Prompt + Summary: “Okay…this is new,” Dark World AU. I’m not saying anymore.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom(s): Marvel, MCU, Tom Hiddleston
Warnings: Fluff, a bit of heavy petting, spoilers for the last season of Friends
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“You what?” You stared at the agents in front of you incredulously. “He’s – he’s what? With me?”
“Lady Y/N,” Thor interjected “My brother is serving his punishment for New York, but with the death of our mother he isn’t safe on Asgard,”
“He isn’t safe in your magical jail cell!? What did he do, kill the woman!?” You snapped, your brain refusing to compute the information from the Agents. Thor’s face softened into an appeasing smile.
“Not at all. He is distraught. I have discussed with the other agents and we have decided that he should finish his punishment on Midgard.”
“We think it would be beneficial for Loki to have something to focus his, ah, energy on,” Agent Coulson added in a careful tone, it took everything you had not to turn on him and bite his head off, especially when he had been on the receiving end of Loki’s stick.
“Fine. I can understand that but why me?” You whined, the battle of New York was still fresh in your mind and you were nowhere near forgiving Thor’s demonic little brother for the trouble he had caused.
At which point Agent Romanoff felt it was her time to speak up
“Y/N, you’re tracking gamma signals similar to those given off by the Tesseract, no one knows that thing better than Loki,”
“Incorrect,” you butt in before she could win you over with a reasonable argument “There’s Rogers or Banner!”
“You know they’re on standby for missions,” she spoke gently, reaching out for your shoulder. You flinched away.
“I can do it by myself,”
“You need help,”
“Not from him!”
“You don’t have a choice,” Another voice joined the small argument between Thor, Coulson, Natasha and yourself.
“Mister Stark,” you said politely, but through gritted teeth, as Iron Man himself waltzed down the staircase and joined the three agents trying to ruin your life. “Agent Y/L/N, sweetheart. I’m assuming Point Break has broken the news?” Stark let out a small laugh at his own joke.
“Hey!” Thor protested. Tony ignored him.
“I’m taking that look as a yes. Sorry, Y/N, but you really don’t have a choice this time,” Stark said in that insufferable voice that told you not to argue with him.
“Please Tony, please don’t make me do this. I can handle the research by myself, please, I’d rather struggle than cope with him. I had friends who died in that battle. Don’t make me live with the cause of their death,” you had always sworn that you were beyond begging, but at that moment you would have done whatever it would take to get out of this.
“Y/N, don’t be difficult. If one of the Avengers were around to babysit Reindeer Games then we would, but we aren’t. And you’re our most trusted Agent and a member of the intelligence team, plus I know you kick mean butt,”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Stark,”
“No, but your job on the line might,” he said it so casually it made your blood boil, especially when he walked away planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Good luck with the research, Y/N,”
Absolutely smarting you turned to Thor, jabbing a shaking finger in his chest. “Fine. But he sleeps on the couch.”
As it turned out, Loki did not sleep on the couch. He was released from his handcuffs once inside your small camper-van and Thor read shakily from an Asgardian book, placing a spell on Loki that stopped him from leaving the van. He rubbed his wrists from the shackles, sent Thor and you a scowl that made you want to drop dead and stalked straight into the only other room in the van – your bedroom – and promptly slammed the door.
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