Loki One Shots

Valkyrie

The benefits of working at Stark Industries were endless. Valerie's favorite part was using the gym the Avengers use to train. She was using the actual punching bag Captain America, Steve Rogers uses to work off her anger.

Valerie had bumped into her ex-husband yesterday with his new girlfriend. They were only divorced for a year, but it still hurt seeing him with someone so much younger than her. Refusing to go into a depression, she figured physical pain was easier to work through.

Left punch, right punch, right punch, left kick. The pain felt good. She was imagining her ex's face on the bag. The sweat was beading down her face and the soreness in her arms was helping her forget her heartache. She would punch the bag with each self-loathing question. Why wasn't she good enough? What went wrong? What could she have done to make things turn out better? She refused to let the tears fall.

Loki followed the heavy pounding noise from the hallway to the gym. He figured it was the soldier since he was always hitting that punching bag. Imagine his surprise when he saw it was Valerie. He stopped and observed her, like he'd been doing since he arrived a week ago. Resting his body on the door frame, ankles crossed, he took in her attire. A dark pink crop top with brown shorts, covered in sweat. She had to have been here for a while. He watched her ponytail swing with each punch. Her graceful move when she brought her leg up to kick at the bag. How he wanted those legs wrapped around him in bed. He smiled to himself. She intrigued him.

Their first initial meeting wasn't ideal, but he found himself thinking about her on a daily basis. When he would talk to her, it was mostly to irritate her which made him smile. She looked adorable when she was annoyed with him. The fire in her eyes made him wonder if she was that passionate in bed.

She wasn't like the other girls that would fall at his feet, openly flirting with him. They would go out of their way just to talk to him. Not Valerie. It was like she purposefully avoided him. She was a challenge he would definitely conquer.

Her movements showed she was angry at something or someone the way she was hitting the bag. "Your stance is all wrong," he said, announcing his presence.

Valerie rolled her eyes. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with the God of Mischief right now. Trying to ignore him, she kept hitting the bag with more force now pretending the bag was Loki.

The first time they met, she was leaving Tony's office after he signed some legal papers for her. Not paying attention to where she was going, she walked into Loki with such force, she lost her balance, falling down landing on her butt, papers flying everywhere. He grunted and called her a pathetic Midgardian under his breath before getting a good look at her. He noticed her brown eyes look up at him while a brown lock of hair fell out of her bun, falling just across her forehead. In her frustration, she tried to blow the hair from her face but failed miserably. He regretted his words instantly looking at the beautiful woman on the floor. He looked down at her and offered his hand to help her up.

She stared into his green eyes noticing how handsome he was but when his words registered in her brain, she slapped his hand away and gathered her papers. She did look rather pathetic crawling on her hands and knees reaching for her papers. When she stood, he was handing her the rest of her papers and sent her a smile. She snatched the papers from him and stormed off.

He followed. "My apologies."

The God of Mischief was apologizing, she thought to herself. Maybe she hit her head when she fell. Embarrassed and angry, she kept walking towards the elevator, ignoring him. Forcefully, she punched the down button. He was by her side in an instant, watching her intently. She gave him a side glance. "What?" she snapped at him.