Loki x Reader One-Shot Compilation

Burn The Witch

Summary: Your role as Dr. Strange's apprentice comes to a head when Loki and Thor arrive against their will for a chat about Odin.

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Thor was a mountain of a man. He hovered high above yourself and Strange, wobbling as you jumped from one location to the next. The wild look in his eyes built stronger as he glared at his own hands like they'd willfully betrayed him. He was unused to blinking and landing in a new setting and it clearly disoriented him.

"My Brother?" Thor requested, still tipsy from the rapid change of scenery.

Strange twisted his hands, opening a gilt portal a few feet above the ground.

"I have been falling," Loki crashed to the floor, directly on his stomach, "for thirty minutes!"

The other people in the room remained pensive as Loki collected himself, stumbling up from the floor. One limb flying after another like a windmill. You cocked your head and crossed your arms, examining Loki as he fumbled. The gloomy black of his suit clashed with the classic brown wood surrounding you in the hall. Loki couldn't have been more out of place if he'd made a genuine attempt at doing so. That coupled with his unnaturally striking features, you blinked away a lingering sense of fascination Loki could undoubtedly sense if he looked to you.

"Y/N," Strange placed a hand on your elbow to recapture your attention. You dropped your hands and rolled your shoulders back to straighten at the reminder of your current role in this engagement. "Walk with Loki while I finish speaking with Thor."

"Who are you exactly and why should I do that?" Loki slipped a dagger from his sleeve. "Because you say so?"

"There's no need for that," You waved your fingers threateningly, like stroking a cat. A minute smile twitched at your lips as Strange nudged your side with his wrist, encouraging you to ceases the needless teasing.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" Loki motioned dismissively your way but directed his question at Thor.

"Can we move this forward?" Strange tapped the top of his wrist. "I only have you scheduled for twenty three minutes.

"You scheduled us before we knew we'd arrive?" Loki looked indignant. He spun the knife in his hand but with Thor making no aggressive move, Loki slipped the dagger back in his sleeve with a sigh.

"Brother," Thor walked towards Strange. "Go talk with the witch while I talk with the wizard about Father."

"Master of the Mystic Arts," Strange mumbled as they disappeared with a pop.

"Tell me about your tricks," Loki crossed his arms, examining the place which Strange and Thor had stood and disappeared without a remnant of the act. He strummed his fingers against the armor covering his arms. It was identical to the trick pulled on the street.

Loki walked towards you with a bravado befitting of a man like him, but off putting considering his recent tumble to the floor.

"They aren't tricks," You turned from him, walking from the entrance hall towards a display room. Surrounding yourself with powerful and menacing artifacts soothed your racking pulse every moment longer you looked to him. "It's knowledge and understanding, and I guess magic."

"So you're a witch?" Loki tugged the hem of his blazer, readjusting its alignment after his fall. Your eyes tracing down his form. He stood tall in comparison to your stature when Thor and Strange weren't present to balance the height.

"Thank you," You smiled and linked your fingers in front of you.

"I didn't intend it as a compliment," Loki scowled but traced the lines of your collar bones protruding from your robes. When he'd finished his examination, his eyes grazed down your front, to your toes and back to your face.