Pulling Me Under (Loki X Reader)
Hi! Uhhh No content warning that I can think of other then no editing prior to me throwing this out here into the universe XD Just a random idea I had based on a dream. Let me know what you think and if I should continue this?
If anyone would have asked Loki to define true love his answer would be to quickly say that true love doesnât exist. He would say that itâs something Midgardian made up as a way to give their silly little lives meaning. Sure, he had seen the way his mother looked at his father when he was younger, but even on Asgard love was something complicated and something he would rather not dive into.Â
Loki was the God of Mischief after all, so it was always safe to assume that he had every kind of experience known to a human in regards to love. After all, he had been around for centuries. And yet, Lokiâs perception had changed the moment he locked eyes with you. You simply took his breath away in ways that he thought never could exist.Â
At first, Loki thought you may be a sorcerer, casting a spell upon him. He watched you curiously as you spoke to the other Midgardians, assuring them you would be fine for âguard dutyâ, whatever that meant. He paced within the glass chamber that held him. He needed to get the specter and finish his mission. He needed to take over this blasted planet and make everyone kneel before their new king.Â
âSo why donât we make this easier for everyone and you tell me about the wand,â you called, leaning against the railing outside of the container.Â
âItâs a specter and I will be needing it back,â he said dryly.
You sighed. Of course he wasnât going to make this easy. You quickly scanned your notes from the clipboard in your hands. SHIELD hasn't given you much information. Only that the god before you was Loki, God of Mischief, brother of Thor. The same Thor who all of your coworkers were practically drooling over. You made a face thinking about the break room full of giggles, everyone else seeming to be fantasizing about the elder brother and yet you didnât see it. Thor seemed arrogant and proud, too proud to even speak when you had passed him on the way to take over guard duty. At least Loki acknowledged your existence.
âHello? Midgardian? I asked your name,â Lokiâs voice called, snapping you out of your trance.
â______,â you answered honestly.Â
You didnât know why you had given him your real name, but something about the way his bright green eyes looked over you sent shivers down your spine. You felt compelled to talk to Loki more, almost yearning to know more about him, about his causeâ yet you stopped yourself. This manâ Godâ whatever he was had murdered hundreds of people. He was dangerous; hence the giant glass cage he was in before you; but you found yourself drawn to him, silently begging him to say your name.
â______,â Loki said, repeating the name you had given him. He liked the way it sounded coming from his lips. âSay, ______, why donât you let me out of here so we can retrieve the Tesseract and my specter together? Then I can go about my business and become your new king.â
Loki was no fool; he knew simply trying to play nice wouldnât get him his freedom. But he also couldnât bring himself to threaten you like the guards before you. Loki studied you; noticing the way you glanced between him and the board in front of you told him all he needed to know: you were just as confused by him as he was you. He watched as you matched his pacing, subconsciously matching his speed as you both walked around the cell.Â
This had become a game of cat and mouse; only no one was really sure who was the cat. You both felt the tension in the air. It was silent minus the sound of your footsteps echoing around the room. Part of you prayed for Fury or Stark to come relieve you, send you away to get air. Yet the yearning grew stronger. The need to know more grew and grew until you could no longer stop it. Suddenly you found yourself entering the code for the center and stopping in front of the man who was once held captive inside.
Loki stopped in disbelief. Had he really convinced you to let him out? He shook his head, no this feeling-- it was something even he could no longer deny. Loki wanted to be selfish. He needed to find his scepter and the tesseract. Voices within echoed, yelling at him to move, to break free from his chains, but instead he shocked even himself holding out his hand.Â
You looked at him, every fiber of your being seemed to be yelling at you to run. Every training you had ever taken told you how wrong this was-- how badly this would end, and even still it was a risk you couldnât help but take. You took his hand, mentally making a note of how soft his touch was as he pulled you close. Loki was inches from your face, both of you frozen in the moment not knowing why or how you ended up here.Â
âWell that was rather unexpected,â Loki admitted aloud, gently pinning you against the cell that once held him.Â
He knew he could break you, leave you for dead. He knew thatâs what he needed to do otherwise he risked ending up dead himself. Loki knew showing this much weakness-- for anyone, let alone a Midgardian, made him no better than his blasted brother. Loki cursed at the mere thought of his adopted brother. He wanted so badly to hate him so badly to show him how it felt to be forgotten, but Loki still couldn'tâ focus.Â
He found himself effortlessly pinning you against the wall yet you didnât fight him. You watched him seeming to be entranced by his presence. Thousands of questions came to mind, yet nothing could come out of his mouth. The two of you could have stood there for hours, yet it felt as though no time had passed. Loki wasnât sure himself what to do next.Â
â____________ you in here?â A voice called, the wide door to the room that held the cage opened.
You froze, you knew that voice. You knew how disappointed that voice would be to find you being so weak; so helpless as Loki held you. Yet you still couldnât find the will to fight. You couldnât find the will to scream. You honestly wondered if he had done something to brainwash you.Â
Lokiâs eyes widened as he watched the door open, a figure approaching. Time was ticking, his window to freedom was vanishing. He cursed himself once again before taking his hand and wrapping it around your waist. He wasnât going down, but he also wasnât letting you out of his sights.Â
You werenât sure how he did it, but suddenly you werenât in the room with the cell. You looked around, realizing he had teleported you both in the room where the newly formed AVENGERS were meeting. But why here, you wondered looking around before noticing the scepter that was just feet away.Â
âUm, who let the newbie in here?â a voice asked.
You waved awkwardly, trying to decide if it was best to run or distract. Everyone in the room stared at you, Tony Stark and Captain America both standing and glaring at each other before moving towards you.Â
Everything else happened within an instant. Thor locked eyes with Loki. Cap realizing that Loki still held you against himself. The room turned into chaos, everything seeming to cause another big reaction. You werenât sure what to do, yet you didnât have to do anything. Loki jumped into action, grabbing his scepter and using it to turn Hawkeye against the others.Â
You closed your eyes, not wanting to witness the fighting, but the world around you grew quiet. You peeked your eyes open to find that Loki had teleported you somewhere else-- but you werenât sure where. You looked around, noting the lack of city streets. A flower field stretched out in front of you, guarded by a forest.Â
âAlright Midgardian, now we have all the time in the world,â Lokiâs voice growled as he swiftly pinned you against a nearby tree.
âW-what?â you questioned.
âDonât play coy with me. Youâre a sorcerer arenât you?â Lokiâs tone was serious, but you couldnât help but stifle out a giggle at how absurd he was being.
âMe? A sorcerer? Buddy up until you and Goldilocks showed up I was just a normal human with a boring government job,â you admitted.
Loki searched your face hoping to find something he could go off of. He, being the God of Mischief, could tell when humans tried to be deceitful, yet he couldnât sense anything from you. He wanted to scream, to be infuriated. If you hadnât done anything, why couldnât he shake this maddening feeling? Why couldnât he get the thoughts of leaning down, pressing his lips against yours out of his mind?Â
The more he thought, the more he realized how little he knew regarding this topic. Yet he had time. He knew the others wouldnât find the two of you. But now what? What was his next move? Loki released his grasp on you, beginning to pace as he lost himself in his own thoughts. Normally you would object; you would demand to be taken back. But something in you was curious as to where this would lead. Neither of you truly knew how powerful this connection was, yet no one could deny the chemistry between you. All you knew was you wanted to be where he was, as crazy as that sounded-- but then again it didnât sound so crazy to him. Maybe Midgard wasnât such a bad place to be after all.Â














