Loki was avoiding you today. Well, not avoiding you but avoiding sharing some specific news with you. He had been talking of Midgardian poetry all day.
The two of you currently sat in a small hall of the warehouse, both holding a piece of parchment with Shakespeare's Sonnet 138 on it.
You picked this poem so maybe he would realize the gravity of lying.
"I'll start." You said clearing your throat.
"When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties."you quoted and his eyes slightly flickered, you nodded towards his paper and he began to read.
"Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd."
He quoted with an odd look.
"But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be." You finished and he dropped him parchment giving you a weary look.
"I've told you four dozen times I'm not lying to you." He pouted. "Then what are you not telling me?" You asked sitting yours down.
He crossed his arms and sighed. Your linked your hands in your lap waiting.
"If you don't tell me I'll look myself." You stated. "You wouldn't." "Try me." You said as your eyes flickered but he waved a hand.
"Alright alright!" He growled angrily and you smiled innocently. "Well then darling what is it?" You asked. He frowned.
"I'm going to be taken by S.H.I.E.L.D." He said bluntly and you just shook your head. "No." "(Y/N)-" "No!" You yelled angrily and he stopped talking for a moment.
"It's all part of the plan," he said calmly and you furiously hit your fist against the floor making it crack below your fist.
"You're not going to S.H.I.E.L.D. they could do a COUNTLESS number of things and how in GODS NAME are you planning to get FREE!?" You yelled, everyone in the lab nearly ten feet from you nervously stepping away some. The crack below your hand deepened.
"That's what I need you for." He said quietly and your eyes widened. "You want me to go back to help you out?"
"I want you to stay here and come get me." "You've gone fucking mad if you think you're making me stay here-"
"Enough!" He yelled and you pressed your lips together. "I'm sorry." You Quickly said still frankly angry.
"My sweet," he said calmly reaching a hand to your knee. "I need you to come get me, should they get a hold of you, I don't know what I would do." He said quietly and your heart fluttered.
"Loki," you frowned and pulled his hand to your cheek leaning your face into it. "I don't like the thoughts of any of this." You frowned and slightly felt like you could cry. His thumb brushed across your cheek.
"Don't cry (Y/N) don't cry." He said pulling you into his lap holding you. "Everything is going to be fine, but I need you to tell me what to do." He said and you slowly nodded.
"If you promise me you'll either hit or scare the shit out of Romanoff." You said coldly still remembering the visions. He smiled. "I'd kill her if I wasn't on a tight schedule." He laughed and you smiled.
You pressed your foreheads together and you closed your eyes.
"I adore your knowledge of poetry." He said quietly. "And I yours." You Smiled and you shared a brief kiss.
"There's also one other thing I need you to do."
