Loki Imagines

6| Das Schade

Warning: Lots of German foods so you might get hungry
Word Count: 1577 words
Quick A/N: Hallo, my lovely readers! This imagine is a cute wholesome one about cooking German food and things inspired from my own German heritage. I know some people don't know what some of the food looks like, so I've included a small collage of all the food mentioned (I highly recommend trying all these foods because they are delicious). Hope you enjoy! ~ June 23, 2021
Timeline: 2018, after Ragnarok
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"My, Lady [Y/N]! What are these delicious smells coming from the kitchen?" Thor boasted walking into the large kitchen. Stark had it renovated when she joined the team because of her love of cooking.

"Hallo, Thor!" She cheerily spoke, smiling over at the blond God as she stirred the food cooking in the pan. Scattered throughout the stovetop was pans, in the oven was a tray along with one finished on the counter. "I made brezeln!"

The God happily marched over to the cooling tray that held the large golden twisted breads. "My word! Lady [Y/N], you are by far the best. Your food beats those in Asgard!" He reached to grab the bread but the girl yelled.

"Nein! Thor, it's hot! I just got it out of the oven!" Her calls were too late as the God already had his hand onto the tray. He yelped in pain, shaking his hand. Steve and Natasha ran into the kitchen full of worry. Upon seeing the God run his hand under warm water from the sink, they sighed.

"Do not worry, it is just a simple burn. I shall heal in no time, but now, pretzels!" Thor nearly forgotten his burn and reached for the doughy goodness but the girl stopped him.

"Nein!" She slapped at his hand with a laugh. "Let me take it off the hot sheet. It still will be just as hot as it was, dummkopf!" Using her magic, she lifted the breads off of the baking sheet and placed them in a lovely display on a plate. The plate flew into her hands with ease and she placed them on the table for the Avengers to share.

"Oh pretzels!" Peter called, using his spiderwebs to grab one, in which he burnt his finger when touching one. Without thinking, he placed the bread into his mouth to help cool his hands down. The group watched as his eyes widened. With a chuckle, [Y/N] grabbed a plate from the cabinet along with a glass of cold water and sent it to the boy who took it generously. "Thank you Miss [Y/N]," He spoke as he chewed a bite of it. "It's very delicious even though it's burning my tongue off."

"Ah, so our little German is cooking for us today? What's on the menu, Chef?" Tony spoke, walking into the kitchen from his lab.

"I just made some brezeln, the kartoffelpuffer is in the pan along with some schnitzel, and for dessert I have some bienenstich cooking in the oven." She smiled to the man. Tony blinked once.

"What about the cartel?" He asked, leaning against the table causing [Y/N] to giggle. He spotted the pretzels on it and reached for one. A plate went flying in his direction, stopping him. He grabbed it as it levitated in front of him and reached for one before tossing it onto the plate. "Man, those are some fresh pretzels if they're that hot."

"It all sounds lovely, [Y/N]," Wanda smiled as walked into the kitchen. "Making me hungry just thinking about it."

"It's almost done!" [Y/N] spoke, taking the potato pancakes out of the pans and onto the plate in a neat stack. "Achtung!" She shouted to those at the table as the plate flew past their heads, landing on the table with an ever so small clink. The meat had taken a bit longer, but she was able to speed it up with her power. She was never a fan of using her magic to cook, but sometimes it was needed when she would get the timing off. She let the cake cool from the oven so the icing wouldn't met and in the meantime brought the plate of fresh schnitzel over. "Dinner is served!"