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

14

Your POV

Consuming the space of the camp are three Quinjets just waiting to be boarded by us. The agents are working their way in as they transport the equipment and the subjects in to one of the jets. I spot Steve in his skin tight, dark blue suit holding his vibranium shield as he and Nat chat near the base of one of the jets, Mr. Stark casually enjoying a cup of coffee in his slightly battered Iron Man armour and-

"Y/N!" Thor opening his arms wide to welcome me in with a hug. I gladly take the hug and lean against his broad shoulder. Goodness, his armor's pretty cold. "Where were you boys? " I ask as I break away from our embrace.

He gently lands a hand on my shoulder. "We had to chase down the rest of the subjects a mile off. They left a really cold trail so we had to track them down."

Curiously looking at his red cape like a little kid, I take it in my hand and caress the Asgardian fabric. "Glad to see you all safe." He elicits a throaty chuckle and peers down at me, "How about you? Have you enjoyed the thrill of participating in this mission? Were you and Loki an unstoppable force?" He inquires as if he's greatly intrigued to know the details.

I let go of his cape and rub the cusp of my neck, breathing in to say something.

"Brother." But get cut off as a certain voice muses from behind. Thor's grin etches further as he lays eyes on Loki who's just inches behind me. "Loki! Where'd you come from? " Thor approaches his brother and drapes an arm around him, making him wince a bit. "Went out for a walk in the woods."

"Hah! Surprised you didn't decide to use the upper hand to escape." Thor comments and pats him in the chest. "Yes, well, it would be pointless."

I'm just gonna see myself out and talk to Mr. Stark or just plan any form of escapism to avoid the awkward tension and also Thor should take notice of his brother's injury, it's  impossible to not realize that he's limping from his wound. As the brothers engage in a somewhat emotionally, one-sided conversation I slip away from their proximity and approach Mr. Stark who's just finished his brew.

He tosses the cup away and smiles as he sees me walking towards him. "Hey kid. How'd yesterday go? You didn't fry ice now, did you? " I chuckle at what he said. "No, Mr. Stark. It was a heck of an experience."

He pulls out a twinkie from behind and rips the wrapper open, taking a bite out of the spongy treat. "Hmm. Glad to hear that and what of Rudolph? Was he a good sport?" He asks with his mouth full of the stuff.

"Who? "

He swallows and sighs. "Loki, I mean." He's really got a knack for nicknames. I stifle a laugh. "What of him, sir? "

He peels the wrapper off the twinkie and discards it. "Was he a good lad without the chip in his neck? And please, just call me Tony. Least you could do is make me feel young."

I tuck my hands behind my back and nod. "Heh, alright Mr. St- Tony, and yeah, he was...okay." I'm going to feel rather awkward around conversations regarding him from now on. Talking about it will just keep me dwelling on the worst. Tony seemed to have taken it well since he merely patted my back and entered one of the jets, offering me to ride with him and the Cap.

I tag along with him and wonder where Thor and Loki will be riding. I enter the jet and sit close to the pilot's cabin, buckling myself up in the middle of waiting for Steve and whoever else to get in.

Tony inspects the engine and makes sure that we're clear to take off. "Jarvis, how we looking, buddy? " He speaks into his natural-language user interface and it (he) responds, handing him the conditions of the jet. I turn my attention outside and stiffen as Thor and Loki make their way into this jet.
My heart suddenly comes to an abrupt halt at the thought of the tension that's inevitably going to build in here.