The Nexus Event (Loki x reader)

Roxxcart

a/n: uhh so turns out that second year uni is actually quite a lot of work... who woulda thought it?? apologies for the long wait but here's a new chapter! i'm not abandoning this fic (it's my therapy for the loki series) but i can't promise regular chapters i'm afraid:(( i hope you'll stick around anyway, and that you enjoy this chapter<33 

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Seconds after you're through the other side of the door, you're soaked to the skin and freezing cold. The rain lashes down from the sky so violently that it feels as though a thousand tiny shards of ice are piercing your skin.

A few of the minutemen ahead of you are shouting to one another, but the sound of wind and rain drowns them out when you try and hear what they're talking about. Lightning flashes and there's a loud rumble of thunder; Loki looks to the sky, his eyes squinting shut against the rain.

When you look forward again the minutemen are moving quickly towards the entrance of the huge Roxxcart ahead of you, the car park of which you are stood in, you now realise.

Mobius places a hand on your back and, not un-gently, guides you forward. You follow Loki and the minutemen, head bowed against the ferocious weather.

Once inside, you stand in a loose circle, shivering and dripping rainwater all over the floor. Loki appears to roll his shoulders, and in a flash of green is dry all of a sudden.

"The hell was that?" B-15 asks aggressively, stepping backwards slightly.

Loki rolls his eyes.

"That was me using magic to dry my clothes, so I don't announce myself with every squeaky step like the rest of you." he replies simply, addressing her as though she's a child.

B-15 stares him down for a second before turning away.

"Take both teams and sweep the storm shelter." she tells a minuteman.

"Yes ma'am." he replies, before signalling to some of the others and heading away towards what you have to assume is the storm shelter.

"Loki, Y/N and I are gonna check out the green house, we'll meet you-,"

"No." B-15 interrupts Mobius abruptly.

"No?" Mobius asks, eyebrows raised.

"You go with D-90 and her. He stays with me." she says, pointing first at you, and then Loki.

"What are you... he's under my supervision." Mobius argues, stepping forward.

"This is my field op, Mobius." B-15 says firmly, standing her ground.

You turn and look around as Mobius retaliates angrily, tuning out. You can hear the storm raging outside, and your heart fills with sympathy for the refugees inside the storm shelter. They must be terrified.

A violent shiver travels up your spine, and you hug your arms to your chest. It's freezing in here, and you're soaked through. Until suddenly you're not.

You look down in confusion at your now dry body and gear, and then over at Loki. He's not looking at you.

Thanks.

Get out.

It's the first time he's talked to you through his mind. You turn away, trying really hard not to smile.

"Mobius, it's fine. It's fine," Loki says, as though he hadn't been talking to you moments before, stepping forward, having had enough of the bickering.