Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Loki Laufeyson - Villains

Okay so maybe being put in chains and escorted to the Avengers meeting room wasn't exactly part of the plan. I mean, was torturing and killing a shopping mall considered Avenger worthy? Either way, this was where you were stuck. In a room full of 'superheros'.

Quite a few good looking dudes all in tight suits or armor and a very attractive woman were gathered around a table. You recognised them all of course as they had just taken you in. Well, all except one.

There was a guy in green and black leather with some gold linings that closely resembled Thor's own wear. He was another Asgardian, that much was clear. His long and black hair was slicked back and fell just below his shoulders and his emerald eyes were scanning the pages of a very thick book you couldn't figure out the title of from your spot at the front of the room. You could have sworn you'd seen him before somewhere. The only thing was that you didn't know where from but you had the feeling it was somewhere bad. That he was someone bad.

"Wow." Tony Stark said when he heard the clinking of your chains and looked up. "What's cookin', good lookin'."

"Stark." Natasha warned. "Don't."

"What? Am I not allowed to say hi?"

"Not this time."

"You're a buzzkill."

"Yeah, it's terrible."

"The real reason we're here..." Steve interrupted, breaking up the budding argument between the two. "Is to go over (l/n)'s history."

"Fun." You spoke up for the first time. "Are we going to do each others hair and makeup?"

You were ignored as expected and a hologram of your every year of life appeared for everyone to read. Hating what the words brought up in your mind, you looked away as Tony began to read.

"Parents died young, sent into the system, several different families, a few odd killing sprees here and there..."

"She was committed?" Steve read out loud, throwing a curious glance towards your spot.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, they even had to strap me to the bed at one point and the nurses were getting really annoyed because I kept making Exorcist jokes."

"Right... After that came several offences for public disturbance and resisting arrest."

"Don't forget that I have an IQ of 140 and I will use it to kill you."

"Wait, wait, wait." Tony stepped in again, focused on the file. "You stabbed a guy with a cement block?"

"Is that even possible?" A confused Bruce asked. "It's not, right?"

"There's no sharp edge, it couldn't be. How the hell did she get an entire block into another person's chest?"

"She's either really strong or the other person had no bones." Clint summarised.

"Look at this. A patient at her old institution burned the entire place down and claimed he was under the influence of one (y/n) (l/n). She played him like a fiddle." Steve sighed, finally releasing how dangerous you could really be.

"Please, fiddles are actually very hard to play." You corrected, getting their attention. "I played that idiot like the cheap kazoo he was."

"Okay but she's still really hot." Said Tony. "You can't tell me you wouldn't date her if she wasn't... You know."

"A sociopath?" Clint offered.

"Yeah."

"Come on, boys." You mocked from the corner. "Sociopaths get stuff done. Anyway, coming back to rich boy's comment, dating a villain is great. If we ever lost you, we'd tear the world apart. You ever noticed how villains are always super hot? I mean, look at that sexy mess there."

You motioned to the man you didn't know who had been fairly quiet until now. When all eyes were on him he gave everyone a very sarcastic wave and went back to reading like nothing had happened.

"You know, all villains have a soft heart that was more often than not cursed by a lack of care and love. We're not really mean but if someone hurts your feelings then we'll happily break their face."

"You're really trying to convince us that people should date villains?" Natasha asked with a raised brow.

You nodded innocently. "A hero will sacrifice you to the save world but a villain will sacrifice the world to save you."

"Let's just lock her up and get this over with." Tony sighed. "Send her to the basement."

-

"Hello."

The voice surprised you a little and your sharply turned around, prepared to jump the person even if an iron bar door was in the way.

"Did I startle you?" The raven-haired man from before said. "My apologies."

You calmed down and shrugged. "No worries. Being a criminal means I'm always ready for a fight."

"A feeling I understand all too well."

"What's your name?" You asked. "You look really familiar."

"Loki." He responded proudly.

"Ah, New York. Nice work."

"Thank you. I must say, you have quite the list of achievements for a Midgardian."

You instantly mocked a curtsey. "I do try."

"How would you like to get out of here?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You're fun... Dangerous... I like that."

"But aren't you like... Redeemed now?" You questioned, very clearly judging.

Loki smirked and a key appeared in his hand. He used it to open the door to your cage. "They believe so."