loki x Fem!reader soul mate scar

chapter 20

Loki was dumbstruck.

Never before in his life had somone other than his mom convinced him so easily of doing somthing but here he was standing in Starks kitchen wearing an apron decorated with cartoon charactors that the woman had called "animaniacs" and looked at him with an expression of pity when he asked what they were.

"Stay focused your highness this is a delicate step." You command forcibly to the god holding an empty bowl.

"I am holding an empty bowl that you have already finished using his exactly is this step in any way delicate?" The distaste in his voice for his currant task is almost comical but you are currently cutting out the biscuits (just realized that for my non-american readers these are not your usual biscuits. Of you want a better discription please ask!) With a large circular -and get this- biscuit cutter.

After poping them into the oven you turn back to the god, who is still holding an empty bowl. "Oh you could've put that down ages ago love." Taking the dish from him you return it to the proper place in the cabinet. "Now for the SOS d" you say exitedly.

"Why would you need to signal a boat?" The prince inquires much to your amusment. In response to your quiet laughing he frowns in confusion. "That is the correct translation is it not? Save our ship?"

Dumping the ground breakfast sausage into the pan you shake your head. "Yeah it usually means that unless your cooking in which case it stands for 'shit on a slab' though much better tasting when I make it."

"I see" he lets a breif pause occur before breaking the silence. "Is there anyway I could help?"

You gasp dramatically "The almightly prince of Asgard watns to help?! " you pick up the spatula and wave it threataningly in his direction. "Who are you and what have you done with Loki?"

He smirks at your antics "I do help you know. My mother did not neglect me."

You notice the shadow of double meaning behind his statment, but decode not to question him. You havent known him long enough for that. Sudenly you get an idea and return the gods smirk. "Actually I have an idea if you would be willing?"

"I sense a note of mischief do I not?" He inquires with an eyebrow raise.

"Indeed you do my prince." You reply with a mock curtsy. "Have you ever baked before?"

"I have."

You grin wickedly. "Lets see how well these avengers know me hum?"

About an hour later the avengers were gathered around one pf the many dining room tables, though dinner as a group was not mandatory nobody was going to miss out on one of your meals.

"Lady- err Y/n this is even better than last time!" Thors quip was slightly disoriented but the copious amount of food he'd shoved into his mouth.

"I concur!" You favorite bird brain agrees from his chair while holding no less than four biscuits slathered in enough butter to give a cow nightmares for weeks.

Bruce nods his head "Although I am concerned as to what you've put im these." He eyes his plays wairaly by but continues eating nonetheless.

You grin at his rationality. "Don't worry Bruce, as long as you stay away from the butter you'll be fine."

Both Clint and Tony freeze and turn to you "Y/n. Whats in the butter?" You let out an evil cackle at the pleadimg expression on the billionaires face.

"Wouldn't you like to know weatherboy"

Both over grown children go back resignedly to their food, knowing full well that if you didn't want to tell them then they would just have to wait.

After most of dinner was finished you disappear to the kitchen and reappear with three large pans of brownies.

Natasha's eyes light up with a sadly uncharacteristic joy. The rest of the group also perk up staring in anticipation, even Tony and Clint taking a break from pouting to look up.

"Brownies!" You unnessesaraly announce to the team of super heroes.

As the chocolate treats are passed out everyone bites down with various sounds of approval. "Oh my God these are the best thing you've ever made y/n"

You grin at Clint's comment but are quickly distracted by the tears on Thor's face. "Thor what's the matter?"

He gives a shake of his head and with a smile grabs another brownie before forcing into his brothers hand. "Brother eat"

Loki cocks an eyebrow but for once decides not to be an utter ass and takes a bite.

"Does it not taste like mother's?" Thor asks excitedly while consuming his third helping of desert.

Loki sets the brownie down before giving a nonchalant shrug. "I suppose they are not the worst modgaurd has to offer but they are nothing next to mother's."

Thor gives a disapproving shake of his head before turning back to his food.

You turn to Nat for her mark of approval and are satisfied you see ur spread so openly across her normally stotic face. "You like them Tasha?"

She looks you dead in the eyes and gives a nod. "You are forgiven for not being In touch"

Knowing that this was just about the pivotal point of success you soak up the attention before addressing the team again "Well since you like then did much I feel I have the obligation to tell you that Loki-" out of the corner of your eye you notice the prince -though very subtly- stiffen "-was forced to wash all of the dishes"

Natasha's eyebrow raises but if she were to say anything the idea is abolished by the loud laughing of Thor. "Brother you remember the last time we washed dishes?"

Loki smirks with obvious amusement at the memory so you settle down in a chair grabbing one of the chocolate treats. As you bite in you fight back a moan at the taste, but fortunately the remainder of the team hve become invested in the story droping from Loki's lips.

Pretty lips

Shut. Up.

Bye bye my lovly little vulcan potatoes!

Live long and prosper 🖖

~lambes bread~