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Cabins and Curiosity: 3

When it comes time for Y/n and Peter to leave the friendly giant Loki, what will they go through to stay with him?

Request: @laurenandloki

First part: Cabins and Curiosity: 1

Second Part: Cabins and Curiosity: 2

Third Part: This one

Y/n awoke on top of Loki’s shoulder. Her eyes blinked open blearily at the bright light peeking through the curtained windows. The weather was peaceful as a sleeping baby and she could see the dew dripping of a plant growing right next to the glass. Loki grunted in his sleep and let out a snore. Y/n covered her mouth when laughter escaped her lips. From the scare he had given her earlier he sure didn’t seem evil now.

More like an overgrown teddy bear.

His black hair hung before his ear so she moved it out of the way before she attempted to wake him. She stood on tiptoes to reach his earlobe and gave it a gentle tug. Loki only reached up to swat her touch away, nearly knocking her off her perch. Shaken up but not defeated, she tried again. She stretched up and pulled harshly earning a rather violent reaction from him. Loki jerked forward from the unfamiliar awakening causing Y/n to fly off his shoulder. Thankfully, his hand shot up and cradled her in a cupped palm.

He brought her to his face and smiled at her.”Sorry about that dear.” He said with a deep morning voice.

“Do you feel better?” He asked, brushing some hair out of her face with a fingertip.

Y/n nodded with a toothy smile.

A knock sounded at the door making both their heads turn towards the sound, “That’s odd… I wasn’t expecting anyone.” He stands up and ambles his way to the door still holding Y/n against his chest. She rubs her cheek into the soft fabric, warm with Lokis body heat. When Loki opens the door he sees Thor standing on the doorstep, his arms crossed and Mjölnir dangling from a wrist.

“What a surprise to see you here,” Loki says dryly.

“Brother you know why I have come,” Thor states, his voice deep with entitlement.

Y/n is confused and she looks back and forth between the two giants perched on her knees. She lays both hands on Lokis’s thumb trying to look at him better as she pushes herself up. Unfortunately, all she can see is the underside of his jaw, which looks very tense. She crouches back down in the cave of his fingers.

“I don’t want to force them from you.” She hears Thor say.

“That’s what you’re going to have to do then.” Loki’s voice sounds intense with emotion. Suddenly Lokis’s hand snaps shut like a trap and begins to shake aggressively.

“Loki!” She shouts as a tear slips from the corner of her eye. He must not hear her as the trembling continues and she is jostled like a rubber ball in his fist.

Light enters the darkness and blinds her. She dizzily grabs for the nearest thing to lean against and recognizes it as Lokis thumb. She wraps herself around the appendage hanging on for dear life. Even the mighty Thor won’t be able to pull her away.

But that’s where she’s wrong.

Thor pinches her waist and causes pain to loosen her grip just enough for him to pull her off the comfort of Loki. She cries out and pounds her tiny fists against Thor’s big hands. He tucks her away in the middle, enclosing her from the outside world. The voices above are muffled and his heartbeat is echoed between palms.

“You’ll regret this brother.” Loki threats, laced with poison.

“You know I don’t want to do this, she has to return to her home planet. Her other family misses her very much.” Thor tries to comfort. Loki won’t have any of it though and shuts the door in his face.

For a while, Thor just stands there.

“Thor?” She says softly.

He ignores her and begins to walk towards wherever they are going. She sits down with a hmmph, and crosses her arms over her chest annoyed with Thor.

“Thor? I gotta use the bathroom…” She squeaks. Finally, he opens his palms, his big face peering in.

“ Can you put me down?” She asks hopefully. Thor eyes her with suspicion as if doubting her trust. She gives him her best puppy eye in which he finally relents and kneels to let her down in the grass.

“Don’t go too far…” He orders softly. Y/n assures him that she won’t and finds a spot that is out of sight for him. As he looks away she makes a break for it.

Her little legs pump fiercely with effort in the way Thor came from. She hurdles over twigs that seem like trees, dodges lake-like puddles, and blades of grass that seem more like telephone poles. An orange lily catches her eye and reminds her of the ones found in the rooftop garden on the Tower. For a moment she becomes homesick. She's distracted when in the distance, she hears Thor call her name. She detects fear in the worried calls and a pang of guilt shoots throughout her heart but she ignores it.

She wants to be with Loki.

Her pace slows fifteen minutes in and she looks down to see that her pant legs are splattered with mud. Panting, she stops to rest on top of a mushroom. She checks to make sure the mushroom has a brown stem and sits down relishing how the ache in her legs releases. She looks up at the canopy of leaves that seem lightyears away. To her, the trees are mountainous, but she remembers that they are a regular size to Loki.

She notices that the air holds humid quality to it. Raindrops begin to trickle from the sky and fall upon her upturned face. She immediately comes out of her trance realizing that if she wants to get back to Loki safely she needs to move.

Now.

Water seeps into her worn sneakers soaking her socks. Every step she takes is like walking through squishy mud. A flash of orange flies past her peripheral and she stops. Turning around she recognizes the orange lily she had passed earlier. Then she sees the familiar oak tree along with the gigantic puddle. With horror, she realizes she’d been going in circles.

She tries to backtrack her steps from Thor, but her mind apparently hadn’t cared for details in her bliss of escape. The rainwater now pools near midcalf. She tries to scale the muddy hill but it’s too wet to get proper traction under her feet and she ends up slipping, matting herself in the sludge. She leans against the slippery slope defeated.

Right after he had lost Y/n, Thor ran back to Loki’s cabin. His fist pounded desperately at the door until Loki opened it with a grumpy look. Though, when he lays eyes on Thor he does look surprised.

“What do you want now?” He growls out.

“I lost Y/n.” Thor blurts out.

Loki’s face changes from intense grumpiness to positively worried.

“W-where? Do you know if she’s okay?” Loki stutters as his worry is evident and he stumbles forward grabbing ahold of Thor’s shirt.

“She said she needed to use the bathroom so I let her but then she ran.”

“I would have too if I was with your blundering ass,” Loki grumbles and takes a step back, releasing his shirt.

Peter pops his head from Loki’s pocket.

“We have to find Y/n!” He exclaims.

Thor’s eyes stare at him confused until a look of understanding washed over him.

“Yeah, you forgot this little guy.” Loki grunts and pushes Peter gently back into the pocket with a nudge on his head.

Soon the trio ventures out into the wilderness looking for Y/n. Loki can’t help but think that this forest has never looked bigger than now. Hope swells in his heart for the discovery of his Litte Button.

The daylight dims away and leaves Y/n shivering. The wetness of her clothes seeps into her bones, she had noticed earlier that she could no longer feel her toes. So she had stood and moved around to regain the missed feeling. Every little sound made her jump. An owl hoot, crickets chirping, the howl of a wolf. That last one sent her running back to the shelter of her hill, hoping that no hungry animal chose her for dinner. Rhythmic pounding starts up and at first, she finds the sensation familiar recognizing how Loki's steps felt in the safety of his home. But out here that could be anything. Her legs tremble with effort, dethawing from the cold that had made her joints tight. Her leg limps for a minute as she trots quickly away from the trembling footsteps.

Run

Run

Run

It’s the only word that sounds in her head and now she tries to calm herself. She recalls screaming at all those characters in scary movies for being so dumb and practically causing their death. If only she had known what predicament she would end up in.

The distance she thought she had gained proved futile as it felt each of her steps was tiny compared to her attacker. Just then, a particularly forceful impact made her stumble and fall. She pushed herself up urging her legs to just move. And they definitely did.

She would have won a trophy for how fast she pumped her legs. She zoomed past black shapes in the dark and jumped over branches like they were simple stones. Her veins filled with adrenaline.

She could do this. She was gonna make it.

And then she slammed into a wall effectively knocking her off her feet.

Loki walked through the dark forest with Thor. The rain pounded down harshly and he worried Y/n would drown in such high waters. Not to say that the small bumps he stepped over effortlessly would seem like mountains to little Y/n.

“Thor are you sure-” Loki was cut off by an animal running into his hiking boot. He looked and kneeled down to help the little creature only to see a humanoid form.

“Y/n?” He said hopefully.

He immediately scooped her up and held her to his chest feeling how chilled she was. He could hear the wheezing of her lungs. Suddenly, a question hit him.

Why had she been running?

“Loki… something was chasing me.” She cried out and grasped little fistfuls of his shirt burying her face in the fabric.

Then he heard the awful growling.

From the darkness emerges an ugly humanoid creature. The once healthy human flesh drips off the bones of the tall, spindly creature. The mouth hangs open with a broken jaw, an eyeball nearly dropping out of the socket, and two holes where the cartilage of a nose used to be.

Apparently, when Y/n had been running she had awoken the protectors of a nearby burial mound.

The Dragur.

“Loki! Hide them!” Thor shouts as he winds his hammer back ready to swing. Loki slips Y/n into his pocket where Peter resides. He watches as Thor swings his hammer upwards and knocks the Dragur off their feet, their crippled body falling over. He breathes a sigh of relief seeing that he was dead. That is until he hears even more growling.

He turns on his heel to see a group of Dragur slowly making their way to them. Locking eyes with Thor he prepares to fight.

Loki casts five illusions of himself, confusing some of the Dragur. It gives him time to separate the bunch and take them out with a dagger to the throat. Up close their decaying stench is horrendous; worse than even that of a three-day-dead skunk. In his peripheral, he sees Thor summon lighting to electrocute five Dragur at once. In his momentary distraction, a Dragur had crept upon him from the back ready to take a bite out of his throat.

Bloodthirsty idiots.

He spins quickly and with agility sweeping his leg to knock their own from beneath them. As expected, they fall to their knees and he slashes their throat.

He spins around ready to expect another attack but finds the circle of trees empty. Thor comes to stand by his side and pats him on the back with a look of triumph glowing in his eyes.

“Not bad brother! But it looks like I still hold the trophy for the best warrior.” He brags. Loki rolls his eyes.

“Oh piss off, would you?”

Thor lets out a deep chuckle.

The trek to the house is long and tiring. They reach the doorstep in an hour. Loki reaches to pick Peter and Y/n out but a light slap to his finger makes him retreat.

“Y/n’s asleep!” Peter whispers.

Loki takes great care when he scoops them both out, sheltering them with a hand from the rain. He walks inside and sets Y/n on a blanket snapping his fingers to clear away the grime on her body and replace it with a fresh change of clothes. He pays no attention to Thor as he walks into his room and lets Y/n and Peter off onto their beds. He quickly showers and throws on clean clothes ready to climb into his own bed. Before he falls asleep however he pries his fingers under Y/n and Peter to let them off onto his rising and falling chest. Sleep finds him easily with the events of the gruesome day.

Y/n awakes from a vivid nightmare. Only to realize it was the past events of the earlier day. She senses that she sleeps on a moving platform, Loki’s chest. His hand is an extra blanket with fingers that have just the right amount of weight. Not too heavy, nor too light. Despite the immense comfort of her situation Y/n still trembles when she thinks about those horrendous creatures. She had thought a mere wolf was chasing her, not one of those. She whimpers thinking of what would have happened had one of them got their hands on her.

Her cries awaken Loki, and he instantly peers under the comforting hand on top of her. His finger makes circles upon her tiny back.

“Do you want to talk about it Little Button?” He whispers to not wake up Peter.

“I could have died today.” She blurts.

Loki sighs, and puts Peter in his own bed tucking him in so he can properly talk to Y/n.

“Yes, you could have. Why did you run from Thor like that? You know this forest isn’t sized for little things like you.”

Y/n twiddled with her fingers, her face turning a bright red. Thankfully, Loki couldn’t see this in the dark.

“I wanted to be here with you Loki.” She admits in a small voice.

She could tell Loki wanted to scold her for being so reckless. But she guessed he figured she had learned her lesson. Instead, he herded her close to where his neck met shoulder and let her snuggle into the crook there.

“Please don’t scare me like that again Little Button. I can’t bear to see you hurt, or to not have you in this world with me.” His voice rumbled through her like thunder, however this time she wasn’t scared of the rumble. She welcomed it.

“Promise me Y/n,” Loki ordered firmly but with a soft voice.

“I promise.” She squeaked.

And she vowed to never break that promise.

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Captured

A request from @laurenandloki! Such a great prompt! And to everyone please don't hesitate to send me requests, I am more than happy to write them!

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omg I feel bad that I keep asking you to write scenarios! Ahh are you sure it’s ok that I submit them?😅🥺❤️ What if Loki has been talking to this teen borrower now for a little while every time he spots them borrowing stuff in his room? Loki has grown quite attached to her as well because they always talk whenever she comes out to get supplies.

But one night, Loki waits for her to come to his room for their talk, but she never comes. Loki knows that something is wrong because she’s never late. That’s when he could hear the Avengers out in the kitchen asking questions and faint crying/whimpering since his room is really close to where the kitchen is. He teleports to where the Avengers are at and his heart sinks. His little friend had gotten herself caught and was sitting in a jar now being stared at like an animal. Loki freaks out on everyone, and once he’s holding his friend close to him, he yells at them once more for scaring a child and retreats back to his room with her pressed to his chest all while she’s clinging to his shirt🥺

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Y/N jumped out of her bed with glee. She had just finished the book that Loki, her new buddy, had loaned her. He of course had to shrink it to a manageable size for her to hold. The ending of the book had been amazing and full of suspense and she was aching for what was to come next. She slipped her woolen slippers on, all of her clothes were made out of wool since borrowers like herself were sensitive to the elements. Sneaking out of her home was a doable but exhausting task. Since Loki wasn’t the only person in the building so she had to watch out for others. Humans weren’t cruel people but their curiosity caused them to do unspeakable things, with no care to how it would affect others.

She lived in a small hole by the kitchen counter. It was easier to get food, supplies and simply keep an eye on the news around the bullying since everyone usually gathered in the kitchen and spoke occasionally. Peeking out and double-checking to be sure there were no humans around, she sprinted to Loki’s room. However, she had not checked well enough.

“What is that?” A curious voice said.

“Such a little thing aren’t ya?.” Her heart sped with fear and her little legs pumped furiously with power in each step begging to reach Loki’s room.

She’d be safe, get to see Loki, start reading her new bo-

Then she ran into a soft, firm wall. A pale wall.

A palm.

Before she had recognized the situation she was in, her body was effortlessly scooped up and dropped roughly into a jar. She scrambled to her feet looking out the clear walls to be met with a giant face. A man stared back at her with curious brown eyes and short chestnut hair. Her heart pounded with panic as he shouted loudly to his companion. She covered her ears at the loudness of his tremendous voice, causing her to drop Loki’s shrunken book.

The strange man picks her glass prison up to bring her closer to his eyes. The brown orbs blink with wonder and fascination staring at her like an animal at the zoo. Soon more pounding vibrates the air around her, indicating there are more giants coming nearer.

“Tony, whatcha got there?” Another man with wavy dark hair asks. He looks as if he is nervous to approach her.

Tony, the man who is apparently holding her captive shoves the jar into this new man’s hands. Y/N whimpers as her small body is thrown hard into the glass wall. Her shoulder aches with pain and unwanted tears escape her eyes.

“She’s so...small.” New guy says.

“Yeah I know right? Found her scurrying along the floor. Imagine if there are more of her out there!” Tony remarks, and she already hears the plans of an experiment forming in his head. Her stomach fills with dread.

The new guy passes Tony the jar containing her back to him but Tony’s grip is slack. Her jar falls towards the floor waiting for a terrible breaking of glass and her bones. She floats in the air from the force of the fall and then suddenly she hits the bottom of the jar harshly landing on her already hurt shoulder and lets out a sharp cry of pain. A palm surrounds the glass, looking up she sees Tony staring down at her with wide eyes. Her attention is drawn back to her arm as white-hot pain flashes through the appendage. She starts sobbing from the blinding pain in her arm, the fear of being experimented on, and worst of all, never being able to see Loki again. She buries her face in her unhurt arm and lets her shirt soak her tears and the sound of her sobs.

Loki was worried. It had been a while since he had seen his small friend. She usually came to visit every other day, if not every day. However, he had not caught sight of her at all. Then he heard voices in the kitchen talking about experiments. He knew them to be Tony’s and Bruce’s. But the nearly indistinguishable whimpers he recognized to be Y/N’s. He rushed to the kitchen in a blind panic and mad fury. His eyes fell upon a troubling scene that broke his heart. Y/N was in a small glass jar, weeping. Tony held her loosely and Bruce stared with wide eyes doing absolutely nothing to help the small being. Loki rushed forward and snatched the jar out of Tony’s hands being careful not to cause Y/N to slam into the side. He immediately teleported right back to his room, deciding to deal with the two scientists later and focus on Y/N as of now. He tilted the jar to the side and gave Y/N the chance to come out of her own accord. She paid no attention to his offer, her shoulders shaking with sobs and leftover fear. He gently tilted the jar causing her to slide onto his palm, a small object falling alongside her. A book. She must have been on her way to return it to him.

He didn’t know why but a pang of sorrow and guilt flashed through his heart.

He tenderly caressed her back in a circling motion with a single fingertip. He hushed her cries, not to tell her feelings weren’t valid, but only so she could calm down and they could speak. A few tears later her sobs quieted and he slowly brought her to his eyes, able to see her swollen, red eyes and the trails of leftover tears.

“Oh, my poor dear. I am so terribly sorry. I should’ve been there sooner. Please forgive me.” Loki watched her as she raised her eyes to meet his. He smiled reassuringly trying to ease her spirits even more. She tried a small smile of her own and held her arms out towards Loki. He delicately pressed her form against his cheek and felt her body instantly relax as she spread her arms a laughable distance over the expanse of his cheek. After a few more tender-hearted moments he released her.

“I see you brought the book back, did you enjoy it?” He picked the tiny postage-stamp-sized book off his palm and grew it back to its normal size. She nodded vigorously to his question.

“I loved it! Do you have the next one?” She said eagerly, standing up in his palm. He laughed at her excitement, glad to see her fear gone.

“Woah, my little bookworm. I don’t want you falling off.” He gently nudged her to a sitting position, immediately concerned by the pained look that had crossed her face as he did so.

“Are you hurt dear?” Loki pressed.

“It’s my arm, I got hurt in the j-jar,” Y/N said with a stutter in her voice at the end, her fear of the past entrapment obvious. A shot of anger flared through Loki.

“Let us look at that shall we?” Loki said as a question, but Y/N knew it was a demand.

He carried her over to his clean, paperless desk and set her down carefully to not hurt her arm any further. He walked off momentarily to gather supplies, returning with scissors, an elastic wrap, and some sort of cream. She watched as he sat down, his towering torso taking her entire eyeline up. She knew not to be afraid of Loki anymore as she had been in the past. Though he was a giant and towered over her without effort he proved to be gentle and able to hold his curiosity at bay showing care for others’ feelings, especially hers.

She giggled at how concentrated he was on the task of cutting down a wrap that wouldn’t swallow her arm.

“Do tell do you find so amusing?” Loki asked not looking up from his work. He sometimes came off intimidating but Y/N knew he only taunted and did not mean it at heart.

“You’re so focused Loki.” She admitted.

“Well Y/N, I don’t know if it has occurred to you but your smaller size does require a smaller bandage than mine would, therefore I must cut it to the proper size for you.” He looked up at her shooting her a grin.

Y/N smiled at his sarcastic remark. He finished cutting it down to size and asked her to extend her arm. He rubbed cream onto her sore arm informing her that it would take away the pain. And it did instantly, the cool cream sent the uncomfortable heat away. Then he began to wrap her arm with surprising technique, especially for someone so small. She only reached the second joint of his thumb, and his other fingers surmounted her tiny frame.

“Let’s find that other book shall we?” Loki asked presenting a helpful palm at her feet. She tried to climb on with one arm but apparently one needed two arms to do that. Sensing her struggle, Loki pinched her waist with practiced care, lifting her to his shoulder where she was eventually going to go anyways. He let her off onto the broad platform and steadied her with a finger curled around her waist when she stumbled.

“Thank you Loki,” Y/n said curling up next to his neck, the pounding of his pulse a welcomed sensation.

His voice vibrated her as he spoke: “You’re welcome my little bookworm.”

[rose7420]

Best of Friends

Summary: Loki becomes curious about the whereabouts of a certain tiny Avenger reader. Lots of fluff and some angst

I know I have requests to do but I had this idea and had to make it come to life, Enjoy my friends!

Loki walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Tower. The smooth white counter shone with impeccable cleanliness. He had been here for about two and a half weeks now and had barely spoken to anyone. He was very lonely but took no offense to the shunning of the superheroes. During his attack in 2012, he knew he had caused a lot of pain and loss. He had sat in his jail cell on Asgard contemplating his actions, regretting many of them. Finally, after two miserable years that held the loss of his mother, Odin had thought it a brilliant idea to come back to the very planet he had nearly destroyed and ask that he live with the very people he had fought violently against.

He reached the cabinet that held snacks of various sorts, ones he usually stuck his nose up to, and opened it to find disappointment once again. All junk. Releasing a deep aggravated breath he went to the refrigerator. Cold air grazed his face as he opened the door and found nothing there either. He turned to the counter and searched for the basket of fruit that usually was placed there. Holding red apples, bananas, and oranges the colors made an ugly mix. He reached for an apple and shined it on his shirt. Taking a bite out of it then swallowing, he relished the feeling of having food in his stomach. Those awful times he spent in the cell, the guards would often forget to give him his meals, he winces at the awful memory of a truly empty stomach.

His attention is drawn down to a small object near the bowl. He plucks it up and inspects it to realize it is a minuscule black boot. His inspection is halted from the sound of footsteps belonging to the Black Widow who enters the kitchen, most likely for another cup of coffee. She nods her head in greeting and continues her process of making the warm drink. Although distant to him, Natasha holds no menace in her gaze when she looks upon him almost as if she understood the predicament he was in while terrorizing New York. She takes a sip of her freshly brewed coffee and turns around to look at him when she notices the tiny object pinched in his fingertips.

“That’s Y/N’s.” She says motioning with her head towards the tiny boot as if finding a tiny shoe is a normal occurrence.

Loki is astonished that someone could even wear this boot, it wouldn't be able to even slide onto his pinky finger.

“Who is this Y/N?” He asks curiously.

“She’s like us, goes on missions, fights the bad guys but just in a more secretive way. Maybe she’ll come out for you to see her one day, doesn't like the attention from us big guys much often.” Natasha says taking another sip.

“What do you mean by “big guys” agent?”He asks although he thinks he knows the answer already.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Just leave the boot on the counter she’ll come back for it. Don’t bother keeping watch for her to come to get it, she’ll find a way to get past your sights.” She says walking out the door holding her cup. Loki is astonished to know that there is a tiny person living here with him, and he hadn’t even known. Not to mention that she goes on missions. He aches to find out more about this tiny being, but he will heed Natasha’s advice and not go searching for her. Something tells him that this little person is skilled enough to evade even the Trickster’s awareness.

True to Natasha’s word: The little boot was gone by the next morning

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Two days later, Loki sits at a table in the grand library of Tony Stark’s. Books cover the walls and reach up to the tall ceiling. Before Loki had started occupying this space he had figured no one had used this library in years from the heavy coat of dust that had lied on every inch of the room. What a shame to waste such knowledge. Books were splayed out in front of Loki of all he could find on “tiny people”. He had read over the term "borrower" and "fairy" many times already. Perhaps this tiny being had been a borrower and gotten caught. His curiosity was practically burning holes in him. A faint huff and oomph draw his attention, his gaze leaving the printed paper. His emerald eyes go wide when a positively tiny person drags themselves upon the surface of the wooden table. They appear to stand at only a grand two and a half inches tall carrying a piece of paper fit to their size along with a pen.

“Whatcha starin’ at big boy?” The tiny girl asks Loki fearlessly.

Loki snaps his jaw up to close his wide-open mouth. He, for the first time in a while, is at a loss for words.

“You’re a talkative one, eh?” Heavens be, this little being is full of sass.

“My apologies, my name is Loki. I presume you to be Y/N?” Loki finally says.

“You would be correct Loki. So you like to read. Huh?” Y/N walks up to the books splayed open and smiles widely at the title, “All You Need to Know About Borrowers”

“Little people, yeah? Well, I hate to break it to ya, but I ain’t no borrower or fairy. Wasn’t born like this if that helps any at all.” Loki blushes when she reads the title but listens intently to what she’s saying. She wasn’t born like this, as she shrunk? He wisely chooses not to ask her that question.

“May I ask why you are here?” Loki says, inquisitive to how could she attempt to read these books that are five times her size.

Y/N holds up the little slip of paper she carries and shows it to him.

“Stark takes the books I want and shrinks them down to my size so they’re a bit more manageable. Ain’t much to do for a gal like me other than to read and eat.” She says with a hint of humor in her voice. She doesn’t seem affected by her situation; embracing it rather than hating it. An idea pops into Loki’s head.

“Perhaps I could shrink it for you? Less hassle than having to wait for Stark.” Loki offers.

“That's right you’re that wizard dude, gotta lot of magic tricks huh?”

Loki laughs and he watches her eyes lit up with excitement as she hands the paper to him after scribbling another title onto it.

“Are you sure you can read my writing? It’s awfully small for your eyes.” And indeed the print is. The paper slip barely covers the pad of his fingertip.

“No worries about that,” Loki reassures her. He grows the paper to his size and goes to retrieve the books written down. He sets them down lightly on the table, watching as Y/N stumbles from the heavy load of them all. He apologizes but she waves him off.

“Are these the right ones?” He asks to make sure.

She strides towards the novels and looks them over from the spines that show, and nods with affirmation. He shrinks them to her size, watching as she bends down to gather them in her arms. They cause significant distress in her tiny arms so he offers his assistance.

He watches her pause with concern. After a few moments, she accepts and places the now-tiny books into the palm of his hand, watching as they slide towards the natural dip his palm creates.

“Would you like me to carry you?” He asks imagining the trip to be longer for her than it is for himself.

“O-oh n-no! I’ll be fine, if you don’t mind you could just follow me?” Her voice is high-pitched with obvious anxiety. He agrees and assures her there is no problem, watching her movements with fascination when she scales down the table leg.

The trip to her room is long, one step of his equalling ten of hers. Not to mention his trepidation of stepping too close, and accidentally hurting her. He also notices how every footstep of his causes her to stumble minutely. After about twenty minutes they arrive at her door. Which is normal-sized and puzzles him until he notices the tiny door situated in the middle. She steps in through her door then calls out to him that he can come in. He does so opening the normal-sized door and steps into her room. He searches for her form, whipping his head around at the non-furnished room until he comes across a dollhouse that sits on the floor. She walks across the floor and motions for him to come nearer.

“Could you uh, put the house on the desk? So it’s easier for you to see.”

He nods and sets the books he has in his hands down on the table. Standing what feels like a hundred feet over a dollhouse no bigger than a medium-sized box he truly feels like a giant. He picks the house up and sets it up on the desk. Ready to offer a hand for Y/N on the floor, he is surprised to not see her there anymore. Instead, he hears a voice call his name from the desk.

“Thank ya for helping me out, I really appreciate the books!” She says.

Noticing the awe on his face from the miniaturized objects she explains: “Stark shrinks everything for me, that’s how I get by. Got everything I need in here so I never gotta come out unless I need more groceries.”

Loki assumed that a life like that could get very lonely, but he said nothing as he had before. He only kneeled to be level with her carrying on a conversation that actually held his interest.

Soon after that day Y/N and Loki started hanging around each other much more often. Finding themselves in the library together, watching a movie of the book they had both read, or simply eating together. Her small stature proved to be no hindrance in their friendship, other than Y/N purposely avoiding his hands. One night as they sat down in Loki’s room (since Loki couldn't fit in Y/N’s) ready to watch a movie on the television that Y/N had practically begged Loki to put in his quarters. She sat on the arm of the deep green couch he had placed in his room, looking a tad uncomfy. She munched on a shrunken-down bag of Goldfish. Earlier, while in the kitchen she had dragged the towering bag towards him with pleading eyes. She perched on the cushion every time they watched films together but this time she looked lonesome there all by herself. With gentleness in his voice, he asked Y/N casually if she would like to sit upon his shoulder.

Y/N’s posture became rigid. But surprisingly she agreed. He figured she would start scaling his shoulder but she waited as if expecting something.

His hand.

He realized it when her eyes flickered towards the one closest to her so he obliged. Slowly as if approaching a scared kitten his hand unfolded to display flattened fingers that she could step easily onto. She stood up slowly and neared his index finger. Her impossibly tiny hand on his digit made him twitch minutely. He cursed himself inwardly for such actions that he could not control. She sat in the dip of his palm weighing nothing more than a feather, and his breath caught in his throat at her fragility. He lifted his hand slowly to his right shoulder and waited patiently for her to dismount onto the broad platform. Tiny grunts of effort reached his ear as she situated herself nearer to his neck, her movements raising goosebumps on his skin. The small noises stopped as she finally found a comfortable spot.

“Are you comfortable?” Loki asked, making sure to keep his voice low.

“Y-yeah, I’ve never been on a shoulder before. You’re really warm.” Her voice was very clear and easy to hear when she was right next to his ear. Perhaps he should do this more often. Loki smiled at her comment, happy to provide comfort for his tiny friend.

Y/N and Loki had criticized the characters and plot the whole way through the film. Well maybe halfway for Y/N as she had fallen asleep upon his shoulder. Little breaths and snores escaped her mouth bringing a smile to Loki’s lips. Gently he brought her down from his shoulder into his cupped palms, trying to not wake her. Her little frame was dwarfed by the immensity of his hands. Despite the big-boss attitude she brought he was reminded of her delicateness. He walked to her room with a careful gait and came upon her house. There was no way his entire hand could fit through the door, and he wasn’t going to leave her there on the floor. So he turned around and headed to his own room once again.

Perhaps on a pillow, she would be comfortable, but he worried she’d become cold as she had mentioned before how sensitive she was to the elements. Out of pure instinct because it was a rather warm and soft place he placed her upon his chest. As he did so he realized how much his breathing could affect her and immediately tried to restrict his chest from rising and falling. That caused his heart to beat even harder and faster thumping rapidly under Y/N’s body causing her to slightly move. Eventually, he found a normal rhythm in both patterns of his normal body functions and drifted to sleep.

Y/N awoke to an unfamiliar but comforting rocking and thumping sensation. Blinking her eyes open tiredly she looked at the undulating expanse of black cotton fabric that surrounded her. Her gaze snapped up to Loki’s face. He slept soundly, not disturbed by her awakening. The puffs of air from the exhale he released faintly blew her face. How did he not have morning breath? She wondered how she had gotten up here on his chest, or even in his bed. She remembered falling asleep on his shoulder but couldn't he have woken her or set her in her bed in her house? Then she realized: His hand was probably too big and Loki cared much for her sleeping schedule, and he would feel guilty if he had awoken her from slumber. Loki soon awoke and greeted Y/N with a sleepy smile. He said nothing about the sleeping situation. In the nights to come, Y/N would find her bed less comfortable than Loki’s chest, his hand atop her warmer than her fluffiest blanket. An odd comfort, yet, soothing in its gentility and peacefulness.

Y/N had rarely been outside. With a grand height of two and a half inches, the world outside was a much more dangerous place than here in the tower. But with Loki, perhaps she could change that…

“Hey Loki,” Y/N climbs onto the book he currently reads, leaving little footprints of dust behind from her dirty boots. Loki notices this and pinches her waist lifting her so he can close the book allowing her to stand on the cover.

“Yes, little Y/N?” Loki has taken a liking to the nickname and to his surprise, Y/N hasn’t commented on it either.

“Do ya think we could maybe go outside on a walk or something?” She asks with nerves in her voice, she doesn’t want her request to be rejected.

“I see no problem with that as long as you stay on my person the entire time. You can even sit on my shoulder, I’ll be able to cast an illusion to make you unseen to others’ eyes.”

Y/N beams and her mood is immediately uplifted, all anxiety gone.

“Oh my goodness yes! Let me go get my sunglasses and my sandals. Oh!” Y/N keeps naming off things as she sprints back to her room excitement in every step.

Loki laughs loudly at her rambling, a blush rising to his cheeks.

The sun warms Y/N’s body as she perches on Loki’s shoulder, true to his word, no one spies the two-inch girl. Loki’s gait rocks her with every step and she clings to his shirt collar for support. The sky is blue with a gentle breeze in the air cooling the warmness around them. Loki wears his black hair in a low bun; before they had walked outside he insisted on wearing it up, worried the dark strands would get in Y/N’s way. They enjoy each other’s company in a comfortable silence until Loki asks her if she likes ice cream. It had been a while since she had tasted the delicacy and sweetness of the cold treat. After her run-in with the whole shrinking episode, she had been on her own for quite a bit. Scavenging for food when it came, she was not picky in the slightest. Ice cream was a dessert she came by not too often.

“What is your favorite flavor?” She asks Loki before they walk into the small shop.

Loki ponders for a moment wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue.

“I like vanilla.” He states, making Y/N turn towards him with astonishment.

“Vanilla! That’s like the plainest one yet! Come on, you gotta have a better one than that.” She exclaims.

Ignoring her disagreement with his choice, he asks: “What is your favorite?”

“Oh definitely, one hundred percent cotton candy.” She says without missing a beat.

“That’s terribly sweet don’t you think? I believe vanilla is the better choice here.”

“Hey! I like my choice very much, thank you!” She laughs lightly hitting his jaw, watching as his face lifts with a smile from their playful banter. The rest of the day played out nicely after they had both eaten their ice creams. Loki offered to shrink Y/N’s but she insisted she’d rather have more to eat. He had laughed a full belly laugh when she ended up falling into the mound of ice cream herself. He had used his magic to clean her up.

The next day Loki found out that Y/N and he were put on a mission together. Infiltrate an enemy base to get valuable information. Easy enough he thought. He was wrong. Turns out keeping an eye on a tiny person is harder than it sounds.

Halfway into the mission, Y/N’s voice went quiet on his headset. She had been tasked with exploring the vents for easier access to the archive room where the records they needed were kept. He had no way to physically reach her, because of his size. The best he could hope for was her voice to sound in his ear again through the headset. Anxiety pumped through him, his mind coming up with terrible scenarios that could’ve happened already. He tried to keep a clear head, focusing on the task at hand. He made it to a doorway held guard with two men carrying heavy guns. He simply illusioned himself as another soldier, using the keycard he had swiped off the soldier he was illusioned as of now. Making it into the security room he checked the cameras for any sign of Y/N. To his horror, he saw that they also had cameras in the air vents. Where Y/N had been previously.

He exited the room in a calm fashion while panicking immensely on the outside. Running his hands through his hair, he paced back and forth. He usually kept a clear head in stressful situations, but the thought of losing Y/N made him sick with worry and terror. That’s when he felt a weight hit his boot. He immediately looked down and saw Y/N’s panting, exhausted form sprawled out on the toe of his shoe. He knelt quickly scooping her up, bringing her to his eye level. She rolled over to meet his gaze.

“Are you alright, what happened? You worried me sick?” Loki blurted.

She held up a rectangular box showing it to Loki. The flash drive.

“Got it. But we gotta move, there are cameras in those vents, and I’m pretty positive they caught sight of a certain tiny person.”

Loki groaned with aggravation but was relieved to have his tiny friend back in his grasp.

He dropped Y/N into his pocket gently, he had asked that most of his clothes come with pockets from now on to hold Y/N safely with him.

“Remind me to never let you out of my sight again.” Loki jokes.

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That night after hot showers and a good meal Loki and Y/N were ready to go to sleep. Y/N laid peacefully on Loki’s chest, rising with his every breath. Loki lay down with a hand over his eyes. But a certain nagging question still held his mind from sleep.

“Y/N, how did you get to be…” He can't finish the last word, worried he’ll bring up unwanted emotions and memories.

“How’d I get so small?” Y/N finishes for him.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” He reminds with a gentle fingertip rubbing circles onto her back.

“No, no...I need to tell someone. I’ve been keeping it under lock and key but I trust you Lokesters.”

He smiled at the new nickname she had given him watching as she turned towards him, sitting criss-cross. He propped his head with his hands to see her clearly.

“I didn’t have the best parents out there. They struggled with bills, because they were too worried about getting their drugs, So one night when I was ten years old they took me to a restaurant. We never went to restaurants, kind of a fancy thing for me you know? I was excited and had gotten my favorite blue dress on to go. I started to realize they had lied to me when we passed the restaurant and kept driving. They took me to a HYDRA base, but I didn't know that at the time, all because they wanted money. So they gave me up for experiments and left me for their high.”

Y/N took a deep breath to stop the tears from coming and continued.

“The scientists or whatever strapped me down to a table and stuck me with this needle. Well, I guess you know what happened and they kept me for three years in a cage with all types of different tests to measure my strengths. They were tortuous, so I had to escape and I did. But when I was about thirteen and a half I was able to sneak away. I lived in boxes on the streets, outside under rocks, trying to scavenge by. Even met a couple borrowers like you were reading bout’. They were awfully nice fellows but were barely getting by themselves so I couldn’t take off of them. But one day I was stealing or whatever you wanna call it and got caught by no other than Nick Fury himself. Told me he needed little guys like myself and offered me a place to stay, food to eat, and a job of my own. So I took it and here I am.”

Loki was astonished by the strength of this small girl, how she’d survived through such hardships and still had a good heart and kind soul. He hugged her closer to his chest, careful not to smother her.

“Well little one, you got me now and I'm not going anywhere.”

Y/N popped her head out from his grasp and eyed with scrutiny.

“Even for the Tesseract?” She asked.

Loki laughed and hugged her again, watching as she embraced him as well.

“Even for the Tesseract.”

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