Just a book of imagines of Marvel's Loki (played by the glorious Tom Hiddleston)!
This book mostly focuses on Loki, but there are also a few Lady Loki imagines. I deal mostly with fluff, angst, and spice.
The only person I will be taking credit for...
Warning: Spice (and implied smut), language Word Count: 1910 words Quick A/N: Guess who finally saw the first Loki episode! About time, I know. ~ June 21, 2021 Timeline: 2011, during the Avengers • • • • •
"Agent Romanoff," Fury had turned to the younger of the two. "Guard the port side hall until we can locate this goddamn trickster." The girl nodded with a "yes, sir" and wandered to her station. She paced up and down it, arms crossed over her chest. She was sick of the God's games and wanted it over and done with him. Besides, it would be better for her to not be attracted to their enemy.
Of course, he had gotten out of his cell using his magic making everything difficult for S.H.I.E.L.D. The agents had gone crazy and panicked, except for a few of the Avengers. They had lost Clint to the God's power and he was currently recovering. [Y/N] wasn't worried, however, even being the youngest Avenger. She was intrigued by the God of Mischief and frankly felt she and the group could take him down. Though she might've just been intrigued by his glorious complexion. Since they captured the God, she couldn't get her mind off of him.
A pipe squeaked from the hall and she turned, her arms uncrossing and reaching towards her radio. It had gone oddly silent. A loud creak sounded from the end of the hall and she turned to see Loki.
"They have you here all alone," He had a wicked smile. "Why would they do such a thing?"
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She grabbed for her radio, looking down to the buttons but when she looked back up, the God was gone. "Hey, Nat," She spoke into the radio, her eyes glancing around the hall. "We got an issue here. Portside hall."
"Hang on, [Y/N/N], I'm coming up to it." She heard her sister's voice coming through the small box as she turned around the hall, her eyes scanning for the entity. She saw a red and black figure running from the end of the hall and [Y/N] sighed. It was Natasha, thank goodness. A sharp blade was felt across her neck, pressing itself into her skin but not enough to draw blood. An arm wrapped around her torso and she heard the God's voice boom from behind her.
"Thanks for the gift!" She could hear him smile with his words. She heard Natasha scream but the sight of the Helicarrier disappeared and was replaced with a rather lavish room. The God let go of her and she quickly took a step away from him, gun pointed towards him. He chuckled at her sudden reaction and quickly shifted into his black suit. She would've been lying if she said she didn't find him even more attractive.
"Where did you take me?" She grumbled, trying to sound as frightening as possible. Something about being alone with him threw her off.
"I'm not going to hurt you," The God spoke, taking a step closer. His voice was different: quiet, calm, gentle. "And I won't let anyone else hurt you."
