Finally Found You (Loki x Gender Neutral Reader)

Chapter 12 - Gym time

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Y/n's pov

I rush through my door, flop onto the bed and squish the pillow to my chest. God that was... alright, they are all nice, but I don't think i've ever met so many new people at once. I sigh, rolling onto my back and replaying everything that happened at breakfast many times over, cringing at everything I did and said. I shake my head, at least I didn't blow up again!

A few hours go by and I am bored out of my brain, then just as I think I can't bear the boredom any longer, there's a knock on my door—it's Nat, here to save me."

"Hello? Come in!"

"Hey Y/n I was wondering if you would like to go to the gym with me, thought it could get you out of this room." She smiles.

"Oh, sure I'll just change out of my jeans then I'll be out." I jump out of my bed as Nat closes the door and waits outside. Out of the clothes that Thor brought me yesterday I choose to put on these baggy shorts and a tight, stretchy long-sleeved shirt. I grab my old mp3 and earphones from my bag and then walk out of my room, feeling kind of pumped to go to the gym.

Nat's eyes widen briefly as she looks at me, "Well look at you, you have been hiding your guns!"

"Haha, well they aren't as big as Steve's, that's for sure." We both chuckle and I follow Nat down myriads of stairs to a humongous gym.

"Wow..." I gape with amazement, this could fit a good 5 houses in here. I can't wait to explore this place.

"I know, everyone does their training here, you can fight and practice climbing and what you may call 'parkour'"

"I can't do any of those things, you got normal gym equipment?"

"Oh yeah? I have a feeling you'll will be surprised. Anyway, the normal gym equipment and machines are over there if you wish to ease in. Do what you want, you are welcome to use the whole facility, I'd recommend it, it's good fun." Nat winks and sets off into an arena with a person who was fully padded up.

I'll be surprised? What does that mean? Oh well, I decide to just work out how I usually do in the normal gym area. I stick my earphones in my ears and in my mp3 player, then press play, sighing as my playlist seeps through me.

I worked out a lot at 'home' it was the one thing my parents allowed me to do out of the house except from college. I went to an old free gym that only had weights, bars and ancient gymnastic equipment. Because of this I was very flexible, balanced, (when I concentrated) and quite strong, even though the clothes I usually wear around made me look quite skinny. Going to that gym was a good release and getaway from my house.

As I finish warming up I turn to look at Nat who is completely destroying the poor guy in the arena

Oh.

My.

God.

Good thing he has pads on. I think I'll just stay over here for now...

I go to a rack of dumbells and start my gym routine.

After about 30 minutes I take a break to drink some water and breathe. Once again I look over at Nat who now has that guy twisted in a headlock on the floor.

I'm sure he's fine, right? Yes, he got up. Phew...

The guy shakes Nat's hand and limps out of the arena. Nat looks only the slightest but tired, she stretches then a different padded guy comes into the arena, looking very scared at what she just did to the first guy.

How does she do that? Don't mess with Nat is probably the straightforward answer. I nervously chuckle and continue with my workout. I wonder if I'd ever be able to do that.

~~~time skip~~~

It is now 4pm and I have been working out for almost 7 hours. I am finishing my barbell squats, feeling damp from the sweat sticking to my clothes. Nat walks over, she's changed and looks a little concerned. I put the barbell on the stand and sit down, taking a few breaths for myself.

"I have to say, that is quite impressive for a 19 year-old collage kid."

I nod, hearing that before from people at my old gym.

Nat continues, "Did you have a trainer or did you get to this point by yourself?"

"Myself."

Nat pouts and nods. I usually like work out until I feel numb from the pain. My muscles always healed after a few hours anyway, which confuses me, other people always complain the day after about sore muscles, not me. I guess they just want an excuse to not work out, I wouldn't blame them, I can be a drama queen if I want to. But then again, why am I the only person who works out for more than 2 hours.

Nat holds her hand out and pulls me up. "You can ask Jarvis for more water or a towel, you know."

"Don't tell me I have to meet another person!"

"No, Jarvis is A.I, just say his name and he'll answer, I got to go and finish my training, you stay safe and don't be a stranger." Nat then walks back out of the gym.

This place must be expensive jeez, A.I.? Did she say just say his name? This better, not be a prank.

"Um, Jarvis?"

"Hello y/n how can I help you?" Fuck, where did that come from?

"Wow, um hello, may I have a clean towel?"

"Yes you may Y/n, just go to the hole near the plants."

"Ok, thank you."

I walk to the big pot of plants and a new rolled towel pops out from the floor. I catch it and wipe my sweaty face off.

"Wow, so cool."

I leave the towel around my neck and start to do some cool down stretches. I will be here a lot, it's better than laying in that practically empty room that's for sure.