The Babysitting Job- Loki x Reader story

Chapter 38

Y/n's POV:

I get out of my car and face my father.
"How the hell did you find me?" I ask, trying to wipe the tears away.
"A simple 'hello' would be nice." He says and stuffs his hands in his pockets. I want to yell.
"Really? You think I want to just hug you and kiss your cheek and tell you that I missed you? You taught me to never lie, dad." I tell him and his face crumbles.

Loki comes down the stairs into the parking lot and looks back and forth between Dad and I. A look of realization crosses his face.
"Who is this?" Loki asks me. I clear my throat and look back at my dad.
"Loki, this is my dad. Dad, this is-" Loki walks over and interrupts me.
"Y/n is my girlfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you." He wraps an arm around my waist and I want to pull away. I am still angry at both of them and I want to teleport to another planet. My father looks at him suspiciously, Loki is for sure angry at him, I have to get one of them out of here.

"Dad let's go. You can talk with him after the funeral." I look at Loki and he traces circles with his thumb on my back. No matter how angry I am at him, it still sends goosebumps down my spine.
"Where do you want to go?" I sighed.
"Let's go have lunch or something. I'll drive." I don't have a choice. My father nods and gets into the passenger seat. I start to open the door when Loki grabs my hand.
"Hey. Are you okay to be with him?" I pull my hand away and open the door.
"I'm fine. I'll see you at the funeral." He looks longingly at me and I get into the car.
"Boy issues?" Dad asks and I glare at him.

We are quiet the entire way there. I've always been fine with silence, but not like this. I want to yell at him for leaving me. My dad never likes to yell or argue. He will argue, but in a stupid way like he's lecturing me. I pull up to a brunch place and get a table. He goes to the bathroom just to get away from the awkward silence.

When he comes back, I order a plate of pancakes and bacon.
"Still a child." He chuckles and I ignore him. He sips his coffee and I sit with my arms crossed, waiting for him to start.
"Well, uh, you have a boyfriend now?"
"Yes." I look down at my hands, sorry for what I said to him.
"He looks mean."
"Well he's killed a lot of people but so have I." I don't look up for his reaction and he chokes on his coffee.
"Well, uh, do you love him?" My eyes water as I remember how long he has cared for me and how tightly he holds me, as if he's afraid of losing me.

"Yes I do. I really do love him. He's the only thing I have left." I tell him. Our food comes and we sit in silence.
"I saw you in the news about that fire monster thing that you destroyed. You're famous." Before Hydra, I always wanted to be rich and famous, so he thinks this is satisfying for me.
"I'm sorry bitsy." Bitsy was a nickname he gave me when I was I kid and I become angrier at every word he says.

"For what?"
"For everything." I scoff at him.
"Really? Dad, I needed you. Look I know you were hurt from mom leaving but god no that isn't an excuse! I haven't heard from you in two god damn years and the only reason you're here now is because the daughter you actually cared for is dead! Well I'm sorry too because you're stuck here with me now!" I'm getting louder and people are looking. Dad looks around and tears well up in his eyes.

"Y/n I thought you left me-"
"So instead of checking in on your daughter who was missing you decided to just listen to the first person that told you I left? That's great parenting. Maybe if you actually gave me a call or something as simple as a letter then I wouldn't have had to be tortured and almost killed. God I could've been living a normal life and all the shit that I've been through wouldn't have happened" I wipe angry tears away and stand up.
"Y/n please just let me be here for you now."
"I don't need you now. I needed you before all this and you weren't there." I put some cash on the table and grab my bag. "After the funeral I'm going home and I don't want to see you
again." I say coldly and walk out the door.

I sit in my car, trying to control the energy coursing through my veins. When I get angry, it's harder to control my energy. I breathe in and out but my hands are shaking again. I grab my phone and see I have a couple missed calls from Wanda and Loki. I call Wanda back because I didn't want to talk to Loki.
"Hey Y/n."
"Hi"
"Are you okay?"
"No I'm not okay my sister is dead and I have daddy issues now."

Wanda and I meet up close to the church where the service will start in an hour. We talk for a while and she consoles me. In some way, I almost feel satisfied with my father now. He knows he screwed up but I'm glad I told him how I felt. God I have to get off this planet.
So idk if anyone cares but imma just start doing past tense bc it's sooo much easier to write haha

Once we were done it was time for the service. My dad was already there and talking with the preacher. A lot of people from my home town were there and some of the avengers that weren't busy were also there for me. I searched the crowd for Loki but I couldn't see him. I walked over and talked to my aunt who was already crying hard. So many people were crying. I had to keep cool. I had to be strong for these people. I'm an Avenger I can be strong. Right?

I sat down next to Thor and my knee began to bounce uncontrollably. He put his hand on my knee and smiled at me. I breathed and sat up, forcing myself to stop.

Halfway through the service, the preacher stopped and looked around at the crowd. His eyes met mine.
"Ah, could Y/n L/n please come up and say some words?" Everyone looked at me. My stomach clenched and I swallowed hard. I was fine with talking in front of people when I was prepared. I squeezed Thors hand and stood. I walked up to the podium.

"Hello everyone. I was Joannas sister, and I cannot express how much I loved her. I trusted her with everything and she helped me through a lot." God this was sounding cheesy. I took a deep breath and thought about her. What would she want me to say in this? I met Loki's eyes. He was in the back and must've came in late. He mouthed the words 'I Love You' and I smiled. God I love him.

"Jo wouldn't have wanted to be remembered by her tragedy. She always told me not to worry about her but I really should've been there for her more. Still, I can't rewrite the past, no matter how much I want to." Tears started to fall and my dad was crying too.

"So, I know she would want me to say the good parts of her life and not the parts she 'screwed up' on." People laughed. "She wasn't rich and famous, but she was always content." I go on to tell a story about us as kids.

"We can't change how things go, or when things are put into our life." I look at Loki and he looks at me knowingly and passionately. He knows this is my form of an apology. "We have to accept our fate as it is, no matter what that holds." I glanced at the casket and my breath quickened. "But I believe you have to move on and start fresh. Jo wouldn't want us to be mourning forever."
People clapped and I walked down the aisle to Loki. The funeral was technically over, and people were standing up and talking.

I stood a few feet in front of him and he smirked at me. "You're late." I told him.
"I love you." He closed the gap between us and held me. He pulled me up a little by my waist and I was on my tiptoes. I put my face in the crook of his neck and cry. 

Even though I told him before this that I loved him, I knew for sure then that I love him. We would fight like always, but this with his arms around me made it hard to resist being angry at him. I pulled back and kissed him. I didn't want to talk, I just wanted this. This, him putting his fingers through my hair. This, not worrying about the people staring at the couple making out a funeral. This, him gripping my waist and our breaths getting quicker.

I didn't care where we were. Jo was gone. Dad sucks. But none of that matters when I'm with him.

"So I assume I'm not going to have to pleasure of talking with your father?" He asks me. I shake my head.
"Nope. There's no need to. He's a shit hole." He  smiles and puts a finger to my lips.
"Careful with your language darling. We're in a church." I laugh at the irony of us in a church. Then a thought enters my mind.
"How would you like to go somewhere else?" He smiles.
"Where to? Like a restaurant or the apartment or-"
"How about another planet?"