Avengers: Preferences (Under Editing)

And He Smiled LokixReader

"I-I'm sorry (Y/N/H), but we couldn't s-save him," Thor said to you as he put a hand on your shoulder.

"What? What do you mean?" you stuttered in shock. It couldn't be true. After all it was just a routine mission. How could anything have gone wrong? They did this all the time.

"What I mean my dear friend, is that Loki will not be coming home. He's dead (Y/N/H)," by now tears were streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry," he whispered hoarsely.

Something like a cold hand clutched around your heart. You looked around at the rest of the team. Their faces were downcast, staring at the ground.

"No! No he can't be! Please tell me it isn't true!" you said in a sob.

Steve looked up with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, but it is true. He died a hero (Y/N/H), he truly redeemed himself."

You jerked your shoulder from Thor's grasp. "No I refuse to believe it! He's not dead, I won't accept it," you said running from the room.

They called and went after you but Thor held them back because he understood you needed to be alone.

You ran down hall after hall of the tower. Crying softly at first, but soon sobbing by the time you stopped and locked your self in a closet. You slammed into the wall and slid down it, your face in your hands. "It can't be true," you thought to yourself. "Not after all we've been through. I, I love him. He promised me he would never leave me."

Your mind flashed to the first time you met him. He had joined the team a little after you had, he had begged for forgiveness from his brother and promised to be good. At first he was hard to talk to, you'd tried being nice towards him. He really didn't have very good people skills back then. You chuckled quietly thinking of your first conversation.

"Hello Loki, my name is (Y/N/H). I'm really glad that you've decided to join the team."

He looked at you with disbelief. "Hello mortal, and I don't think that's quite true. Nobody wants me here. I'm only here because Thor convinced you all."

Anger took over and you glared at him. "First of all, don't call me mortal, I have a name. And second, don't wallow in your own self pity! I don't know about the others but I think it's amazing you're here and you actually want to change. So get off your sorry butt and prove it, not to them but to yourself. The others will see in time."

His face softened at first but then he smirked and laughed lightly. "Ah, I see the mortal has some spunk. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like me little mortal."

You felt the blush grow on your face and saw his smile grow wider. "Ugh! I do not Loki! Shut up!"

"Hush my dear, denial only means it's true. That and the look on your pretty face." he said, his eyes sparkling.

Your mouth dropped open. Had he just called you pretty? And dear?

You spun on one heel with a huff, walking briskly away, listening to Loki laugh.

That's where it all began. From then on, you and Loki teased each other every moment you were together. Actually, it was more him teasing you and you ending up flustered and walking away. Your feelings for him grew, though you could never tell what he felt towards you. Nat had told you he liked you but you didn't believe it. This went on for a couple months until one day, something changed that.

You were training alone in the gym at the tower. You were practicing your punching when you heard the door creak open. Thinking it was Steve you called out a 'hey' and kept punching. As you went along you heard a familiar snicker. You turned around to see Loki with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, watching you.

"Is that what you call good hitting, mortal?" He questioned you.

"I bet you couldn't do any better space boy. Care to spar?"

"That sounds quite fun, I'll meet you in the ring."

You both taped your hands and went to the ring.

"Are you ready Loki, do you have any last words?" You said jumping around to get your blood pumping.

He grinned and your knees went weak. "No my dear, let's begin."

You two danced around each other for a bit, till you went in for a left upper cut. He blocked your hit and grabbed your arm, twisting it behind your back. You reacted by whipping around and round house kicking him in the face. He stumbled a bit and fell down, holding his face and groaning.

You knelt beside him, feeling quite guilty. "Are you ok? I really didn't mean to-" You were cut off by Loki springing forward and tackling you to the ground. He held your wrists to the mat by your head, and locked your legs between his.

His face was inches from yours, his emerald green eyes staring into your (Y/E/C) ones. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour.

"And that my dear, is why you never leave an enemy unfinished," he whispered, his breathe washing over your face. His grin faded and was replaced by a serious look. He leaned forward and connected his lips to yours.

At first you were too shocked to react, but soon you responded and kissed him back. He sat up and pulled you into his lap, so that you were straddling him. He moved his hands to cup your face and your arms wrapped around his neck.

Once you both pulled away he rested his forehead on yours. "And is that how you finish an enemy?" you said sarcastically.

"Maybe so my dear, maybe so. If you'll give me a chance I promise I'll try my best to take care of you. May I court you?"

You smiled like a maniac. "Sure, why not?"

And he smiled.

From then on you and Loki had gotten to know each other very well and he was one of your best friends. Somewhere along the way you both fell in love. Eventually he earned the trust of the team and you were all on top of the world. Until now.

Your sobs turned into wailing. How could it possibly be? You curled into a ball and laid there in the dark.

All of a sudden you heard someone shouting your name. The voice sounded strangely familiar...
You stood up and stumbled out of the closet. At the end of the hall stood Loki. You screamed and ran towards him.

And he smiled.