Taking Care Of The Avengers (Loki x Reader) (under edit)

70) Avengers: Endgame Part-2

One of the readers @Zombiegirl_09 has done beautiful artwork on Loki with 37 ponytails. Check out her Artbook, Page 27, for Loki with hair both up in a cute bun, as well as in roughly 37 ponytails. It was amazing, and I loved it. Also check out her other art, which all looked super cool. Her art style is fantastic!
If any other readers want to still draw it, please do so. It'll be such a blessing!

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(Y/n) hummed a tune as she swept the shop floor. There was a draught somewhere in the walls, and she was sure that there were holes that dust kept flying in through. Even after five years, it was difficult to get hold of a repair company.

Ever since finding out the stones were destroyed, (Y/n) had turned into someone else. Her last hope had been vanquished, and instead, she had focused on Clint. Natasha kept tracking his moments by the bodies he left behind, but she could never catch up.
She gave up when she realized Clint wouldn't stop.
While Natasha had kept in contact with the others, trying to ensure a safer world and Steve creating a grief-support group, and Tony and Pepper abandoned the Tower to live in a quaint house far away in the country, (Y/n) was left completely alone. Bruce had made a name for himself with his own shenanigans, something she wasn't exactly sure of, but it won him fame. Even Thor had gone back to New Asgard in Norway. Last she heard of him, he was still angry. But that was four years ago.

(Y/n) lived alone, secluded, and had been given full access to the Stark tower. Every once in a while, she would visit, roaming the lounge and the rooms, smiling at memories. She would sleep in Loki's bed many times. Sometimes she would find herself staring at Bucky's steering wheel collection. She also went to Clint's room, and surprisingly, Kregsby the toy chick wasn't there. There was no way the chick could've been turned to dust, or Clint would have gone on a rampage to find Thanos himself.

She thought she could hold together the Avengers. She had promised it. She now realized how futile that had been.

But then she dealt with it. She made her own living. She tried supporting any homeless people that roamed the streets. Her hair had grown longer and she kept it in a bun. She had lost weight and had given up exercising. The only exercise she got was sweeping and cleaning, and making sure her part of the neighborhood was safe. If she found anyone in trouble, the ruffians would meet her fists. She visited the graveyard occasionally. She didn't like it, but she paid her respects.

Only Natasha and Steve contacted her every once in a while, to check up on her. (Y/n) wanted to jump at the opportunity to visit them, but she felt useless. They weren't doing much. What could she do to add to that?

She felt lonely and homesick. She missed everyone, but with time, she grew distant and numb. Her golden ring had been abandoned in a small plastic box.

"Loki?" (Y/n) asked, tone dripping with sugar. He glanced up at her from the computer. His hair was oily and shaggy, as if he hadn't washed it for a week, but it was actually because he had come back from a mission and directly started the report. He was still wearing his light golden armor and dark underclothes that were somehow in peak condition.

"What do you want?" Loki asked curiously. He eyed as she sent him a cute smile and edged around the desk, hands behind her back. "What's that?"

(Y/n) presented a small, pink plastic box. When she flipped the lid open, it revealed a bunch of thin, colorful rubber bands. "Hair bands."

His brows furrowed. "You know, (Y/n), there are days when you make sense. I wish we could go back to those."

She smacked his shoulder with a laugh. "Every time you're on a mission or reading or bending over-"