Soul Healer (Loki x Reader)

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Weeks passed quickly at the Avengers tower.

Your newyorkese loft officially became your secret place to hide when you and Loki where in search for quiet and privacy. Well, 'open-secret' maybe was the right name for it, as everyone was pretty aware of where the two of you were became accustomed to disappear and at a certain point Steve fussed around enough to make you promise to always advice when you where staying out of the tower for the night.

Natasha was beyond happiness in seeing your joy for your new relationship, and never lost a chance to catch up with you the most recent gossips about it. The guys were pleased to see that Loki had finally cut off his mild-pissed off mood in hanging out with them, especially Tony who was secretly relieved not to be threaten anymore with stabbing or defenestration at each bad joke he slipped out.

You went on many more missions with the team over the next couple of months. Your magical skills were appreciated on battlefield, as well as your healing powers afterwards, but pairing with Loki turned out to be a very effective thing also on spying mission. Plus, you two together were literally able to magic up the unthinkable. Also, having Loki at your side in that comprehensive way seemed to have a very proficient effect on your panic attacks, that didn't reappear if not on very rare and stressful occasions, thus you always managed to keep them at bay.

Everything seemed quite idyllic. Quite.

*

That evening, you were all enjoying some relaxing time after dinner: Nat and Clint were playing chess on the small table in the living room and Thor was polishing his beloved hammer, sitting cross legged on the couch humming child-like. Steve, Stark and Banner were in the living room too, playing with some Jarvis' blue screens and talking animatedly about some kind of new project they had in mind.

You were reading together with Loki, the both of you curled up in your favourite spot: your book was particularly intriguing, as it was the story of the most famous and older houses of Asgard, but you were so tired that day, that your head started to lol sideways; the book slipped from your slack grip and landed with a dull thud on the floor.

It was in that same exact moment that Steve's phone ringed and made you jump up full straight. You really, really hated that ringtone.

*

The entire team was out since hours and all the attempts you tried to distract somehow seemed not an option. You didn't got all the details of the call, you just know that they had to take the jet in a rush because of something quite big happening in Washington. And Steve didn't wished for you to be back there yet, so they left you behind.

When you read the same line of your book for the fourth time in a row and still had no clue of its meaning again, you finally gave up and went to make a hot tea, dropped in one armchairs with your steaming mug and turned up the TV, just to found out with great shock the White House had been set on fire and ugly, nasty monsters were shouting fire all over around.

You didn't know how much time you stayed there, silently awaiting for Jarvis' voice to broke that stream of breaking news with some kind of real update about the Avengers' condition, staring absent-minding at the big screen before you and pickling so much insistently you thumbs until the point you had to stop and heal yourself the small wounds.

It was almost dawn when you jumped on your feet and whispered "Please be okey" between yourself, in a anguished reply to Jarvis call. The team was finally coming back home.

*

"Clint got a broken leg!" Stark shouted in your direction, still floating some feet from the ground, his voice overcomed by the defeating sound of the Quinjet landing on the areal platform on the rooftop. You were so much full of adrenaline at that point in time, that you had rushed up to the tower rooftop to meet them there, instead to await down at the bay.