The Woman Out of Reality (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

⍟ Chapter 1 ⍟

You jolted awake, heart pounding, as a blinding surge of purple light swallowed you whole. It dragged you through the void like a puppet on cosmic strings, and you didn't even get a chance to scream. One blink later, you were flat on your back—cold, dazed, and gasping on a jagged rock in the middle of space. Stars shimmered around you like glitter on black velvet, silent and unbothered. But right in front of you, a man lay crumpled and still. Panic surged. You scrambled toward him, knees scraping stone. "Hey—sir? Are you okay? What is this place?" The man slowly turned his head toward you, eyes clouded. "I am Loki of Asgard," he said, voice hollow. "I wanted to die."

The name hit you like a gut punch. "Loki?" you whispered, blinking in disbelief. "Wait—what the...?" Your breath hitched. The fog of shock was thinning, but what replaced it was worse—memory, confusion, the eerie weight of something off. You weren't just you. You were Y/N Lilith Stan—Sebastian Stan's sister. An actress. You played Rebecca Barnes, Bucky's little sister on screen. You were supposed to be filming in a studio, not floating in deep space with a guy who only looked like Tom Hiddleston. Your chest tightened as the realization crashed over you like a tidal wave. "Loki," you said again, voice shaking. "My name is Y/N Lilith Stan. I... I don't think I'm from this reality." His gaze sharpened instantly, confusion darkening into something more dangerous: concern.

You inhaled sharply, trying to ground yourself. "Okay. Okay," you muttered, more to yourself than to him. Your fingers raked through your hair—an automatic response to the overload in your chest. You turned back to Loki, trying to keep your voice even, calm, like you weren't totally unraveling inside. "Loki, I need you to tell me what's going on. What's to be expected. And... how in the hell did I end up here?" He blinked, as if only now remembering where he was. Slowly, he turned his gaze to the horizon—blackness stretching in every direction—and gave a small, involuntary shiver. "We are in space," he said flatly. Then, as if hearing his own words, he winced and closed his eyes. "Of course we are in space. My apologies, my lady. I am... not well."

You softened at that, something in your chest squeezing unexpectedly. "It's alright," you said gently. "Take your time." Loki's head snapped toward you, his expression stunned like you'd just spoken in tongues. "No one has ever been this kind to me," he whispered. His gaze dropped to the ground, voice cracking. "I've done bad things." You didn't look away. Instead, you offered him the smallest, warmest smile you could muster. "I know what you've done. I watched the Thor movie," you said softly, almost teasing. "But your father is an ass." He blinked again—this time with a faint, disbelieving smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then his entire face shifted, realization dawning. "Movie?" he asked. You nodded. "In my reality... there are movies about this place."

The realization hit you like a freight train—fast, brutal, and inescapable. Your breath caught in your throat, and suddenly the weight of it all became too much. You collapsed into tears, your body folding in on itself as sobs tore out of you. "Oh my god," you gasped between cries, "my brother, my mom, dad... my friends, my supporters, my family—" The list spilled out as your chest heaved. Loki shifted beside you, visibly shaken. Without a word, he let you cry into the crook of his arm. There was no mockery, no distance—just quiet presence. You clung to him like he was the last familiar thing in a world that had just stopped making sense.

When your sobs finally slowed, you looked up at him, tears still glistening on your cheeks. Something about his face—exhausted, bruised, maybe a little broken—felt strangely comforting. And yes... ridiculously attractive. On impulse, you hugged him, the contact grounding you both. He didn't pull away. When you released him, you met his eyes. And for just a second, nothing else existed. You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He stiffened, startled, then turned to you with wide eyes. "I think we will be very good friends," he said softly. You gave him a watery smile. "Me and Tom Hiddleston are very great friends in my reality." He opened his mouth to respond—then froze. Footsteps echoed behind you, sharp and unfamiliar. Loki's face drained of color. Fear hit his features, raw and immediate. That fear transferred straight into your bloodstream. Your pulse spiked. If he was scared... you had every reason to be.