Loud Trickster In A Quiet World, A Loki x Deaf Reader

17.Meet Deacon

Your POV

After a great night sleep of thinking through all of the possibilities of what might happen, and what could go wrong today; I got dressed, trying to atleast look somewhat put together for our first meeting. I didnt put on heels and a fancy dress or anything, but just a pair of nice jeans and a light sweater.

I wasn't enthused about the situation, since it was pointless. But what could I do? Try to 'enjoy' it I guess.

I was cleaning up breakfast, which--was bacon and french toast--when he arrived. He waved, and greeted everyone, shaking hands with them, probably exchanging names. I made my way over, after I finished putting the dishes in the sink, trying to put on my best smile. I doubted he had much of a choice about this either, but atleast he got payed, and probably just met his icons.

He turned to me, with a smile that you might associate with a car salesman. Or a social worker of a sort. One that hid most of their intentions. I just assume he had perfected it while working for S.H.E.I.L.D.

I shook his hand briefly, and tried to read his lips for his name. I turned to Natasha for a moment, and she told me, Deacon. I turned back to him, and wrote down my name on a paper, since he didnt introduce in sign language, I assume he doesn't know it.

He went around, having a small tour for a bit, until Loki arrived. He set his hand on my head for a moment to say good morning, walking away as he did.

Deacon seemed decide Loki's small gesture of affection--which was big considering it was Loki-- and his hand hovered over the handgun he had hoistered to his side.

Nat noticed, stepping between him and Loki, who was unaware of the situation, probably until Nat started talking. I couldn't see her words, but I saw her body vibrate a little bit, so I assumed she was.

I could read Deacon's words however. He was saying that Fury had instructed him to be cautious of any interaction between us two.

Which was a load of bullshit.

Nat sat down next to me, and started to sign to me [Be careful around him. He seems a bit suspicious. Unusually uneasy.]

I smiled at her, glancing at Deacon for a moment [I wouldn't put it past him, being with Loki, and not having the view on him that we do.] She glared a bit at me. Not in her intense way, but a lovingly annoyed way. [But I'll keep in mind your warning.]

She relaxed as I told her that, but didnt get up at all. It took me a while to realize what she was doing. She was keeping a form of a barrier between Deacon and Loki.

Gods I loved her some times. Well, always, but extra when she did stuff like this.

Loki came back to the living room with his cup of tea, a book help open with his other hand as he made his way to his usual spot in the chair next to my end of the couch.

Deacon seemed to not care anymore, more interested by whatever thing he was looking at on one of the shelves.

I leaned over and tapped Loki's arm gently to catch his gaze [Do you think we're going to be able to hang out without him?]

Loki smiled, clearly grimacing under it "No, I dont believe so." He said briefly, only making contact with his foot this time.

[You should just kidnap me and take me to Asgard.] I sign jokingly, but wave my hands a bit as I see a spark of mischief light in his eyes [Not really. Dont you dare. We'll both get in so much trouble.]

Loki pouted playfully, but only for a moment so only I would see it. Probably. I turned my attention back to the center of the group, noticing Steve bringing us lunch. I signed thank you to him, not pressuring him for an answer, becuase he had his hands full.

Loki tapped my leg as he looked down at his plate "What is this?" He asked, making the slightly icked out face that he usually made when something didn't seem immediately appealing.

[It's quiche. Its good, trust me. Be glad that Steve doesnt make it with like big pieces of pork. Thats how Clint makes it.] I tell him, grabbing my fork to dig into my slice.

"Why is it shaped like pie? What's even in this?" He asked, prodding at his slice wearily.

[Steve explained it to me as a custard with spinach and bacon in it. His version that is.] I told him while chewing my bite. Man, sign language was convenient for when you're eating.

Loki glanced between me, eating my slice, and his slice before reluctantly taking a bite.

I think I watched all the stages of grief cross his face. Of course in very small amounts. But it was there. And boy it was funny to watch. I laughed a little bit, and earned the attention, of the one and only, Deacon. Great.

He quickly shoved Loki's foot away, which was letting him telepathically talk to me. Lovely. If this was going to be the new 'normal' then I would actually let Loki kidnap me. Not like I could say anything anyways, since it would probably put me in the 'more likely to have been under mind control' collum.

I sighed softly, tapping Natasha's arm [We need to teach him sign language. He just got upset at Loki for asking me what we were eating. Its gonna get on my nerves if he keeps doing that. And in Loki's case, he's gonna het closer to stabbing the guy.]

Natasha nodded, grabbing Deacon's attention, relaying that he needed to learn. At first he seemed annoyed, but once he remembered where hw was, and more specifically remembered how fearsome Natasha was, he agreed.

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