A Worthy Adversary (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 3 - I had it covered

You step out onto the light-coloured gravel, Loki tossing you back the keys.

"What was that little catchphrase of yours again, it was plastered all over the news. Freedom is-" you stop, unable to think of the next word.

"Life's great lie," he completes your sentence.

"You really think that?" you ask doubtfully, as you press your finger against the door's thumbprint detector.

"Of course," he responds, not even needing a second to think.

"Good, because you aren't wrong," you shrug, the door opening out in front of you.

"I'm sorry, you agree with me?" he questions in disbelief, following you down the extensive corridor.

"Obviously, but there was a singular flaw with your logic. I assume you haven't yet figured out what it was," you reply, kicking off your black leather boots.

"Pray do tell," he inquires, a note of sarcasm in his voice.

"It was the fact that you set yourself up as the ruler. People crave subjugation, you're not wrong about that, but not from a tyrant. They will only ever rebel," you explain, opening the fridge and taking out an ice pack.

"They need a gracious leader, someone who actually cares that they're alive. You didn't really think people would respond well to some random outsider invading with an entire army, did you," you ask rhetorically.

Loki doesn't respond, seemingly pondering your input. What he did was wrong, yes, but his philosophy wasn't entirely. It's true that people need a ruler to guide them, and god knows Earth could do with a bit guidance.

"My sincerest apologies for overestimating the intellect of you humans," he remarks sardonically.

"You're forgiven," you ignore his clearly mocking tone, putting the icepack on your knuckles.

Loki looks at you, curiosity is his stare.

"What do you even do?" he scoffs, leaning back against the wall.

"I solve problems. Someone gives me a brief outline on what they need fixed, and I fix it. Simple as," you summarise.

His cold, menacing glare almost sends shivers down your spine. You would like to say you aren't easily intimidated, but in all honesty, it's your constant fear of everything around you that drives you. 

"Anyways, turn left from your room and the third door on your right is the library, foods in here, I think that covers it," you walk back down the hall to your workshop, hearing Loki's light footsteps heading back upstairs.

You sit down on a stool, opening up your laptop and researching the people you're going to meet tonight. You realise an undercover operation may not be the best idea, especially with a new guest in your house, but this one is necessary. 

You received a tip about an extremely dangerous weapon being sold, and it would be detrimental if it fell into the wrong hands.

The meeting is going to be held in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night, so you need to make sure you are prepared for every possible outcome. 

All you could find out about the seller was his name, Silvio Moretti. Either the name is fake, or he cleared any and all information about himself in preparation. You don't blame him, you would do the exact same thing.

You finish off making a few minuscule tracking devices, you have to get this weapon no matter what.

Although it might not seem like it sometimes, you do usually have the world's best interest at heart. You could make an earth-destroying weapon any day, but you don't, because it's outright ridiculous for someone to have that kind of power.