[the avengers ➼ imagines]

loki laufeyson ≫ saviour

Lights were flashing, sweaty bodies were pressed up against each other, dancing to the beat of the loud music that blasted out of the many speakers around the room. Tony's birthday party was in full swing.

You sat with Sam and Steve as they shared stories about their experiences in each of the war's they fought in. You had zoned out a long time ago, staring at the many couples happily dancing with each other, kissing and laughing. To say you were jealous was an understatement, you wanted something like that. You wanted to have someone that would listen to your problems, someone who would pick you up when you were feeling down, someone to love you, someone to make you feel happy - but obviously you didn't, and that upset you. You do have a fair share of men that had asked you out on dates but none of them really lived up to your standards. You wanted a boyfriend who respected you and your rights which was probably hard to find nowadays. If only there were more Thor's and Steve's in the world.

At the thought of Thor, you remembered that his brother, Loki would be arriving at Stark Towers tonight. Apparently his father, Odin, had exiled him to earth or something so Thor had asked Tony if he could stay here with us at the tower. It took a lot of persuasion to get Tony to agree but he eventually caved in.

You politely said goodbye to Sam and Steve, telling them you were heading to the bar to get a drink. You're feet killed you as you walked, wearing such high heels probably wasn't the best idea. You could feel a pair of eyes on you but when you looked around to find the person staring at you, there was no one looking.

You ordered your drink at the bar and picked it up to walk back to Steve and Sam only to feel a pair of hands attach to your hips and a pair of lips came ever so close to your ear.

"Hello gorgeous." The drunk man slurred into your ear, trying to sound seductive but completely failing.

"Yeah, no thanks." You said, pushing him off of you. You turned to leave again but this man wasn't having it, he pulled you back into his arms, your body straight up against his own.

"Oh come on, why don't we get out of here, have a little fun?" You were beginning to feel quite scared, who knew what this man was capable of, even when he was drunk.

"No, get off me." You shouted, trying to push him off you but his strong arms restricted any form of movement. The man began to pull you away from the party, you tried to shout on someone but the music was far too loud for anyone to hear your year filled voice. Fear began to take over your body as you realised he was taking you to a bedroom. You tried to drag your feet to stop him but it was no use. You thought you were done for until your saviour came along.

"I believe the Lady said to leave her alone." You turned your head at the sound of a husky, low voice. Your eyes landed on a raven haired man. He was very tall, not well built but my god, he had the greatest facial structure you've ever seen.

"And what are you going to do about it pretty boy?" Your capturer spat, his breath stunk of alcohol, making you feel sick to the stomach.

"This." Before the man holding could even say another word, he was flown back into the wall. You were released from his harsh grip.

"Who are you?" You asked curiously, eyeing up the beautiful man who was clothed in beautiful black and green robes. You had to admit, this man was absolutely beautiful, the sight of him alone had you lost for words. His captivating green eyes were enough to make you weak at the knees.

"I am Loki of Asgard." Your eyes widened at the mention of his name.

"You're Loki?" You stuttered, shocked at he very least. "Thor's brother?"

"Yes, My Lady." You blushed at the name he had called you, he seemed to notice. "Something wrong?"

"N-nothing, sorry it's just a little hot in here." You covered up with a lie, but he did not seem to believe it.

"You're lying, I can tell."

"I am not. Who are you to say that? You do not know me." You tried to sound strong and powerful but you were honestly just melting inside. His beauty had cast some sort of spell over you.

He just chuckled at your behaviour, smirking at you. "I think we'll get along just well, My Lady."