Marvel Imagines

Loki Laufeyson - When I Met You

Warnings: None

Other: AU - Loki is banished, not Thor
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The flash of light was blinding. A beam was sent into the ground, maintaining a steady stream of seemingly solid light.

Being the person you are, you needed to see the blast area yourself.

Upon approaching the field, you saw a body laying in the center of a scorched pattern. You increased your speed, near sprinting to the figure.

You knelt near the man. His hair was long, spread out wildly. His head rested on his own arm, his eyes shut, and his breathing shallow. His skin was slightly bruised under the eye and covered in dirt, but he was noticeably handsome.

First, you kicked gently at his feet. You had learned this from your father. In case someone was armed, wake them up from a somewhat far distance. It makes it more difficult for them to stab you.

The man didn't stir.

After making a quick trip to your car and back, you saw he hadn't moved, so you did your best to field check him for wounds. He didn't seem to horribly injured. The bruise under his eye seemed to be the worst. He breathing was regular and his heart was still strong.

With minimal effort, you lifted the man into the backseat of the car. You didn't live too terribly far from the field, so you figured you could bring him there.

When you reached your home, you dragged the man into your home and laid him on the couch. You rummaged your guest bedroom for spare clothes your brother might have left behind. All you could find was a tee shirt that looked like it would fit him, and a pair of your own giant pajama bottoms.

With the utmost care, you removed the leather and linen the man was wearing and replaced it with the carefully selected clothes. While you were at it, you cleaned the dirt off his face. You then pulled a soft blanket over him and placed a pillow under his head.

You left the room to change and grab a book. You made two cups of tea before finally going back into the living room.

You didn't even get the chance to start your book before you heard a sharp intake of breath, and the man stirred.

He shook his head side to side before his eyes pried open. Your home was dimly lit, which made it easier for his eyes to adjust.

At this moment you saw his eyes. They were a stunning blue-green.

"Where am I? I demand you tell me!" He shouted.

"Inside voice please. I opened my home to you and I get shouted at. What's your name?"

"I am Loki of Asgard. What is your name?"

"I'm (y/n). It's nice to meet you, Loki. I made you a cup of tea if you would like it. You don't have to drink it, but it won't be any good if it goes cold."

"Why are you so naked," Loki asked. He averted his eyes, trying not to focus on your skin. You were wearing a tank top and shorts.

"I can put something else on if you're uncomfortable." Loki only nodded as response.

After sliding on a zip-up sweatshirt and soft pants, you returned to the living room, where it seemed Loki had confiscated your book.

"What is this about?" He asked as he flipped through the book.

"Many things. It's the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe. If you'd like to read it you can."

"Why are you being so kind to me?" Loki said suddenly. "You could have left me where you found me."

"That's not how I was raised. My mother always told me the worst thing a person could do was see someone who could be hurting and leave them be. Ignore them." You sat in your chair again. A soft smile made its way to your lips. "I would do it for anyone. You just happened to be in need."

Loki was silent for a while. He set the book on the coffee table and picked up the cup of tea you left for him. He took a sip and held the warm cup gingerly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Loki. It was nice to meet you, but I have work tomorrow. I have to go to sleep. Tomorrow we'll get to know each other more and we can buy you some clothes... you're highness." You smirked slightly when Loki gave you a surprised look. You kissed his forhead on your way passed. "Sleep well."

With that you closed your bedroom door and laid yourself down to sleep. You were in for quite the ride.