Taking Care Of The Avengers (Loki x Reader) (under edit)

63)Bucky Bleats His Way Out Of Work

(Y/n) and Thor nodded to each other. They moved stealthily to hide their bodies behind walls. Their particular partnership didn't always go swimmingly. They were too alike to agree with each other.

Thor had wanted to head this mission. He knew battle strategies, and he had learnt enough about their target to get it wrong. Plus, he reckoned, he was the Future King of Asgard. 

(Y/n), upon hearing about their target, had commented that the target was rather attractive.
The sentiment had brought her steel reputation down a notch, but her passive expression had said that no amount of cuteness could deter her from the mission. She also knew the layout of the building quite well, its hiding places and blind spots, rendezvous points, and most importantly, snack rooms.  

(Y/n) had decided that she would lead instead, but Thor had laughed it off. It sparked the fire in her and they had a heated battle before they could actually commence their real mission.

(Y/n) lifted five fingers up, pointing it into the room they were standing outside of. Thor's face twisted in confusion. He held up three fingers instead. She forcefully gestured to her five fingers, but Thor shook his head stubbornly. She stared him down with narrowed eyes. Thor, in response, gave her a bright, gummy smile that irked her even more.

They clutched at their weapons, hands clammy and breaths short.

Thor put down his ring-finger. (Y/n) took in a deep breath, tightening her grip on her weapon.

Thor put down his forefinger, and she nearly growled when Thor had the last finger up—the middle finger—pointed to her, his cheeky smile stretched wider. They dug their heels into the floor, took deep breaths, ready to barge in.

Thor put down his finger, and with a shout, he knocked aside the door. (Y/n) ran in, her weapon at the ready, with Thor at her six.

They found the room empty.

"Where-" (Y/n) breathed, her heart beating fast from her effort. "Where is he?"

"Be on your guard," Thor warned. "He could be anywhere."

A loud bleating sound cut them off.

They glanced at each other, sharing confused looks in the direction of the sound. Thor and (Y/n) didn't have time to comprehend about the sound when a portal opened flat on the ground. A hand stuck through, a very slender, familiar hand to both Avengers. Said hand gripped against the edge of the open floor. 

(Y/n) looked into the portal, seeing Loki dangling by his hand. The god was trembling with the weight of his own body, his mouth open and face tensed. She could see his worry creased on his forehead.

"What are you doing?" Thor asked his brother, who let out a loud scoff, glancing below him. 

Loki's hand was turning clammy and sliding off his grip. Thor's foot was dangerously close to his hand. It tapped the floor, brushing his fingers to make Loki aware of his brother's proximity. Loki gave him a warning look, as if to say, step on my hand and I'll make sure you won't walk again.

"Well," Loki grunted. His other hand swung up to catch the floor. "I'm obviously rock-climbing. Through portals." He heaved himself up quickly when he felt a brush at his ankles. Without giving them a chance to look down, Loki shut the portal.

"You hate rock-climbing."

A flat look from Loki rendered Thor to grin. Loki caught his breath and wiped his forehead. "I wonder why you know such a fact? Is it since you had once kicked me off the cliff in Asgard because I was winning your gamble?" Loki finally eyed the weapons in their hands, and his face turned flat. It looked as if he was afraid of asking the impending question. "Why do you have fly-swatters in your hands?"