Centuries being left alone and exploited left Y/n feeling cold hearted and empty. After being recruited by the Avengers she felt some pride, finally at home. And she was determined to break down the Trickster God's icy facade she knew all too well.
...
"You know, if someone heard they would think a few things, Doll," Bucky dodges your spear, knocking you off your feet.
"Don't flatter yourself, Barnes," hitting him once in the chest then twice in the gut, he stumbles back as you get up.
"I think you're in denial," he blocks your punch and kicks you to the side.
"I'm... not," you wheeze. "You're a little too young for me taste, Buck,"
"I'm 95,"
"I usually go for guys more than 1,275 years old,"
"And exactly who does that leave? Thor? Are you in love with Thor?" Bucky teases as he takes the spear out your hand and tosses it to the side.
"Ew, no, that's gross, he's like my gay best friend," landing a punch to Bucky's jaw he grabs your hand as it retracts and flips you onto the ground.
"How about Loki?"
"God no, I barely know the man," you say with a groan.
"But if you knew him better would you consider it?" He holds out his hand for you to take. Swiftly pulling him down beside you, you chuckle.
"I'm not discussing this with you,"
"You didn't deny it so I have an answer," elbowing the soldier in the gut he lets out a strained laugh.
~the next day~
"Stupid contraption!" You jump at the sudden yell from across the library. There was a few seconds of clicking before another bang. Wandering down the aisles you see Loki clicking randomly at the Stark computer which just showed up errors.
"Loki?"
He spins around in shock. "Oh, Lady Y/n, what can I do for you?"
"It's more like what can I do for you," you point to the errors and flashing screen. "Need help?"
"I am perfectly capable of dealing with this on my own," he presses a random key which discards all the notifications. "Ha!- I mean, I knew it would do that,"
"Mhm... sure," he turns back around in the swivel chair only to clutch onto the desk. "Scary chair?" He moves the mouse, ignoring your comment.
The screen flashes in a frenzy, a laugh being suppressed inside you. "Oh alright, I don't know what I'm doing,"
"Don't worry, it wasn't that easy for Thor, but I do hope you're a faster learner?"
"I'd like to think so," he watched as you clicked the 'x' at the corner of each box.
"That's how you exit any program," you explained. "And my favourite thing ever," you press a small round icon. "The internet!"
~~~
"You people are so easily amused by the littlest things," Loki watched as you fixated on the video. "Who actually watches this?"
"Everyone!"
"I doubt that-"
"Peter! Is that a police?! I'm calling the weed!" Peter crawls out of the vents and onto the ceiling.
"420 whatcha smoking?" The boy screeches, falling in front of you both.
"Ok, I may have been mistaken," Loki mumbles in disbelief.
~~~
"How many more are there?" Loki asks, his voice tired and almost bored.
"That's a question you don't want answered, be glad that I'm not going to show you every platform in the internet,"
"This is worse than organising the royal library," he slumps back in his chair and goes through his notes. "Could we not learn something more worth while?"
"Did you want to win next time?"
"Yes," his fast answer made your lips curl into a smile. "Alright, let's continue,"
~~~
You misjudged Loki.
Everyone had set prejudice from his actions in 2012.
But he was... so much more? So much more than what you saw from that first cold glance.
Once he got into the rhythm of it, a shine in his eyes spoke interest of the hilarious culture Midgardians deemed popular.
Questions were asked, videos were watched and pictures were explained.
When an inquiry left his lips you watched as the words slipped flawlessly off his tongue.
Guess Steve wasn't the only one with a type for brooding dark haired men.
"You guys still studying?" Loki lifted his gaze with you to Tony who grinned from ear to ear.
"We haven't gotten onto movies and music yet,"
"Good luck with that," Tony tosses you two a red apple each, leaving swiftly.
"Never accept a red apple from an old woman," Loki mumbles which caused a snicker to leave you. "We wouldn't want to have our own Snow White in the tower,"
"Not a bad reference," you hum before looking at the time to see it was half past eleven. "I think that's enough for today,"
"What about music and movies like you said?"
"Tomorrow, Lokes, calm down a little," patting his shoulder you stretch with a loud yawn. "Night,"
"Goodnight, Lady Y/n,"
"Just call me Y/n, it's time to get you out of the 'Lady blank' habit,"
"Very well, goodnight, Y/n,"
"Sweet dreams, Loki," popping out of sight you land on your bed and pass out.
~~~
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