Tom Hiddleston & Sebastian Stan... that's pretty much all that's gonna go on here. I post & reblog a lot of 18+ stuff so if you aren't you shouldn't be here. Requests are currently CLOSED
Please keep in mind I do have a full time job so it might take me a few weeks to get to your request. If you sent me one already and I didn't write it yet, it's still on the list I promise! I'm trying to get back to doing one fic a week.
1. I can write for Loki, Bucky, Thor or Steve Rogers - romantic or platonic relationships
2. I don't write Tom Hiddleston or Sebastian Stan - sorry, they are real people so for me it just feels a little weird
3. Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, happy & unhappy endings welcome! I don't write smut - sorry, I've tried a few times and I wasn't really a fan of it but I can suggest other writers who are really good at it
4. I've gotten a few requests for the reader to have a specific disease or condition and I absolutely love those! If you send one anonymously, please add any details you think are relevant and I'll do as much research as I can in my own to make it accurate
5. I'm not really worried about what's cannon, so any AU works for me
6. I'll pretty much write any ship, MF / MM / FF / gender neutral reader (no Thorki or Sylki - sorry)
7. I might add more rules to the list as I go or if I remember something else
Summary: Bucky doesn't want to admit that he hasn't quite gotten used to all the new technology since he was freed from the Winter Soldier and his latest issue is with the dryer. Y/N catches him mid-struggle with the machine and comes to his rescue.
Warnings: some light swearing, feeling a tad useless and old, Bucky struggling hard with the laundry, Y/N being super awkward
A/N: So in Laundry Day (linked above) I wrote an off hand little comment about how much laundry Bucky needed to do and @alexakeyloveloki comment inspired me to write a short fic about it so... enjoy 💚
This is not the same Y/N from Laundry Day & How Could This Not Fit?!, this is a different one. Apparently a bunch of women in the Tower have the same name as you (haha sorry that's dumb but I wanted them both to be Y/N fics so here we are)
"Oh.... I messed up," you close your book and get up from the couch quickly as you suddenly realize it's almost midnight. You had meant to only read one more chapter but you had gotten lost in your book as always.
You grab your detergent from the closet, drag your overflowing laundry hamper to the door and slide on a pair of flip flops. "Every freaking time," you mumble to yourself as you open the door. Once again, you put off doing laundry until you completely ran out of clothes.
The elevator doors open and you step out into the basement. "At least no one should be down here," you think out loud thankfully.
You had tried to do your laundry this morning but you gave up on that idea as soon as you opened the door. Loki's girlfriend was sitting on top of one of the dryers with her legs around his waist. You put your hand on the door and shake the images of the two of them away, you don't need that to be stuck in your brain.
"Damnit," you whisper as you freeze completely, the door halfway open. Bucky has his back to you as he stares at the dryer, unaware of your presence. You had developed a crush on the super soldier and decided the best way to handle it was to avoid him at all cost like any other mature adult. You were terrified that you might say or do something embarrassing so you thought your best option was to never be alone with him.
You sigh, knowing you're out of underwear and options so you open the door the rest of the way. Before you can say anything to him, the dryer Bucky is focused on begins to beep loudly.
"I don't know what you want from me," he says to it, his voice full of frustration.
He opens the door and the sound stops, you are both completely still but as soon as he closes the door it begins again. He pushes the button on the panel to start the dryer but the beeping continues.
"Why are you so complicated?" he asks the machine, clearly unaware that he is no longer alone. He pushes another button that does nothing to quiet the sound then he groans loudly, nearly ripping the door off the hinges with his metal arm.
"Do you need help?" you ask quietly from behind him.
He closes the door quickly as he turns around to face you. You can see the frustration in his expression turn to embarrassment when he realizes you were watching him. As he opens his mouth to answer you, the dryer starts to beep again.
He pulls the door open and turns towards you again. With a look of utter defeat he says, "I think it hates me."
You cover your mouth to keep from giggling at the fact that a super soldier is losing a battle with an appliance. There is no need for you to add insult to injury, you think, but he does look like he is in desperate need of a hug.
You walk over to him and drag your hamper in front of an empty machine. "I'm sure it doesn't hate you," you reassure him with a smile and he shrugs, clearly not believing you.
"Can I take a look?" you ask pointing at the dryer and he nods, moving away from it as if it might explode at any second.
"You can try but I'm telling you, this one is evil," he laughs nervously.
"I think I can handle it," you try to sound sure of yourself. "Oh, I'm Y/N, by the way," you suddenly decide to introduce yourself as you close the door.
"I know," he answers and you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, the beeping continuing. "You work for the IT department," he says and you feel yourself blushing. "I've seen you around the Tower a few times."
"Yep, that's me," you respond, trying not to sound as if your internally screaming. He remembers my name? When did we even talk? I definitely would remember if we talked. Focus, focus, you yell at yourself, you've been staring at him for too long.
"Well, they don't train us to handle haunted appliances but I think I can handle this one," you say then immediately cringe. Why do I talk? You think, this is why I avoid him.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Bucky laughing. You turn towards your new favorite sound and he smiles at you as he leans on a nearby washer.
Ok, you think to yourself, time to show off and fix this stupid thing. You check to see what settings he's used but they all look right. Well, there's that, you think a bit annoyed but you're determined to figure it out. Suddenly you get an idea.
"Sometimes these things get weird when they are unbalanced or too full," you explain as you open the door and bend down. You reach in to level things out. A second too late you realize your holding a pair of his damp boxers and throw them back inside.
"Yep, these look fine," you close the door quickly and stand up, hoping he didn't notice but you can tell he saw you pick them up. "No. I mean... not that the boxers look fine, just like the load is fine. I- I'm just gonna..." you say, as you turn to face the dryer again. "I'm gonna die," you whisper as you rub your face with your hands. Good job dummy, you managed to make this even more awkward.
"Damn dryer is going to beat both of us," he says after a moment of continuous beeping and you can't help but agree with him.
"I think you might be right-" you pause, your eyebrows scrunching as a blinking red light catches your attention. "Has this been blinking the whole time?"
"I think so," he guesses. "Is that important?"
You sigh and nod, "It means I'm an idiot."
He tilts his head, his arms folded across his chest as he watches you open the dryer door again. You pull open the small door at the bottom and groan. He walks closer to see what you are doing but you don't notice until he leans over your shoulder.
"What is that?" he asks and you jump at how close his voice is to your ear. "Sorry," he laughs. "Thought you knew I was in here."
"Yea I just thought you were over there," you wave you hand towards where he had been and almost hit him in the face with the back of your hand. He dodges it easily and laughs lightly as you cover your mouth. "I'm so sorry," you mumble from under your hand.
"Its fine, you missed," he says with a grin. "So what's wrong with it?"
You pull out the lint trap and show him, "This thing is full so it won't run until we empty it." His expression tells you he has no idea what it is so you explain how a lint trap works and that if you don't clean them out you could potentially start a fire.
"Oh," he responds. "Wouldn't it be helpful if the stupid thing said that's what was wrong with it instead of just beeping?"
"It did," you groan then point to the light that is no longer blinking. "That's what the little light was for."
You wait for him to be stunned by your stupidity. You work for the IT department at Stark Industries, the most technologically advanced company in the world and you barely fixed a not broken dryer. You turn it on for him then turn your attention to finally loading your clothes into the washer.
Instead of responding the way you think he will, he sighs and takes a seat. "I don't understand any of this new technology," he admits.
You turn over your shoulder to look at him and see that he seems defeated again. "Don't worry," you try to make him feel better. "Stark likes new toys. He gets all the fanciest tech, no one knows how to use this stuff."
"I don't know how to do anything," he rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward. You turn on the washers and walk towards him. "Nothing is simple anymore."
"What do you mean?" you ask as you sit in the empty chair next to him.
"Everything is a computer now and the whole building talks. The fridge has more technology in it than the last car I drove, the toaster is voice activated, hell even the sinks are motion sensors," he says, his eyes focused on his hands as he talks.
You cover your mouth quickly to hide your laugh but it slips out. He looks at you and you lower you hand to ask, "I'm sorry but... who told you the toaster was voice activated?"
"Sam," he says then his eyes widen, "It's not is it?"
"No," you shake your head and can't hold back your laughter.
He groans, lowering his head again, "I'm gonna kill him."
"You didn't really believe him did you?" you ask in disbelief.
"I spent five minutes yelling 'toast' at it this morning before he said it was probably updating," he admits, covering his face with his metal hand.
You smile and imagine him getting more and more annoyed at the poor little appliance.
He sits up, resting the back on his head on the wall behind you. "I just don't know why everything is so complicated," he says and you suddenly feel guilty for laughing.
"I'm sorry," you tell him, looking down at your feet. "Have you tried talking to Steve about getting you up to speed on some things?"
"I don't want to keep bothering him every time I can't turn on a light or get ice out of the fridge," he says. "Steve adjusted fine so I just have to keep trying to figure all of this out."
"Who told you Steve adjusted well?" you ask before you can stop yourself.
He looks at you but doesn't answer so you continue talking. "I was part of the team that helped wake him up. Trust me, he freaked out plenty of times and he was confused by pretty much everything in the beginning."
He shakes his head, "I didn't know that, it's one of the only things we've never really talked about."
"I'm sorry we didn't have a team prepped for you when you joined. I guess we just sort of figured you had been awake a lot more than Steve," you say. "As the uh... other guy," you add awkwardly, trying to avoid calling him the Winter Soldier.
"Technically I was but..." his voice trails off and his flesh hand covers his metal hand as he looks down.
"The other guy didn't do much cooking or laundry, did he?" you ask, finishing his thought.
"No," he answers.
After a short silence you say, "If you want, I can help get you up to speed. A lot of the tech around here is actually pretty easy to use, if you know what your doing."
"You don't have to waste your time," he shrugs. "I'll figure it all out."
"Helping you wouldn't be a waste of time," you tell him with a smile. "Besides, I have a lot of free time. I pretty much do nothing but read when I'm not working so I'm always around if you need me," you add and groan internally. Try to make it sound like you don't have a life at all, good job, you think.
He smiles and makes eye contact with you, "That would be really helpful, thanks."
You get lost in how his smile lights up his face but the long beep of the dryer finishing thankfully means you don't stare at him until it gets awkward. He gets up to empty the machine and you grab your book from the top of the washer before sitting back down. As you open the book he sits next to you again.
"Oh," you close the book and look up. "Sorry, I thought- you don't have to stay down here. I've got a while left until it'll be done."
He looks at the time left on the washer and says, "I just thought we could talk for a bit but... if you would rather read, I can leave you to it."
"I can read this later," you smile. You mean to gently toss the book on the table used to fold laundry but you over shoot and it hits the floor, sliding away from you. You cover your face with your hands and get up.
"I've got it," he laughs. He places the book on the table and sits next to you.
"I'm not usually a disaster," you tell him and he chuckles. "Actually, I kind of am. That's why I'm way better off with books and the tech stuff then with people," you admit. "I always do something stupid or say something weird," you feel yourself shrink back in your chair.
"I think it makes you interesting," he replies with a smile. "I'm never quite sure what you're going to say or do."
You laugh nervously, "Me neither." A second later your brain turns on, wait did he say I was interesting?
"There is actually one thing you could help me with now, if that's ok?" he asks, keeping you from focusing too much on what he had just said. He takes out his phone, "I think there's something wrong with it."
He hands it to you and you almost drop it when your fingers touch, "Ha, I've got it. Sorry." You open the settings and start looking for usual problems but things seem fine. You look up at him, "What's wrong with it?"
He smirks and says, "It doesn't have your number."
"Wow," you can't help but laugh. "That was really smooth."
He laughs and says, "I'm a bit out of practice but I thought that was good."
"It was," you blush and add your number before handing him back his phone.
He looks at it then back at you and says, "Okay, but seriously, how do I text you cause I'm not sure how exactly to do that."
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Summary: Bucky doesn't want to admit that he hasn't quite gotten used to all the new technology since he was freed from the Winter Soldier and his latest issue is with the dryer. Y/N catches him mid-struggle with the machine and comes to his rescue.
Warnings: some light swearing, feeling a tad useless and old, Bucky struggling hard with the laundry, Y/N being super awkward
A/N: So in Laundry Day (linked above) I wrote an off hand little comment about how much laundry Bucky needed to do and @alexakeyloveloki comment inspired me to write a short fic about it so... enjoy 💚
This is not the same Y/N from Laundry Day & How Could This Not Fit?!, this is a different one. Apparently a bunch of women in the Tower have the same name as you (haha sorry that's dumb but I wanted them both to be Y/N fics so here we are)
"Oh.... I messed up," you close your book and get up from the couch quickly as you suddenly realize it's almost midnight. You had meant to only read one more chapter but you had gotten lost in your book as always.
You grab your detergent from the closet, drag your overflowing laundry hamper to the door and slide on a pair of flip flops. "Every freaking time," you mumble to yourself as you open the door. Once again, you put off doing laundry until you completely ran out of clothes.
The elevator doors open and you step out into the basement. "At least no one should be down here," you think out loud thankfully.
You had tried to do your laundry this morning but you gave up on that idea as soon as you opened the door. Loki's girlfriend was sitting on top of one of the dryers with her legs around his waist. You put your hand on the door and shake the images of the two of them away, you don't need that to be stuck in your brain.
"Damnit," you whisper as you freeze completely, the door halfway open. Bucky has his back to you as he stares at the dryer, unaware of your presence. You had developed a crush on the super soldier and decided the best way to handle it was to avoid him at all cost like any other mature adult. You were terrified that you might say or do something embarrassing so you thought your best option was to never be alone with him.
You sigh, knowing you're out of underwear and options so you open the door the rest of the way. Before you can say anything to him, the dryer Bucky is focused on begins to beep loudly.
"I don't know what you want from me," he says to it, his voice full of frustration.
He opens the door and the sound stops, you are both completely still but as soon as he closes the door it begins again. He pushes the button on the panel to start the dryer but the beeping continues.
"Why are you so complicated?" he asks the machine, clearly unaware that he is no longer alone. He pushes another button that does nothing to quiet the sound then he groans loudly, nearly ripping the door off the hinges with his metal arm.
"Do you need help?" you ask quietly from behind him.
He closes the door quickly as he turns around to face you. You can see the frustration in his expression turn to embarrassment when he realizes you were watching him. As he opens his mouth to answer you, the dryer starts to beep again.
He pulls the door open and turns towards you again. With a look of utter defeat he says, "I think it hates me."
You cover your mouth to keep from giggling at the fact that a super soldier is losing a battle with an appliance. There is no need for you to add insult to injury, you think, but he does look like he is in desperate need of a hug.
You walk over to him and drag your hamper in front of an empty machine. "I'm sure it doesn't hate you," you reassure him with a smile and he shrugs, clearly not believing you.
"Can I take a look?" you ask pointing at the dryer and he nods, moving away from it as if it might explode at any second.
"You can try but I'm telling you, this one is evil," he laughs nervously.
"I think I can handle it," you try to sound sure of yourself. "Oh, I'm Y/N, by the way," you suddenly decide to introduce yourself as you close the door.
"I know," he answers and you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, the beeping continuing. "You work for the IT department," he says and you feel yourself blushing. "I've seen you around the Tower a few times."
"Yep, that's me," you respond, trying not to sound as if your internally screaming. He remembers my name? When did we even talk? I definitely would remember if we talked. Focus, focus, you yell at yourself, you've been staring at him for too long.
"Well, they don't train us to handle haunted appliances but I think I can handle this one," you say then immediately cringe. Why do I talk? You think, this is why I avoid him.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Bucky laughing. You turn towards your new favorite sound and he smiles at you as he leans on a nearby washer.
Ok, you think to yourself, time to show off and fix this stupid thing. You check to see what settings he's used but they all look right. Well, there's that, you think a bit annoyed but you're determined to figure it out. Suddenly you get an idea.
"Sometimes these things get weird when they are unbalanced or too full," you explain as you open the door and bend down. You reach in to level things out. A second too late you realize your holding a pair of his damp boxers and throw them back inside.
"Yep, these look fine," you close the door quickly and stand up, hoping he didn't notice but you can tell he saw you pick them up. "No. I mean... not that the boxers look fine, just like the load is fine. I- I'm just gonna..." you say, as you turn to face the dryer again. "I'm gonna die," you whisper as you rub your face with your hands. Good job dummy, you managed to make this even more awkward.
"Damn dryer is going to beat both of us," he says after a moment of continuous beeping and you can't help but agree with him.
"I think you might be right-" you pause, your eyebrows scrunching as a blinking red light catches your attention. "Has this been blinking the whole time?"
"I think so," he guesses. "Is that important?"
You sigh and nod, "It means I'm an idiot."
He tilts his head, his arms folded across his chest as he watches you open the dryer door again. You pull open the small door at the bottom and groan. He walks closer to see what you are doing but you don't notice until he leans over your shoulder.
"What is that?" he asks and you jump at how close his voice is to your ear. "Sorry," he laughs. "Thought you knew I was in here."
"Yea I just thought you were over there," you wave you hand towards where he had been and almost hit him in the face with the back of your hand. He dodges it easily and laughs lightly as you cover your mouth. "I'm so sorry," you mumble from under your hand.
"Its fine, you missed," he says with a grin. "So what's wrong with it?"
You pull out the lint trap and show him, "This thing is full so it won't run until we empty it." His expression tells you he has no idea what it is so you explain how a lint trap works and that if you don't clean them out you could potentially start a fire.
"Oh," he responds. "Wouldn't it be helpful if the stupid thing said that's what was wrong with it instead of just beeping?"
"It did," you groan then point to the light that is no longer blinking. "That's what the little light was for."
You wait for him to be stunned by your stupidity. You work for the IT department at Stark Industries, the most technologically advanced company in the world and you barely fixed a not broken dryer. You turn it on for him then turn your attention to finally loading your clothes into the washer.
Instead of responding the way you think he will, he sighs and takes a seat. "I don't understand any of this new technology," he admits.
You turn over your shoulder to look at him and see that he seems defeated again. "Don't worry," you try to make him feel better. "Stark likes new toys. He gets all the fanciest tech, no one knows how to use this stuff."
"I don't know how to do anything," he rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward. You turn on the washers and walk towards him. "Nothing is simple anymore."
"What do you mean?" you ask as you sit in the empty chair next to him.
"Everything is a computer now and the whole building talks. The fridge has more technology in it than the last car I drove, the toaster is voice activated, hell even the sinks are motion sensors," he says, his eyes focused on his hands as he talks.
You cover your mouth quickly to hide your laugh but it slips out. He looks at you and you lower you hand to ask, "I'm sorry but... who told you the toaster was voice activated?"
"Sam," he says then his eyes widen, "It's not is it?"
"No," you shake your head and can't hold back your laughter.
He groans, lowering his head again, "I'm gonna kill him."
"You didn't really believe him did you?" you ask in disbelief.
"I spent five minutes yelling 'toast' at it this morning before he said it was probably updating," he admits, covering his face with his metal hand.
You smile and imagine him getting more and more annoyed at the poor little appliance.
He sits up, resting the back on his head on the wall behind you. "I just don't know why everything is so complicated," he says and you suddenly feel guilty for laughing.
"I'm sorry," you tell him, looking down at your feet. "Have you tried talking to Steve about getting you up to speed on some things?"
"I don't want to keep bothering him every time I can't turn on a light or get ice out of the fridge," he says. "Steve adjusted fine so I just have to keep trying to figure all of this out."
"Who told you Steve adjusted well?" you ask before you can stop yourself.
He looks at you but doesn't answer so you continue talking. "I was part of the team that helped wake him up. Trust me, he freaked out plenty of times and he was confused by pretty much everything in the beginning."
He shakes his head, "I didn't know that, it's one of the only things we've never really talked about."
"I'm sorry we didn't have a team prepped for you when you joined. I guess we just sort of figured you had been awake a lot more than Steve," you say. "As the uh... other guy," you add awkwardly, trying to avoid calling him the Winter Soldier.
"Technically I was but..." his voice trails off and his flesh hand covers his metal hand as he looks down.
"The other guy didn't do much cooking or laundry, did he?" you ask, finishing his thought.
"No," he answers.
After a short silence you say, "If you want, I can help get you up to speed. A lot of the tech around here is actually pretty easy to use, if you know what your doing."
"You don't have to waste your time," he shrugs. "I'll figure it all out."
"Helping you wouldn't be a waste of time," you tell him with a smile. "Besides, I have a lot of free time. I pretty much do nothing but read when I'm not working so I'm always around if you need me," you add and groan internally. Try to make it sound like you don't have a life at all, good job, you think.
He smiles and makes eye contact with you, "That would be really helpful, thanks."
You get lost in how his smile lights up his face but the long beep of the dryer finishing thankfully means you don't stare at him until it gets awkward. He gets up to empty the machine and you grab your book from the top of the washer before sitting back down. As you open the book he sits next to you again.
"Oh," you close the book and look up. "Sorry, I thought- you don't have to stay down here. I've got a while left until it'll be done."
He looks at the time left on the washer and says, "I just thought we could talk for a bit but... if you would rather read, I can leave you to it."
"I can read this later," you smile. You mean to gently toss the book on the table used to fold laundry but you over shoot and it hits the floor, sliding away from you. You cover your face with your hands and get up.
"I've got it," he laughs. He places the book on the table and sits next to you.
"I'm not usually a disaster," you tell him and he chuckles. "Actually, I kind of am. That's why I'm way better off with books and the tech stuff then with people," you admit. "I always do something stupid or say something weird," you feel yourself shrink back in your chair.
"I think it makes you interesting," he replies with a smile. "I'm never quite sure what you're going to say or do."
You laugh nervously, "Me neither." A second later your brain turns on, wait did he say I was interesting?
"There is actually one thing you could help me with now, if that's ok?" he asks, keeping you from focusing too much on what he had just said. He takes out his phone, "I think there's something wrong with it."
He hands it to you and you almost drop it when your fingers touch, "Ha, I've got it. Sorry." You open the settings and start looking for usual problems but things seem fine. You look up at him, "What's wrong with it?"
He smirks and says, "It doesn't have your number."
"Wow," you can't help but laugh. "That was really smooth."
He laughs and says, "I'm a bit out of practice but I thought that was good."
"It was," you blush and add your number before handing him back his phone.
He looks at it then back at you and says, "Okay, but seriously, how do I text you cause I'm not sure how exactly to do that."
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(I don't have a Bucky tag list yet so sorry my Loki list didn't get a choice lol)
Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N) - established relationship
Summary: You and Loki are playing truth or dare and you think you found a dare he won't do.
A/N: Thanks @soubi001 for helping with the randomness of this one 💚 and to answer the question no one asked... no, this is not what I was supposed to be writing tonight 🫣
Loki sighs in defeat, "Very well."
"Wait, seriously?" you ask in disbelief. You were sure he wouldn't agree to this and you would finally win your hour long game of truth or dare.
"I told you, pet, I have no intentions of losing this game," he tells you with a mischievous grin.
"Fine... but you have to do it for ten seconds," you add a clause with your own calculating smile.
"Two," he counters quickly.
"Five," you cross your arms over your chest and sit back against the couch cushion.
"Two," he smiles as he leans closer to you.
"Seven," you roll your eyes and move your head slightly so he kisses your cheek instead of your lips as he intended.
"That's not how negotiations work," he chuckles and pulls back to look at you.
"Keep being annoying and I'll make it 30 seconds," you smile threateningly.
"I believe your lowest offer was five seconds," he says after a moment of silent consideration.
"Five," you nod your head in agreement.
"Brother," Loki calls for Thor's attention when he enters the common room, you wait in the hall where no one can see you.
"Loki, there you are," his older brother says cheerfully. "I thought you were seeing Y/N tonight."
"I am," Loki provides the shortest response possible and you try not to giggle, putting your hand over your mouth.
"Did you need something reindeer games?" Tony asks, annoyed that Loki interrupted their poker game.
Loki holds his hands behind his back and asks, "Thor, would you stand up for a moment?"
Thor looks at Loki then back at the other members of the team seated around the table. Tony shakes his head no adamantly while Steve and Clint shrug. Thor, being the ever trusting older brother, pushes his chair away from the table and stands to face Loki.
Before he can utter a sound, Loki pulls him into a tight hug.
"One Mississippi, two Mississippi-" you count quietly from your hidden spot just outside the doorway.
Thor's eyes go wide in shock and he doesn't move, his arms pinned to his sides with Loki's arms wrapped around him.
Tony reaches for his drink, his eyes fixed on the brothers and knocks the glass over, spilling it on his cards but no one notices.
Clint leans his chair back for a better view of the two Gods and Steve mumbles, "What the hell?"
"- Mississippi, five Mississippi," you giggle as Loki releases Thor and abruptly turns away.
"Loki, what-" Thor starts to ask but Loki leaves the room.
"I can't believe you actually did that," you tell him in shock.
"I do not like losing," he shrugs as you walk back towards your room together. "Plus, that will confuse all of them for weeks," he chuckles.
"Damnit, you're right," you sigh when you get to your room.
He smirks as he closes the door, "So darling, what will it be? Truth or dare?"
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Summary: Prince Loki has been declared king regent after the Allfather falls into the Odinsleep without any warning while Prince Thor remains banished on Midgard. The God of Mischief summons you to his chambers in order to dissolve your engagement despite your reassurance that you will stand by his side through whatever devastating lie his father revealed to him.
Warnings: No happy ending! Angst, Loki telling you he's a monster, reader feeling hurt, confused, devastated, Loki hurting reader (just a tiny bit)
A/N: Oh look... another fic that I wasn't supposed to be working on but couldn't get out of my brain! Why do I bother with a drafts list if I can't follow the stupid thing? Anyways... I hope you are all here to be emotionally devastated cause that is the goal. As I said in the warnings, this isn't going to have a happy ending but if I get enough comments about it, I might make an alternate happy ending version.
This of based off an idea I got from the Three Doors Down song, Let Me Go linked at the bottom. I liked the lyrics a lot and used them for some of the conversation between Y/N and Loki.
Good luck & don't hate me, I warned you! 💚
The door to the library opens and closes but you keep your eyes down, your attention solely on your book and not the heavy footsteps coming steadily towards you. You flip to the next page quickly, biting your lip as you tuck your legs under you on the small couch and hold the book closer.
"Lady Y/N," a familiar voice breaks through your focus and causes you to jump in surprise.
"Fandral, I apologize. I was so engrossed in my reading, I didn't hear you come in," you greet one of the warriors three as you stand, smoothing out the skirt of your floor length gown. Prince Thor's oldest friend he doesn't smile in return and you can't stop the anxiousness that fills you. "Is there news of Prince Thor from Midgard?" you ask hopefully, the older prince has been gone for nearly a month. Much longer than anyone had expected and any word of his return would have been welcome.
He shakes his head, his somber expression confirming your fear that something is terribly wrong on Asgard.
The sound of the doors opening again distracts you momentarily from the blonde warrior in front of you. You swallow hard when two Einherjar, the palace guards tasked with protecting the royal family, enter the large room and you look back to Fandral.
"Fandral..." you repeat his name quietly as your mind fills with dozens of dreadful scenarios including Prince Loki being injured somehow. He takes a deep breath as he prepares himself for the message he is about to deliver and you wait in silence. The book slips from your fingers, hitting the ground with a thud when you learn King Odin has unexpectedly fallen into the Odinsleep.
"The king regent has summoned you to his chambers," Fandral tells you after explaining that Asgard will now be ruled by the younger prince and you nod slowly. "The Einherjar will escort you."
Walking down the empty halls, you keep your head lowered and your hands clasped in front of you as you follow the two guards closely. The sounds of your footsteps and those belonging to the Einherjar echo through the marble hallway, adding to the tension you feel in your chest. The palace has never been so still. The high court and royal advisors wait in the great hall for an update from the queen on the king's health while the palace staff has been ordered to remain out of sight unless summoned.
I can't imagine how hard this must be for Loki, to have witnessed his father succumb to the Odinsleep alone must have been so shocking. My prince has such a heavy burden to carry, I hope I can take some of the weight off his shoulders, you think as you and your escorts continue towards your destination.
Thor should be here. Loki never wanted this, he never wanted to rule the kingdom. He only ever wanted to be seen by his father and brother, you sigh when you think back to your late night walk in the garden where Loki admitted that very thought to you. He had never voiced it to anyone before, he knew his brother would never understand and his father would see it as a sign of weakness. As hard as it was to hear how he truly felt, you cherished the knowledge that you gained his trust and swore never to betray it.
Your thoughts shift to your engagement with the prince as you follow the guards up the grand staircase. Your relationship with Loki has not been what you expected and you couldn't be more grateful to all the gods for their blessing. The marriage had only been arranged to advance your father's status at court but in the six months since it was announced, you and your betrothed grew closer and closer. A friendship blossomed easily as you had many similar interests but in recent weeks you realized you have fallen completely in love with your future husband. The thought of spending the rest of your life with Loki no longer fills you with dread and apprehension as it did prior to your meeting. You are beyond excited by the idea of being his wife, counting down the days to your wedding although you are still too nervous to reveal your true feelings to him. Maybe on our wedding night I'll finally have the courage to tell him I love him dearly, you hope.
You look up just as the door to Loki's chambers comes into view at the end of the hall. If you and Loki hadn't broken royal protocol almost every night for the last two months, this would have been your first time here but the guards don't need to know that you knew your way.
You couldn't help breaking protocol though, you slept better in his arms then you ever did in your own bed no matter how soft it was or how many pillows you had. Each time you slipped out of your room to sleep in his bed, he would kiss you gently as his arms held you close to his body. When your eyes would drift closed, he would whisper how many days left until your wedding as if he was as excited as you were for the day to arrive. You blush a little as the memory of last night fills your mind. 'Only seventeen more sunrises until you are mine for eternity,' he whispered, his lips barely touching your ear just before he placed several light kisses to your skin.
A loud series of knocks on the tall wooden door pulls you from your pleasant memory and back into your present state of worry and anxiousness. One of the guards stands next to the door that leads into Loki's chambers while the other announces your presence as it opens.
As soon as the door closes you run to Loki without uttering a single greeting, immediately forgetting all the formalities of court that have been drilled into you your entire life. You hug him tightly but his arms remain at his sides and you fear you've made a grave mistake. Just as you are about to let go, he lets out a heavy sigh and embraces you tightly. After a long moment Loki pulls back slightly, not enough to free himself from your arms but enough to look into your eyes. He lifts his hand to gently stroke your cheek and you force a smile despite your growing nerves. He looks down at you in silence as you search his face for any clue as to what he is thinking. He seems emotionless but his eyes reveal the pain and confusion he is trying to hide from you.
You know better than anyone on Asgard how delicate the relationship between Loki and his father is but you also know deep down Loki is desperate for the king's love and approval. Were they fighting before the king succumbed to the Odinsleep, the thought pushes into your mind suddenly and your heart aches. Is that why he is taking this drastic turn of events so terribly? Does he blame himself? How could he though, this isn't his fault. Rumors that the king has been putting off the Odinsleep have been heard throughout the palace for years. It was bound to happen this way, surely Loki must know that.
You're at a lose for words as you look up at your future husband. I'm sorry, I'm here for you, everything will be okay. These words don't feel as if they will be enough to take away the emotions he seems to be wrestling with as he looks at you silently. Instead of speaking, you press your lips to his and feel the smallest hint of relief as he kisses you back.
Suddenly Loki breaks the kiss and pulls away from your embrace, taking several steps away from you. His eyes fall to the floor between you, your heart feels heavy when he lifts his eyes to look at you. You mumble a quiet apology for the kiss, fidgeting with your fingers but the prince shakes his head slowly in response.
He takes a step towards you and stops almost as if he can't bring himself to be any closer to you. "My beautiful Y/N," he says quietly, the joy missing from his voice. "If you only knew... one more kiss could be the best thing," as if he knows you already miss the feeling of his lips on yours, "but one more lie could be the worst."
"Loki..." you take a deep breath to steady yourself, moving tentatively towards him but you freeze when he takes a large step back, "You are making me nervous." Your mind races as you try to understand if he is accusing you of a lie or if he has been lying to you. "What do you mean, one more lie?"
He doesn't answer and you can't stop yourself as you begin to close the distance between you and your fiance. "Loki, you know I've never lied to you, I would never. I don't understand," you tell him, thankful that he allows you to come close enough to reach out and take his hand.
"No, I know you haven't," he lifts his other hand to cup your cheek gently. A small smile flickers across his face before he lets his fingers fall from your skin but he still holds your hand. "My father-" he clears his throat and corrects himself which you find curious, "The king has lied to me my entire life but now that I know the truth I know what I must do."
You are almost too afraid to ask what he means but you push yourself the speak, "You know you can tell me anything. What did the king lie about? What do you think you need to do?"
"The truth would only destroy your image of me and I cannot bear the thought of you seeing me for what I really am," his words frighten you. "Y/N, in this world there's real and make believe and I have learned that none of this was real."
"This seems real to me," you insist, squeezing his hand and placing a soft kiss to his cheek, his skin feels unusually cool to your lips.
"It is not," he counters with no explanation then he pulls his hand free from yours. "You're not something I deserve."
"Don't say that," you tell him as you feel your heart starting to break open. A new fear you had never imagined surfaces. Loki is ending our engagement, he's ending us. Without even a second thought you let out the only secret you've ever kept from Loki, "I love you."
The words hang in the air between you and you worry at your bottom lip, desperate for him to say he loves you in return. Instead, he shakes his head as if he doesn't believe you, "You say you love me but you don't know who I am. Let me go before you learn the truth and fear me as you should."
"I could never be afraid of you," you feel a tear roll down your cheek and do nothing to stop it as you look into Loki's eyes. "I love you and I know you, Loki. I know you better than anyone on Asgard. You're my prince, my best friend, my future. Just give me a chance, talk to me please."
His expression softens, as if seeing your pain and hearing your words has changed his heart but he looks away quickly. "You cannot know me Y/N because even I didn't know who I was until the king let his secret slip just before the Odinsleep took him."
"What secret?" you follow him as he walks across his room and places his hands on his desk, his back to you. "Loki, please you've always been able to talk to me," you urge, your hand resting on his shoulder lightly to let him know you are here. Your breath catches in your throat when he turns to look at you and you back away, your body filling with terror as he predicted when his crimson eyes focus on you. There's only one race in the nine realms that has eyes which glow such a deep red and they are monsters.
"Do you see it now?" he asks, his voice harsher than you've ever heard before when he sees how scared you are of him.
"I don't understand-" you shake your head, trying to make sense of what is happening but your fear makes it hard to think rationally.
"Odin is not my father," Loki finally begins to explain the long held secret of the royal family. "He stole me from my home as an infant during the war on Jotunheim a thousand years ago."
"You're... you're a Jotun?" you ask, your voice shaking as he walks slowly closer to you and you can't help but take a step backwards. You've heard stories about the frost giants from Jotunheim, every child on Asgard had. They were a violent race who were to be feared. The king waged war on the ice planet to save the realm from their horrid plan to destroy the bifrost and turn Asgard into a frozen wasteland. How could the man I love with all my heart be a monster from the frost realm?
"I am," he nods then asks you a question in return. "Do you fear me?"
"I-" you open your mouth to answer him but your voice fails you when Loki's pale skin becomes a deep shade of blue. Intricately detailed ridges form along the exposed skin on his wrists and neck, traveling up his face. He stands in front of you in his Jotun form and you find it hard to breath.
"Do you still love me as you claimed to only moments ago?" he asks when you don't answer his first question.
Yes! your heart screams but your mouth remains tightly shut as your mind replays the dozens and dozens of horrific tales you've heard about frost giants as a child.
Loki senses your indecision and makes the choice for you, "You said you love me but you didn't truly know me. Now that you know the truth, you're terrified of me as you should be. I know what I am, I'm the monster mother's tell their children about to ensure they behave. I am not something you cannot love, now get out!"
"Loki, wait..." you shrink back when he yells, your feelings for him trying to win the fight over your deeply rooted fear. "Please, I just need a minute-"
"Let me go," he repeats what he told you earlier and you shake your head as tears roll down your cheeks. "You do not want me as I am now, you do not love me."
He reaches out and grabs your wrist, his fingers are icy cold on your skin as you struggle to pull yourself free. "Loki-" you plead as you twist your arm, failing to break his hold as he pulls you towards the doors. "You're hurting me!"
"That's what monsters do," he says in a cruel tone without looking at you as he pulls one of the doors open and forcefully pushes you into the hall. The two guards have left and you can't help but wish they were here not that you can be sure of who's side they would be on. Loki might be a Jotun, but he's still king regent of Asgard. You gasp in pain when you fall to the ground, his icy fingerprints remain on your skin as if you've been burned by the cold and your cradle your wrist as you look up at him.
"I loved you," you say softly between sobs.
"Loved," Loki repeats the word and you realize you used past tense without even thinking. Before you can open your mouth to correct yourself he says, "You are free from our arrangement. I'm letting you go." Just before he slams the doors shut, you see a flicker of pain in his glowing red eyes.
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