Multi-Fandom Oneshots

Second Chances- Loki Laufeyson

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Loki will never forget the first time he saw her fighting for her planet's safety beside his brother. He didn't know exactly what to expect when trying to take over Midgard, but it wasn't seeing someone as beautiful as her putting her life on the line for people who more than likely would demonize her if she succeeded.

He wishes he could say that seeing her didn't interfere with his strategy, but it did. He tried to keep her out of the heaviest of the battles, hoping she would survive. He hates himself for it, of course. If he were in his right mind, he would have never allowed anything to derail his plans, especially a human.

But he did, and it's what lost him the battle and got him sent back to Asgard.

Throughout his mistreatment there, he could only think of her.

What she was doing, how she was doing, whether her injuries healed nicely, and whether she hated him.

These thoughts only drove him mad— since when did he care what anyone thought of him, let alone whether they hated him? And for a Midgardian woman to change that? It was a disgrace. He wished he could rid himself of those feelings. Of those fears. Of those desires.

And it seems that's all he ever did when it came to that woman.

Wish.

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You're ashamed to say that you think of the God of Mischief often. Sure, he tried to take over your planet, brought an alien invasion upon New York City, and mind-controlled your friend, but you still don't wish any ill will against him.

You've always been able to empathize with even the hardest of people— or gods— to feel for. It never stopped you from protecting the innocent and doing what you need to do in order to succeed, but it doesn't mean you didn't feel for the bad guys. You choose to believe that they're just misled.

Your teammates call you ignorant. And maybe you are, but you'd rather go through life thinking the best of people instead of the worst.

If people can't redeem themselves, what are you fighting for?

"Hey, sunshine, you almost done?" Tony calls from outside your bedroom door.

"Yeah, grumpy, almost done," you reply, tying your sneakers. You open the door, unsurprised to find Tony looking bored.

"Listen, I know you like to take your sweet time, but it's getting ridiculous."

"Tony, you were kept waiting for ten minutes," you sigh, walking past him and toward the elevator. He catches up with you, hitting the button.

"Ten minutes too long."

"I could have met you there. I'm not incapable of getting myself places."

"If I let you walk alone Natasha would castrate me," he mumbles as you step into the elevator.