Loki one shots

Her dark secret

I know everything about everyone. Or I can if I want to. Bruce loves Natasha, Steve would end his life to have someone named Peggy in his arms, Stark dose unspeakable things with Ms.Potts, and so on. How do I know this, and who I know it from? Darling... magic.  I have practice this form of magic since Thor started his lying phase when we were children. It made blackmailing him so much more fun.

Now, I have ended here. Midgard. Father placed me in a cell for the rest of my days. However, Thor reasoned with him on how I can "redeem" myself. Fighting along side him on Midgard. If I had a say in it, I would of chosen execution. As you have gathered by now, I had decision in it what so ever.

Meeting everyone properly, was the most dreaded part of it all. Everyone have the same expression, besides Thor and y/n. They have known each other for a while, so she most likely knew I was coming. All she gave me upon my arrival was a sarcastic smile. Thor had me placed in a room in between his and y/n's so I would feel more "comfortable". Sure. Be in a room next to the person who made me come here and next to someone I tried to kill, but ended up beating me.

Everyday was the same. Not even much fighting, mostly sulking and waiting for a fight to occur. About a week after my arrival, everyone's thoughts started getting loud, except for Thor, who has practiced shouting my magic out for hundreds of years. Everyone else's thoughts were jumbled together, so I unraveled them. I started with the loudest ones, Stark, Rogers, and Bruce.

Rogers was rather boring. All he thought about was war and a women. Stark's was the most prominent. One hour it was about his makings and gadgets, another was about his lover Pepper. Quite entertaining, but to much for one mind. Then Bruce. He was always enraged, whether it be about not being able to transform, or about Natasha. Her thoughts are one of the least interesting thoughts I have ever read. It is all about a red room, (whatever that is) and her technique on fighting. Whenever Clint is here, it's all about his children and wife. Sometimes I'll catch one about arrows, but nothing else.

Now, y/n's, I can't untangle. Her's are muffled, but not in a way where she is trying to shut me out, no. In a way where she is trying to shut them out. Everyday I try and read, figure out what is in there. Nothing. When we talk I'll try and talk her into telling me, without revealing how I have been intruding on everyone's mind for the past few months. She seems to catch on at times and steers the conversation in other directions.

Six Midgarden months, and y/n has been the only person keeping this trip interesting for me. I know things about her, yet nothing at all. Who she was or really is. I stare at her while Stark explains a plane of attack. Muffled, still but I can't stop. Now and then I'll make out small words, or at least attempt to connect them to words I think they are. Like now I hear th- AAAAAAAAA! I stumble. Almost falling but not.

Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy, except her. She knows I heard her. She knows she let me in. "Brother!" Thor exclaims as he try's to hold his laughter at a minimum. "He's fine. I made him do that." Eyes turn to her. She gets up and looks me dead into my soul. "May I talk with you, Loki?" y/n asks as she walks past me. I follow not giving another thought to everyone behind us.

She leads us to the basement, we are Stark keeps his gadgets in suits. She turns to me with an expression that doesn't scream happiness. "Why do you try to read me?" I took my head and confusion, trying to trick her into thinking she's going insane. Doesn't work though. I don't know why I thought it would. "You're the only person in this building who I can't read. At least your thoughts are muffled. Everyone else as I can untangle with ease and read them. With you, I have to focus to get the smallest of words out.

"Does it ever occur to you that I don't want you to know my thoughts? That I would much rather keep my memories to myself? My private thinking?" I say nothing. "The scream that you heard, that was never supposed to be heard. None of my memories I want to be heard by anybody, they're too painful." " Then you tell me so I will stop trying?" She breathes very deeply, thinking of you yes or no answer.

"Like you, I was adopted, but not by people who loved me, by people who wanted to use me for experiments." The whole time I listen to hurt my heart ached. Your stories were painful the memories of it even worse. When she was finished, she was on the edge of tears. Apparently just reciting it was almost as close to reliving it. " I've learned to muffle them so when I try to think about those experiences, it doesn't work. Something will slip. It'll be so loud. Feels like everyone can hear it."

" I'm sorry. I'm sorry you got hurt even though you didn't ask for it to happen." She laughs. "No way here this heartfelt about this! This is not the Loki we know." I laugh along with her. "I'm not all bad, I just am when I need to be." Which is all the time.
My eyes grow big. "Just this once." y/n says as she sits and waits. "What would you like me to know?"