Taking Care Of The Avengers (Loki x Reader) (under edit)

16) Long Time, No Sea

All credit to Bestbakerever for the outfit of the reader.

If you wanna see a snapshot of art for this chapter, a wonderful reader of mine vintage_gigi uploaded it in her book MARVEL, Chapter-10. Thank you so much.

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"Thor, this isn't funny!" Tony roared from the toilet.

(Y/n) glanced up to look at the blonde good in front of her. He was giggling uncontrollably. She leaned back against Bucky's legs, shutting off her phone.

Clint was playing thumb-wars with Pietro. Clint still hadn't realized that Pietro was using his superspeed discreetly. "What happened now?" He asked. He bent his body to the right in hopes his thumb would follow suit.

Thor was grinning widely. He tapped the table with his large fingers. "Payback for the time Stark put roaches under my bed."

Loki chose that moment to step into the room. "Stark wants you to remove Mjölnir from his toilet seat." He flopped down next to (Y/n), carefully arranging his body so that he didn't brush against her. She watched his movements, copying his posture subtly, and when she moved her arm that had been closest to him, his eyes snapped to that limb as if willing to make it stay. Childish god, really.

"He can always use another toilet, " Pietro suggested

(Y/n) shook her head. She was attempting to tickle Bucky's feet, but hadn't gotten a reaction, or even mildly distracted him from his newspaper. "Tony is very particular about his toilet."

"How come?"

"Well," Clint pursed his lips. "It is the only toilet where he had installed a suit in the framework of the commode."

"That's exactly why I chose it." Thor pointed out.

"You should remove it, or at least (Y/n) should. Tony would make a huge mess. He doesn't have the strongest bladder."

"That will happen any second now." Loki shuddered. "He was jumping around and holding his c-"

(Y/n) coughed, interrupting him successfully, and when she glanced at him, Loki was biting back a laugh. Her brows suddenly furrowed. "Wait, what's that about me helping?"

As if they realized the slip-up, her friends averted their gazes. Pietro, who had said it, was met with her stare. He felt the pure pressure and confusion from her and suddenly, the room was stifling him. Her voice turned hard. "What are you not telling me?"

Loki knew it was unfair to keep hiding it. At first, to ease his conscious, he had convinced himself that it wasn't lying, but rather withholding the truth. But the second he saw the others deceiving her as well, he felt horrible. If he wanted to be a better person, he shouldn't have to hide something as vital as this, especially from her.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and her (e/c) eyes met him. She looked lost and he never wanted her to feel that way ever again. Nodding to the others, he told her everything that had happened when she was drunk. Her ability to wield Mjolnir because she was worthy. and the time she had went on a rampage on shoes and began tossing them out the top floor, but that wasn't the important part.

(Y/n) took it in patiently. But then she leaned back and her back stiffened. They hadn't told her anything and thought that keeping it a secret was their choice to make. She didn't look at any of them and they felt it sink in. She forced a smile. "That's great. But I'm too lazy to get up, so I'm not going to help Tony.

Clint winced at the tone. Trying to ease the tension, he quipped, "when aren't you lazy?" He didn't get a response back and his smile fell.

"We should go out. We've been cramped in this tower for quite sometime now. And the weather is beautiful." Bucky considered. He had put his newspaper down, staring at the New York City view from the large-paned windows.