Falling For The Person Behind The Mask- Loki x Reader

Chapter 1: Why I Hate Camping

(This chapter is taken from my oneshot book, so if you read that chapter then you'll see that this is all the same thing)

Okay so, first of all thank you to@SkysTheLimit084 for that amazing idea!

Second, I'm gonna have to break this into parts, because I know that, at least for me, I hate when chapters are really damn long. Also, I like to build suspense >=)

Warnings: Loki pretending to be a cat (is that even a warning?), pansexual!reader (adding a little spice), amazing music🎶

(YES I PUT FAKE WARNINGS CUZ I WANTED TO MESS WITH YALL)

Powers: Mind manipulation, ink manipulation, object manifestation, shapeshifting

N/N= nickname Y/n= Your Name

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Ok so picture this. The Avengers are sitting in some living room. The elevator doors open up and Loki walks out holding me, a boa constrictor.

Tony Stark is the first one to notice, and he jumps up, now standing on the couch and screaming

'AAAAAAH! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HOLDING A SNAKE?!'

*Record Scratch* *Freeze frame*

Now, you might be wondering how I got into this situation. Well, it all started last week, when my dumbass decided to go camping in Upstate New York. Saran Campgrounds to be specific (just a place I made up-)

"Y/n, are you sure you want to go camping? I thought you hated the outdoors." I brother asks, for what feels like the thirtieth time, as we park our RV at the campsite.

"Yes, Adrian, I'm sure. Who's the older sister here? You, or me?" I turn the keys, placing them in my pocket.

"Its just weird that all of a sudden you want to go camping. Its not like you, N/n."

"Are you gonna keep asking questions or help me get us settled?" I ask, raising a brow

"I'm gonna use the bathroom, be right back." Adrian gets out and walks out of sight.

I decide to get out and look around the area, since we'll be here for a week. Mistake number one.

I spot a few stands around the area. Are these normally at campsites?

My focus lands on a purple tent with glittery gold accents.

'Witch With a Ball' I snort.

"Well, I guess I could kill a little time."

Mistake number 2.

I walk towards the tent, and walk through the slit opening.

I'm met with a small tan skinned woman, with dark brownish hair, wearing a purple robe.

(Almost every one I saw was over-sexualized, so if you don't like it, feel free to imagine your own)

"Ah hello! Welcome! Welcome! I am Giselle. I assume you are Y/n?" Her Russian accent so thick I'm surprised I understood what she said.

"How-how did you know my name?" I ask, my eyes narrowed.

"It just came to me. Now, take a seat."

I sigh, taking a seat in the wooden chair in front of a round wooden table.

"Now, I know what you're here for." Giselle says with a mischievous smirk.

"Oh really? What is it?" I ask, taking the ink out of a pen in my pocket. Little ink balls begin to form, rolling back and forth on the table.