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"A pillow?"

Plunging deeply into the girl before him, Loki was desperately trying to chase his release. He had been having his way with this woman for hours and hadn't cum once. He'd shoved his cock down her throat, taken her from behind, let her ride him, taken her against the wall but nothing was working. His mind was plagued. He couldn't focus. He knew he was eager to finally cum but he just couldn't. His mind was on her. Y/N.

After their interaction in the kitchen. Loki hadn't stopped thinking about her. The way he felt in her presence. The sparks he felt dance along his fingers when they brushed hers. The smile he saw grace her face as he turned around to leave after wishing her a goodnight. Loki knew it was wrong. How could he let his thoughts be corrupted by her? He barley knew her. Yet he felt he could trust her. That was the main thing that bedevilled his mind. How could he trust someone that was found at an enemy base and claimed to not know anything about them? How could he trust this stranger that posed a threat to the team, posted a threat to his brother? He couldn't. So why was his mind telling him he could.

"Y-yes yES YESSSSS"

Snapping back into reality, Loki looked down at the woman laying beneath him with the look of pleasure covering her face. He thrusted into her a few more times until he finally climaxed. Instead of feeling pleasure stricken, Loki just felt a feeling of finalllyyyy wash over him. He proceeded to pull out, stand up and begin to put his clothes on.

"That was fun, we should do that ag—"

"That wasn't fun and we should definitely not to that again" Loki said silencing the woman as he began to leave.

Meanwhile, y/n was at the compound sparring with Natasha. She'd sometimes find herself biting her tongue when she'd feel her nickname for the woman try to slip out.

Widow

Y/N missed her. She missed their relationship. She missed how they used to go on night outs together and get drunk. She missed how Natasha would pretend they were in a relationship with each other whenever guys would hit on them. She missed how they'd walk back into the compound, intoxicated, and collapse onto Natashas bed. She missed how in her drunk state, Natasha would sometimes whisper Yelena as she'd pull y/n closer. Natasha rarely spoke about her life or family outside the avengers, but one night she'd told y/n about her sister and how much she missed her. Y/N felt gratified knowing that in this drunk state, Natasha thought she was hugging her dear sister and that it was soothing her. Y/N really missed Natasha.

After returning to her room, y/n heard a knock at the door.

"Come in"

Y/N then saw an orange portal opening in front of her. Choking from the shock, y/n threw the closest thing she had to her at it.

"Ow"

"Strange?"

"A pillow?"

"Closest thing I had to me"

"Fair enough"

Approaching y/n, Strange began to speak. He spoke about how he knew who y/n was and that the spell didn't affect him because he knew it was taking place. He spoke about the power of the reality stone and how it had chosen her as its host. He spoke about the power she had within her but it was pretty pointless at the realisation that she couldn't use it again.

"So I can't bend reality to my will?" Y/n asked faking annoyance

"No y/n you can't. Not again. The damage you've already done is enough. We can't risk you destroying our reality." Stephen said in a cheery tone

"Hearing you talk about me destroying our reality in such a happy tone doesn't sit right with me strange. Are you not worried?"

"Worried?"

"Yes worried, reality depends on a woman who can't even put her plug head into the socket right the first time"

"No one can. I'm the sorcerer supreme, a neurosurgeon and a master of the mystic arts and even I haven't mastered that yet. Besides, why would I be worried? You're never going to use the stone again"

"How are you so sure"

"Let me say it slower. You - will - destroy - our - reality - if - you - wield - that - stone - again"

"Compelling argument. But what if I wanted to go to a concert and all the tickets were sold out? Couldn't I just alter reality a tiny bit and get one?" She replied tapping her lip in a thinking motion

"This isn't a joke y/n, you can't change reality anymore than you have. You can't make Loki remember you"

"What? How did you—"

"Know? Y/N I know you cared deeply for him and you still do- can I sit down?"

"Sure" she replied gesturing to her bed

Sitting down, Strange continued to talk

"I'm surprised you let me stand for that long, as I was talking I was thinking surely she'll offer me a seat soon but you just never did, anyways where was I? Oh yes. I know you cared deeply for him and you still do but I cannot allow you to risk tearing this reality apart just for him".

"It hurts Stephen" she said pointing to her chest

"I know"

"Every time he looks at me, I can see the emptiness in his eyes. It really hurts" she said as tears began to fill her eyes.

"Ummm.. I'm going to hug you now" he said putting his arms out

She put her head against his chest as she hugged him and started sobbing

"This is weird" he commented looking down at her
As she sat there, head to Stephens chest, her door knocked.

"Come in" she said trying her hardest to speak

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realise you had company. I'll come back later"

"Loki wait" she said leaving Stephens embrace and standing up to walk to the door

"I'll see you later y/n" and with that he was gone.