Marvel One-Shots

Loki - Finding Luke II

Slightly angsty fluff bc Valentine's Day yay woo single Pringle I hate to mingle anyway on with the story

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Three years.

It's been three years since had last seen him. You'll admit, you still miss him to a small degree, but you gave up on seeing him again after the first few months of being without him. SHEILD has found him a few days after he told you, and it pained you to watch him go. They offered you a job that paid better with hours that you could handle, so what the Hel. You took the job.

You mostly do your work along side Helen Cho, teaching each other your techniques. After Vision was... "born," you both worked together to graft real bones, not just metal ones. You're currently testing the calcium from various different sources, not finding a match that's even remotely close. You rub your face and eyes as you take in a large yawn. It's close to midnight now, and you tell Cho that you're heading home for the rest of the night. She just waves a hand and keeps working as you gather your things.

When you get home, you park your new car in front of your quaint little house. Pressing the lock button, you start towards your house when you hear a groan that's... kind of familiar. You remember it from your old job at the hospital. But this was a little more recognizable that just your average patient. You can't quite put your finger on where you've heard it before, but you remember when you see an all-too familiar heap of green fabric bleeding out on the side of the road.

Being the wonderful doctor you are, you carefully pull him inside of the house and plop him on your couch. Slinging your med bag off your arm, you get to work stitching up the damaged ice giant.

"You wanna know something?" You blurt out as you stitch his cheek.

He's sat up at this point, his "midguardian top" lay in a bunch in his lap. Loki just stares at the little pile with two types of pain written on his face. "It's been a long time, and I almost forgot everything about you. But no," you snip the medical thread and start to put it away. "You had to get yourself almost killed. Again." You grab some gauze and bandage wrap from the bag and start to treat a large, thin gash on his inner arm.

"I had a life, y'know. A slightly normal one. I fell in love, almost got married, if you'll believe it. But of course it never lasted because I actually still had feelings for a certain someone who was a galaxy-wide criminal that has a passion for killing anyone they fucking see who never had any intention of even just thinking of me as a friend, much less anything more, and you had to fucking leave me behind because you broke New York! You made feel as though it were my own fault for not getting married. I blamed you for everything wrong that ever fucking happened in my life because you just had to break New York. Brilliant."

You fell back onto the couch and heaved a sigh when you finished.

"And to think," you have a chuckle. "I truly wanted to believe you were good. And you were, and you are. And yet..." you trailed off, giving a dejected chuckle and gesturing to nothing. Your breath became lengthy, deep breaths. Loki was doing the same, a million thoughts going through his mind. He didn't know that he was putting you through Hel while he was gone. Most importantly, he didn't know that you had actually developed feelings for him. He felt as though he should say something.

You leaned forward and buried your face in your hands, just letting the tears fall instead of sobbing violently and making a fool of yourself. This moment, finding each other again, was probably the most emotionally compromising experience you've had in a long time. Loki gently placed a hand on your back. After seeing you were okay with it, he rubbed his hand there as softly as he could. You leaned back again, curling into his side.

"(Y/n)," he called out quietly. You curled further into his arm said a small 'what'. "I-if it helps to ease your thoughts," Loki finally spoke, "I might've missed your witty comments when I was contained. Just a little."

This earned him a laugh from you, which caused him to laugh and you to start half-sobbing/half-laughing. He just kept holding you close and reassuring you that you were okay. After a few minutes, you stood up and sighed heavily.

"I am in desperate need of sugar."

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The rest of the night, the two of you talked about everything that had happened the past few years. Loki talked about being detained, faking his death so that he could see you again, using aliases to get back to Earth and ran into the wrong crowd in an alleyway (hence the almost-dying).

You talked about getting a new job at S.H.E.I.L.D. He was wary of staying here but you said it was fine (you always check to make sure the house isn't tapped). You talked about falling in and out of love with your childhood friend, whom you call Mars. He spent the night, having no where to go, and you ending up falling asleep in his arms in your bedroom. Loki didn't sleep, though. He just played with your hair, overjoyed that he finally had you back.

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