Marvel Imagines: Book Two

Lokidottir (Loki X Reader)

"I may have someone who can help us with Loki." Thor claims, taking his seat at the round table of the airship he didn't quite understand. He had a look on his face, one of pure determination but it held just a little hint of uncertainty.

Fury looks over to him, brow raised. "Who?"

The god smiles, leans back and places his hammer on the freshly cleaned floors. Tony looks over to him at the same time as Steve, the pair curious to know who could help take out a psycho with a taste for genocide.

"My niece."

"Your niece?" Tony frowns, rests his chin against his knuckles as he thinks. "Loki has a kid?"

Thor nods, "Not that he knows of." He looks all proud of himself for knowing something more than the genius in front of him. "She is truly amazing."

"Can she— You know. . ." Steve waves his hands about, trying and practically failing at imitating the emo god in the glass cell.

"Yes, she is much like Loki, but without all the killing and manipulation. She lives with Jane, I can summon her."

Fury weighs his options, tilting his head side to side while he thinks though the pros and cons. "How old is this kid?"

"Seventeen but is actually closer to two hundred and forty. She'll be happy to help, plus she's always wanted to meet the god that "gave here skin paler than Casper the ghost"."

"How do we know she won't turn against us?" Asks Steve, looking between Fury and Thor with weary eyes.

Thor shakes his head, grabs his hammer as he stands to his feet. "Because she was raised by humans, not a trickster."

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"Something tells me that you are easily angered." You hum from Tony's bar just after Loki throws the billionaire from the window. In your hand is a glass generously filled with whatever is most expensive.

Loki's head snaps towards you, eyes a sickly purple. He smirks, looks you up and down with a suspicious look in his eye.

"Where were they hiding you, little one?"

"Missouri." You smile and look past Loki's tilted head. "Washington." The god spins on his heel, smirk dropping when a second you appears behind him.

"Brooklyn and then, last but not least, Texas." He turns again, following your voice with each word. Loki's head moves at a million miles per hour, trying to figure out who the hell you are.

You lounge on the sofa, back pressed against the plush cushions. Loki edges closer when your head lulls to the side, eyes meet his own.

"Impressive, who taught you that?"

"My grandmother. Raised by witches she was." You sit up, swinging your legs over the arm of the sofa and smile when Loki takes a seat opposite you. "Isn't your mother a witch of sorts, Loki?"

His brow quirks, "Yes, she is. How do you know that?"

"I told you, my grandmothers a witch."

"When did my brother find time to have a daughter?"

You laugh, tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning forward, bracing your elbows against your knees. "Are you really going to deny yourself the truth that you already know?"