Helicopter
HELICOPTER // LOKI X READER
FOR @cleolemonfanfiction‘s Marvel Men Writing Challenge
8. “Is this some kind of guy thing?”
Summary: Loki and the girls laugh at stupid boys.
A/N: Another writing challenge hehe! So this fic is based off one of my favorite videos, it might make more sense if you watch that first. It’s just a silly good time :) Requests are open! Not edited really, so beware!
Warnings: Swears, little bit of flirting, boys being stupidly entertaining
WC: 1071
MASTERLIST
The sound of female laughter floated into what used to be the silent library Loki had been reading in. Annoyed that he had lost his place on the page he’d been reading from the interruption, he stormed out of the library, determined to seek out the origin of his annoyance.
First looking in the common room, then kitchen, Loki was surprised to find both locations empty. Not a single soul or reason to be irritated was in sight, only fueling the fuming frustration Loki contained.
After checking the laundry room, balconies, bedrooms and library (just for safekeeping), Loki was sure he had gone mad and was just “hearing” the constant chuckles and remarks from the female avengers.
Loki was about to walk back into the library and try to continue his reading when he spotted a crack in the door that lead to a viewing area overhead the gym that was downstairs. Furrowing his eyebrows, he silently made his way to the door to have a peek inside.
Believe it or not, there stood all of the women members of the Avengers, either reclined in comfortable chairs, or leant up against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching and commenting on whatever was happening bellow.
Loki, knocked lightly on the frame of the door before entering, only to receive your familiar smile in response, being the only woman to notice his entrance.
“Hey, Loki! Stopped your reading to join the Helicopter viewing party?”
“The what?”
By the door, Loki hadn’t been able to see what you and the rest of the ladies had been laughing at so contagiously. Finally stepping up to view for himself, he couldn’t help the chuckle that rose up his throat. “What in the world…” he snickered underneath his breath.
Below him and the female half of the team stood the rest of the Avenger team (all males) in a circle, strategically jumping over Tony Stark’s body, clad in his Iron Man suit, as he jet-packed himself in constant clockwise circles on the floor. Using his left hand to fuel his movement, he dragged the left side of his body behind him on the floor, mimicking the role a jumprope would take in playground game of Helicopter. Tony’s circled slow enough for the girls and Loki to still be able to see Tony’s grin but fast enough to take out one of the boys if he didn’t jump in time or wasn’t paying attention.
“I think Peter just told Tony to spread his legs forward to make it harder” Wanda snorted, clearly amused at the boys’ foolish behavior.
“They’re so stupid!” You laughed heartily, wiping tears from your eyes, not able to get enough of the view bellow. Even Natasha was chuckling to herself in the corner, shocking Loki, changing his previous belief that the assassin was incapable of smiling.
“Is this some kind of guy thing? Misgardians sure have some unique forms of entertainment” Loki teased to the girls.
“Don’t blow yourself up too much, Loki… Isn’t that the king of Asgard?” You quipped right back at Loki, pointing down at the glass.
Before he could even look back down at the gym, he heard the booming laughter of his brother. To his dismay, Loki watched Thor giggle like a child jumping up and down on the sidelines, shouting for someone to push Peter Parker, who still seemed “in”, over “to ensure his defeat”.
Peter scowled at this, unable to finish his claim that “friends don’t route for friend’s failure” when he was taken out like a bowling pin by Tony’s circling body. The girls reacted loudly to this, causing Loki to crack a smile as well. Peter sulked his way over to the loser’s area, along with a sad Rhodey and Banner and frustratingly content Thor.
“Touché, Y/N, touché…” Loki had had his fill of male stupidity for the day and made his way towards the exit, back to the library.
“Hey, why doesn’t the God of Mischief join the game downstairs?” You quipped at Loki before he could leave, successfully stopping him in his tracks.
“Because I’m not a child and-”
“And you’re afraid that you’d lose.” You snarkily interrupted, raising your eyebrows at the god. This gained the attention of the women in the room, now amused at the potential of Loki joining the charade downstairs.
“I would not lose, dove. I’d ruin the fun by winning so quickly.” Loki countered suavely, before turning to exit for the second time.
“They play every Thursday night to decide who chooses the movie for Friday!” You shouted towards Loki as he walked out the door, not sure if he heard your whole statement. You shake your head at Loki’s arrogance before returning back to enjoying the boy’s game underneath.
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A week had past, and like always, the girls were getting ready for their weekly “teasing feast”, red wine in hand. The boys began to show up one by one, all too serious for the game about to take place. Bucky’s hair is in a bun for no obstruction of vision, Steve with his shield in hand for literally NO reason at all, Banner wearing shorts way too short for his own good, and Peter with Chuck Taylors and tube socks longer than you had ever seen in your life.
You thought it couldn’t get any better until, low and behold, the God of Mischief and Thunder walk in side by side, both wearing corresponding striped sweatband on the wrists and heads to hold back their long hair.
“Oh my god… look at our dads from Asgard!” You screamed, drawing all the girls’ attention now on the gods.
“All they need are fanny packs and they’re ready to coach any soccer game!” Wanda joked along with you, cheersing wine glasses at the humiliation of your favorite Norse gods.
“Spoke too soon, Wanda…” Natasha spoke up from the corner. You sputtered out your wine at her comment, immediately standing to get a better look. To your disappointment, Thor was the only god wearing fanny pack, bright blue with a thunder ensignia on the front, resting on his back side.
“They take this way too seriously, jesus” Wanda sighed, taking a large sip of her red wine. As you continued to examine the god’s get-ups, you made eye contact with Loki, rolling your eyes when he realized you were watching him and winked.
Turning his attention back to the men on the floor, Loki repositioned his headband and lit the fire in his eyes.
“Who’s ready to play some fuckin’ helicopter?”
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ugh i really love a carefree Loki that just doesn’t have a care in the world and plays playground games with his brother ;) HOPE YOU ENJOYED! i sure did writing in lol REQUESTS ARE OPEN!