It's Up To You And Me (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

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Your POV

Staring out the window with the rain gently pouring from up above, I sigh as I calmly enjoy the mood of the room at this very moment.

I don't know how to repay the kindness the team showed to me, especially Mr. Stark and Steve. Perhaps my service would suffice. I just have to work hard and fight for what's best.

I won't let them down that's for sure.

I get up from sitting and walk over to the bed until, "Y/N? Y/N, are you there? "

A disembodied voice says and it looks like it came from the intercom by the TV. I hastily make my way over and look for a button to press so that I could respond. How does this thing work?

I come across a thumb pad on the side and without thinking twice, I put my thumb on it and it glows bright green, in the manner of scanning my thumbprint.

It really is a smart intercom.

Access approved. Welcome Y/N. It says in a lady-like voice, only disembodied and slightly static.

If it's approved then I gotta talk. "Hello, yes it's me! "

"Finally kid,  thought you wouldn't answer. " It's Mr. Stark!

Well sir, you could've just settled for a simple intercom like the ones in malls and banks. "What's up, Mr. Stark? "

"Sorry to bug you or something but I got someone in the penthouse you gotta meet."

"Who sir? "

"The guy who'll be in charge of your power session. At least you'll get to know each other before incinerating each other's asses." I can sense the amusement in his voice.

"Okay, should I rush in now? "

"Yes, definitely." I feel a little nervous again but I shouldn't, I gotta keep my chin up and strut my stuff. "Alright, sir!  I'll be in in a minute. "

"See ya in, kid."

The intercom disconnects and I rush to the closet and yank out a black hoodie to shield myself from the cold. I slip on my sneakers and turn off the lights before heading out to the street and into the tower.

The ground floor has remained busy with all the staff, employees,consultants, attendants and people with certain businesses going around in such a fuss. I admit it's quite a work out to be going back and forth between sixty floors of the high-rise but luckily that's what the elevators are for. I hop into one and I'm kinda lucky to be ascending to the top alone without another person in. It would be awkward. I feel my heart beat erratically, feeling excited to meet this person. They must have an ability since they'll be handling one like themselves. The elevator pings open and I walk into the penthouse.

I enter the main room of the place and Mr. Stark welcomes me back with a warm pat on the back. "How was the apartment? "

I gush gratefully. "It's awesome. Thank you so much, sir! "

"You're welcome, kid. Now," He leads me to the middle of the room where a muscular man with long, golden hair is seated on the couch in a laid back manner. Oh my goodness, he's well-built from head to toe. Despite inclining on the couch, his grey shirt perfectly contours his six pack and sculpted pecs like it's not much of a work.

Having a congenial expression radiate from his expression is a big bonus to his picturesque being.

The man sees Mr. Stark and I approach him and he stands up confidently with a down-to-earth grin ready. "Ah, Stark. Is this the one with seemingly destructive powers you told me about?" He asks, intrigued.