A few months passed on relative quiet, even if things were never completely peaceful around the Avengers.
You were proudly satisfied to have shown to be a reliable and useful member of the team, showing good capabilities during the couple of missions Steve asked you to join. Well, your role was mainly stay in background, but you were allowed to jump if someone get hurt badly or if civil were on danger.
On the other hand, it was hard for you when the team got off for missions and you had to simply await their return, but you learned how to keep your nerves salde. More or less.
Tony and Bruce gave a big help on your researches, and your project gave its fruits in the end, thus you had to admit you would have never have succeed without Stark's technologies: the regeneration cradle was ready and full functional. Clint was the first one who had... sort of volunteer to try it, a day he came back with just a flesh would. "You sure he's going to be okay? Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together." Natasha asked you, smiling softly at Clint, who was lying on his side inside the machinery and promptly stuck his tongue at her words.
Thor was just the best fried one can ask for. It was not uncommon to find the two of you sat cross legged on the rug before the TV, soda and chips spread around, friendly yelling at each other because the countless shooter game won or loose.
You traded some archery lessons from Clint with your consolidated recipe for pizza. The both of you had a really fun time in cooking together for the team and he was sincerely surprised to see you were not that bad with arc and arrows.
Your powers grew as you studied and practiced regularly with Loki. He used to teach you magic theory in the evenings, the both of you settled comfortably on the couch beside the fireplace which became quickly your favorite one, and train you on practice almost daily. Your fighting skills grew pretty much similar to his ones, of course, despite Natasha and Steve attempts to train you with different combat styles.
In exchange, you showed Loki how to bake cookies and you thought him how to properly play video games, so that he may have had a chance against his brother. You also spent plenty of time together reading in the library or making experiments down in the lab.
As the two of you had grown closer over the past months, you had grown also a very weak spot for his kindness, charm and wit he so rarely shown to the others. He was typically sarcastic to Tony and sometimes with Steve, ignoring the major part of the times Bruce. If with Tony he was frequently on wits' end, his relationship with Clint was more cautionary, as he allowed him some mocking jokes from time to time, most probably feeling guilty over him for the mind-controlling thing. The only person who seemed to have really got a chance with Loki, apart for yourself, was Natasha, towards who he looked rather polite and gentle the majorities of the times, even if you got that was not something sexuality-related, but more a reciprocal self-respecting thing.
You didn't want to admit that spending time with Loki was the best part of living with the Avengers. The friendship with him was something beyond amazing, despite you weren't sure your feeling were purely friendly... Still, you were just a simply midgarian and he was the Prince of Asgard, so there was absolutely nothing to outcry about.
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The evening Pepper shown up, everyone greeted her very very warmly. Tony introduced you to her and you remained fascinated by her sweet, kind way to welcoming you.
The team decided to order enough pizzas to feed an entire army and after dinner, you all moved to sitting on the couches, having a couple of very good cocktails Natasha offered to prepare for you all.
The plan was to spend the evening around the coffee table, playing table games, but you ended up drinking quite too much and the men started to telling stories about the most heroic missions they had accomplished.
Your glance was caught by Natasha, who was pouring a drink behind the bar when Bruce walked up to her and the two of them seemed to start a low-voice, private conversation. You kept an eye on them, and nonchalantly approached Natasha the moment Bruce walked away.
"It's nice." you told her, sitting on one of the bar's stool. Natasha tilted her head, her eyes down on the cocktail. "No, we haven't..." "It's okay. It's just, he's not the most... open person in the world. But with you he seems very relaxed." Natasha chuckled keeping her eyes on the glass.
"Speaking about handsome boys..." she raised an eyebrow, looking up at you sideways "What about you and the dark God of Lies?"
Uh, oh, what a low blow.
"What d'you mean?" You said quickly, while a burning sensation was causing your face to smart - had it been that obvious?"
"Well, he just couldn't keep to go around you, could he? Also, the way he watches you – it's so... protective. Like he's about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something." It was as boiling water was rising rapidly inside you.
Luckily, you were interrupted by the jovial, cheerful laugh of Thor rising from behind your shoulders. You whipped around and Natasha peered aside your figure to look at guys, who were gathered at the small table and seemed all in a high mood.
"But, it's a trick!" Stark exclaimed, pretty drunk, pointing at Thor's hammer, which was placed on the table between them. "Oh, Tony, please don't..." Pepper tried to stop him before it was too late, unsuccessfully. "Oh, no. It's much more than that." Thor beamed, sipping from a bottle of beer. "Please, be my guest." He added, handing at the hammer and smirking.
"Oh this is gonna be beautiful. C'mon!" Natasha jumped up and grabbed your forearm to drag you in the open spot left on the couch. She sat near Bruce and you sank down between her and Loki, who automatically wrapped the back of your shoulders, pulling you to lay on his side. You felt your cheeks burning.
And so the game of try to lift Mjolnir began. No one succeeded, as predicted, but the group cheered each time someone failed. Even Banner participated, and everyone looked at him warily when he roared as though pretending to change into the Hulk.
When Stark directed his glance over Loki, he dramatically rolled his eyes and snorted "I have had that question answered plenty of times".
"Y/N, Let's go, no pressure." Stark invited you to join the challenge with a gesture of his first finger. You raised yours in defeat, shaking you head. "Widow?" Banner bid her "Oh, no no. That's not a question I need answered." She chuckled. "Pepper?" Tony looked around to meet her wife's amused glance "No thank you" she simply dismissed the offer, in her typical polite manner.
"The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code." Stark beamed when the round table was over. "Yes, well that's, uh, that's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one." Thor said getting up, lifted his hammer lightly and flipped it. "You're all not worthy. " You all chorused in disagreement and laughed.
It was in that moment that Steve's phone ringtone filled the air.
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Soul Healer (Loki x Reader)
Fanfiction"I'm sorry" you said to him, not taking your eyes away from the screen. "I beg your pardon?" Now it was his turn to be confused. He turned to look at you. "I am sorry that people had to see and kept to remember a twisted version of yourself. For wha...
