#but idk whether to spilt it into more manageable parts???

[scnderlands]

okay so I’m debating whether to turn this calcharo fic into a short series? even though I have 0 clue where I’d go with it or anything like that, but I’m so bad at writing just smut so I kinda want a little plot???? but wtf would I do with it? LMFAO IDK I HAVE SO MANY DRAFTS URGH

[yoonpobs]

Omg requests are open AAAHHH

may i request an oblivious oc and tsundere yoongi who likes holding oc's hands and idk like maybe oc thinks it's bc his hands are cold and his friends make fun of him and oc only realizes yoongi likes her when they spill his secret

as a yoongi stan, this is my guilty pleasure and this absolutely KILLED ME ily for asking this 🤣and double update today???? who am I????? 

hope you enjoy this v fluffy and v yoongi piece <3

pairing: tsundere!yoongi x oblivious&clumsy!oc

genre: FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFF

warnings: lots of squealing into ur pillow moments. taehyung, jimin & jin being the saviours tbh

words: 3, 136

Yoongi is staring at you like you spilt milk over his favourite pair of sneakers and you have no idea what to make of it.

“Uh …” You drag, blinking up at him with wide eyes when all he does is level you with a blank stare.

You can hear the distinct chatter of your friends in the background, likely already having their go skating around the rink. They always left you and Yoongi alone, for whatever reason it may be. But you weren’t complaining, you wanted to give him your gift in private!

But when Yoongi only stares at the mass of knit in your palms as you hold it out to him, you can only feel your ears flush an embarrassing shade of red at the subtle gesture of rejection. 

Yoongi was by no means a malicious person, but he was very clear-cut. He was straightforward and it was definitely one of his qualities that you admired the most about him. His ability to mitigate any situation, or look at things objectively was something that you struggled with for the most part of your life. Which is why some people would mistake him for cold or uncaring, but you knew better. 

“Do you … do you not like it?” You ask meekly, eyes darting everywhere but his as they continue to stare you down.

Yoongi doesn’t say a word. Instead, he grabs your hands with his larger palm where your gift lays and observes it, scrutinises it as if he’s there to pick apart any stray strand of yarn. His hand, despite his exterior, is soft and gentle when he holds you; and your brain short-circuits for a good five seconds when he traces a thumb over your knuckles.

“It’s cute.” He shrugs.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Your eyes dart down to your hands and somehow you find them in a familiar position. His fingers intertwined with yours and his palm engulfing yours entirely.

“T-Then why don’t you—” You try to pull away, making an effort to dangle your hand-woven mittens in front of him in hopes of attracting his appeal towards it.

But he doesn’t even bat an eye, just sighs and squeezes your hand tighter.

“I’m holding your hand.” He says pointedly, shooting you a serious stare.

You stutter for a response, and despite the chill in the air you hope he can allude to the redness of your cheeks a result of the wind that blows past you and not the flustered state you find yourself in when he tugs your body closer to his.

You suppose you found a bad spot to give him the mittens because you nearly stumble into his chest at how wobbly you are on skates. You planned his gift for weeks, fully aware that your group of friends was intending on coming to ice-skate. 

“I’m really bad at ice-skating. I’ll just slow you down.” You huff with a frown, still attempting to tug your hand away.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I literally don’t care.”

You gape at his bluntness and scowl when he only offers you a lazy smirk. His hand is still tightly wrapped around your own, and you sigh, knowing that it was hopeless to fight against Yoongi when he was far stronger than you were.

“I can skate with Tae or something, he and I are pretty much—“

“No.” Yoongi blinks.

You splutter, “E-Excuse—?”

He snatches the mittens from your other hand and shoves them into his pocket. The action is so quick that you can barely register the way Yoongi is tugging your forehead as you flounder on your feet, already feeling unstable at the way the ice is set on making you fall.

But Yoongi is there like he always is, and he rests a gentle palm on your waist and shoots you a rare and soft smile that makes your heart weak.

“I’ll teach you.” He says it like it’s obvious, “Just hold my hand.”

“Yoongi, I really don’t think—” You weakly protest when he pulls you closer until you’re nestled comfortably by his side, his face set forward as he blatantly ignores you.

“Stop being so stubborn and hold on tight.” He scolds, squeezing your hand when he feels your fingers loosen its grip.

You pout, your other hand patting your cheek in hopes of easing the burning of your cheeks.

.

Lest to say, you are horrid at ice-skating and you wished you stayed home.

Your two left feet was probably the least interesting thing about you, yet it was the one thing that left a lasting impression on the people you’ve met. Whether it be because you tripped up a flight of stairs as you rushed to your next lecture, or if you accidentally torpedoed into a bush while you were attempting to penny

“How are you even real?” He huffs, fingers intertwined tightly with your own. You’re grateful he has a lethal grip on you because you don’t think you’re ready to be doused in ice, even if it was at your own accord.

“I’m sorry!” You whine, hand still clasped with his.

Yoongi doesn’t let go, even if you’re stable on your feet. He never does. He only holds your hand tighter, grumbling something about your clumsiness as he uses his spare hand to adjust the strap of his bag over his shoulders. When he shoots you a look, you feel very much like a scolded child as you pout up at his narrowed eyes.

“What would you do if I wasn’t holding your hand, huh?” He laments, eyes rolling while he tugs you towards the direction of your friends who have somehow all gathered at the corner of the rink.

You stare at your feet, tittering to keep up with his long strides as he keeps the hold on your hand firm. 

“Look, I don’t ask to be swept away—!” You retort petulantly, but Yoongi completely ignores you as he squeezes your hand in response, right as he stops in front of your friends.

You’re still sulking when Yoongi doesn’t let go, shooting you a look that has you pursing your lips shut. 

“Lovely for the two of you to join us,” Jimin snorts.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, but you miss the lethal glare he shoots at your mutual friend.

“I’m sorry that my skating skills can’t keep up with you,” You huff.

You see Jin’s eyes dart down to your intertwined hands, before looking up; a knowing smirk on his face that you can’t decipher.

“Seems like Yoongi has it all settled.” He snickers, nudging Jimin by the side.

You can feel Yoongi roll his eyes next to you, even if you pout at Jin’s words.

“At this rate, I think you’re basically joined by the hands,” Jimin says smugly.

You blink.

“She’ll fall,” Yoongi says blankly.

“Look, I said I’d skate with Tae but he’s so adamant!” You cry.

Yoongi shoots you a dry glare, before briefly releasing your hand. You splutter for a second, surprised at the sudden coldness that engulfs your grip and the emptiness that you feel when he no longer has his fingers intertwined with your own.

“What—?” You furrow your brows but Yoongi pats you on the hand to ease your confusion.

“I’m getting you hot chocolate. Your hands are freezing.” He murmurs, and to prove his point; he grabs your fingers and rubs soothing circles on your knuckles to provide you with any warmth he could.

If your hands weren’t warm, then your cheeks definitely were. You couldn’t hold eye contact with Yoongi because he was staring at you so intently that you may have been the one to melt into a puddle on the ice.

“But the mittens—!” You call, but he’s already skating away to the confectionary stand where they sell hot chocolate.

You sigh, dejected as you frown. Did he really hate the mittens that much?

“You are so stupid.” Jin gawks at you with a shake of his head.

You turn your head so fast that you nearly fall over, but Jimin’s grip on your wrist prevents you from doing so.

“And clumsy, God, no wonder hyung won’t let you go.” He scolds.

You frown, “Hey! What the hell is up with the slander?” You whine.

Taehyung stumbles into the conversation, quite literally almost smashing his body against the divider but he manages to balance himself by gripping the hell out of Jin’s shoulders.

“You deserve it,” He sticks his tongue out as you gape at him.

“What?! Why?” You hiss, “You literally just entered the conversation!”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “And I’ve had to see you and hyung doddle around each other for ages so spare me the fucking brain cells because clearly, you need it more than I do.”

“What—?” You splutter.

“You are literally the densest person on this planet.” Jin blinks.

“What are you guys even talking about?” You cry.

Jimin shoots you a dry look, willing the God’s above to give you a semblance of rationality or logic to put two and two together.

“The hand-holding? The constant going out of his way to do things for you? The fact that you’re the only person he’ll ever smile at even if you do the dumbest shit ever?” Taehyung exasperates.

You blink.

“It’s winter and his fingers get really cold—!”

Jin groans, tugging at his hair in frustration.

“No, you idiot! Yoongi literally doesn’t get cold. He’s the human equivalent of a furnace! He literally doesn’t give a shit if he freezes to death. The only reason why he ever holds your hand is that he wants to!” He yells, grabbing you by the shoulder as he shakes your body while you stare up at him with wide eyes.

Does that mean—?

“He hates the mittens?” You cry, face crumbling.

You see Taehyung, Jimin and Jin’s face fall as they all share a look of disbelief.

“I’m sorry but I have no way to defend you.” Jimin blinks.

“I just wanted to do something nice for him! He’s always taking care of me and I thought knitting him a pair of mittens would help with the cold …” You mumble, eyes darting down to your feet as your voice trails off into a whisper.

“Okay, I know I promised hyung I wouldn’t say anything until she figured it out herself but I can’t take it anymore.” Taehyung seethes to the other boys.

Your eyes dart up, furrowing in confusion as Jimin and Jin’s eyes widen at Taehyung’s statement.

“Figured what—?”

“Dude, Yoongi is going to kill you,” Jin warns.

Taehyung scoffs, “Like I give a shit. I’m losing brain cells listening to her speak so this is an act of self-preservation. He’s going to thank me and so are you.”

“What are you—?” You huff.

“Yoongi likes you!” He exasperates, throwing his hands into his air.

The silence is overwhelming, as the four of you simply blink at each other. Your brain is processing his words, but it doesn’t really make sense. You’re confused as you attempt to deduce the meaning behind it until you come to a conclusion—

You look over at Jimin, “Are the two of you—?”

Jimin wants to scream.

“No, oh my God! Yoongi likes you! You!” He shakes you so hard that your head spins, “He likes you so much it’s disgusting and cute so you better do something about it and not accustom us to this torture anymore, okay?!”

Before you can say anything else, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You blink up, and you see Yoongi offering you a cup of hot chocolate, eyeing the rest of the boys weirdly as they stand there with tightened expressions.

“Here you go,” He says softly, helping you blow onto the steaming cup before gently placing it into your hand.

It warms you up immediately, and you only then managed to piece together what Taehyung and Jimin just told you. The realisation dawns upon you as a scandalised expression makes its way onto your face. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, observing the odd behaviour of the four of you as the three boys ignore his pointed gaze.

“L-Let’s go take a seat,” You stutter, pushing on his chest with your free hand as you attempt to skate away from the wandering eyes. The pressure was too much.

“Hey, hold on, you’ll fall.” He gently chides, doing what comes as second nature to him as he grabs your other hand, giving you a squeeze of reassurance.

As the two of you skate away, you miss the sighs that leave the three boys’ lips.

“So, is there a reason why you tried to skate away like you were an Olympian?” Yoongi asks when the two of you managed to settle down in a small bench outside of the rink, tucked a decent distance away.

You look down at your palms, squeezing around the hot chocolate as you pay attention to the steam that escapes the surface.

The words from Jimin was essentially still haunting you, and you wondered if this was some sick joke of his to get back at you for mixing up his toothpaste with his shampoo a few months back. You sulk because this was a really mean joke and your feelings were about to get really hurt if he was lying to you.

“Hey,” Yoongi murmurs, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up to look at him. His stare is so intense that you find yourself cowering away, cheeks red and embarrassed. “Look at me.”

You can’t.

“I-I … there’s nothing wrong!” You squeak, eyes travelling and landing on different people that wasn’t Yoongi. Anyone that wouldn’t cause your insides to melt with just his gaze alone.

Yoongi purses his lips in disapproval, sighing before he sets his hot chocolate by the table next to the bench and turns to face you. You knew that you had no place to run, especially when Yoongi essentially traps you with his eyes, observing your every move.

“You’re shaking.” He points out.

And only then do you realise that you were shaking, and your hands were basically vibrating with the hot chocolate. You cursed at yourself, and the cold.

“I-I’m cold.” You chatter.

Yoongi frowns, reaching out his hand to immediately grab your own to warm them up. But when you spot his hands, you squeak, immediately retracting them as if he was about to bite them off. 

You realise how it looks, and you notice the slight drop in Yoongi’s expression when you reacted the way you did.

“Are you—?” He begins to ask, slow and tentative.

“Not my hands!” You blurt out.

Yoongi pauses for a second before he relaxes his posture and raises a brow at you in questioning.

“Okay …?” He drags, “Where are you cold? Do you need my jacket?” He asks.

You curse at yourself because you didn’t know how to get yourself out of this situation. Especially now that Yoongi was patiently waiting for your response. Your thighs were essentially brushed up against each other, and his body was leaned over ever so slightly that you catch every strand of eyelashes on his eyes.

You were so weak.

“N-No, I … you can keep your jacket.” You stutter, shaking your head as you pat his puffer down when he goes to shrug it off.

Yoongi’s frown deepens, “Well, can you tell me where so I can help—?”

“My lips!” You declare, voice high pitched and loud enough that it attracts a few stares from bystanders.

Yoongi just stares at you, and you’re mortified when you realise what you said, but you can’t seem to stop now that you’ve already dug a hole for yourself.

“My … lips … they’re ... cold,” You clear your throat, blinking up at him with a false sense of determination in hopes of shielding the way your face is undoubtedly on fire right now.

“Your lips … are cold?” He articulates each world tentatively as he observes your face for any reaction.

You nod.

“Yeah. Cold.” You say.

Oh my God, shut up!

Before you can even run away, and it’s as if Yoongi expects you to flee, he pins your hands down with his own and draws closer to your face so quickly that you can barely even catch his next move.

And kisses you.

Smack on the lips.

He pulls away too fast for your liking, and you’re gaping at him like a fish out of the water when you realise what he did.

“You—” You croak, pointing a finger at him.

But Yoongi leans in once more, pressing a firmer kiss to your lips, one that sends your brain into overdrive as you feel yourself melt into his hold. If you were cold, you definitely weren’t anymore. Not when Yoongi is pressed against you like a warm lover by the fireplace.

He pulls away first, again, and you notice the tip of his ears turning red before he offers you that charming smile of his.

“Took you long enough,” He sighs, reaching out to cradle your jaw in his palm. And only then do you realise that Jimin was right, his hand is warm.

“W-What?”

He rolls his eyes fondly, ignoring the way you stare up at him with confused and wide eyes; likely still absorbing what just happened.

“Just hold my hand,” He tuts, reaching in between the both of you to intertwine your fingers together once more as he rests your combined hands on his lap.

“Does this mean …?” You ask shyly, head ducking away from his eyes.

He smiles at you, and you notice that it’s the same look he’s always had whenever he speaks to you.

He brings the back of your hand to his lips and presses a gentle peck to it, causing heat to rise to your cheeks all over again.

“You warm now, cutie?” He murmurs.

You melt, “Oh my God! Don’t—just—I’m literally going to die!” You whine, shoving your face into his puffer as you scream at his suaveness.

He chuckles, low and deep as he unlocks your hands to wrap an arm around your body, tugging you closer until you’re practically glued to his hip like a koala.

“Don’t die on me now,” He sighs, “Just got you to myself.”

“I hate you so much.” Your complaint is muffled into his puffer, but you can feel his grin on the top of your forehead when he presses a warm kiss to it.

“That’s disappointing. I like you very much,” He returns.

You blush, but you don’t push him away when he laughs into your hair, the sound making you melt further into his arms.

You liked him, too.

[lqvehannie]

Heavenly Voice - Kevin Fairy Au

[ Reader x Fairy : Kevin ]

[♡︎]

Hi ! this is my very first imagine/au, so i’m sorry it’s real bad. i wanted to do a kevin fairy au, because i’m very obsessed with the idea of him being a fairy,,,but in the story itself, he was really fairy-like, so idk what i was thinking.

anyways i hope you enjoy it !

[♡︎]

WARNING: subtle mentions of dead fish

[ Summary ] : you’re taking a nice stroll in the forest your friends had told you about, for you need to relieve some stress you’ve been experiencing recently. you then start to hear a voice in the distance...singing. you had to find out who it was.

[♡︎]

It hasn’t been a great week for you:

your manager at the café you work at keeps insulting the way you work ( wHEN THE OTHER EMPLOYEES WERE DOING LITERALLY NOTHING—)

someone accidentally spilt coffee on your favourite clothing and just ran off

your pet fish died after 3 years of having it :(

& your neighbours have been partying so much, that you’ve been losing sleep because of it

your friends noticed this, and recommended this small forest nearby where you live, and so you thought a nice walk there would calm yourself down.

it was a beautiful place - pine trees stood high, a lot of growth stretched along the pathways, with all differents types of flowers, most noticeably the roses - and luckily, you brought your camera to take a lot of pictures of the place, print and frame them, and they’d look good on your wall.

whilst being captivated by the nature, you start to hear a voice singing in the distance, a heavenly voice. it quickly distracted you from everything you were doing, and you started to turn and look around to see if you’d catch a glimpse of anyone.

you tried following the voice, and that’s when it led to rhododendron bushes. you peeked through the bushes to get a better view of the person...which turned out a boy, looking like some sort of fairy...

he looked so ethereal, sitting there on a log as he sang, surrounded by small, delicate-looking butterflies. his hair was black and messy, and he dressed in a pink dress shirt, with a simple pair of jeans. the sunlight radiated onto him, making his face glow with beauty, his voice suiting his features perfectly.

you didn’t know how long you were daydreaming, but you were finally snapped out of your thoughts when you realised he was in front of you. you yelped and fell back, shuffling away from him.

“oh shoot sorry for scaring you! i just noticed you were staring at me here in the bushes, and i was wondering if you needed anything? you seemed lost, are you okay? wait, who are you? oh wait, let me help you up first—”

he reaches out slowly for your hand, you grabbed it and got up, quickly brushing all the excess dirt on yourself. he guides you over to the log he was sitting on earlier, yet again, you felt hesitant, but he reassured you and gave you a large smile. as you finally sat down, he started asking the same questions he asked before, and he waited attentively for your answers, his small hazel eyes and small rosy lips still giving you that large smile.

“i-i’m sorry for disturbing you...i-i was on a little walk when i heard someone singing and wanted to see who was, turns out it was y-you. i guess i w-was just a little shocked at seeing you.”

he laughs a little before responding, “no need to be sorry, i mean, it’s not a normal thing to see someone like me - a fairy.” he starts laughing again, making you laugh with him, his laugh is so contagious. “i’m kevin.” he held out his hand again, for you to shake it, “i’m y/n.” you take his hand and shake it, you both smiling at each other with admiration in your eyes.

minutes later, you were both walking along the pathway you were on earlier, talking about what hobbies you each had, your favourite music genres, and basically your lives. you had just met him 30 minutes ago, but you felt like you had known him forever - him made you feel safe and you trusted him. he was like almost exactly like any human: same clothing style, same personalities (ofc, everyone has their own personalities, but i hope you understand what i’m trying to say OSHSHSGHS), but the only thing that was different was that he had wings - and they were the main thing that attracted you to him.

you spent many long, but amazing hours hanging out with kevin:

he showed you to his favourites spots in the forest (one place in particular where he made a small den, full of all the art pieces he had created)

he found two abandoned riding bikes on the side (how convenient BAHAHAH), and you two just started driving around, having mini races - he won most of them, but you kept saying that his wings were giving him an advantage </3

he was able to communicate with animals, so whichever animal you wanted to hold (squirrels, owls, birds, etc...), he could get them to you, and then he watch you UwU at the animals (he himself, was secretly dying because of the cuteness overload that was: you :3)

but most importantly, you both had bonded with each other, creating a friendship - and soon maybe even more - that you would cherish forever :)))

(you can’t forget the mass amount of photos you took of him! :D)

however, time flew by too quickly, for the sun was started to set, and this was a signal to tell you to go home. he begged you to stay a little longer, to watch the sunset with him, but you kept telling him that you needed to rest for work the next day. he finally gave in, and you both went back to where you entered the forest, his eyes full of sadness, and you noticed his eyes turned a faint blue colour, mirroring his emotions.

“you aren’t going to forget about me, aren’t you? w-will you come and visit me? maybe i can visit you! maybe i—”

you quickly hugged him, never wanting to let go, as he hugs you back. “of course i’m not going to forget you! i’ll make sure to visit whenever i can!” you part away from him, to see his eyes had turned pink, giving you that smile of his again.

you started walking away from him, waving each other goodbye, which hurt quite a bit. however, the wait of seeing each other again wasn’t long - in fact, you were able to see each other everyday after you had work. and now, in your bedroom, you have a wall full of photos you’ve taken in the forest, whether it was nature, him or even you.

you finally found the perfect person for you to watch the sunset/sunrise with - even stargaze with, to laugh with, to have someone listen to your worries and comfort you.

and you can’t forget that heveanly voice of his that brought you to him, and his magical aura that captivated you even more. even if his wings sometimes hits you in the face...but we can forget about those moments. ;o;

[imagine-loki]

Mad Predictions

TITLE: Mad Predictions

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1

AUTHOR: inspired-snowflace

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: “A freedom restrained the sun shall invoke, The gift from the plea a mother spoke, Purpose shall be bestowed upon your life, In form of one you should have called wife, A lover presumed dead shall be back, Now shall you truly pay for your attack.”

Ever since the fortune teller had spilt these words, Loki’s life was thrown into a hurricane. He dared to hope that after the attack on New York and the following arrest, things would get better, but these words seemed to point in an opposite direction.

Things would never remain the same, for better or worse.

RATING: Everyone

NOTES/WARNINGS: Mentions of Amnesia (idk whether that requires warning)

While drinking your morning coffee, you made another futile attempt to remember your past. The only things that you knew about the life you had lived was your name and the cracks behind your head and then your head drew a blank. The cracks glowed a dull orange as if your brain was filled with an orange liquid which glowed through the cracks. However, they seemed to pain a bit today.

And of course, your powers. You could literally control life itself. You could heal most mortal injuries which would have easily killed people. But the better side of your powers didn’t hide the worse. You could pull souls from the bodies of people, killing people brutally. However, both were physically exhausting. The best you could explain was that they were like the battery of the phone- the more you used it, the more energy it drained. And if it ever hit 0% - dead. Unlike a phone, you can’t be revived.

You set your empty coffee mug down to gaze in the mirror. Somehow coffee landed last in your morning routine. Since you didn’t remember your age, the best estimate one could make was that you were 20, entering 21. However, you looked like you hadn’t aged a day since your first foot (atleast the one you remember) on Midgard. This made you the youngest Avenger. You smiled at the strange name of your family. Being the youngest, they looked after you by putting their own lives on the line and you gladly did the same.

You heard a soft knock on your door. You assumed it would be Steve asking you to join him for training. He entered after receiving your permission. Greetings and some brief talk was exchanged.

Then Steve said, “Y/N, Thor is coming back from Asgard today.” You grinned. You somehow felt very connected to the Captain and Thor. It felt as if they had been a part of the life you didn’t remember. The connection with Steve was on an emotional level. You knew that every problem you had could be shared with him. This also made Steve ideal to handle your seldom tantrums. Whereas, with the Asgardian, you felt more connected physically. You felt very secure around him. Indeed, this feeling was around others too, but with Thor it was taken to a whole new level. You knew Thor would lay a thousand corpses, including his own before letting a finger to touch you. You both shared the same tastes, the same love for pop tarts and the same choices for all things Midgard. Naturally, you had more affection for them both.

As if on cue, rainbow lights surged outside and you saw that Thor was not alone. You heard Steve mumble a soft “Oh no” under his breath. Without inquiring the reason or the identity of the man you rushed out to greet Thor.

You heard Tony grumbling and arguing about something with Thor but all stopped in your presence; even though Tony and the newcomer didnt see your face which was covered by Thor’s enormous body which completely encased yours in a bear hug.

“Oh! And that is Y/N, She is the youngest of us avengers. I don’t think you have seen her before. But do not even attempt to come closer than two feet towards her unless you wish to die the most gruesome death. If you do, then we would happily oblige without harm to her.” You heard the billionaire introduce you to the newcomer. And something told you that the last sentence wasn’t some friendly banter.

By the time you managed to escape from Thor’s hug, Stark had left mumbling about additional arrangements to JARVIS.

“Hey” you said to the newcomer before seeing his face.

Wait! Loki? “Oh.”

The guy who attacked New York? No. You decided not to judge him by his previous actions.

“I see you know me.” Loki said without even looking at your face.

Your eyes met and a sudden jolt went through your body landing straight at the bunch of cracks behind your head. “Ouch” You said touching the scar on your head, being caught off guard by the pain. You saw Loki staring at you and a whisper left his tongue “Y/N…”

By that time Thor came beside you and placed his hands on your shoulders before asking about your wellbeing.

“My scar hurts. It has been doing so since morning.” You tell him.

“Scar?” Loki said taking sudden interest in you. You turned back to show the glowing scar on your head. Loki seemed shock.

“Yes. I know. Cruel. This is the only memory I have of everything I have lived before the attack on New York.” You said with a smile. Loki gave you a confused look.

“Brother, the attack on New York is Y/N’s first memory. She remembers nothing that happened before the attack .” At that statement, Loki looked at Thor as if he was expecting his brother to punch him, but somehow Thor didn’t.

“Where were you during the war?” Loki questioned with a sense of urgency, as if worried for your wellbeing.

“Oh, well, somebody had to take care of the injuries of the civilians.”

“You look like you cant handle yourself and you were there to take care of civilians! Indeed, you will protect this measly planet of your with your fellow pathetic assassins.” Loki said disgustedly allowing his cold demeanour to take over. He shot you a look as if questioning your entire existence and as if you could have stopped the war of New York all by yourself.

You felt your blood boil and your scar glow. You were not one to get angered easily but the looks he shot you! The way he behaved! And most importantly, the way he talked about your family! “Listen up, kid! If you don’t wanna be nice or help, fine! But trust me when I say that I haven’t learnt to hate and wont hesitate to learn it for you!” You said stomping off.

A few minutes later you heard a knock on the door and you presumed that Thor had told Steve of your ordeal and he was here to calm you down. Without waiting, he entered and sat beside you on your bed.

“Y/N, ignore him. He is a jerk.”

“No.” was your firm reply.

“Pardon me?”

“No Steve. He is not a jerk. I felt something connect to him. Just like I felt with you or Thor, for that matter. But it was more deep. If I feel sympathy for you, I feel empathy for him. If I want you in my life, I need him. If I like you, I love him….”

Loki POV :

Loki sat in his room for hours just staring at the ceiling. Nothing different than what he was doing in the Asgardian prison. He recalled the lines of the fortune teller –“A lover presumed dead shall be back again.” It was not possible. You had died right in front of his eyes. And yet here you were, happy and pretending as if nothing had happened. But the truth- he had murdered you.