Universal Problems (Deadpool x Reader)

Chapter 9

It was pure chaos after breakfast this morning, Deadpool and Pietro went at it and destroyed the coffee table before Seth and Thor were able to pull them apart. The living room was in complete disaster, wood chips and chunks scattered all around. The two sat still in the arms of the ones holding them back and glared daggers at one another. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, already exhausted. It was only 11:23 for pete's sake! The boys looked over at me and a guilty look covered their features and uh, mask.

I stared them down with an intense distaste. They knew better than to do this! And for what reason did they need to destroy the poor coffee table? I mean sure this wasn't my place but they could still show some respect for a house that wasn't theirs to destroy as they please. As if they knew what I was thinking, the two began to pick up as many pieces of the broken furniture that they could and placed it inside of a trash bag.

I had too much of this chaos this morning. I was going to go for a walk, despite the fiasco that happened not too long ago. I tugged on my shoes, grabbed some pepper spray( I had definitely learned my lesson), and a jacket before walking out the door. Nobody had tried to stop me and for that I was relieved.

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The morning air was still a little chilly, making me glad that I had brought my jacket with me. The sidewalk was beginning to dry due to the sun heating it up yet there were still some wet patches here and there. I sighed loudly as I continued my walk. It was quiet and somewhat peaceful despite the rumbling of cars passing by. I shoved my hands down deeper into my pockets as I contemplated ways to have the boys make peace with each other and avoid future fights. Neither Seth or me could afford to replace all the furniture they would break. Finances were hard enough as it is. I continued onward until I came across the park. I debated my options: I could pass up this brilliant opportunity to play like a kid or I could go and enjoy myself. Of course I'm sure even a child could figure out which option I chose.

I sprinted in the direction of the swings, picking out a seat and ensuring it was dry before gracing it with my wonderful bum. I began swinging and laughing. I swung and swung until I was up to the highest point I could manage. Each swing, up and down, brought a thrill back to me that I had since forgotten since my childhood. Today had turned out to be a wonderful one after all.

"Seems as if you are enjoying yourself, mortal." A mocking voice spoke out to me. Well, I guess I spoke too soon. I looked about to see if I could spot the voice, but to no avail. "Honestly, playing like a mere child when you are obviously grown. How shameful." It spoke again, though this time I caught a slight tone of amusement within.

"Maybe you should join me and find out why I am being so childish?" I retorted, making sure that this mysterious voice knew that this was the most fun anyone of any age could experience. I heard a short scoff before a figure appeared before me. He was dressed in extravagant, yet weird leathers and armor. I immediately knew who this misunderstood cinnamon roll was.

"As if I would bring myself to such a low level," He stepped forward and raised a hand. My swing momentum slowed to a stop and I sat there, glaring at him. "Why are looking at me with such pity, mortal? I am a god! You should be bowing down before me, thanking me for gracing you with my glorious presence."

At that point, I could no longer hold in my laughter. I watched as his smug expression grew to a confused one then an angry expression finally took control. He stomped forward and took ahold of my hair, yanking it back so I was forced to look up at him. Ya know from this angle he looks really hot and dominant and I had to convince myself that this man had as many problems as Deadpool himself. Which didn't really help my case here considering that both of them were hot as hell either way. As I was lost in my thoughts I didn't notice that Loki had loosened his grip on my hair. No man should have the power to be this sexy, god or not. I continued to ramble to myself in my head. Meanwhile, Loki completely let go of my hair and stood back from me. I didn't notice, but the god was staring at me in disbelief.

"Mortal! Control your thoughts at once!" Loki shouted, face tinted red, startling me out of my inappropriate thoughts. My face immediatley flushed cherry red and I began stuttering out noncoherent words, attempting to explain myself. "You're mighty indecent for a lady." Those words caused me to pause, processing his words.

"Wait a minute. First I'm a 'mortal', now I'm a 'lady'? My name's (Y/N), not either of those other names by the way. And second, how do you even know what my thoughts are to begin with? Don't you know mind-reading is an invasion of privacy. You should know better, Mr. Loki." I scolded the Asgardian prince. Although now, thinking of it, shouldn't the title be Asgard and Jotun prince? Wait! I need to stop because what if he doesn't know of his true heritage yet?!

"Yes, mortal, I know of my Jotun heritage and it's not an invasion of privacy if the other person doesn't know you're reading their mind." Loki scoffed and crossed his arms. I really wish he wasn't wearing that armor, then I would be able to see his muscles and veins popping out during that action. "Perverted mortal."

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Hello my peeps! Finally got this chapter out, orange you glad? XD

Anyways, I thank you all for being so patient and sticking with me. I've been going through some hard times, battling depression and anxiety. But now that I'm homeschooled everything has started to look up for me!

Finally, is there anything that you, as the reader, would like to see implemented into the story? Any ideas or something that I can add into the story for you? Just let me know y'all!

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