The Babysitting Job- Loki x Reader story

Chapter 12

Y/n's POV:

The next morning, we have a bittersweet goodbye and Thor leaves with the rest of the Avengers.

I turn and shut the door, trying to swallow the immediate jealousy I have. Loki immediately walks to his room and doesn't come out until lunch, which I'm completely fine with. I need some alone time to gather my thoughts.

I clean the house which is much more messier from all of the time I wasn't here. After that, I knock on Loki's door. He opens the door and looks like he just woke up.

"What do you want?" He asks.
"I need to run a few errands. Will you promise me, for the sake of your brother, that you won't escape?" He rolls his eyes but puts a hand to his heart.
"I promise that I won't leave for the sake of your boyfriend." I clench my fists and he shuts the door in my face.

What is wrong with him? He was so cocky and arrogant a few days ago and now he is completely ignoring my existence.

Two can play that game. I open the door back up and grab the key that is on the dresser. He raises his eyebrows.
"You really don't trust me enough to keep my door unlocked?" I shake my head.
"I mean, from all of the times you've tried to kill me, can you blame me?" He groans in frustration and I lock the door. He wasn't ever going to get out even if I didn't lock the door. Why does that bother me so much?

After I leave, I go to the grocery store and get food for the week. I take some old clothes to a donation store and then head home. Once I get there, it's oddly quiet. I unload the groceries and unlock the door for Loki in case he wants to get out. I sigh. It's too quiet for me.

I decide to sit at my piano and begin to play. My piano is one of the only things that kept me going after Hydra. I play (your favorite song). The piano is slightly out of tune but I still play it the best I can. I get wrapped in the music like a warm blanket. Something about knowing that I'm producing this beautiful melody makes me drawn to keep playing.

I'm so wrapped up in the music that I don't hear him open his door. I could feel him watching me, but that didn't bother me. Once I was done, breathless from the joy it made me feel, I turned. Loki was standing there, looking at me with a look I had never seen before. He seemed to snap out of it and clapped for me. I rolled my eyes. "Finally decided to get out of bed?" He ignored my comment. "I didn't know you could play like that." He said. He was pissing me off. "Oh shut up." I stood away from the piano. It was a mistake to play it while he was here. "No really, I'm serious, you could really make a living doing that." He said. I looked down at my hands. "Well, after I was captured, I didn't really have more than two career paths. To become a villain like yourself or to join the Avengers and become a superhero." He scoffed. I questioned him, ready to slap him in the face. "It's just, is everything a sob story with you? Also, your sob story is almost perfect. A little too perfect." He eyed me. "Are you questioning my backstory?" He winked at me. I huffed at his answer and turned to leave. "What are you hiding from me, y/n? From everyone even?" My breath hitched and I turned around. I began to walk towards him. "You have absolutely no right to ask me that. Do you know how much I've had to go through to get to this point?" I calmed down. "Besides, I don't even know what you're talking about." Play it cool. He could somehow see right through me. "Oh ok. The perfect little y/n. How long are you going to keep telling yourself this little lie until you stop trying to believe it?" He came closer to me. His breath was hot against my skin as he said those poisonous words. "You don't know what you're talking about either. You don't know the first thing about me." He moved even closer, so close that I could see the stress lines on his forehead. I didn't move because I didn't want him to know I was intimidated. "Well I know one thing; you sure as hell know how to play the piano." He said it in a low voice that made me snap. I slapped him in the face, surprised that it wasn't another hologram of him. He laughed. "I thought we were done with this." He swung at me and I teleported to my knife that was on the coffee table. "Not yet." I teleported to be infront of him again but he shoved me to the ground. He pinned me and held my wrists to the ground. "I don't get it. You train every day yet still seem to never progress." I kneed him in the groin and teleported to be next to him. He was on his hands and knees and I put my foot down on his back, making him fall to the ground. I bent over, putting my knee on his back. "Well I know one thing; some of us are all talk and sure as hell are no fight." I whispered into his ear. I flipped him over with my legs and straddled him, making it easier to put my knife to his neck. He gripped my thighs, trying to push me off. I pulled his hair to make his head fall back. My knife glistened in the sun as I put it to his neck. I pressed it to his neck, almost drawing blood, when I released him. "This is stupid. The first day we're left alone together and I'm already trying to kill you." He chuckled. "I knew you wouldn't actually do it." I punched him in the stomach and walked to my room. "At least I won." He rolled his eyes and I slammed the door in his face. It was my turn to be isolated in my room. I laid on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. I wanted to call Wanda, but what would I tell her? I could almost see the conversation in my head. "Hey, I just wanted to check in. Oh what did I do today? Almost killed my mortal enemy again so nothing new." I groaned and laid my face into my pillow. I thought I could control myself better and I was disappointed. For how much his words had hurt. For how I reacted. I wanted it all to go away and to just have my normal life back. But then again, what was my normal life? Before Hydra? I barely remembered it and anything associated with Hydra I forced out entirely from my mind. I needed no one to know about my past. My actual past. Especially that dick outside of my door.