AN: I got a request on Tumblr for this fic, here is the request I got from Nayr9e: Hi! I'd love a super jealous!Loki fic where he doesn't want to be with the reader because he feels unworthy but when someone (Another Avenger or someone else) shows interest in her he loses it.
Also, I am a Stucky shipper, so I hope you don't mind I put some reference to that in here.
(Y/N POV)
I have been an Avenger for about a year now, and things were going great. I was able to use my ability of teleportation and invisibility for something good, instead of going on missions for HYDRA and being one of their puppets. The whole team welcomed me with open arms once I was brought to the Avenger's tower. I have become great friends with Natasha because we both had special fighting training in our backgrounds, and Bucky because we had both worked for HYDRA.
After the first few months went by, I also became friends with the youngest prince of Asgard, the god of mischief himself, Loki. I knew who he was before I arrived, of course. In fact, if Loki had succeeded in taking over New York, HYDRA was going to send me in to kill him. After knowing him I had learned that Loki was under the same control as Clint was with the Mind Stone and had been forced to commence the attack on New York all those years ago. I felt where he was coming from in that aspect, being forced to do horrible things for horrible people, maybe that's why we hit it off so well, we understand each other.
Lately, my feeling for Loki have increased into something more than friendship. How could I not fall for the god? He was tall, handsome, had a voice like silk, and damn those cheekbones and jawline. He wasn't just good looking either, once you got to know him, he was incredibly sweet, caring, and if you were lucky to see it, a total softy.
But I knew I didn't stand a chance with him. He was a god for goodness sake and came from a realm with men and woman alike who probably looked almost as perfect as he did. And me? I was just a "mortal" as Loki would refer to us, granted I had powers, but besides that, I was just a normal girl.
"Hey, Y/N," Bucky said snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Did you hear a word I just said?"
"Oh," I said coming back to the real world and out of my thoughts of Loki. "Sorry, I was just... Thinking."
"Yeah," Bucky said with a smirk. "You have been "thinking" a lot lately. I am sure it doesn't have anything to do with a dark-haired trickster."
"Shhhhh!" I said clamping my hand over Bucky's mouth and looked around the large living room, but we were the only ones in the room. "Someone might hear you, Buck. Anyway, I don't have the slightest idea what you are implying. Me and Loki, a thing? Even if I did like him, he wouldn't go for someone like me. Not a chance."
I said the last part with a sad tone because it was true, not a chance. Bucky could see the sadness in my eyes and took my hands in his and gave me a smile.
"Look," Bucky said giving me a stern look, but it held kindness. "Don't talk about yourself like that, Loki would be lucky to have you. I know what it is like to have feelings for someone who doesn't like you back, but I have seen the way Loki looks at you, and he is so into you. Trust me, Loki feels the same way you do, you should tell him how you feel."
"I don't know Buck," I said nervously. "What if he really doesn't feel the same? I don't want to ruin what we have."
"Alright," Bucky said with an "I have a plan, but it may be kind of stupid" tone of voice. "Let's say, that for some bizarre reason, he doesn't like you. I have a way we can figure it out once and for all, and you two can finally be a couple. What if tonight at Tony's little party we pretend like we are together, and try to make Loki jealous? I am sure if he saw someone else with you he would finally admit he likes you."
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Loki x Reader One-Shots
FanfictionThis is a book full of LokixReader Oneshots! Some will be based on the Imagines and Headcanons from my Loki&Tom Imagines & Headcanons book. Feel free to request a story and I will get to it as soon as I can.