#lokixyn

Except for Loki.

There was a gush of wind, blowing your hair in front of your face, and you swirled abruptly, searching the air. 

You’d smelled him. 

“I know it’s you,” you said, catching Loki off-guard. 

The prince stiffened. 

Your eyes continued to search the sidewalk, snowflakes glinting off your cheeks. 

“Why are you following me?” you asked, voice soft. 

Loki materialized out of thin air, taking the breath from your lungs, and just as your coffee cup was about to crash to the floor, Loki softly stopped its fall, handing it back to you.

From this close, this small space between the two of you, he could see the red-rimmed lashes, the bitten lips, the pale skin. His heart hurt, his stomach threatening to clench.

You could see the messy locks, the knots both in his hair and in his head. 

He was trembling when he put delicate knuckles against your jaw. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, voice roach. 

“You’ll miss me when I’m dead, too,” you answered lowly after a beat of silence. 

Loki tensed, closing his eyes briefly, putting fingertips at the edge of your right eye. “I didn’t mean that,” he whispered. “I was just afraid. I’m still afraid.”

His voice was so calm compared to the raging storm in his chest. 

You could see his lower lip trembling. You wanted to put your finger on his mouth, to touch the soft skin. 

“You don’t think I’m scared too?” you asked back, frowning. 

He let his hand slip form your face, leaving cold emptiness. He bowed his head. “I know,” he whispered. “Y/N, I’m terribly sorry.” His voice cracked and his eyes glistened, but he kept his gaze away. 

Despite yourself, you reached up with your free hand and touched the side of his face. At the warmth of your skin, Loki closed his eyes, a fresh tear rolling down his cheek and clinging to his jaw. 

“So am I,” you said. 

He sniffed, suddenly straightening and sliding warm hands on your jaw. “Y/N, please, please, take me back.” He put his chin on the top of your head, drawing you so close to him that you could smell him everywhere. 

You leaned into him, heart hammering, waiting for more of him. 

“I swear, I will never leave you again,” he pleaded.

“Even when I’m old and grey?” you asked. 

“Forever, Y/N,” he whispered. “I’ll never let you go.” 

You wrapped your arm around his torso and pulled him close, burying your face in his chest. He was warm. Like you remembered. 

“Loki, you can’t leave again when you get scared,” you mumbled against him.

He relaxed into you. “Never again,” he said, nuzzling his face in your neck. 

You both stayed under the steady fall of snow, collecting flakes in your hair, in your lashes. You both seemed like a statue collecting dust. 

Loki stroked your back, feeling you tremble against him. “You’re cold,” he stated, conjuring his magic in his palms, spreading heat across your back. You hummed, happy, something falling into place at the familiar feel of his mouth against your neck and the heat of his magic at your back.

You held onto him. Dug your hands into his back. 

“Were you Christmas shopping?” he asked, puzzled, as he pulled away from you to rub up and down your arms. 

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, shivering in his touch. 

He chuckled. “Always the early bird,” he said. 

You pointed at him. “You’ve always had a knack for the perfect gift,” you mentioned. 

Loki smirked. “Let’s get you inside a store, warm, and shopping!”

“What’s wrong, pet?” Loki questioned, his breath swirling around the shell of your ear. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be in the moment. Shuddering, you clenched your hand into a fist in attempt at keeping yourself grounded.

Before either of you could respond, your computer let out a beep. Snapping your attention towards the computer, a thin layer of ice enveloped you. Upon the screen displayed the dreaded words you had been attempting to fight off.

’You’ve been hacked.’

Gasping, your jaw fell slack as you rushed to begin fighting off the cyberattack. Your heart raced as you felt a sheer layer of sweat beginning to form along your skin.

It wasn’t long before you had fended off the attack. Once you were sure that the Avengers cyber security was secure again, you turned back to where Loki was. Frowning, you scrunched your eyebrows together. Your heart felt into your stomach as you were met with an empty space.

Glancing down, there was a small note left in Loki’s seat. Grabbing the paper, you read it.

Meet me in my room.

Grinning to yourself, you left your desk stopping at a nearby coffee station to bring to Tony and Bruce, on your way through the compound.

“Finally decided to join us, I see.” Tony snarked as he glanced at you atop his computer monitor.

Giggling to yourself, you placed one of the two extra cups of coffee, you had walked into work with, upon his desk. “Good morning to you too, Tony.”

“I smell coffee-“ Cutting himself off, Bruce greeted you with a quick smile and hug. “I should’ve known it was you.” He chuckled softly. “Tony, never does anymore.” Raising the cup to his mouth, he gulped some down before he raised an eyebrow at Tony.

“Ouch, jolly green.” Tony smirked, knowing how Bruce felt about the nickname.

Sighing to himself, Bruce quickly moved, what felt like, as far away from Tony the lab would allow. However, a whispered ‘I hate you,’ that was directed at Tony, didn’t escape you. Snickering to yourself, you lifted your own cup to your lips before swallowing the now lukewarm caffeine.

“See you guys later.” You spoke turning on your heel making a hasty getaway not wanting to be roped into another buttering battle between the two science bros. “Try to get along today, shall we?”

“Don’t tell me what to do! You’re not Pepper!” Tony yelled before you left.

The corners of your lips lifted slightly in a smirk. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head as you continued making your way out of the lab.

Venturing through the compound, you were in search of one resident.

“Well, hello again, lady Y/N.” Thors booming voice echoed off the walls in the hallway.

Your lips promptly turned into a toothy grin as your best friends brother sped walked toward you.

Turning your head, you grinned up at the God. “Hey, Thor.”

“I presume you’re looking for my brother.” He spoke clasping his hands behind his back, matching his pace with yours.

Jokingly, you placed a hand over your heart as you gasped halting your movements. “Why Thor, how did you know that?” You teased raising an eyebrow. Placing your hands on your hips you giggled breaking character momentarily. “Did you look in my head?” Your tone resuming it’s previous tone.

Standing before you, he rolled his eyes as he shook his head slightly. “No wonder why you and Loki get along.” He sighed. Reaching up, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Gasping, you stomped your foot. “How dare you!”

Your sudden shriek caused the shield agents in the hall to bring their attention towards you and Thor. Gazing around the hall, Thor groaned more audibly. “Okay, okay.” He spoke raising his hands in mock surrender, hushing you all the while. “As you were.” He spat at the rest of the agents.

Giggling, you batted your eyes at Thor, giving him your best innocent puppy dog eyes.

“He’s in his room.” He sighed as he rolled his eyes. “Go on now.”

Without waiting for Thor to continue speaking, you ventured towards the elevators before getting in and pressing the number for Loki’s floor.

Once the doors open, you practically skipped down the hallway. Your mind clouded with thoughts before you walked into something firm and strong. Wobbling slightly, arms gently gripped your biceps keeping you steady. “Easy there, petal.”

“Loki!” You exclaimed, feeling somersaults forming in your stomach. Your heart fluttering slightly, as his scent wafted in your nose.

His chuckle danced through your ears. “Hello, love.”

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you gently tugged him downward allowing you more leverage to keep him tucked against you closely. Your eyes closing allowing you to savior the moment.

Loki stiffened at initial contact, however he quickly recovered wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

It had taken you awhile, to get to where you were now with Loki. He wasn’t one for touch and everyone in the compound knew that. It wasn’t until you had formed a friendship with Loki, that he was more keen on the idea of being touched. Everyone was surprised at his sudden change in nature along with seeing the amount of times you shared casual touches. What took you by surprise, was the sudden daily increase of “casual,“ touches Loki shared with you.

Nuzzling your neck, Loki was quick to pull you out of your daydreams. Your opened your eyes, only to gasp at your different surroundings.

Opening and closing your mouth, you were slightly taken back at the sudden change.

“Loki-“

“Sorry, petal.“ Loki shrugged, as a grin danced along his lips. “I wanted you to myself.” Lifting his hand, he cradled your jaw allowing his thumb to trace along your face.

Raising your hand, you gently grasped Loki’s wrist. Gazing at him, you saw a flash of a frown. It was gone before you could question him. Closing your eyes, you turned your head slightly, you placed a feather light kiss upon the digit. Loki‘s gasp filled your ears. Your eyes flying open at the sound, as thoughts of how you might’ve crossed a line in your friendship took over.

Scrunching your eyebrows together, you opened and closed your lips while gazing at Loki. “I-“

Manuvering his hand, Loki’s thumb followed the plains of your lips. Tracing your top lip gently, before traveling to your bottom one. Lightly, he tugged at the appendage as his eyes were trained on your lips. Your eyes popped out slightly while your heart beat picked up. Your breaths becoming hitched in your throat.

Lifting his eyes back up to yours, he held a slight question neither of you bothered to ask. Somersaults forming in your stomach as Y/E/C ones locked with his icy ones.

“Petal-“

The sound of someone knocking jolted through you. Jumping away from Loki, you gasped as your mouth was suddenly drier than the dessert.

“I…I should…go.” Your cleared your throat. Nodding to yourself, you scurried towards the door. Yanking it open, Thor stood before you with his hand raised as he was about to knock again.

Gazing between you and his breath, a sly smirk made it’s way to his lips.

”Nothing happened.” You grumbled cutting him off as you left Loki’s room.

”Wait!” Loki raced to the door frame, leaning against it as he called after you.

Letting out a sigh, you rushed to the library. Once inside, you leaned against the door as you attempted to wrap your mind about what almost happened.

As the rest of the day flew by, you kept yourself busy in the library. Piles of read books littered a table you sat at all day. Sighing, you reached for another book you walked back towards the area you claimed. Lifting your eyes from the book in hand, you gasped.

“Hello, Petal.” Loki smiled, as he gazed at you. His eyes holding a softer emotion, you’ve become acustom to over the past few months.

Opening and closing your mouth, you frowned. It was the first time you had found yourself at a loss for words.

“H-Hi.”

Standing before Loki, you shifted from foot to foot. Heat danced along your cheeks.

”I think we should…Forget it.” He spoke, his shoes coming into your peripheral sight.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you heat expand in your chest. Your eyes snapped up gazing at him, searching for a sign.

”What?” You whispered, your heart falling into your stomach. Tear began forming in your eyes. “W-Why would I want to do that?”

”Because...” His voice trailed off. “It was just a joke.”

Snapping your head up, you gazed at Loki. Searching for any hint of a lie. Before you could catch them, tears began cascading down your cheeks. As you gazed at him, Loki’s features flashed sorrow before quickly replacing it with a hardened expression. Clenching his jaw, he knew he had to uphold his persona.

”I..I..” Your mind was going a million miles a minute as you attempted to soak in what Loki confessed. Tears began dripping onto your hand calling you back.

”I trusted you.” Your voice coming out hoarse.

”That was your mistake.” Loki spat, glaring down at you.

Flinching at his sudden harshness, you couldn’t stop the sobs that passed through your lips.

”Fuck you.”

Tossing the book onto the table, you whirled around on your heels rushing out of the library. For the second time that day, you heard Loki call after you. And for the second time that day, you neglected to turn around and acknowledge him.

As you rushed out of the library, you hadn’t been paying attention to where you were going. Colliding with muscly wall, you hadn’t bothered to identify who you walked into. Wrapping your arms around their waist, you buried your face into their chest allowing their shirt to soak up your tears. Sobs continued to wreck through your body as you began to tremble.

”Woah, doll.” Bucky’s voice rang through your ears. His arms quickly wrapping around you protectively. Placing a hand on your upper back, he began rubbing the area. “It’s okay.”

Shaking your head, you continued crying not caring to use your voice.

”Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned gently.

Shaking your head again, Bucky nodded to himself.

“Come on doll, let’s get you to your room.”

Nodding your head in agreement, you didn’t budge. Letting out a chuckle, Bucky maneuvered himself which allowed him to pick you up bridal style. Burying your face in his neck, you allowed the slight say of being carried lull you to sleep.

Once he reached your room, Bucky placed you carefully on the bed before pulling blankets over you. Moving to leave, your hand grasped his wrist preventing him from leaving. Glancing over his shoulder at you, he let a smile tug his lips.

”Stay?” You questioned meekly.

Nodding his head, he crawled over you, and pulled the blankets over him. Once he was comfortable on his back, you rolled onto your side. Throwing a leg over his hips, you laid your head over his heart allowing the steady beating to lull you back to sleep. Placing a kiss to your hair, Bucky tracked patterns on your back.

After that night, you told yourself, you wouldn’t be the one to break. In your mind, you wanted Loki to suffer slightly like you had. As you went out of your way to avoid him, your heart slowly mended itself back together, allowing you to form a friendship with Bucky.

Walking back to your room, you toed off your shoes once you were inside. Letting out a content sigh, you shrugged off your jacket.

“Petal.” Loki’s unfamiliar voice rang through your ears.

Halting your movements, you froze gazing at the space in front of you. Once you collected yourself, you whirled around to face the God. “Don’t call me that.” You snarled.

Frowning, he nodded in understandment. His hands were clasped behind his back, aiding him in puffing out his chest. “You don’t get to tell me I was a joke to you, leave, and then try and come back into my life months after!”

Loki continued holding a stoic expression along his features. Heat rose in your cheeks as your chest began rapidly rising and falling.

“Get out.” You spat crossing your arms along your chest.

”Don’t-“

”No, get out.”

Nodding his head, he let out a sigh. Once he was out of the room, relief washed over you. Letting out a huff, you plopped down on your bed before laying down. Throwing your arms across your eyes, you let out a hefty sigh.

The next day, Tony had sent you out on a solo grocery shopping trip. Reluctantly, you agreed. You had wanted to get out of the compound in attempt to gather your thoughts, however you were skeptical as Tony usually had ulterior motives behind his actions.

Pulling into the parking lot, you leaned your head back against the leather head rest. Closing your eyes, you attempted to clam yourself.

Once you felt that you were ready, you exited the car. As you began walking away from the car, you shoved your hand into your purse in search of your phone.

”Excuse me, miss?” A male voice questioned closely.

”Yes?” You questioned turning to face him.

“Are you…Y/N Y/L/N?” He questioned attempting to offer you a comforting smile.

A sudden eery feeling overwhelmed you. Your heart began beating rapidly, as the hair on your arms along with the hair on the back of your neck, stood at attention.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned towards the man more. “Y-Yes-“

Barely finishing your sentence, a cloth was placed over your mouth and nose. Gasping, you scratched at the strangers arm. The other man yanked you backwards. Your back colliding with their chest. With widened eyes, you attempted to dig your heels into the cement in hopes of troubling the man who began dragging you. Your keys were long gone from your hands before the thought of using them crossed your mind.

Thrashing in the man’s arms, you felt yourself becoming weaker and weaker as consciousness was fading. Your grip on his wrist quickly loosening as you felt the word fade to black.

Jolting awake, you squinted your eyes as you adjusted to the shining light above you. Groaning, you lulled your head to the side as your body ached. Tugging at your hands, you were quick to realize they were bound as plastic dug into the skin around your wrists.

”Well, well, well.” One of the men from the grocery store parking lot spoke. Gazing up at him, you felt a flutter in your stomach. A sly smile made its way upon his lips. “Welcome back to the world of consciousness, Y/N.”

Grimacing at his words, you gazed around the room. Shivering, you realized you were in a dark and fridge place. As you were going to bite back at the man, you realized there was a cloth makeshift gag prying your mouth open slightly. Scrunching your eyebrows together, a soft whine left your lips as you tugged at your restrained hands.

”Don’t worry, sweetheart.” The man taunted, leaning in to place a hand upon the back of your chair. His nose tracing your jaw line before traveling down your neck. Inhaleing your scent, he chuckled. “You smell like Lavender. I can see why Loki likes you.”

Lifting his other hand, he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Soft too.” He taunted.

Placing a kiss to your cheek, he chuckled darkly. Moving your head away from him, you squeezed your eyes shut. The hand that was twirling your hair, quickly clasped your throat that was directly under your jaw. Forcing you to look him, he began squeezing cutting your airway off. It wasn’t long before you began gasping for air. Attempting to shift in your chair, you continued gasping.

Once the man felt you had suffered long enough, he released you. The supply of air racing back into your lung forced you to cough.

Moving the cloth gag from your lips, he clasped his hand over your mouth. “If you bite me, you’ll live to regret it.” He spat.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you were perplexed as to what he meant. Releasing his hand, his lips were quick to replace it. The man’s lips were harsh and unforgiving.

Clenching your eyes shut, you kissed the man back in fear of what the repercussions would be. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it harsh bite. A whine escaped your lips as you flinched. Taking the chance, his tongue poked past your lips and traced over your tongue. The hand he choked you with, promptly reaching the back of your head, anchoring you firmly against him.

Another whine, sounded from you. His tongue traced the room of your mouth before wiggling around and tracing your teeth. Your air supply was quickly running out, as you felt your chest heave.

The man seemed to be on a mission to have the inside of your mouth committed to memory. His tongue tracing the underside of your tongue before returning to the top and sliding as far down as it could. Your teeth clashing slightly, as the feeling of his saliva dripping into your mouth overwhelmed you.

As the man pulled away from you, there was a line of saliva that connected you. Using the back of his hand, he wiped the access from his mouth. Panting, your chest rose and fell rapidly. Leaning back against the chair, you attempted to gather yourself.

”Did you get it?” The man questioned, his lust filled eyes not leaving you.

”Yep.” The second man stated, emerging from the shadows. A callous smile made its way to his lips.

”Good, send it to the Avengers compound.” The first man spoke. “Make sure it’s addressed to Loki.“

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The day was quiet what didn’t surprise you. It was holiday season and the usual costumers that came in early in the morning where probably on vacation. A few hours had passed where you served a few costumers, it was a rather boring day. You leaned against the counter, yawning a bit and sipping from your iced coffee before the door of the small coffee shop swung open, making the little bell resting above the door ring. Your eyes moved to the door, looking at the tall man that just entered. He wasn’t a regular, in fact, you hadn’t seen him here before. He was tall, his black suit framed his slander figure and his raven black curls were styled to the back touching his shoulders and brining out his rather pale skin. You had to admit he was.. handsome. You pushed yourself from the counter, placing your cup quickly to the side. „Good Afternoon!“ You said friendly, giving him a smile. „What can I get for you today?“ The man looked at you, his ice blue eyes resting on your face for a second before looking up to the menu that was hanging behind you. „What do you recommend..“, he looked back at you, reading the name tag on your black apron, „y/n“. He asked calmly, a small smirk appearing on his face. You didn’t know what it was that made your heart make a small jump. Maybe it was his voice, maybe the way he pronounced your name in his calm, almost daring manner. „Oh, uh..“, you stammered for a moment, „depending on what your preference is. With this heat I would recommend a cold brew with oat milk, it‘s really good and my favorite!“ you reassured him with a small, almost innocent smile. The black haired man smiled a bit before nodding. „Alright, I‘ll get that one then. I hope it is as good as you promised.“ He spoke before winking at you. It was almost like he knew his presence made you kinda nervous. „I won’t disappoint!“, you reassured him before typing in the order for him to pay. Determined to not letting him know that he had in fact an impact on your emotions you started to work on his coffee. His eyes rested on you, you could feel his gaze on your back. „Whats your name?“ You asked then, while finishing up his drink. „Loki“, he answered, „why?“. Loki tilted his head a bit. „Oh, you know, we always write the names of our costumers on the cup, so the orders don‘t get mixed up on busy days.“ You explained to him, taking the pen and holding on for a second, before writing something similar to his name down: ‚Lucky‘. „Here you go.“, you held the cup out to him with a grin. You wrote his name falsely on purpose, hoping to get a reaction from him or at least to irritate him a bit. Loki took his beverage with a small nod. Patiently you waited for a reaction. His blue eyes moved to the cup in his hands for a second before looking up again,„Have a pleasant day, y/n.“ He smirked. Without saying anything else, he left the store, leaving you irritated instead. This fucking guy, you thought to yourself, your heart still pounding.

He didn‘t come in in the next day or the day after that…

You fumbled around with a straw, lost in your thoughts and kinda upset the interaction with him a few days ago didn‘t go different. You could have asked him where he is from at least.. or for his phone number. No, you didn’t have the balls for something like that. A small sigh escaped your lips. Maybe he wouldn’t come back ever. „Are you alright?“, Sophia raised her brows, „you kinda look… pathetic.“ You snapped out of your mind before shaking your head. „Shut up Sophia, I‘m just having a few rough days.. or something.“, waving your hand a bit you signalized to her that you didn’t want to talk about it. It was stupid anyway. Did you really develop a crush on a stranger you didn’t know anything about within one small conversation? How old were you, 12? Sophia chuckled, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. „Alright, alright. I won‘t dig but you know, you can tell me if something is up.“, she looked at you with a small smile. „I‘ll see you tomorrow then.“, she added, taking off her apron. „Make sure to lock everything up when you close, okay?“. You nodded as a response. „Have a nice day, see you tomorrow!“, you said to her, putting on a smile. 

Around 20 minutes passed until the door opened again, Loki entered the store confidently and walked up to you at the counter: „Good afternoon.“ You were obviously surprised to see him. „Good Afternoon!“, you answered, trying to hide the excitement that was building up. „Did you enjoy the cold brew?“, you managed to say. „I actually did.“, he took his wallet out of his pocket, „in fact, I would like to have another one of those.“ You smiled a bit. „Right away~!“, without further of do you started preparing the coffee for him. „Are you from this area?“, you managed to ask him, glancing over to him while you took the ice out of the freezer. Loki nodded,“I just moved here for work.“, he replied while watching you. „Have you been working here for long?“, he continues then. „Not really, unless you consider a year long.“, you replied with a small giggle. „A year is not long, at least not for me.“,  he answered with a smirk. You just smiled a bit awkwardly, finishing up and taking the pen, glancing over to him for a split second before writing down something similar to his name: ‚Lowkey‘. „Here you go, Loki.“, you handed him his drink, awaiting once more, any kind of reaction from him. Loki took his drink, immediately looking at the cup before furrowing his brows a bit. „Thank you…  Have a nice day, y/n“, he finally said looking at you with a grin before leaving the shop. You raised a brow while you watched him exiting the door. It was a small reaction but at least it was something.

This game continued for a few days, every time the god of mischief ordered a coffee from you, you misspelled his name purposely. You were slowly running out of ideas. Lucky, Lowkey, Loco, Lolli, Lockey, god damn you even wrote Lockhart on his cup one time. The only reaction you seemed to get from him was a furrowing of brows followed by a smirk that almost made you blush. You decided to give up on your stupid joke.

Another few days passed and you were by yourself again the next time he came in. The small bell above the door rung announcing the costumer. „Morning.“, you said almost a bit nervous looking at Loki. He was once again wearing a suit that framed his body perfectly. God, how could a person be this perfect?

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined. 

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners. 

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast. 

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles. 

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun. 

No, you thought. No. Not him. 

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk. 

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body. 

“You okay?” Bruce asked. 

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours. 

But now, it took everything in you not to scream. 

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness. 

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone. 

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. 

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask. 

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue. 

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face. 

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door. 

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time. 

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid. 

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face. 

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white. 

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do. 

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine. 

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge. 

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable. 

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away. 

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate. 

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose. 

“A human,” he said with distaste. 

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him. 

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust. 

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists. 

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him. 

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold. 

Something about drawing him eased you. Maybe his immaculate silence. His impenetrable stillness. His hands soothing the page whenever he flipped it. 

He was addicting to watch. You drew the shadows along his neck, the ones cast by the sun along his hands. The smoothness of his cheeks and the dark, regal green of his coat.

You must have been too immersed in your work to register any noise because the next thing you knew, when you looked up, was Loki sitting straight as a rod, the book folded in his lap, staring at you.

“May I help you?” he asked, pointedly staring at the sketchbook in your hands.

“Um.”

He got up, so quick and so smooth, his coat not even making a ruffling noise. He walked towards you, carefully, and when he reached you, he gestured his chin down at the sketchbook that you now held against your chest. “What have we here?” he asked. 

You blushed. “Nothing, just the window.” You gulped when you saw his eyes squint.

“Somehow, I highly doubt that,” he responded. “I’m not an idiot and I’m certainly not anyone’s muse. At least, not for free.”

At that, you blushed even deeper.

“Hand it over, now,” the prince ordered. 

With shaking hands, you bent the sketchbook back and into Loki’s hands.

You saw the moment he recognized himself, his eyes going slightly rounder. He scanned the page, noticing every detail, every shadow, every aspect of himself. You doubted anyone had drew him so utterly accurate before. 

He swallowed slowly. “This is...” he fumbled, pink crawling onto his cheeks. “That is me.”

“Yes.” You felt dumb, just sitting there. 

“I’m... uh...” he backed up, and for a second, you were scared he’d run away with your work. “Um, no one has ever... drawn me this way.”

Your mouth twitched to one side. “Well, I’ve had time.”

Loki’s eyes met yours. “You’ve drawn me before?”

“No!” You sat up straighter. “I mean, now, I’ve been here for hours just... drawing you.”

Loki’s cheeks went so pink it was adorable and he swallowed hard. 

“I’m not a creep,” you assured him. “I come here a lot, to draw. And then, you were just there. You have amazing lines.”

“Lines?”

“Yeah, it’s ... it’s an art thing.”

Loki nodded slowly. “Can I... can I take this?” he asked.

Your brows raised in surprise. “Yeah, of course.”

Loki carefully ripped the page from the sketchbook. Then he looked down at you and smiled, flustered. “I’ll be here again tomorrow, if ever... if ever you need inspiration again.” Then he turned and left the common room, yours eyes trailing after him.

But Bruce ignored you. “Or did you let me believe you were finally getting better, getting by, getting over this asshole by yourself?” He licked his lips. “Did you ever think about telling me that my constant fussing over my sister was for nothing? Maybe telling me my hours spent searching the cosmos for any signs of him for your safety was for nothing?”

Bruce took a breath, his eyes big and glistening in the afternoon sun. He threw his arms wide. “I hate doing this to you,” he whispered, eyes cast to the broken cement at your feet. He reached into his pocket.

You saw Loki move at your side, saw the flinch in your brother’s eyes. 

“No!”

As you moved in front of Loki, one hand extended to push his chest, you reached out and smacked the phone from Bruce’s hands. 

“No!”

You pointed at both of them, caught between them, your bags discarded on the ground. 

“Stop this!”

Bruce looked at his cracked phone now on the ground. Loki seethed beside you, staring down at you with wild green eyes. 

You were breathing hard, barely hearing yourself over the roar of blood in your ears. “I can’t lose you both.” 

Bruce snapped his eyes back to yours. 

“Either you call the Avengers and they kill the man I love,” you said, voice rough, swallowing against the lump in your throat. “Or I watch as the man I love kills my brother. Do you not understand how both is going to hurt me in the end?”

There was a rattle of wind to disturb the silence, but otherwise, both men just stared at you. 

“I’m tired of living by your rules, Bruce,” you mumbled, watching his mouth turn into a thin line. “I can’t have my brother telling me who I can and cannot be with. If you don’t trust him... trust me,” you begged. 

“And you,” you said, turning to face Loki. He was staring down at you, but his eyes were soft, glinting in the light. “Don’t cut me off from my brother. Don’t try and kill any of the Avengers. Just ... just be with me, please.”

There was only silence. 

A few cars honked in the distance.

You lowered your head, feeling the wind caress your warm cheeks. You were tired, slumping your shoulders. The world had seemed to titillate on your shoulders. Either Loki. Either Bruce. No possible way to stay in between. 

It was not a life you wanted. 

“Okay.”

You turned your head towards your brother, frowning. He bent down to pick up his phone, dusting it slowly. He looked up the street, then back. “I won’t tell them about this,” he said. “They won’t know my sister ran away with a prince that is supposed to be dead.”

It was numb, but the feeling that invaded your stomach could have been happiness. 

There was a small smile tugging at the edge of Bruce’s lips. “I don’t want you to be unhappy,” he whispered. “And I do trust you, baby sis.”

You swallowed. “Thank you, Bruce.”

He nodded with a smile, then turned his attention to Loki. “If she is harmed in any way, there is no where in the universe you will be able to hide, little prince.”

You felt Loki stiffen against you, but then the God of Mischief nodded curtly once. “You have my word,” Loki said. 

Then something amazing happened. Something you’d never thought possible. 

Loki reached out with his hand, palm open. Bruce took a step forward and shook it. The two most important men in your life shook hands in front of you, the city life loud and fast around the three of you. It felt unreal. It felt like looking through a lens.

Your sped against your breastbone, throbbing in your throat. Tears began to gather in your eyes, threatening to spill. 

You sniffed, catching both men’s attention.

“I won’t lie to you, Y/N,” Bruce said, taking his hand back. “I won’t be able to contact you for a very long time. But when I’ll get the chance, I will do everything in my power to talk with you.”

Then he looked up at Loki. 

The latter rose his brows. “I’ll keep all contact open for you.”

Bruce nodded curtly. “And I’ll do what I can to slow them down.” He turned to you, locking gazes. “I won’t let them find you.”

You took a step forward, feeling your tears spill hot over your cheeks. “Thank you, Bruce.” Your voice was but a rasp.

Bruce gulped, fighting tears. “You’ll be happy?”

You nodded.

“And you won’t be in danger?”

You looked up at Loki and smiled. “No. Never.”

Bruce pulled you into a tight hug, your nose in the crook of his shoulder. You could smell him, feel the warmth of him with your cheek against his neck. 

You sobbed quietly in his shoulder.

“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered, tightening his hold before stepping away. He wiped his eyes, looked at Loki. “Take care of her.”

You watched as your brother left, his figure becoming blurred and disappearing into the throng of the city.

Loki’s hands came on your shoulders. “You ready?” Loki whispered in your ear.

The hurt that had resided in between your ribs ever since Loki had come back and you’d had to deceive your brother and lie to him, was quickly replaced by a longing, wild fire. 

You sniffed, turning to face your soulmate. When your eyes locked onto his, he smiled bright and broad. “There’s my princess,” he whispered, kissing you tenderly on the forehead. 

You balled your hand in his shirt. “Okay,” you murmured. “We should go.”

Loki took one of your hands in his and interlocked your fingers. “Ready?” he asked.

You looked up at him, met his dazzling green gaze, and smiled. “Ready.”

You didn’t wait for an answer. You got dressed in a green hoodie and black jeans, pulling your hair into a ponytail. 

Your phone dinged.

Do you prefer we talk here?

Oh so Loki had an iPhone. Texting in blue texts and all. 

You debated answering, wondering if it would just spur his insanity. You left your phone in your room, deciding that it would only be a distraction. 

You went down to the kitchen, eating breakfast alone, enjoying some peace before the storm. 

And here it came.

Bruce came barreling through the dining room, eyes round, wide, fear written clear on his features. 

“Loki called you last night!?”he exclaimed, leaning over hands on the table.

That was quick. “The line’s tapped,” you answered, fighting a blush, gulping down the last of your cereal. “And he didn’t say anything about where he was or whatever.”

Bruce sighed, hanging his head. “Did you do what Nat and Steve trained you for?”

You shrugged. “He saw me coming.”

“That was to be expected.”

You struggled with the lump in your throat, fighting the want to go to Bruce and wrap your hands around his shoulders. Tell him everything would be fine. That Loki would never get you. 

But you weren’t so sure about that. 

Instead, you sighed, playing with the last Cheerio floating in the milk. “Bruce,” you began, biting the inside of your cheek. “How - how am I going to do this?”

He looked at you, all that older brother worry written clear on his face. “It’ll be fine,” he said, covering his hand with yours. “We’ll all be there to back you up. He won’t hurt you.”

It came out all in a rush. “But that’s not what I mean. What am I going to do about the fact that he’s my fucking soulmate?” You heaved, fighting tears brimming in your eyes. 

Bruce stood there silently, then took a seat, dusting off imaginary dust from his dark blue t-shirt. “Y/N,” he started, voice low, serious. “The soulmate bond is... the research proves that it’s mostly based off the animal instinct to provide better genes to your progeniture.”

You frowned. “Ew.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s what the science says,” he chuckled, trying to hide the reddening of his cheeks. “And I know that there are stories out there about people finding their mates and it all goes well, but sometimes, it doesn’t. Nature gave you the most perfect match for yourself, but evolutionarily based, it’s all about babies.” 

“Oh my God, Bruce, stop being so gross.” You played with your cereal, fighting your blush. You didn’t want to imagine yourself making babies with Loki because then, that’d be all you thought about. You didn’t want to go there. 

“My point is, little sis,” he continued, tone soft. “You don’t have to fall in love with him. You don’t have to do anything. Trust me. You can get over the bond.”

Nat had told you that you simply got used to the emptiness. Wouldn’t that make you... miserable?

There was a burning in your chest, spreading slowly like melting butter down your limbs. It was longing. 

Bruce got up without a word and left you to your one-Cheerio bowl and coffee. You stared out the window, at the greying sky, the rising sun, the freedom of the world beyond the trappings of the Avenger’s compound. 

Nothing kept you, really, from leaving. There was no law keeping you here. You could actually walk out and find Loki. You weren’t the criminal. 

He was. He was a war criminal. A psychopath. A mass murderer. You could leave here, go find him, tell him you’d stay by his side, but at what cost? Losing your family? Your friends? A normal life? It’s not like Loki would play the good boyfriend and bring you coffee at work. He’d burn the place down for a stupid reason like they didn’t give you enough vacation days. 

All this thinking had you boiling at barely nine in the morning. 

And the one person you wanted right now was Loki.

You cleaned up your dishes methodically, then rushed back upstairs to your room. The sun was now out and shining through your windows, and you used the light to gather a few items into a bag. There was no one in the hallway, which gave you all the peace you needed. Most of the Avengers were out dealing with whatever Loki had unleashed on the city, and the other half, like Nat and Bruce, were downstairs in the computer lab.

You grabbed a baseball cap and loosed out your ponytail. You grabbed your phone. Heart pounding, knowing you must have less than fifteen minutes before you were found, you sent a quick text.

Number. Now.

It took a few seconds until a reply came in. It was a phone number. You quickly scribbled it on the back of your hand, deleted the messages - even though you knew it was futile - and left the phone on the bed.

Something wild was stirring in your chest, something akin to adrenaline. Your blood roared as you leaped out of your room, quietly down the hall, down the stairs, hands trembling as you exited the front door. 

If only Nat and Bruce were here, it could give you a head start. 

You slid into the garage through the side door and took the keys to the Jeep. It was a thirty minute ride to the city, and you were not about to take the Maserati.

You slid into the Jeep, breathing erratic, and threw your bag into the passenger seat. The second the garage doors were open, you sped out. 

The Jeep wasn’t the most fast car, but it took you the edge of the property in a matter of seconds. You’d never driven like that before; wild and fast, but you had to get away as fast as possible. The country turned into the suburbs, blurring by you, but you only had eyes for the distant, gleaming horizon of New York city. 

You kept looking in the rearview mirror, but no one was tailing. A frantic tremble had begun in your fingers, urging you to press just a little more on the gas pedal. 

When the city began to manifest itself, molding out from the horizon, you ditched the Jeep by the side of the road. You left it visible enough and grabbed your bag, hitching it on your shoulders. Leaving off at a small jog, you left behind not only the Jeep but also the life you could have had if you’d never met Loki. 

There was a tenacious voice reminding you that Bruce would suffer from this. 

But the pull in your belly, deep within your chest, was calling you elsewhere.

You made it through the back streets of the city, slowing your pace to a walk. By now, Nat and Bruce would have noticed you gone. They would have seen the message you’d sent to Loki and his response. Maybe they’d try contacting that number, but you knew for a fact, Bruce would be in a car on his way here. The Jeep definitely had a tracker. 

You went into a Deli Meats, catching your breath in the doorway, your heart hammering vehemently in your chest. 

You asked to borrow the phone and they had a fucking honors system so you bought a sandwich and dumped it in your bag. No appetite. 

The phone only rang once before he answered.

“Where are you?”

“I’m in New York,” you answered, breathlessly.

“Have you been running?”

“Obviously.”

There was rustling on the other side of the phone. “They know you’ve left,” he said. “They’ve tried tracking this number.”

“And did they succeed?” you asked, heart in your throat. 

“No.” He inhaled sharply. “I want to trust you, y/n,” he mumbled. 

“Then come and get me,” you replied, your mouth dry, your heart hammering. “I’ll meet you wherever.”

He laughed, more like a hum than a chuckle. “Okay.”

He gave you an address on the other side of town, and told you not to call a taxi or an uber. He said if you made it there on foot, without any intervention by either the Avengers or your brother, he’d know they hadn’t found you. Or that you weren’t being followed. He had eyes everywhere. 

You thanked the clerk and left in a hurry, mentally replaying Loki’s instructions on the directions. Just the sound of his voice had been a relief, like taking a long, deep breath after being under water for so long. 

Something sharp had lifted from your ribs, where there’d been an imaginary knife twisting. 

The day had warmed, the city had awakened, and there was no way to identify you within the crowds moving steadily. You kept your eyes to the ground, the cap low on your brow, your hair around your face. 

The address Loki had given you was a subway’s sandwich, squeezed between a Moroccan restaurant and a hair salon. You frowned. Was this the right address? It was closed, the sign hanging in the door, the lights off in the store. 

You pulled on the door slightly, and it opened, your heart leaping as a wind of fresh air swept against your hot cheeks. 

Stepping inside, the eerie silence greeted you. No one was there. Only silence and the dark store. A fridge where they kept the cold drinks hummed, the blue light beckoning. You went to it, ripping it open wildly and grabbing a water bottle. As you chugged it, you pulled a rolled dollar from your pocket and put it on the register.

“No need for that.”

You jumped, spilling water all over your green hoodie. With a curse, you set the bottle on the counter and grabbed for the napkins. 

“I’ve got it.”

He was close now, and you could smell pinewood, your senses invaded by him. You looked up. He smiled, his lips pulling gently at the corners. Your heart was hammering wildly, but you swallowed, looking down at him as he looked down at you. He wore the same all-black ensemble as two weeks ago, his short raven locks pulled neatly behind his ears.

He was a specimen. 

His hands, which you swore were previously empty, came up with a green t-shirt. “More fit for the current weather,” he said with a quirk of his brow. 

You licked your lips, carefully reaching for the garment, fingers grazing his. A short shock slithered through your arm. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled, feeling heat crawl into your cheeks. 

You motioned for him to turn around, and with a roll of his eyes, he did. You quickly changed, discarding your hoodie in the trash. Once you were done, he turned and took one good look at you.

“Wow,” he said, making your heart sputter back to life. 

“So, what now?” you asked, both to dispel Loki’s current fixation and to actually know what was the plan. 

He straightened. “I have to get you out of the city.”

“Okay,” you breathed. “Where?”

But he didn’t have time to answer. Something came crashing through the front windows, loudly, sending a million little shards of glass flying. As quick as lightening, Loki came rushing to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, shielding you from the tiny little projectiles. 

You felt the heat of him, the pressure of his arms, his front against yours, your cheek against his chest. You smelled him everywhere. You sensed him on every inch of yourself. He invaded your senses, and for a brief instant, that nagging pull in your belly ceased. 

And as quickly as he came, he vanished. When you opened your eyes, fingers trembling, the smell of him clinging to you, he had changed his attire. The illusion previously placed on him, the one of the elegant man dressed in all black, had made way for the God. 

Long, golden horned-helmet on his head. The same green and gold breast plate, the black trousers. And in his hand, a golden staff, the tip gleaming menacingly, a blue light hovering within it’s extremity. 

Standing before you both, on the glittering pieces of the broken window, was Thor and Tony. The former stood in the light of day, his hammer raised, light gleaming off of it threateningly. Tony stood, arm erect, suit gleaming red in the mid-morning sun. 

“Nice work, kiddo,” he said, the helmet coming undone, revealing his face; stricken with fear and concentration.

Loki turned a glare on you, eyes dark, and your insides burned. Tony was making it look like you had a hand in this. That you’d betrayed Loki.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Loki took one step towards you and grabbed your wrist.

Thor roared something like, “Loki no!” But Loki was faster. Quicker than Tony’s blast you heard charging, quicker than Thor’s hammer. In a flash, the tip of Loki’s staff glowed a clear, crystal blue, and your entire world vanished to black.

SO, WHO’S EXCITED FOR PART SEVEN???