Sick! Loki x Reader |The Odds|More Like This
You were only slightly suspicious of something being wrong with Loki-possibly-when you woke up that morning. It was mostly because Loki got up sniffling and wiping fervently at his nose. Not to mention the slight pinkness to his eyes.
You quickly dismissed it as he rose and got ready like he normally did, barely even acknowledging the grossness he felt in his throat. So if he didn’t care, you didn’t, either.
But as you got the hot chocolate (you hated coffee, and taught Loki to do the same), ready for the both of you, you couldn’t help but notice he was feeling progressively worse, particularly when he stumbled into the kitchen in search of tissues.
“Um, Loki, baby, are you okay?” You asked him, pouring the heavenly beverages into separate thermoses and eying him warily.
“Of course I’m fine, woman. I just have a bit of a runny nose, is all.” He grumbled. You quirked an eyebrow, watching as he searched vainly for the box of “nose pap
Loki x Reader |Cat Therapy|More Like This
You had never been more aggravated in your entire life. Which you were fairly certain was expressed as you stormed into the flat, slamming your SHIELD crap on the floor and making a beeline for the bar. Tony smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he downed a shot of whiskey. Pietro looked amused, Bruce looked away, and Steve was the only one (that you noticed), with a hint of concern on his face.
“Guys, set me up with a hard one.” You grumbled, pulling up a barstool and plopping down next to Clint, who just happened to be there, too.
“Rough day?” Tony mused, and you groaned dramatically, dropping your head to your hands.
“The worst day.. of my life.” You mumbled, shaking your head. You still couldn’t believe everything that had happened, and it wasn’t getting better now that you had the opportunity to brood on it. Thor and Loki, who had been sitting and chilling in the living area, had both glanced up at the sound of your voice.
It was hoarse, a
Loki x Reader |Understanding|More Like This
Loki was not a happy person.
Currently, and generally, speaking. Mostly because he was currently stuck under the watchful eye of both SHIELD and Thor. Thanks to his past antics, he was forced to deal with reconditioning into a “good guy”, and to do that required training and assistance from SHIELD personnel. ...And Thor.
And the personnel he had to deal with was nothing short of a woman. You. (Name) (Last Name). A level six SHIELD agent with more experience under your belt than Romanoff and Barton combined. Though all your past life stories could never have prepared you for this; Babysitting Loki.
“I still don’t understand why we’re stuck on the same floor.” You grumbled as you sat next to Loki, Tony leaning on the counter across from you both with a smug look on his face.
“Believe it or not, I don’t run a hotel here. The Tower’s not here just to give ten freaks of nature a place to hang out and blow stuff up. As well as drink my li
Loki x Reader |The Predicament|More Like This
When Loki heard you screaming from the lab, he assumed the worst. His heart was pounding in his ears as he grabbed his staff, sprinting to the basement as fast as he could. He grit his teeth as he burst into the place, staff at the ready to blast someone or something to frozen bits.
“(Name), what’s going on?! Are you alright?!” He shouted, searching for any sign of you. But what he saw was you, standing there, perfectly fine. Well, your face was as pale as a ghost and you wouldn’t stop staring at a strange thing in your arms. But other than that, you seemed alright.
“L-Loki, what are we gonna do?!” You cried, and he tilted his head, panting in an attempt to recover from his minor heart attack.
“What.. are you talking about?? I thought someone had attacked you when you screamed! You know better than to frighten me like that!” He scolded you as he walked up to you, glaring icily at whatever you were staring at.
“B-But, look at this..
Loki x Pregnant! Reader |To Break News|More Like This
Loki, for some reason unbeknownst to you, was nervous. And it was freaking you the flip-flop out.
The man had sort of gotten you pregnant, and after being engaged for only two months (and practicing safe sex), the miracle atom bomb that was the tiny fetus growing inside you, was due to be announced to the public.
And by the public, we mean the Avengers.
And by the Avengers, we mean the Avengers, plus your friends, who were coming to visit from Xandar, about a trillion plus God-knows-how-many-more miles away. They’d be here in a few hours, and after hearing rumors about them, Loki was not too pleased with the idea of telling them about the child, too.
“Please, (Name), reconsider. They’re going to try and rip out my spine and sell my corpse to Taneleer Tivan.”
“The Collector, woman. I’ve told you about him before.” He snapped, running a hand through slicked back hair anxiously. You just rolled your eyes and scoffed, putting the
CP: Loki x Teen! Reader |Going Home|More Like This
“(Name), I need to speak with you, for a moment.” You heard your father’s voice from the common area of your Tower flat, and you perked up, tossing your phone to the side. Planning pranks on the Green Goblin with Peter would have to wait. Especially since your adopted dad wanted to talk to you.
And since he was kind of/literally the coolest dad you could’ve ever hoped for, you weren’t about to make him wait.
“What’s up?” You asked chilly as you slid out of your bedroom, and you saw Loki sitting on one of the couches, next to your adopted half-uncle, Thor. One of them looked passive, the other totally ecstatic. Which meant it was good news for one, and sort-of-touchy-slash-indifferent for the other.
“Come, sit down. We need to tell you something important.” Loki repeated, gesturing to the soft chair you had officially claimed as yours when you were seven. You’d ended up fighting Hawkeye for it, and somehow (intervention o
The Cleaner (2P!France x Reader x Levi)_______________ was at the end of her rope! It was bad enough Francis was the KING of slobs but lately it has been above and beyond worst than ever. Not only did he take to only living out of his room, he’s been spreading himself all over the house. He had the living room into a cigarette butt infused area with strange stains all over the room, a corner of the kitchen was a garbage area of nothing but waste and a compost like heap in the trash can. But the worst, and she did mean the worst areas were the laundry room, Francis’ bathroom, his study, and his bedroom. The bathroom she could tell was once an area of pristine cleanliness but now it was a dingy, dank, filthy mess covered in body glitter, paint, and other odd things from his previous night with his brothel girls. She couldn’t BELIEVE they still wanted to fuck in there. It was almost too impressive. But the worst and she did mean the WORST thing he’s been doing was shitting and peeing in the plants in hiMore Like This
Home - Ill! Levi x ReaderMore Like This
In a nutshell, Levi felt like shit.
It wasn't the usual "Oh I had a bad day and now it fucking sucks", it was worse than that.
Literally Levi felt equivalent to the excrement littering the sides of the ghetto street. Levi wasn't usually a man who felt Depression but these last few months proved otherwise. Recurrent feelings of guilt and death riddled his thoughts every waking moment. He wasn't sure if he was feeling like this because everyone he cared about died some horrible death or that you left him.
Alright...maybe saying you left him wasn't the proper explanation. Rather you had "taken a break" from your relationship since you had to go off to some damn country Levi could care less about for a few months. Normally one would ask why you didn't maintain a long distance relationship? The simple answer was that you were going to be consumed with your work that you wouldn't have time to call or contact him. In addition, you had it up to your eyeballs that he was co