3rd pov
y/n stared at the piano in front of him, trying to name the emotions he was feeling. he let his fingers feather over the keys. he let out a soft breath.
it felt so foreign, but so familiar. he took a seat on the bench and just looked down at the white and black keys below.
he pressed with a single finger down onto one of the keys, and everything came to him like he'd never lost his memory. his left hand flew to the keys and he started playing a song he couldn't even remember the name of.
his muscle memory was still intact, it seems. he was in wonder as he played the piano expertly.
loki was in the other room and when he heard the familiar sound he practically flew out the door and down the hall. he stopped at the doorway and watched as y/n played the piano.
his breath was taken away, and he was so mesmerized he couldn't blink. he never realized just how much he missed hearing y/n play the piano.
y/n stopped abruptly and turned to look at loki.
"did i disturb you? i'm sorry," y/n said, and loki shook his head aggressively.
"no! you didn't disturb me," loki said, walking into the room, "gods, please keep playing, please."
y/n blinked in surprise. he turned silently and picked up where he left off on the song he was playing. loki sighed quietly as he basked in y/n's playing once again.
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thor, loki, and y/n all sat on the couch in the living room, and loki and thor stared at y/n in anticipation. y/n's eyebrows were furrowed and he stared at the ground in thought. he shifted in his seat and patted the air as he began to speak.
"so you're telling me," y/n started, "that i'm a literal god, a prince, and my name is vidar. odin is my biological father who sent me here to midgard because i wasn't born with asgardian traits, and then i got them late as a child and ended up getting them taken away by odin because i accidentally killed someone. and then loki,"
y/n pointed at loki with his eyebrows raised. loki averted his gaze.
"stole something called the tesseract, and then tried to take over new york. and apparently i died in the middle all of this? like-- what? and then i got my asgardian abilities back and went to asgard only to get thrown into prison," y/n said, dragging his hands down his face as he tried to comprehend what he was just told.
thor and loki sat quietly and y/n looked between the two of them.
"if it makes you feel any better, you're taking this a lot better than you did last time. you're not threatening to kill anyone this time," loki said, and thor turned to glare at loki who just shrugged back at him.
y/n chose to ignore that statement.
"also, i thought loki and i," y/n pointed to himself and loki, "had like-- a thing going on. but aren't we brothers? incest isn't really something i feel i'd get involved in."
"loki's adopted."
so many things finally made sense after that sentence was spoken.
"oh. you know what, that makes a lot of sense," y/n said, resting his chin on his hand.
thor nodded in agreement, and loki frowned. y/n noticed.
"well, thor, thanks for stopping by, but i think i need a nap after everything i just learned about myself." y/n patted thor's shoulder, standing up. thor stood up too, getting the hint.
"of course! get some rest, y/n," thor said, winking his left eye and turning to the elevator and leaving.
"lord, he's a handful," y/n sighed, leaning against the wall and folding his arms.
"i agree," loki chuckled. y/n pushed off of the wall and walked back to the couch to sit beside loki.
they sat in comfortable silence until y/n broke it.
"loki, if you're adopted, then who are your biological parents?" he asked. loki's expression grew cold and y/n got the feeling that maybe that was a touchy subject with loki.
"i wish to not speak about them at this moment," loki said, a certain harshness in his voice that made y/n's heart hurt just a tiny bit.
y/n nodded, deciding not to push loki on the matter. the once comfortable silence was now awkward.
"you can summon your sword. where did you learn to do that?" loki asked, finally breaking the silence again. y/n raised his eyebrows and summoned the sword and looked at it.
"i'm guessing it's something i couldn't do before, then," y/n said, tracing his finger along the blade, "the first time i summoned it was back at the hydra base."
loki listened attentively.
"it was the day i tried to escape actually, i had knocked out dr. weiss... and..." y/n trailed off, his voice getting shaky as the memories of being tortured flashed in his mind.
loki grew concerned as y/n stopped talking and seemed to zone out. y/n's breathing got harder and he started to hyperventilate. loki put a hand on his shoulder and shook him a bit.
"y/n?" he asked, tapping y/n's shoulder. y/n seemed to snap out of it and he looked to loki and sighed in relief.
he fell back onto the couch cushion and hid his face in his hands, his sword dematerializing as he did so. he got control of his breathing and he sighed, his lip quivering a bit.
"ugh," he muttered, his voice cracking. loki watched him sadly, having no idea how to comfort him.
"are you... okay?" loki asked.
"god, no! what does it look like?" y/n snapped, and loki sat back in surprise.
y/n peaked out from behind his fingers and took his hands away from his face completely. loki frowned at his glassy eyes and red nose.
"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to snap at you," y/n said, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.
"there's no need to apologize. your anger is valid," loki said, putting his hand on y/n's knee.
"yeah, but that doesn't mean it's okay to take it out on you," y/n said, placing his hand on top of loki's without really being conscious of the action. loki felt his heart do backflips.
loki turned his hand under y/n's and interlocked their fingers. y/n looked down and blushed, but didn't take his hand away. he lightly squeezed loki's hand back, and loki drew circles into the back of his hand with his thumb.
"everything will get easier with time, i promise," loki said.
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The Consultant (Loki x Male Reader)
Fanfictionso, maybe he's a bit of a fixer upper. maybe he's a bit of a bitch. but he's loki, right? our favorite greasy weasel god. when y/n, a consultant for shield, is on vacation, it's unfortunately cut short due to a certain mischievous god. y/n just so h...
