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

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Alright, terms and conditions.

I want this book to be free of smut as such, in case of any of the younger readers. I'd prefer not, because even I feel uncomfortable about such kinds of fiction. If you read smut, you do you. If you don't, you do you. 

This is a heads-up, because I don't want to provoke anyone who differs in opinion. Enjoy!

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(Y/n)'s ears perked up. She looked up from her phone and looked to the door, outside which she could hear loud howling, and her demeanor morphed from calmness to confusion.

Placing her phone down, she made her way out of the room carefully, hoping it was not an armadillo. 

(Y/n) sucked in a breath at the thought. Oh, how beautiful her intrusive thoughts were.
The howling source could be a rabid, monstrous creature, like a wolf, but the first thing that popped into her head was an armadillo.

That summed up (Y/n) quite nicely indeed. 

Her walk down the hall to the source of the howling was interrupted as a finger tapped her shoulder. She startled with a shriek and lashed out.

Clint nearly fell backwards as he clutched his nose. "Ah, (Y/n), you little-"

 "Not an armadillo."

The archer could only muster a quirked eyebrow. He was about to ask how an armadillo was involved, but the surprising relief on her features made him think better of it, and he shut his mouth.

Clint, instead, pointed in the direction of the howling. "Did we get hyenas, or are we under attack?"

(Y/n) grinned at him. "Or are we being attacked by hyenas?"

The siblings laughed at the crude joke as they walked side by side. The howling had subsided by the time they reached Tony's room. They had come to the conclusion that if there weren't any animals, it would be Tony. Clint grasped the doorknob. He took a deep breath and turned it before swinging the door open.

There was no armadillo, no hyena, just a stark-raving mad Stark sprawled on the floor, his Tablet in front of him. The billionaire was wheezing and howling as he read from his device.

Clint nudged his sister. "Is that really how he laughs?"

"Now that I notice, Tony never really laughs out loud. He just chuckles."(Y/n) rubbed her forehead.

"What's the difference?" 

 "Chuckling is a quiet and short laugh, with maybe a few extra effects like a snort of wheeze. Laughing is  everything combined, and extra loud." 

"Should I be afraid that you didn't hesitate?" Clint asked.

(Y/n) knelt next to Tony to get a glimpse of what he was laughing at. If he was laughing this hard, to the point of sobbing and grasping his pained stomach, it must be hilarious.

Tony immediately took away the Tab from her prying eyes, and growled like Gollum. "No! It's my Precious!"

(Y/n) deadpanned. "Okay, whatever." And she snatched the Tab away from him. She scanned the content. Her eyes darted to him, searching for his soul. Tony was howling because of that?

"Seriously?"

He looked around sheepishly. "I was bored."

Clint seemed to get an idea of the cryptic conversation. "He's reading Fifty Shades of Grey again, isn't he?"