A series of extremely weird stories surrounding our favourite mischievous anti-hero!
...and maybe the occasional Tom Hiddleston one too ;)
⚠️ This story may contain language that Steve would not approve of. Viewer discretion is advised.
🛑 I do no...
It was just like every other day in the compound; and by that, you meant chaos. The compound was chaos.
For some reason, there was wide variety of different coloured silly string coating the walls of the common area, specifically over Vision's tower of toasters that he 'saved' from Costco. Clint was hanging upside-down from the vents after, what you're assuming, was a prank gone wrong; Natasha was (probably) rightfully threatening him with a taser because of it. Thor was sitting in a dark corner, huddling with 'army' of Pop-Tarts, forming some sort of battle plan. Wanda and Pietro were sitting on the couch, hysterically crying because the Notebook was on, Vision was trying to comfort them both to no avail. Tony was dancing on the bar shirtless, singing (quite terribly) to Aqua's Barbie Girl. Bucky and Sam were trying to one-up each other on the 'best' pick-up lines they could come up with, much to poor Peter's chagrin. And Bruce—sweet, sweet Bruce—was about to have a nervous breakdown because of shit hitting the fan.
It truly was pure chaos.
Deciding that it would probably just be better to venture off into your shared room with Loki, you left the rest of the gang to their psychotic tendencies.
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Silence.
"Perfect." You smiled.
Looking around the room that you shared, you noticed that it was absolutely filthy. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, Loki's books were everywhere (literally), the rubbish bin was overflowing, paper from your failed drawings littered the floor...it was just a mess.
Deciding that you could use your spare time wisely, you connected your phone to your speaker and began belting out your favourite tunes. Slowly—due to your constant need to dance to your favourites—you began to clean what was known as your room. Clothes were either neatly folded away or were tossed in the hamper, the rubbish and paper were carefully separated and were disposed of. Now came the fun part, Loki's books.
Putting Loki's books back was a challenge. Things were organised in such a meticulous way that you were sure he would notice if one was out of place just by walking through the door. Shoving some books in (hopefully) the right place, you notice that one won't budge further than half-way into the shelf.
"Why won't this stupid book go into its place?" You continued to try and push the book in, but it just wouldn't budge. Scared that you would damage it, you pulled the book back out, and began to investigate.
"Something must be blocking the book. God knows what he's shoved onto these shelves." Quickly moving some things around, you come across a nice wooden box, with a golden rose on the lid. Wonder what could be in here?
Hoping that you were opening Asgard's version of Pandora's box (your boyfriend would be the one to own such a thing), you carefully unlatched it, and lifted the lid. There pretty much was just a bunch of junk. Some Asgardian gold coins, crumpled pieces of paper and a-
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Is that what I think it is?
Can't be. I'm imagining things. Maybe someone spiked my water?
The most beautiful emerald ring that you had ever seen was sitting inside a little velvet box. The intricate swirling of the rose gold ring perfectly encompassed the large tear-drop gem.
He's going to propose. Your eyes widened.
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Running out of your room, you made your way back to the common area, hoping to find your magnificent boyfriend. Finding him on the couch, you sat down next to him and stared into his eyes, hoping to find some sort of indication that proved that you did, in fact, find an engagement ring.
Deciding that you should just test the waters, you spoke, "Loki, I found something that I shouldn't have when cleaning our room..."
"Whatever did you find, my dear?" He didn't even look up from his book when he answered, that meant war.
"Something green that's expensive and shiny and was hidden in a wooden box on your bookshelf." His eyes widened, and he coughed.
"I have not a clue what you are talking about, love." You frowned, you wanted to coax it out of him.
"Is it not for me?" Cue the fake tears.
He sputtered, "of course it's for you, Darling. Who else would it be for?" Got him, you smiled.
"You're going to propose." That seemed to have caught the attention of the rest of the Avengers, as the chaos seemed to stop.
"Of course, I was. Now put it back where you found it and pretend you didn't see it." You huffed.
"Na-uh, Trickster. Ever heard of finders-keepers. We're engaged now." He laughed and kissed your cheek.
"Are you not going to do the whole, get down on one knee, declare your love bullshit?" Tony asked. Clearly, he doesn't remember his elaborate proposal to Pepper.
"Will you marry me, Darling?" He asked, a hint of laughter in his eyes.
"You're stuck with me now!" You grinned, he smiled, everyone celebrated.
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I don't know what this was, but I kinda like it :)
