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The Immortal >> Loki X Reader

Title: The Immortal

Paring: Loki X Reader

Warnings: mentions of science experiments on people, humor, reuniting with long-lost fathers, fluff. 

Spoilers: nope!

Sequel: To The Painter. 

Credits to: Yeva_Stark, who graciously allowed for me to use a line in this fic which I borrowed from them from a comment on the previous fic. Thank you!!

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The day after you started your search for your long-lost father, your paintings sold for enough money to allow for an all-expenses paid trip around the country in your Versa. It turned out that Loki's money was only an illusion, and as the sole breadwinner, you threw the both of you into your car, told your neighbour Mr. Murdock that you were going on a road trip, and went off on your way. Of course, the whole time you were just hoping that all the ideas in your head of who your bio-father was weren't going to be a major let down when you got there. And what (what? is that even a PC term for your species?) you were.

"Would you still stick around me if I turned out to be a microwave dinner experiment gone wrong?" you asked Loki, your arm out the window as you drove down the freeway to Washington D.C. where Loki's sources said they'd be. "I could be literally the toe cheese of humanity."

He shook his head. "That wouldn't change what I think of you."

You raise your eyebrows. "So, you think there's a possibility I'm a mutated Mac & Cheese?"

"Perhaps not...maybe a burrito," Loki laughed. "No. I think highly of you."

Just crossing from Maryland into D.C., you let out a breath you hadn't been aware that you'd been holding. Your natural suspicion had never led you this far before, onto a paper trail to find the man who'd helped bring you to life. But when one begins to paint pictures of things that are from other people's past, perhaps long-destroyed, the intensity tends to crank up. But natural suspicion or no, when you parked the car in a bay nearby the Triskelion, you straightened your back, locked the car, and marched off toward the customer service counter on the lower levels. It was still in construction, after the recent mess the HYDRA people.

But before you could even walk inside the building, two security guards had approached the pair of you, and escorted you to a separate entrance, their faces set into most defiantly not smiling, their suits looking more on the Men in Black side of the scale than Mall Cop. You thought not much of it until they walked you and Loki to an elevator, and pressed a button you couldn't see.

"Excuse me, I –,"

Loki's hand wrapped around yours, gently squeezing. In the reflective surface of the elevator, he looked more worried than pensive, but still appeared to know what was happening. But, after all, he was the God of Lies. He could do and say things to you, and they could be the opposite, for all you knew. But right now, was most certainly not one of those moments.

You had taken some time staring at the contact on your phone before dialling. In almost three rings, your mother picked up, her cheery greeting, and spiel about her week so far almost making you forget all the troubles that were on your mind.

"Baby? You haven't said a word, are you okay?" Her voice always made everything better. You loved the big city more than Portland, but you loved your mother more than all combined. "Come on, it can't be bad enough to not talk about it."