’s overly large bar. Unable to resist, you start to order the next book in the series when a thunderous knock at your door makes you jump slightly.
“What the..” Pushing your laptop onto your coffee table rolling your eyes, assuming you’re going to be greeted by some prank when you open the door.
You glance through the peep hole, bracing for a start, only to see a very smiley, very guilty looking Thor, very, very close to the door.
“Okkkayyy.. What’d you do.. Loki?” Your question dies in your throat as you take in a slumped Loki being held up by Thor.
“Lady (Y/N)!” Thor booms, dipping slightly to bow, jostling Loki like a rag doll. “You’re looking well rested, little sister!” Thor smiled, eyes filled with concern.
“I was just reading. Have a good time you two?”
“We did! You would have been.. ug,.. proud.. I think.”
Thor began to mumble his words as he tried to keep Loki upright when the later reached for you. Rolling your eyes out of the hilarity of the situation you were about to ask what got into the brothers when suddenly you hear a large thud coming from behind them, followed by giggles. You move to look around the wall that is Thor to see a very irate Nat letting go of the grip he had on Steve’s biceps. Losing his footing as his knees buckle, he slides not so gracefully to the side, down the wall, and lands in front of Bucky’s door. Nat squares her shoulders and knocks loudly.
“Sam I swear to –“ Bucky opens the door, nearly stepping on a giggling Steve.
“I got him this far, Barnes. It’s your turn now. I’m done.” She dead pans when Steve’s giggling becomes even louder.
Sighing she walks away leaving a confused but amused Bucky as he looks down just in time to see Steve pulling tight on the knot he just formed with both of Bucky’s shoe laces.
“Come on man.” Bucky chuckles, toeing off his shoes. He looks up and sees the trio of you stock still, except for a gently swaying Loki, and freezes.
“Good luck, (Y/N)!” He says, shaking his head before grabbing Steve by the wrists and pulling him into his quarters. “Come on tough guy.”
“Yeah, you too Buck.”
You look back to Thor, shaking your head and lifting a brow as your mouth drops open though no words come out.
“Why?” You eventually get out, “Why the Asgardian mead? Hmm? Was it your idea? Or was it yours?” You ask eyeing first Thor and then Loki.
Loki chuckles awkwardly as his hunched form does little more than lightly shake.
“Oh nooo.” He snickers smacking playfully at Thor, “Mummy’s angry.”
“Loki.” Thor boomed, causing you to wince.
“I’ve told you not to make mummy mad.” Loki whispers as he tries to take a step towards your door, his failed attempt resulting in him kicking the door jam.
“Yeah. Uh huh.” You look at Loki, wondering if he saw two or just one of you. “Thor, what happened?”
“Well, as you know, we decided to have a few drinks in celebration of our recent victory...” he starts, before adjusting his grip on Loki.
“And..”
“And well, Tony made a point about Steven needing to blow off steam like the rest of us...”
“Implying your Asgardian –“
“Asgardian mead, yes.” Thor nods but looks away. You were starting to think you really were ‘Mummy’ after all.
“And then?”
“And, well, again, as you know, it turns out, Loki and Steven worked very well together during this last mission. So much so that I think, if they remember anything tomorrow, they shall still be on their way to becoming great friends.” He beamed before looking down to a slightly sulking and bored looking Loki.
“You’re stalling, what happened?”
“I merely…” Loki began before pausing and looking up and to his left as if something caught his eye. Thor lightly jostles him, bringing him back to the present. “Hmm? Yes.. I merely wanted to help the ca-cap-captain man out.”
Thor immediately beams another seemingly innocent smile down at you as Loki flashes you a truly mischievous grin; making you wonder what kind of trouble they got into when they were little.
“Loki..”
“He merely.. he uh, he and the Captain.. you, you see” Thor stammered, trying for time.
Loki smiled “I may have added to the, to the, drink..”
“You made it stronger?” You try your best to keep a straight face, but Lord help you, part of you loves when Loki goes off the handle like this.
“Indeed. D-darling.” His smile growing as he started to eye you up and down.
“Anything else I need to know, Thor?” You ask, as you plucked some lint off of Loki’s shoulder, trying to be mad at him.
“My brother and Steven.. They wanted to see who could, could out drink the other.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Loki.” You laugh, pulling his arm over your shoulder, now holding up half of his weight. “Come here.”
Silence grew as Thor fully handed over his brother. Loki’s arms immediately wrapping around you causing you to smile at his blatant inebriated honesty. The burden of glorious purpose was now yours and yours alone to hold up. Thor made supporting his weight look easy. Loki wasn’t exactly heavy, but being of all lean muscle and taller than you, it was doable, but in his drunken state… well, he didn’t exactly make it easy for you as his lanky limbs wrapped around you and got in your way.
“Hmm, darling,” Loki drawls, as his hands wandered over the curves of your body, pressing you into him. “You feel d-divine.”
You huff out a laugh as you tried to keep your tangled bodies up right.
“Do I dare ask who, whom, who, who won?” You looked up to Thor as Loki starts to nuzzle and nip at your neck, distracting you.
“Whom?” Thor replies, also in question.
“Whomst.” Loki mumbles lowly into your hair so only you could hear, causing you to laugh.
“With the drinking. Was it Stevie or Loki?” you ask still amused at Loki’s clinginess.
“Loki did.” Thor smiles with pride. “Even with his addition of magic, he still drank Steven under the table, as you say.”
Thor clapped his hand down on Loki’s back, which caused you both to stagger back a few small steps.
“Even outside of battle, my brother has done well today.”
Sighing heavily as you brace Loki against the door way, “And did you by chance partake as well, Thor?”
Thor didn’t say anything, but his twisted smile answered for you.
“I see..” you work on turning Loki inwards towards your quarters. “Do you need help too, or am I to be left alone with his highness?” You cheekily ask before catching Loki as he started to fall when you tried to get him to stand on his own.
“I shall be fine, Lady (Y/N).” He says swaying slightly. “Now I think I shall find my chambers…”
“And if not?”
“I shall ask the entity of Lady F.R.I.D.A.Y. to help me.” He beamed again, before continuing in a whisper, “I think she likes me.”
“Oh, Thor.” You half giggled, causing Loki to slightly growl into your ear, “go to bed.”
He made a move towards your door, “Your own bed, Thor.” You said as you raised a hand toward him, hoping he’d stop, as Loki’s grip tightened possessively around you.
“Of course, Lady (Y/N).” He smiled, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “I shall slumber alone, for the Valkyrie of my heart is so far away..”
He starts down the hallway swaying slightly side to side, half humming and half singing a melody you recognize but can’t place.
“What a bumbling oaf.” Loki lightly jests as he stares down at you, moving his hands to either side of your face.
“He can have his moments.” You say without thinking.
“What?” Loki snarls back. “Would you take his side, when clearly you have a god before you?”
Ah, angry, drunk Loki; your favorite Loki. You rolled your eyes internally, before wrapping your arms around him tightly and sighing.
“My Loki. My love.” You stated slowly, drawing his attention to you, causing him to forget his sudden burst of irritation. “How could I ever compare the two of you. Clearly, you’re the only one for me. It’s been obvious, for much longer than I’d like to admit. You know that. Everyone knows that.”
His face began to soften. His snarl turning into a dopey, lust filled smirk as he brought his lips to yours.
“Say, say, say it again.” He slurs, gazing passionately at you.
You smile, knowing exactly what he wants. “Loki.” You whisper right before his lips touch yours, a fervent, almost sloppy, yet passionate kiss.
Somehow you manage to push him into the room enough to close the door. Though your steps falter as his lips fall to your throat. You try with all your might to efficiently tug him through the living room towards the bedroom. He goes to kiss you again, but quickly your lips parting from his as your concentration brakes and your movements became more strenuous.
“Why do y-you resist me, m-my darling?” Loki’s lips moved to your neck as his hands fondled your breast and hip.
“Loki.”
“Yesss, pet.”
“You gotta help me a little here.” You post your slow moving cargo partially against the couch, partially against your chest, as you slow your breath and try to think of a new game plan as he continues to paw at you absentmindedly.
“Are you hungry at all?” You were only five steps away from the small kitchen, “There’s already water in our room. I was reading before you showed up.”
You ran your fingers through his mused hair as he blearily looked into the kitchen before turning his gaze back to you.
“There’s only one-one-one thing I’m hungry for.”
“Toast? Or possibly just the toaster?” you ask, arching a brow, referring to one of the first times you saw him drunk, wandering around the kitchen, confusing the words “toast” and “toaster.” Had he been sober, he’d find you mildly amusing at best.
Cocking his head to the side, brow furrowed, he asks, “Toaster?”
You mirror the motion of his head, turning yours to the side as well. “Are you hungry?”
“What?”
“Darling, do want anything to eat? Anything to drink?”
He shakes his head violently, like a child, causing you to chortle.
“Alright, alright. No food, my love. Let’s go. Come on, we’re almost there.”
“But I’m hungry.” He whines, pulling on your top lightly.
Trying to school your expression, you ask, “What are you hungry for?”
“You, my pet.” He growls against your ear as he wraps his arms around you again, shifting his weight making you both tumble over onto the cushions of the couch. You shriek and giggle landing on top of him.
“Loki,” you sigh, as his lips assault your neck.
“Hmm, darling.”
“We need to get to bed.”
His hands work their way under your shirt, trying to rid you of it while also trying to keep you close to him. His efforts never bearing fruit.
“Are-re you not comfortable, darling?” He asks between kisses, his hands continue to wander. “Are you not, not, not enjoying this?”
“I, yes, I am, but, but, Loki.” You clear your throat, momentarily distracting him. “I’m not getting trapped on the couch again.”
You manage to pull yourself away from his grasp, to stand next to him. “Pet?” His hand grasps your calf and rests there.
“Are we not already in bed?”
“No, we’re not,” you laugh again. “Now will you join me in bed or shall I leave you here to pout?”
“Perhaps not.” He stairs at the ceiling, concern flashing over his face.
“What’s wrong darling?” You pull his hand into yours, kneeling next to him.
“Will you help me?” his voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course, darling, of course.” You kiss his cheek. “I’ll always be here.”
Loki raises his other arm, which you take and pull him into a seated position. He moves to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your side where your top has risen revealing skin. The warmth of his breath and hands cause you to shiver and momentarily forget yourself, carding your fingers through his hair. You tug lightly drawing his face back to look up at you. A cheeky smile slowly takes shape on his darkened features and you sweetly smile in return. You lean forward to help him stand again, steadying his swaying body when he’s fully standing.
You take one small step. Then another. And another. More shuffling along then proper walking down the short hall. Loki’s grip tightens as he starts to lean to the side, slowing your progress towards the bedroom. Your eyes grow round as you realize there’s no way to stop your shifting momentum towards the wall. As your back hits the wall Loki chuckles darkly, kissing you senseless and grinding into you.
“Fuck.” You shakily say as Loki moves his attentions to your neck, marking you you’re sure.
Loki leans his weight further onto you, pinning you to the wall, which seems to be the only way he can stand up right. You reach to the side, feeling the door jam to your shared room. Sighing again at how close, yet how far away you are from getting him to bed.
“Something the matter?” His one hand sits heavily at your waste, the other pressed into the wall by your head, aiding in supporting his weight.
“Since you only seem to have one thing on that fabulous mind of yours, yes.” You smirk at him.
“And whatever could that be?” He moves to kiss you again, but you place your fingers on his lips to stop him, causing him to arch a brow at you.
“How about you can continue your quest when we go in there?” You motion with your free hand back towards your room, hoping that this last-ditch effort will be enough to finally finish your last task of the day.
“Sounds.” He lightly nips at your fingers. “Promising.”
“Hmm, that’s cuz you know I can deliver.”
“Indeed, you can, my queen.” He wraps his arms around you again, tugging you into him and away from the wall.
You take this opportunity to move the both of you the last final steps into your room, finally stopping next to the bed.
“You have quite a way with wo-words, darling.”
“I learn from the best.” You wink at him.
He lazily laughs, dipping his lips to yours. It was going to be a long night, you knew it the moment you saw him in the door way propped up by Thor. But this time when he shifts his weight to fall onto the bed with you, you don’t complain.
As always, if you do / don’t want to be tagged in something, let me know! <3
After reading an Imagine about Thor and Steve at a party, I got inspired, so I decided to try the reader insert again. I wrote it with an actual named person, then went back and changed everything to fit a reader insert. Easier, but I might have missed a few. Hopefully it isn’t terrible. I am much more used to writing about superheroes in middle school than I am as adults.
Thanks so much to @lostnerdouttime for the lovely inspirational Imagine. Dang it. Now I want to expand this to a full story.
The Imagine in it’s original form is below this. It was, “Thor and Steve calling “Daddy” in your phone to get your dad to come pick you up after a party but suddenly Tony’s phone starts ringing.”
Being Tony Stark’s daughter was something that you were proud of, even if you couldn’t tell anyone about it.
Your mother met Tony soon after his parents died and both of them were always honest about the fact that it wasn't a love match, but a one night stand that led to your birth nine months later. He wanted to do the right thing though, so he offered to take care of both of you, an offer your mother refused. Instead, she took a job at a law firm in Boston while putting herself through law school and would only allow him to help with expenses directly involving you.
Your mother also insisted that the fact that you were Tony's daughter be a secret from the rest of the world, because she didn't want you to grow up as an item of interest to the press. It was never a secret from you though, and Tony tried to be as much a part of your life as possible. He was there when you graduated from high school at 16, and was thrilled that you chose MIT to study Electrical Engineering just as he did. He offered you a job with Stark Industries after you earned your Master’s degree, even if the salary was well above the usual for a 22 year old with your experience. You agreed, though, because it meant spending more time with your dad, even if only you, him and Pepper Potts knew the truth.
Less than two years later, you found yourself at a party in the residential part of the tower. You had just finished dancing with your friend, Steve Rogers, for about the fifth time that night. You normally didn’t get invited to these parties, but Steve asked you to come and your dad didn’t object.
“I am completely exhausted,” you declared as Steve led you over to one of the couches. “I didn’t realize that being your friend would mean so much dancing.”
“Don’t forget that it was you who suggested the salsa class. I just expanded from there,” he grinned. “Want me to get you a drink?”
“Sure, maybe some water?” You watched him walk away with a smile.
You didn’t really have much to do with the Avengers, and they certainly didn’t know about your true relationship with Tony. You did help Clint Barton create some new arrows that did interesting things, but that was about the extent of it.
That changed about three months ago when you overheard your dad talking to Steve about the possibility of building something that would recall his shield to him when he threw it. Tony agreed to let you work on the problem, which he immediately seemed to regret when Steve began spending more time than strictly necessary in the lab with you whenever he was in town. Soon there were salsa lessons followed by jive, waltz and swing dance lessons. Next came bowling nights, movie nights and game nights. It wasn’t really dating, you guessed, since he was always the perfect gentleman with you, as much as you might have wished that he wasn’t.
“Lady, (Y/N)!” You recognized the voice of Thor and stood to greet him. You and Thor met a few weeks ago while you were spending time with Steve.
“Nice to see you, Thor. How are you?”
“I am well. Just back from visiting Jane. I miss her already.” He took out a small gold flask and poured a tiny bit of liquid into his glass before draining it in seconds. Seeing you eyeing him curiously, he grinned. “This is the Asgardian equivalent of your whiskey. Very powerful. I would offer you some, but a tiny bit is strong enough to possibly render you unconscious.”
You threw up her hands and laughed. “No thank you. Alcoholism runs in my family, so I am very selective with my drinking. Besides, Steve has had me dancing most of the night. I’m perfectly happy with water.” Steve rejoined you and handed you a glass.
“My friend, would you like to try?” Thor waved the flask in front of Steve. “Earth alcohol doesn’t seem to affect you, but perhaps Asgardian will.”
“Oh yeah. You should definitely try this Steve. You know, for science purposes,” you suggested with a giggle.
“Wow. I think you’ve been around Tony too long. You sound just like him, (Y/N).”
You couldn’t help snorting at his comment and had to cover your mouth.
Thor poured a more generous helping of the brown liquid into the glass and handed it to Steve. He looked at you and shrugged before downing it in one shot. “Not bad. It goes down smoothly,” he coughed before holding out the glass and Thor poured a little more for him, before taking some for himself.
This continued for the next half hour, and based on their raised voices, as well as Steve’s flushed face and grin, it appeared that Asgardian liquor did, in fact, work on a super soldier. You watched in amusement as Steve finally decided that he had enough and crashed down beside you on the couch.
“You know that this is your fault, (Y/N),” he grinned at you. “I haven’t felt like this since before the war when Bucky’s cousin got us some moonshine from somewhere in Jersey.”
“I’m not sure you can blame me for this. I suggested you try it, not drink half of it!”
You were surprised when he reached over and took your hand in his. “You could make it up to me if you would agree to let me take you out for Valentine’s Day this weekend. Like a real date?”
You looked around the room, glad that your dad had wandered off with Bruce Banner to do science a while ago, before smiling at him. “Are you asking me to be your Valentine, Captain Rogers?”
“Yeah, I guess I am,” he returned your smile.
“Well, then. I’m saying yes.”
“I do not think that I, in good conscious, can approve of this,” Thor said, interrupting the moment. “On Asgard the man would seek permission from his lady’s father before such courting. Was it not this way on earth in your time, Steven?” Thor’s grin betrayed the seriousness of his words.
“Well, sort of. I would pick her up for the date and meet her father, certainly. We should do that, (Y/N). I’ve talked to your mother on the phone, but your father lives here in the city, yet I’ve never seen him. Yeah, let’s do that!” Over the course of spending time with Steve, you both had talked about your families. One night, when you slipped up and mentioned that your father lived in the city, he became very interested in why you didn’t seem to see him that often. Of course, what Steve didn’t know was that you actually saw him every day.
You looked at him through wide eyes. “Yeah, really, really bad idea, Steve. Like the worst idea ever.”
“Does your father disapprove of Earth’s Mightest Heroes?” Thor laughed. “Traditions must be respected. Perhaps if I called and spoke with him? He could come pick you up from the party and meet us, so that Steven can ask him properly.”
“Really not a great plan, Thor. Trust me.”
You realized too late that Steve had grabbed your phone from your handbag. “Old people love me. I’m Captain America!” Steve slurred his words and you couldn’t decide if you should be amused by drunken Steve, or horrified that neither Thor nor Steve were letting this go.
“My dad isn’t that old,” you giggled as you grabbed for the phone. He evaded you easily.
“Call Father,” Steve spoke into the phone. When nothing happened, you breathed a sigh of relief.
“Try Dad,” Thor suggested.
Steve grinned, still holding the phone out of your reach. “Call Dad.” Once again, nothing happened.
“Alright guys. This has been fun, but it is time to chill out. Steve, you want to impress my Daddy, let me assure you that this isn’t the way to……..”
You were cut off as Steve spoke into the phone one more time with a wide grin. “Call Daddy.”
You jumped up fast, surprising him and grabbing the phone. It had already started ringing, so you shut the call down as quickly as you could. Steve just laughed.
“I think we figured it out, Thor.”
Thor responded by grabbing the phone from your hand and saying, “Call Daddy,” into the speaker.
Once again, you grabbed at your phone. You were actually surprised at how easily you got it from him, and you shut it off after a few rings. You noticed that the other party goers were watching now, and you couldn’t help laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Steve apparently took this as a sign that you were having fun with it, so he once again grabbed the phone and loudly yelled, “Call Daddy,” into it. When you reached for it, he tossed it to Thor. You lunged for the phone again, but Steve grabbed you around the waist to stop you and Thor held the phone over his head, well out of your reach.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the door was torn off the hinges, flying halfway across the room. Clint Barton had to jump out of the way to avoid getting hit by it. Your dad came into the room, part of his Iron Man suit covering his arms, with Bruce trailing after him. Tony was holding his hands up defensively as he looked around the room. Finally, his eyes settled on you.
“(Y/N),” he gasped. “Is something wrong? I’ve gotten three calls from you that were all hang ups!”
The entire room went silent, and you froze, your hands still raised above your head in a futile attempt to reach your phone and Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist in a comical attempt to stop you. Thor just stood there stupidly with the phone raised above his head. You had no idea what to do next.
As he made his way over to the three of you, Tony took in the scene before him. The look on his face was what you would describe as the angry dad face and finally you all three seemed to snap out of it. Thor put his hands down and gave you back your phone with an apologetic look at Tony. Steve took a step back from you, looking between you and Tony with something like shock.
“What in the HELL is happening here?” Tony demanded from all of you. His laser hands pointed at Steve and Thor.
Both you and Steve seemed to have lost the ability to speak, so Thor gave it a try. “Well, my friend,” he emphasized the word friend, possibly in a vain attempt to remind Tony of their good will. “We discovered that Asgardian alcohol can, in fact, affect Captain America, and we might have gotten a little carried away in our revelry and decided that it was important for Steve to talk to (Y/N)’s father, so we attempted to call him.”
You finally found your voice and shrugged at your dad. “I tried to stop them. That’s why there were hang ups. It isn’t my fault that they are both huge beefcake like giants. I had no hope against them.” You covered your mouth to hide the giggle that escaped from you and gave him your best Daddy’s Little Girl look.
Tony finally lowered his arms and met your eyes. You recognized amusement as he looked between the three of you, and you relaxed just a little bit until he settled his eyes on Steve, who seemed to have completely forgotten that he still had his arm around you.
Your dad looked around the room. “Okay, so now you all know about the best thing to ever come from a youthful indiscretion. Keep it in the family, please.” He walked up to you and kissed your forehead like he used to do when you were small, and you could feel every eye in the room on the two of you.
Next, he focused his gaze on Steve, who was completely unsure of how to react. “Capsicle?” He poked Steve in the chest. “Keep your hands off my daughter, old man. You’re old enough to be her grandfather. Technically, you are old enough to be her great-grandfather.” He turned to walk out of the room.
“Would now be a good time for Steven to speak with you about the Valentine’s Day date he has planned with (Y/N) this weekend?” Thor called after him.
“No, it absolutely would NOT. We can discuss that NEVER.” He left without even looking back.
