The Rage Of Lost Lights || Loki x Reader

Chapter|| 11

You just storm out of the gym, leaving the raven-haired god behind. He knows exactly that he won this fight and you know it too which makes you even more furious.

As you walk at a fast pace to get into your room as quick as possible you hear F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice echoing through the compound.

"Avengers, please assemble in the conference room."

Seeing everyone while being as furious as you are right now is probably not the best idea but it's your job, no matter what's going on in your personal life so you change direction and walk to the meeting.

"Y/N, is my brother dead?" Thor asks as soon as you open the glass door and walk into the conference room.

"Not yet," you growl at him.

"Y/N, you know what we said about killing him," the blonde warns you.

"Oh, you want to threaten me?" you question.

"If it's necessary. What did he even do? I thought you two were bonding on the mission," he states.

"He called me selfish after I tried to apologize to him," you answer getting even more upset just thinking about it.

"Y/N tried to apologize, that's new," Tony adds as he walks into the room, smirking to himself until you look at him,

"Do y'all have a death wish or why are you acting like this right now?" you snarl at them.

"Says the one that'd be dead without me," Loki walks in.

"I wish you wouldn't have saved me, your stupid god behavior really strains every single nerve in me," you glare at the Trickster.

"Why don't you just turn back time and die then," he suggests.

"Glorious idea-" you start until Tony speaks up,

"First of all, no. Second of all, would you mind listening to why I assembled you here?"

"Go ahead," you say already annoyed by the mission to come even though you had no idea what he was about to say.

"Some weird Mafioso stole something rather important from S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury just called me to inform me about it. They want us to get it back and potentially even arrest the Mafia gang that's been going around stealing some really important stuff," Tony explains.

"Okay, and how are we going to approach this?" Steve asks.

"Well, he throws a party tonight so we got to act fast, but I've got a plan that I hope we can put to work with the two rivals over there," Stark point at you and Loki as you both look up at him at the same time, shaking your heads.

"No fucking way," you cross your arms over your chest.

"Maybe you're lucky and get shot again. You have my word, this time I'll let you die," the god grins at you sarcastically.

"Fuck you," you flip him off.

"Whatever this gesture and that insult mean, I can gladly return the favor," he crosses his arms over his chest.

"How can you let someone on the team who doesn't even understand 'fuck you'?" you look at Tony.

"Because fighting enemies isn't about insults, Y/N," Steve says.

"Just because you're too old to understand them either doesn't mean you can just defend that bitchass," you furrow your eyebrows.

"You know what, Y/L/N," Steve throws his hands up and annoyance, turning back around to face Tony.