Life with Loki - short stories

Something, at First Sight - I *

Summary: This is not a story of 'charismatic God of Mischief roams about fucking everything while you are secretly in love with him'. No. This is a story about you, the charismatic sister of Stark, who roams around fucking everything while Loki is secretly in love with you.
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Note: Ok, my heart and pride was getting hurt with how often I was reading this situation but with Loki being the sex magnet and the reader being this little heartbroken simp. I've never written anything so mean between Loki and the reader like this before, but I had too. Remember to give the reader (yourself) some power sometimes xx
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Tags/Warnings: Strangers to Friends / Friends to ? / Avenger Loki / Badass, Bisexual, Stark, Hypersexual, Avenger (F) Reader / Possible Unrequited Love / Fluff / Sadness / Angst / Heartbreak / Sex Shaming
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It wasn't a love at first sight, but it was perhaps a comfort at first sight? Or a trust at first sight? He wasn't sure how to explain that feeling when he first met you. But it was something.

That first month was hell. A pure hell of the finest kind. Both Asgardian brothers had arrived back to earth with the remaining survivors of their previous kingdom; Asgard - now fallen because of their estranged sister, Hela. It was no easy situation for Loki to be in Avengers Tower, as you could imagine. The hits that his pride and patience had endured, the emotional beatings that he tolerated —he accepted them because he did feel that they were deserved, regarding his past actions— were all mounting on top of him. The mean looks, the snide remarks; Loki was walking on edge that entire month. Honestly, he was extremely exhausted of life. Exhausted of what was, of what had been. The exhausted, once unknowingly tortured God wanted a fresh start of some kind, and then like a flicker of hope — he met you.

He remembers that day well. Leaving his room in order to replenish himself, he was approaching the kitchen when he heard his brother's booming voice, and a softer, gentler voice that was also laughing loudly in unison. He had never heard a voice like yours. He felt the comfort before he saw you, and then when he turned the corner and finally did see you —placing a face to that dreamy voice he was sure could even soothe him to sleep— he felt that immediate feeling. It was something at first sight, not love, but something. He would never have admitted it then, but he had taken an instant liking to you that day. Even when Thor introduced the two of you in the kitchen at that moment, you willing offered your hand for him to shake. To touch. You had just returned from a two month mission with Rogers and Barnes, but you were damn well aware of just who Loki was. Nevertheless, the smile on your face was sincere, and your handshake was firm, yet, he would now reminisce on how your palms felt so warm and soft, that he had felt another alien feeling of wanting to curl up within your palm and snooze away, safely.

He soon learnt about you, as it appeared that Thor was one of your biggest cheerleaders and would boast about you to his brother's secretly willing ear. He had learnt that the both of you shared a quite a number of similarities, such as: you preferred knives to guns for your method of fighting. You were extremely witty, sarcastic and charismatic, yet you were patient, friendly, and gentle with the biggest heart. When you weren't off ridding the world of evil, you were back here creating and running your own charities. Loki also learnt that you preferred darker coloured clothing, you preferred whisky to wine, but the most interesting piece of information he learnt of you, was that you were the sister to Tony Stark. And although you had a grace about you, although you enjoyed quiet time to reflect and, or recharge; you were still a Stark, and you could be just as brash, extroverted, and mouthy, as your older brother. However, that did not stop the growth of emotion about you, that was within Loki.

It started with him lurking around, listening for your voice, and then gravitating towards said communal room you were in. The natural friendship that he found with you —which was also something that he had never sincerely experienced in his long life— meant an incredible deal to him. The smallest action to you, like the action of making him tea, was the largest action to him. Because he was deprived. Severely deprived of kindness, and you just had so much to give. Then it developed into him seeking you out, and soon, you became the definition of best friends, who would grab coffee together, cook together, watch movies, listen to music, even pull pranks together. Most importantly, you would confined in each other. Both of you had such similar childhoods: full of trauma.