malevolence [lokixreader]

reunited

"It's only for a few months, Stark."

The god of thunder leant against the dark, marbled kitchen island. He slid a fine document decorated in golden ink across to the man.

"Odin's orders."

Tony brought his hand to his neck, scratching it anxiously as the gods stood before him. The cogs in his brain were almost visible as he weighed the pros and cons of allowing Loki to wreak havoc in the tower - he couldn't exactly say no to a norse ruler.

Nick Fury's signature painted the bottom of the page, earning a heavy sigh from the avenger. He definitely had no choice.

"Show him to his room." Tony signed the paper, sliding it aside before taking a sip of his coffee.

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Loki's room was positioned at the end of the hallway, the insides completely plain. He got to work straight away, using his green mist to conjure rather gothic furniture and a beautiful brunswick green colour on the walls.

"My room is opposite, and Y/N's is to the side. Don't be shy." Thor smiled politely, taking in the room's new surroundings. He exited before Loki had the chance to respond, leaving him wondering of the girl next door.

Loki left his room, having done all that he needed, and made his way to the training room. To his surprise, it was occupied.

"Reindeer games, we meet again." You smirk, setting down your sword.

Your first meeting wasn't exactly the greatest - with the both of you having knives to each-other's throat on the edge of a building. A few months down the line, and here the cocky bastard was.

He cleared his throat, conjuring a dagger and twirling it between his fingers before stalking towards you.

"Rematch?" You guessed, raising an eyebrow and stretching quickly.

The god didn't answer, instead his hand latching onto your neck, growing tighter by the second.

"Oops." You looked him in the eye, faking a choking noise. Slipping from his grip, your body morphed into an anaconda as you wrapped your body around his leg, his face a painting of shock.

You fell to the floor, Loki's body appearing at the opposite end of the gym. Looking behind the window was a rather entertained Thor, silently cheering you on. Grinning, you morphed back into human form and ran at Loki, who now had you surrounded.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you picked your sword up from the floor, walking slowly towards the one you believed to be the real Loki. A laugh was heard behind you as the duplicates disappeared, the god taking your arm from behind and twisting it - your sword dropping once more.

"I win."
His heavy breath was warm against your neck, his firm chest pressed to your back. Shivers ran down your spine.

"No," You released your arm from his grip, collecting your sword and pushing him against the wall, "You don't."

You brought the sword to his neck, creating a small slit just under his jaw. You weren't afraid to kill him right here, right now. His face turned pale, his smirk masking how afraid he really was and eyes locking with yours. You released him from your grip, watching him storm out of the gym.

"Forgive my brother, he doesn't like to lose." Thor stood in the doorway, laughing at the easy defeat.

"You can say that again." You chuckled, sliding your sword into its holder and placing it in the corner. Thor walked you back to your room, sharing stories of Loki.

"Trust me Y/N, he's not as...hostile...as he may seem. He'll warm up to you." The god looked concerned as you arrived at your door, worry glistening in his eyes. He really cared for his brother.

You closed the door after exchanging goodbyes, turning to flick the lights on but stopping dead in your tracks as the figure of a man sauntered towards you. It stopped in front of you, pushing you against the wall angrily.

"I don't like losing."

"Evidently."

You looked around, watching his left hand against the wall as he leaned over you. A sharp edge was brought to your throat, forcing you to look face to face with the god of mischief.

"Don't get cheeky with me, pretty girl." His voice was coarse, a harsh whisper in your ear.

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" You bit your lip, hiding a condescending smile.

"I think you're stupid to mess with me." Loki spat, clenching his jaw as he dragged his dagger down your throat, over your collarbone, under your shirt.

"Try me."