Marvel Character Oneshots

Confinement ~ loki x reader

{this story is set after the Battle of New York. the Avengers, which includes you, have taken Loki as a hostage/prisoner of war}

"He stays," Fury commanded. "Loki stays and will pay for what he's done."

Fury's words echo in your ears as you watch Nat, Clint, Tony, Bruce and Thor chat and laugh in the front room of the Avengers Headquarters. Your heart twisted looking at them. They had no remorse for the man they had just locked away - probably for life. Loki had been escorted to a secure part of the establishment. It's luxury; a large apartment section with everything he needs, but that doesn't defer from the fact that they had taken his freedom.

You bite your lip. It doesn't matter to you that he'd waged war on New York and the Avengers. It isn't like he'd really taken over Earth! Crossing your arms, you turn away from your teammates. You love them all, they're your family, but sometimes the way they storm through problems to find violent solutions made you grind your teeth.

You'd become a part of the Avengers with Nat, who you'd gone to high school with. Your skill set is... different to hers, but equally as deadly if given the chance.

As a young teenager, you had been knocked over by a train and deemed dead. Heart stopped, non-responsive - the works. However, you'd woken up days later in a morgue, strange energy running through your veins.

You completely changed your identity, finding that your previous family had moved away from your death place, and started a new life. You met Natasha Romanoff shortly after your accident, and she was pretty much your sister; you knew each other inside and out.

She helped you develop your powers that had been granted to you, both of you were completely dumbstruck at their limitless abilities. You could manipulate objects, blast things and redirect the elements, to name a few. When you joined the Avengers, you met Thor, who immediately declared that the spirit of Valhalla flowed inside of you.

He had said it was an incredibly rare ability, and only those who were exceptionally worthy could even hope to wield it. "And in a mortal?" He'd guffawed. "You must be special."

You had also asked if you could try lift his hammer, Mjolnir, but he'd refused.

However, one thing stood out. Somehow, you had woken up from your accident with great empathy and compassion. You found yourself able to fit into another's shoes easily, feel what they felt, see from their perspective. Somehow, it was possible for you to understand almost every inch of someone by merely being within a few feet of them - if you wanted to.

You could sense goodness in people who masked themselves with villainous ambitions or evil looks. Which brought you back to Loki.

You begin the walk to the other side of the building. There's one last thing you need to do today. You approach the door cautiously, nodding to the guards on either side of it.

You'd never seen Loki up close before, nor had any type of conversation with him. Hell, you'd only just heard of the guy. You take a hold of the doorknob and gasp, suddenly overwhelmed at the pain and anger radiating from the individual within. Your eyes widen. Both the guards look at you suspiciously.

You pat your chest. "Hehe, heartburn."

They turn away and you quickly slip inside, closing the door behind you. The entrance hall is dark. You walk down the passageway slowly. Your heart rate picks up. Your shoes tap loudly on the wooden floor. You hear a disturbance from the other side of the wall; like something getting knocked over. You walk a little quicker, anxious to get to the next room.

You round the corner and peer across a dining table to see Loki standing slouched next to a broken, oak chair. A floorboard creaks underneath you. He spins around and looks down, patting his waist. He sighs when he realises he won't find anything there; his weapons had been relieved from him.