Marvel Character Oneshots

Late Pain Prt. 1 ~ loki x reader

{this story set after the Battle of New York. You are part of the Avengers. This takes place mostly in the Avengers Headquarters. Part one of three}

The kitchen was deserted when you walked in. Late Tuesday mornings were busy ones for everyone except you, as it turned out. You sighed, stretching your jumper sleeves over your hands and huddling them to your body. The chilly air frosted your face and made your nose turn pink. You looked around the room for the remote to turn on the heater. You winced as you reached up to take it off the bookshelf.

Yawning and finally warm, you switched on the kettle to make tea. Your fluffy socks didn't disturb the silence of the room as you walked across it into the open-plan lounge. You fiddled with the TV, browsing Netflix for something entertaining to watch for the remainder of the day.

You'd been badly hurt in the mission the team had completed yesterday, leaving you with bruised ribs and a broken arm. You'd been ordered to stay in the compound for the next couple of days by pretty much everyone: Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Pepper - and even Jarvis.

You were a valuable asset to the team, but your shape-shifting became incredibly painful if you had an injury. Your superhero name - which Thor had jokingly given you but had a nice ring to it - was Lieutenant Shifty. Most of the Avengers and SHIELD agents called you Shifty, besides a select few like Natasha and Bruce, who you were great friends with and called you (Y/N).

Sipping on your tea and huddled in a blanket on the couch, you settled your arm carefully on your lap to watch a movie. You winced as your ribs throbbed painfully. You were too comfortable and lazy to get up and grab some painkillers, so you decided to wait until it got unbearable.

You smiled, thinking of what Bruce would say. "I dunno why you do this to yourself, (Y/N). You always push yourself to the breaking point." He cared about you a lot, and you him, but you'd been worried lately that he was thinking of pursuing a more... romantic relationship with you. You cringed, already anxious about that conversation. God, you just didn't see him in that way.

Loud footsteps pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned to the door and your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Loki," you greeted, your tone friendly. "Fancy seeing you here."

He looked at you, bored and nonchalant as usual. The leather pleats of his cloak swung about his calves as he turned right around and walked to the other side of the kitchen, as far from you as he could get without leaving the room.

You pouted. He never socialised, no matter how much you encouraged him to. It was miserable really, and you felt terribly sorry for him. Not that you'd say that to his face, he'd probably knock you out.

"Could you fill up my cup for me?" You asked, holding your cup up and looking in his general direction.

"As if," he sneered. "You can fill it yourself." He sounded particularly snarky today. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you thought.

"Come now, Loki." Jarvis' voice echoed through the room. "Shifty's got bruised ribs and a broken arm, give her a break."

Loki scoffed. "I am not taking orders from a computer program." He sighed. "I'll leave the kettle here for you." He placed it on the edge of the counter and continued his toast-making. You shrugged.

"Thank you, Loki," you called out.

He whipped around, shock glazing his expression. He gave you an uncertain look. After he'd turned away, you grinned, happy you'd finally rendered him speechless. Slipping off the couch carefully, you discarded the blanket and brought your mug to the counter. You ignored the jabs in your side as you refilled your cup.