Darling (loki x y/n)

Chapter 1

You walk through the compound door, never once has so many faces staring at you.

You introduce yourself.

"I'm... yn" anxiety-filled your body as you looked around.

you stand there awkwardly.

"That's nice and all but we have an issue on our hands," Tony commented.

Thor clears his throat whilst turning to face you. His long blonde hair, half in a ponytail half down, made him seem so attractive.

"My brother, he has caused some issues." Thor takes a deep breath. He continues "Loki has gone after the Asgardian throne" You look at Thor questioning yourself why that would be so bad? He looks back at you, he knows what you're thinking about from your expression.

"Let me explain why that is so bad, yn. When we were children we both wanted the throne, but we both knew I'd get it. He found this quite upsetting, and with him being the God of mischief I believe that we both know what happened there." His explanation didn't really explain why it was bad but you kind of understood? "I hope that was good enough of an explanation," Thor says as he walks towards you. He's tall and muscular. He places his hand on your shoulder. The way his hand grips is so overpowering. Tony coughs loudly and purposely. 

"can we carry on?" Tony says.

"Right." You say under your breath. The conversation carries on, you sit mostly just listening unless they ask for some sort of input. This is just so new and overwhelming for you.

 "I believe that is all to be said, we have a plan. We know what to do" Tony informs you. You awkwardly stand there as everyone else goes off and does their own things. You walk towards the door to leave. Thor comes up behind you and grabs your wrist.

 "You're not leaving, are you? I hoped you would stay " he says as you turn to face him.

"I am in fact leaving, I had made a plan before this." You open the door and leave.
You check your phone to see 5 miss calls from your sister and 20 texts as well. "Oh shit, I need to hurry"  You run to the cafe where you were going to meet. Luckily she's still there. Your sister looks up at you. "

Yn! Where have you been? I've called and texted. Please I need to know your safe." She exclaims. She wraps her arms around you, she's warm it gives you a sensational feeling that you haven't felt in so long.

 
"Evie I'm so sorry! I got distracted by something, I know that it's not a great excuse but it's the absolute truth!" You explain. Evie gestures to the seat next to her. You walk towards the seat. Evie has always been there for you, the meet-ups have been a nice way for you to talk and spend time together. You love your sister dearly but feel she's been keeping something.
You sit down on the chair. It's metal and wobbly.

"Yn we need to talk.." Evie says. She turns to face you.

 "Eve, What's up?" You reply in curiosity.

"We've been lying to you, for your whole life. Dad didn't want you to know the truth so it was kept a secret."

"What do you mean?"

"Yn, your mother never left when you were young she's always been with you. Every step of the way."

"I don't understand what your getting at."

She takes a deep breath. "Yn I'm your real mum."

"Why would you pretend to be my sister?!" You say, your voice full of anger and confusion.

 
"Let me explain, I had you when I was young your father was more than 10 years older than me. My family didn't want you to grow up with this age gap between your parents. I wasn't an adult yet and he was almost 30. It was hard keeping it a secret."

 
This wasn't what you expected, is this why you were always so close? She didn't want us to have a bad relationship?  "I'm sorry if this is so abrupt, I just knew if I didn't say know I'd never."
You look towards the ground than towards Evie. You make eye contact, she gives you a warm embrace like earlier. You get up and say goodbye.

You walk back to your apartment. You go through your bag to try and find your keys. They weren't there. 

A man who vaguely resembles Thor walks towards you. You can see any major features just his hair and build.
His hair is black for definite. "Well, you seem to be having quite a predicament," the man says. He gets closer and stops less the half a foot from you. You look from his feet up to his body to his head and lock eyes with him.