Imagine: You feel a bit off today and the argument with your boyfriend Loki doesnât make things better. What happens when a Steve who doesnât understand British slang and an overprotective father ruin your sweet plan to get him back?
N/A: Hello dearests, enjoy this new Loki x reader imagine and tell me what are your impressions about it. If you wanna. If you donât then DEATH. TO ALL OF THEM. Jk. Hope yâall got that reference. đ¤
Warnings: BestFriend!Natasha, Thor is lovely as usual, Dad!TonyStark, Boyfriend!Loki, Language, Fluff, Angst and more fluff, a bit of passion, and British reader/use of British slang (pretty easy and self-explanatory)
Waking up that morning was tremendously hard. You stumbled against any piece of furniture installed inside of your room by your father, Tony Stark. Well, he was your stepfather, technically, but you werenât particularly fond of the use of that word.
Yawning your way into the kitchen of the compound, you avoided meeting eyes with Steve. He had been more stressed than usual in the last few days, probably given the upcoming mission. He lashed out at you the day before, or at least that's what you thought was happening.
"I think a cuppa would serve you right."
You looked at him as if he were stupid, but you knew it couldn't be that. "A cuppa? It's.. a cup of tea. You don't know that?" Given his expression, either he was a bit dumb or was just done with you for that day. "No. I like coffee. But thank you."
You weren't mad at him, of course. Nonetheless, ignoring him for a bit did sound like a better idea than trying to cheer him up with your British manners, if you could say. He did not look happy about that.
Staring at the emptiness of your black coffee (and almost gagging at the rough taste), you swallowed the smothering ache in your heart. What was it you were yearning for?
You couldn't place in your mind the exact reason behind this suffering, but you soon grew tired of it. With a pair of eyes following your figure left unnoticed, you dragged yourself up to your room to somehow get ready.
"I don't know man. Shouldn't you be locked up in your room like Stark- and he's gone. Thanks for the chat, popsicle."
This was boring, wasn't it? It was raining outside. Perhaps if you were in a rom-com you'd be soaked wet, lightheartedly dancing with a cover of dreamy clouds in the sky, glancing at your boyfriend from time to time, pretending you didn't see his "this is the woman I'll marry" eyes consuming you entirely. However, you weren't the protagonist of a rom-com, much less of a poorly written fan fiction. Additionally, your dear boyfriend wasn't officially... well, your boyfriend, and he'd been ignoring you completely. Which hurt, but your pride defeated your consciousness and you didn't want to talk to him about it.
Then, an idea took place in your mind. You had an opportunity to get back your not-much-of-a-boyfriend, the Captain's shy smile and your fun. Some might say even something more along the way.
"I AM DONE. COMPLETELY, UTTERLY DONE."
You slammed the door of Natasha's office, ignoring the frightening look she gave you and pointed to the chair right in front of you with questioning eyes.
"You slammed my door shut, might as well."
Your eyes dropped unnoticeably. Someone would have noticed though, only he wasn't there.
"I gotta do something. Would you help me with it?."
"What would I help you with, exactly? Y/N, if this is one of your unsettled plans..." She leaned back on the chair, tapping the desk with her bare fingernails.
"No! You can trust me on this, Nat. Please do. I'll buy you some nail polish."
"WHAT?" Tony on the verge of an anxiety attack wasn't exactly how you thought this plan would go, even though him finding out was not part of it as well.
"Boss, your heart rate is increasing critically."
"Vacation's over. FRIDAY, let's go back to the compound."
You could hear their voices on the other end of the line.
You still didn't utter a word, already having made the mistake of asking your dad when he was bound to return from his "job thing" in Rome. You shouldnât have said that, because "you never care about it", so it was either a party you were planning or a date. Besides, you might've mentioned the mission that you later remembered, you werenât supposed to know about.
Your leg was trembling now, having realized the crap mistake you made. "Well shit."
"Oh, forgot you were still on. Love you, Dad, bye."
Natasha gawked at you, shaking her head slightly, arms crossed in front of her. This plan was a massive mistake. But it was your plan and you wouldnât give up on it.
Around noon, Stark made his entry into the structure and went straight to your room, knocking on the door half a time and anchoring his feet to the ground with every step. Hiding your uneven breath, and thanking Nat for her wise advice ("just play sick", she said), you raised the sheets over your painted red nose.
Your dad searched for you in your cosy bedroom, just to find your teary innocent eyes full of greed for success. Maybe you did have a fever.
"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I thought you were gonna run off to a party or something you kids do."
You shifted under the covers. Shit. That was the plan after all. You were going to coerce Steve into partying with you somewhere you knew Loki would find you, like perhaps that club just around the corner where he wore that leather jacket once. Big story. Regardless, it didn't mean much now that he just vanished from your life.
"I wouldn't have gone anywhere."
An aching cough caught your breath. You tried to keep your eyebrows from furrowing at the actual symptom. You never got sick. Not really, at least.
Tony's eyes were clouded with worry, not liking the sight of you in pain.
"This is what we'll do, kid. You get some rest and I'll have Steve make you some tea."
You sniggered: "Just don't call it a cuppa."
As soon as he left the room, Natasha came out of the bathroom. Your eyes felt heavy, but your mind was still somewhere else.
"You'd make a great actress, has anyone told you that?" she grinned. You liked Nat, especially when you knew she was comfortable enough to enjoy spending time with you. She was your first real friend here at the compound. Your father would keep you hidden here when you were younger, and even though he tried his best to never make you feel like you were alone, he wasn't around much, and always left you with Pepper or Happy, who you now knew as your mother and uncle.
You coughed once again, this time harder, and brought a hand on your chest.
Nat stared at you for a little while.
"Yeah. And the sun's coming out. This day just couldn't get worse. Did I just manifest getting sick?"
When she stood up from the little chair that was at the side of your bed, she gave you a comforting smile, and then she left, leaving you in Morpheus' arms to fall asleep.
"Do you think perhaps it is best to wake her?"
"Don't be foolish, brother. She is much better like this."
"You mean she's comfortable?"
"Perfect! Lady Y/N, you seem to have awakened."
You looked at the Norse brothers standing at the feet of your bed, still feeling dizzy from your remarkable nap. You hadn't slept this good in a while.
"Thor. Yes. Woken u-uh..p." You stood up. You looked at them. You glanced at them once again.
"OH MY GOD." You quickly covered your face with your hands. Gods, Loki was in your room. He wasn't looking at you, but he was in your room. You could feel his coldness reaching up to your veins - and heart, not only making you feel sick in your stomach but also causing a complementary shameful headache.
"Is uhm... something wrong, Y/N?" Thor's warm voice grounded you slightly but never enough.
With a shallow breath, you released your hands, dropping them along with your head. Looking at the silk white sheets, you wondered if strangling yourself with them would solve anything.
"No, thank you, Thor. Could you just give me a minute to uhm... I need to uh... powder my nose."
He smiled. "Ah yes of course. We'll be in the kitchen."
Your breath hitched. You had to do something.
"Wait!" They altered their steps, this time you looked directly into Loki's ice-blue eyes. "Gotta speak. I mean- I- 'd like to speak to Loki. For a minute. If possible."
Thor adjusted the weight on his feet and then nodded, sizing the room with his comfortable aura.
The instant he left, that same energy vanished, leaving you and that subjugating man to war. A conflict formed of rivalry, an uneasy sense of fear for all that was yet to be said and a deep, desperate need for each other in all ways known to your kind.
You soon grew tired of the dreadful silence. "Are you gonna say anything or shall I speak first?"
"Speak." He kept on staring at the window.
You debated if getting out of the bed would be better for this argument.
"Don't. And there will be no such thing as an argument. I'm not going to force your decision."
You blinked at him. What? Did the ice get to his head?
"Pardon? What decision? And who gave you permission to read my mind, Loki? You left me. Alone. You didn't speak to me for a week. Like... out of nowhere. Just like that- What. Decision." You did get out of bed, now showing your white lace robe to him. If he were looking at you, you'd have felt naked under his gaze.
He kept silent for a while and you did not once stop beholding him.
"I thought you wished not to see me again." He finally witnessed you, completely, entirely, just like you knew he would. Just the way you longed for.
"Why? When did you ever get that impression from me? If I did something wrong please tell me but don't just... don't go away from me."
He attentively took a few steps closer to you. It looked menacing but you knew he was just calculating your next move. He was the prey. But it was you who kept still.
"Last week, you brought me to a place. I wore a leather jacket."
Your eyes instantly watered a bit.
"No. My actions were unnecessary and I shouldn't have- I-."
You broke, fully. You gave in to your heart and hurried to him, still too far across the room. You wrapped your trembling hands around him and almost fell whilst doing so. But he held you mightily, adapting to your action like a lock when it finds its key.
"Lokes... why'd you think that?" You tucked your face in his green and golden armour. "I lo- I know you didn't mean that. You didn't do anything wrong. Please. Is that why you weren't speaking to me anymore?"
Glancing up at him, your gazes met, lost in each other like you could both find your way home. "Yes."
You smiled softly. "Don't do that again. Just talk to me next time."
"There won't be a next time". At that, you frowned. Would he never go out with you again?
He caressed your cheek, hidden emotions revealed by the trembling of the movement.
"I'll do my best to not do you wrong ever again. It is a promise I'll keep as close to my heart as a dagger."
You giggled dreamily. "Please don't put a knife to your heart."
He moved you closer to his touch. "I won't. But if I do it'll be you who holds the handle."
"You cheeky bastard." And to that, he kissed you ardently, air unneeded for your lungs to work.
N/A: Any idea on what mightâve happened at the club? Also⌠Loki in a leather jacket.
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