Loki x Reader (18+). Smut, Violence, Mature Language.
Some people call you good, some call you evil, but you like to think you're somewhere in between. The public doesn't really know of your existence, but the higher powers in the world, from crime...
"So what are you gonna wear tonight?" Nat asks as you hit the boxing pads, mainly landing jabs as you train.
"My pyjamas, and then I'm going to go to bed," you reply, feeling the sweat dripping from your forehead as you continue firing out punches.
"You do realise there's no way Stark's letting you skip out on your own birthday party," Nat lowers her hands, taking off the mitts as you toss your boxing gloves aside.
"But don't you think it's a bad idea, all the work I've done to stay out of the public eye for years undone just like that," you question, grabbing a towel and using it to dry your face.
"Trust me, the people that are coming tonight probably couldn't give less of a fuck who's birthday it actually is. So that's not even an excuse," Nat scolds lightheartedly, as you wrap the towel around your neck and head into the elevator with her.
"Fine, but I'm still wearing my pyjamas," you say as you the doors open in front of you.
"Over my dead body you are," Stark shouts over from the kitchen as the two of you enter the common area again.
"How did you even hear that?" you yell to him, walking up the stairs to your room.
"Wait one second," you hear Wanda call out down the hallway from your room, and you turn around, spotting the garment bags in her hands, "Here, take these."
"Guys-"
"Nope, you aren't getting out of this one, now go get ready," she shoves the bags onto you and ushers you away.
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How did you end up wearing this, you wonder as you look in your bedroom mirror, adjusting the short red dress. Surprisingly, it was the least scandalous of the options Wanda gave you.
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There's a sudden knock on your door, and you adjust your hair slightly before opening it.
"You look great," the sorceress squeals excitedly, practically dragging you out of the room.
The music from downstairs is already audible from across the entire floor, and you reluctantly follow Maximoff down the hall.
"Trust me, just let loose, I guarantee you'll have a good time," she winks, scurrying down the stairs, leaving you alone at the top.
"Oh no," you mumble under your breath, a spotlight shining on Stark across the room, holding a microphone in his hand. There's a massive crowd, most of whom you don't remotely recognise.
"Can I have a big welcome for our guest of honour, Y/N," he practically screams into the microphone, the people whooping and hollering in response.
He makes his way over to you, and hands you the microphone.
"Well, I uhh, want to thank you all for coming tonight," you say off the cuff, passing the microphone back to Stark.
