✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚡 | 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

"This way, ladies." Happy Hogan says, opening the elevator door for you and MJ. She walks faster in anticipation. You grab her arm, "he's fine. If he wasn't we wouldn't be here." you say, which was the truth. You didn't smell a thing. If there was blood- you'd know. Being it is your only source of food. Not that anyone else knew that. MJ sighs and keeps walking. "Doesn't matter."

You both open the last door with Happy trailing behind you. "Peter!" MJ smiled, quickly going to hug him. Other Avengers stood in uniform around the room. You take a step to the side and look around for Peter's phone. You see it utterly destroyed on the floor. "Hm." you hum. "Careful, the shredded metal is quite sharp." Vision spoke up. You take a glance up and ignore his warning. You listen in on your two friends assuring conversation. "Thanks for coming Y/n," Peter said.

"It's no hassle. I'm glad your alright." you smile, placing down the destroyed phone. You and Peter both look over to a coming sound. Loud. Thor came right through the window in a flash. "My brother's arrival is upon us. In containment of course." Thor smiles. "This way, Mortals!" he adds, hammer up. You watch MJ begin to walk with Peter. "Stay here, alright?" she furrows her brows. "Hell no! We thought you died!" "I did not." you correct her. "We're coming." Peter sighs, before grabbing her hand and letting her follow.

As you walk through the corridors you hear the pounding in the distance. It made you slightly edge. That's when you all arrived. A figure stood with his back turned in a glass cell. "Ah, I don't believe we've met. What is your name, fine maiden?" Thor interrupted, looking at you. You had been standing there with everyone else ever since he got here. He's an airhead for sure. "Y/n," you say simply. "Could you court somewhere else brother? I am supposed to be intimated am I not?" His voice was slick and alluring. "I'm glad that is not what is happening here," you say loudly. "Not into blondes," you add. "Sorry Steve," Tony says, before also patting Thor's back. "Where's the scepter Loki?" Steve asks crossed arms. "Tell us and we'll maybe let you out of this box." you look around the room. And a smell edges into your nose. Blood.

"I didn't think you used torture as a persuasion tactic here," you speak up in anger. Frost giant blood. "Yeah- we don't.." "It can be arranged." "We do not follow those tactics at this facility ma'am." you roll your eyes. "Why's he bleeding then?" you ask, nonchalantly. They all look at the prince. Where all he looked was you. "It appears not all of you are incompetent." Loki smirks. He rids himself of the illusion and shows a few small cuts on his face and neck. His chain marks showed boldly on his pale complexion.

"I suppose one of you- will have to treat me." he entices. "Hell no. You'll make it." Tony argues. "Enough! Give my brother a week. He will tell us the truth." Thor demands dominantly. "A week." Steve agree's walking out. The others follow. Peter grabs MJ and pulls both of them out, as you do too.

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You walk through the same hallway from earlier, invisible from the cameras. You sneak through the last door and turn yourself visible. "Sneaking in on me? Scandalous I must say." Loki says, turning around. You pull off your duffel bag and open it to show healing supplies. "Those chains are carbon-based right?" you ask, going through the bottles. He stays silent. "Too much exposure for frost giants fries their skin. I used to coat it in my arrows," you tell.

You slide the bottle into the flap of the prison. "I stole that so, use as much as you want." he looks at you, before taking the bottle. "Your not one of them are you?" you zip the duffel again. "No. But I like mortals. They deserve protection. Some of them do. Hurry up with the alcohol will you? Your smell is getting stronger." you cover your nose. "And how do I know this isn't a trick?" you roll your eyes and grab a few pieces of bread. You throw it in the flap, before sitting down in a crisscross fashion in front of the glass box.