#starktower

It was a bit of a shock to everyone that his appearance just changed overnight.

Caitlin is doing a survey to ensure everything is functioning correctly. You take notice of the cautious way she moves around him. You can’t exactly blame her.

“Everything seems to be fine.”

She says softly. Making her notes, she steps away from him. Eobard rolls his shoulder, pulling on his jacket.

“So what is on the agenda today. More villains to catch.”

Cisco holds back a laugh, sipping at his tea.

“I think you had enough action yesterday. Don’t leave Star Labs.” From Barry’s tone, it isn’t a request.

“Don’t get cocky.” Eobard taunts. Barry looks like he’s about to react, and you step between them, glaring at Eobard.

“Why are you trying to pick a fight?”

He looks down at you, and there’s that irritated look again. After you left the room, he’d been acting especially moody, and you aren’t sure why. It makes you a bit concerned.

“Eobard, Is something wrong with you?” You reach for him, but he speeds backward, out of your reach.

“I’m not some puppet. I agreed to comply, nothing more.” He runs out, and your eyes grow wide. Barry chases after him, and now everyone is in a panic.

“Barry!”

You call out to him, because this feels so sudden. You’d been so sure that he was changing. Caitlin rushes to track their whereabouts. They’re just running around the city.

“Barry take a right, you can cut him off at the bridge." So he does, and you follow, leaving Caitlin and Cisco in the cortex.

Speeding through the streets, you feel a sense of dread. When you catch sight of Barry, you follow eagerly. He makes an abrupt stop, and so do you. Eobard is standing on the other side of the bridge.

“Thawne!”

Barry’s voice is filled with rage.

“Still too slow Flash.”

Eobard is right in front of him in a matter of seconds, and he throws a punch, Barry retaliates, throwing his own. You feel a bit frozen. Their hits go back and forth, and the pain in your chest is so much stronger now.

“Please stop..”

You take a step forward, and you feel like crying, but you bite your lip. Once again you’re on the sidelines. Watching this unfold. Once again you’re useless in the face of a dangerous situation.

“Why are you doing this!” You scream.

Eobard halts his attacks, standing at a distance. Barry pauses, fist still clenched.

“The only reason you did this is because of some vision of the future. You played me.”

You can’t offer any denial.

“How did you..”

“This body, when I returned, I started getting those visions. The same ones you must have been getting for weeks. Yet you said nothing.”

He has a right to be angry. You know that. You should have been honest from the start. But you wanted to help him, so you convinced yourself you were protecting him. But you were selfishly protecting yourself.

“Were you trying to make a point? Betrayal is a cycle. Well I hope you realize I got the message. I’m a monster. That won’t change. I’ll become the monster I’ve always been destined to be. Death is the only end, I’ve already accepted that."

He looks like he’s about to run off and do who knows what. Possibly disappear from your life.

Forever.

You bolt over, grabbing his arm. He looks astonished that you’d even made a move.

“You’re not a monster.”

Not anymore.

You’re crying, it’s impossible to hold back now. Just the thought of him leaving has a pit forming in his stomach.

“It isn’t fair.”

He thinks.

You know he won’t be able to stay resolute when you look at him like that.

“I know I lied, but my feelings aren't some product of a vision. Maybe it did start out that way but I..” You sob.

“I do care about you Eobard. I think you can be good if you try hard enough, y-you don’t have to be a monster. You can change.”

He wants to believe it, more than anything.

“Do you love me?”

At this point, everyone else can just listen. Barry has to say that he wonders the same. From the beginning, you were more open to him than any of them. He told himself it was because you hadn’t been exposed to him the way they were. But that wasn’t truly it. He could see it now, every time you looked at him, defended him.

“I do.”

There was no hesitation, or doubt.

Eobard turns to you.

“Tell me.”

“I love you! Eobard I love you!!” Your eyes are shut as you scream it. You need to get it out.

“I love you so please don’t-” He pulls you into his chest. Your eyes open, and you’re a bit stunned.

“If you can love someone like me, then I suppose it's possible for me to become something better.”

Tony created a floor in the Avengers section of Stark Tower, specifically for helping with nightmares. Any Avenger can go there at any time. There are numerous facilities, including a kitchen, cinema room, and a room filled with sofas and beanbags, etc. Calming music is played all across the floor.

FRIDAY also has a function that allows her to tell a persons emotional well-being, and, depending on her evaluation, she can decide whether or not to call that persons emergency contact.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tony Stark Word count: 383 This is the shortest thing I have ever written Tony was in his office at Stark tower, surrounded with paperwork he was saying he will do for the past month. He heard the sound of a knock and looked over the pile of documents. “You can come in” he said, making sure the person on the other side of the door heard him. “Hello, Mr. Stark” the girl greeted as she walked in. “Hi, Sydney. What brings you here today?” Tony asked and moved the pile aside. “The R&D lab director told me to bring you this files” she handed him a folder. “Thank you” the man put it on top of the pile. He opened the one he was working on again but he looked back up when he realised Sydney was still there. “Yes?” “Can I asked you something, Mr. Stark?” “Of course, shoot” “Will you go out with me?” she proposed. Tony looked up and sighed. “Look, Sydney, you’re amazing young woman but, no, I won’t go out with you” he explained. “Can I at least know why?” Tony nodded. He opened one of the drawers of his desk and took out a framed picture. He handed it to the girl and she took it, observing it. “Who’s that?” Sydney asked. “My husband. We’ve been married for two years” Tony said. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, I didn’t know you were married” the girl apologiesed. “I didn’t expected you to know, it’s secret. And I expect you to not tell anyone, please” “Of course, Mr. Stark” she put the picture back on the desk. Just then the door opened and they both looked over. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something important?” the young man asked. “No, you’re not. I was just giving Mr. Stark some more documents to work on” Sydney responded, recognizing him from the picture. “Okay” “Goodbye, Mr. Stark. And sorry again” she said. “Bye, Sydney” the girl walked out and Peter went to Tony. “What was she sorry about?” Peter asked. “She asked me out. But then I told her I’m married with you” Peter giggled. “This is the third time this month” he recalled. “I know, but I would never say yes to any of them because I have you,” he pulled Peter forwards in his lap and kissed him, “my gorgeous husband”

( LokiXreaderXthor )

Keeping to yourself as you walked to the source of the screams, you walked into the training room to find a pinned down loki with thor on top. The god of mischief seemed to be laughing and there was only one thing that could be happening. Thor was tickling him.

You always enjoyed watching the brothers play fight, mostly because it made you smile seeing them get along. Walking over, you bent down beside laufeyson. ¨awe you enjoying this?¨ that comment earned a wicked glare from the god, followed by intense high pitched laughter.

Thor had his younger brother pinned, having placed his hammer on top of Loki's open palms to keep him held down, he scribbled his fingers over his younger brother's torso. Poking and prodding at his hips, and wiggles his fingers behind the tricksters ears.

Loki having been extremely sensitive absolutely lost his mind. He was cackling and squealing, occasionally he would have a tiny snort slip through his mouth. Ever since he was a boy he constantly would get teased for being so sensitive. But luckily for him. Thor did not know his one true weak spot. But you did.

¨what's the matter brother? What's so funny?¨ Thor spoke, acting confused. He leaned down and blew raspberries on Loki's ribs, Thor's beard only made it tickle worse, the tingling feeling shooting up his back causing him to arch violently before falling back down. Tears pricking at the tricksters eyes.

You being the playful trickster you were had decided you wanted a go at this. And with laufeyson being trapped under thor's hammer, he was completely at your mercy. You stared into the tricksters eyes teasingly, lifting the green dress shirt the god was wearing so all of his stomach showed.

Thor looked confused as to what you were doing but he learned as a kid to not interfere when you had a plan. Loki on the other hand, he was all kinds of scared, confused, and nervous. ¨y/n. I'll give you whatever you want! You know I can make a puppy appear! I can make it snow! I can even scare stark!!¨”the gods' pleas were not reaching your ears. You looked down at loki and had smirked.

Slowly swirling your finger around the outside of his belly button, earning you a set of rapid giggles. You continued this process for at least 10 seconds before bam. You harshly dug your finger into the god's belly button. ¨awe is someone a bit to ticklish here?”

Loki's screams echoed off the halls, the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed out as well. He shook his head back and forth and his laughs were like a sweet symphony to the ears.

¨NAHAHAHAHAHAH- P-PLEASEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! NOHOHOHO DONHOHOHONT!!!¨ the god managed to say before he went back into a fit of laughter.

¨No? Hm… dont what?¨ you said and you would honestly be surprised if you managed to trick the trickster into saying what you were hoping he would say. Thor watched from the background. He decided that his brother could do well on his own so he called his hammer and slowly left the room. Shutting the doors behind him so you two had privacy.

¨DOHOHONT TICKLE MEhEhEHE!!¨ Loki screamed out before his laughter went silent and curled up in a ball as soon as Thor lifted his hammer. You feeling bad for him, eased up and got off of the god.

¨sorry heh….i could not help but go for your weakness-¨ in a matter of seconds the god of mischief had you in his lap and kissing you!

¨don't worry darling….as long as you tickle me. I'll just keep kissing you.¨ the trickster said as he panted, his face being red from laughing so hard.

Summary: You mess up on a mission, you misunderstand their silent treatment and hide away in your room for weeks, until one day. Warnings: language, angst, shitty writing, bad summary and that's about it :) Word count: 1,700 A/N: There's gonna be a part 2 for this! With a fluffy ending, because too much angst gives me a headache. Hope you enjoy this little one shot.

@undertheshepherdswings

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With Tony, the party is never just dinner. You would have been overjoyed, if not for Loki's constant teasings.

At some point you have all gravitated to the living room. Tony is telling a story, Sam and Bucky are doing a push up competition. Natasha is flirting with Bruce who's doing a pretty bad job at controlling his flustered expression.

Thor, well he's chugging drinks with Steve who honestly you thought would be more responsible. Pretty much everyone is wasted in one way or the other. Except for you and Loki of course, which is why you're struggling to keep it together. If you had a few more drinks in you, it was guaranteed you wouldn't be in your current predicament.

"L-Loki!"

Your plan was to get some much needed alcohol, but Loki had you cornered in the kitchen.

"Running away from me, were you?"

"O-Of course not!" you shake your head in denial, but that's exactly what you were doing.

His hands smoothen against the counter top, leaning a bit closer.

"S-Stop messing around, you know how Tony gets"

The last thing you want is him spreading rumors that you were getting it on in his kitchen. Loki doesn't move, he's just wearing that smirk. You glare. Why was he testing you like this?

Screw it.

You grab the lapels of his shirt, yanking him forward. Loki is shocked, but he reciprocates the second your lips make contact. The kiss is frantic, hungry. Your hands rush over his shoulder, then slide down, settling on his back as you pull at his suit, titling your head to deepen the kiss.

Loki isn't doing much better than you. He eagerly responds, hands no longer braced on the counter. You don't want to separate, but Loki pulls back, and your brows knit in frustration, panting heavily.

"My room.." He whispers.

He takes your hand and you follow obediently. You barely process your friends causing a ruckus as you pass, your eyes are glued to Loki's strong form.

When he gets closer, his gait slows, clenching your hand just a bit tighter. The second you're at the front door, it opens almost on it's own, but you know better. That's definitely Loki's doing. It shuts the moment you're inside. He turns you slowly, and this kiss is less hurried compared to the first. It's somewhat of a peck, because he retracts, just to look at you. The back of his hands glide down your bare shoulder, and in the dimly lit room, the glow your iris gives off is prominent. Loki smiles and you shut your eyes with a blush.

"S-Sorry..'"

"You have nothing to apologize for. "

"Loki I.."

He can tell that you're nervous.

"I-It's not that I'm a virgin or anything. I-It's just been a really long time since I've been with anyone this way and I just.."

"You don't have to explain yourself." 

That look in his eyes is so gentle, it makes you so warm. Protected, loved. Your lips reconnect, and you slowly unbutton his shirt, pushing the jacket off his shoulders. He removes it, dropping both his tie and jacket to the floor. You separate to pull off your heels, and Loki just snaps his fingers. Your mouth falls open, because now he's in nothing but his briefs.

"T-That's not fair!" you complain. Loki is grinning.

"If you needed some help, all you had to do was ask. "

You huff at him with a small pout, turning so he can help you zip down your dress. You expect him to be just as impatient as you, but he takes his time. Sliding it down so painfully slowly. He gives your shoulder a kiss, and it just adds to the heat pooling between your thighs. The dress falls at your feet, and you turn to him. There's a small need to cover yourself. It's been years since you've allowed yourself any sense of vulnerability. Both physically and emotionally. The look he gives you, that's what reassures you. He understands, more than anyone he does.

"I love you (Y/N)." 

There is absolutely no way you would ever get tired of hearing him say that.

"I love you too, frost titan."

He laughs, and you jump into his arms, kissing him with merit. Loki returns it, letting out little laughs in between as he backs you both up to the bed. Your bodies flop onto the mattress, laughing the entire way down. He's leaving kisses all over your face and you giggle.

"I could really get used to this."

His kisses have moved to your neck, and your fingers slide into his hair, sighing.

"What I want is you."

You barely got much sleep that night. Loki had pressed a kiss to your cheek and told you goodnight, wearing a proud smile as he left. It was a miracle you were able to even go to sleep after that. Exiting your bedroom, you yawn, moving to the kitchen.

"Good morning Ms. Godfrey." You jumped, raising your hands defensively. You couldn't have imagined that monotone female voice right.

What the fudge...

"I apologize for scaring you, my name is F.R.I.D.A.Y. I was told to assist you in any way I can while the avengers are away. "

"Friday... No way are you an AI?"

"That is correct."

Woah, Tony really was a genius.

"Is there anything I can do for you Ms. Godfrey?"

"No, I'm fine right now. Thank you."

"Of course." You just continue your trip to the kitchen. As you do you spot Loki spinning one of his daggers in his hand. He stopped the minute he saw you.

"Good morning." He greets. You blush, nodding. 

"G-Good morning." 

There goes your plan to act normal.

"(Y/N), I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable. "

"I-I'm not uncomfortable. Just a bit surprised I guess. "

With what he's already said, you still find it a bit hard to believe.

"Frankly I'm shocked that you've even entertained my request. You're remarkably beautiful, among other things."

How do you keep a straight face when he says stuff like that?

"You're adorable when you blush (Y/N)."

"Damn it, Loki, stop it!"

"Stop what?" He knew what he was doing.

"Ms. Godfrey is Mr. Laufeyson being a bother?" Loki looks around at the voice.

"Freaked me out too. It's fine, F.R.I.D.A.Y. I'm okay."

"I don't appreciate your ease in assuring that. Stark really is a pest." Loki is grumbling.

" Even when they are away they barely trust me. "

"Don't take it personally, juice?" You hold out the carton with a smile.

You're actually glad it's just the two of you. There is still so much you don't know about Loki. He knows way too much about you. You take a seat, leaning your hands on the counter.

"Loki, if you and Thor aren't related by blood, then does that make you another breed? Aside from a god I mean." He can tell you're quite intrigued, and as much as talking about his past wasn't his favorite activity, with you, it's different.

"I'm originally from a place called Jotunheim. It's where my race lives. A frozen barren realm. Frost giants. That's what I am. I'm a frost giant. "

"A what?" The lost expression on your face is priceless.

"A frost giant." He repeats.

"Damn, so you're a god, sorcerer and a frost titan. "

"Giant." He corrects.

"Same thing."

That was a lot though. And you thought you were having an identity crisis.

"Why do you always got to upstage everyone." you mutter.

"What," 

He chuckles at your little pout. You seem to be taking it well, but he has a feeling that if he were to show you his true form, that look of interest would change to fear or even disgust. He contemplates for a while. With a closed fist, he does his best to act like he's not completely terrified you're gonna sprint the second you see that part of him. Taking a slow breath, you see the change instantly. The blue starts at the tips of his fingers, traveling all throughout his skin. He doesn't make an effort to truly look at you.

"Holy shit!!"

This is what he was afraid of.

"You're like a freaking avatar man!!" His brows knit.

"Not quite the reaction I was expecting." He voiced. Moving around the counter, he steps closer, but you don't flinch or try to move away. You lean in, admiring the marks on his face, along his arms.

"You aren't afraid of me?"

You don't even acknowledge his words, too invested in the lines and markings. You want to reach out to trace the patterns, but you stop yourself. The v- neck t-shirt allows you better access and vision that trails down under the material. He lifts his arm for you, and your mouth opens slightly in awe. It's prominent on his limbs too.

"You really are something.." 

It's a musing to yourself, and Loki's ruby orbs revel in every reaction you give. You can't restrain your curiosity any longer. Reaching out, you link your fingers with his outstretched hand. He's not sure what to do, so he curls his fingers down. Your hands interlocked, you finally meet his eyes. You hadn't even noticed that his irises changed as well.

"Woah.."

"What?" Loki whispers.

"Your eyes are red."

"I'm aware."

There's so much you can see on his face. Loki has this way of just letting you see all of him whenever the two of you talk. If any of the other avengers had asked about his past, you knew it would have gained a sarcastic or aggressive response. With you, he tries to be as transparent as possible, because regardless of what the rest of them think, as long as you trusted him, he didn't care.

"Loki." He blinks back into reality.

"Yes?"

"You're beautiful."

Beautiful, not commonly a word associated with him. Not at all a word that's been used to describe him. But that glimmer, that shine that you give off as you conveyed it to him, he believes every word.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Frost titan." He just smiles, shaking his head.

"Mortal." He counters, earning a giggle in return.