Now I'm going to mix up things a bit with this shot. The end of TWD where Loki takes over the throne in disguise of Odin will be mentioned after I change the plots a bit (you'll understand as you read it), and from there on, Ragnarok will begin.
I really hope this turns out good.
Wanda, Pietro, and Vision aren't in these shots, but Bucky is. Indulge these changes please.
Also, I'm changing my point of view from second to third. So you would be referred to by your name rather than "you" everywhere. I'm trying to make adjustments for the previous stories as well.
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"Leg so hot," (Y/n) sang as she cooked her egg at the stove, dancing freely since the kitchen was empty.
"Hot hot leg." She stirred while shaking her hips.
"Leg so hot you fry an egg." She switched off the stove, singing those words again. Turning to her plate, she saw Loki sitting at the counter. (Y/n) shrieked and dropped the pan, egg splattering all over her leg, making her skin burn.
"Well, it would seem that your leg was hot enough to fry that egg after all," Loki quipped.
His lips quirked upwards despite his efforts. A blush rose to her cheeks as she glared at him.
"And it would seem that your face would become flat enough if I bang it with this pan," she retorted, hissing at the hot egg. She bent over and started flicking off the egg. "And that you should clean this mess up because it was your fault."
"How was this my fault?"
Nonetheless, he got up from his seat and grabbed a dish rag, bending down and cleaning off the egg pieces. (Y/n) stood straight and watched him wipe her leg with the rag. She let out a small yelp from the touch against the sensitive, now red skin. Tears pricked at her eyes, which she wiped away quickly. Loki sighed. "It seems that the leg was too hot that it fried itself."
It was said in such a passive tone that it made her snort. "Enough sass from you, Silver-Tongue."
Loki's eyes flickered up, amused. "You love what my tongue does to you in more ways than one."
Her face burned. She couldn't deny it, now could she? "Tony has been rubbing off on you."
"Please don't compare me to that walking-dead liver."
She chuckled, smoothing his eyebrows till he let out a small sound. He put his hand over the burnt spot and soothed the area with his ice-cold hand. Loki then got up, held her waist gently, and kissed her sweetly.
That's how (Y/n) wished it would've happened. And although they were dating, Loki's intentions being purely romantic, it turned out anything except that.
What actually happened was Loki got off the seat and walked to her side of the counter. His foot stepped on the handle of the pan on the ground accidentally, causing the round part to be levered up, and it hit against his shin.
"Son of a-" Loki cried, biting his lip hard enough to split it.
Tony walked in. "Hey, guys, I need some help wi-" Finding Loki cursing and hopping, holding his shin while (Y/n) was tearing up on the floor, he paused.
"Never mind, I'll ask Steve."
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That night, (Y/n) moved under her sheets, slowly opening her eyes at muffled sounds that her sharp ears picked up. She laid still for a few more minutes, until she heard a loud boom that shook the whole Tower. (Y/n) leaped out of the bed, racing out to the hall to find the other Avengers also in their pajamas, alert and frightened. Everyone except Bucky, who was on another mission.
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Taking Care Of The Avengers (Loki x Reader) (under edit)
FanfictionA continuous story told through separate and funny one-shots with you and the Avengers. (Loki x reader) Read if you want a safe haven from Infinity War and Endgame. Trust me, you'll love it. You have to read from the beginning to understand a few r...
