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𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉. 6

Loki x Reader

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦-𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 🫡

𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 🃏

Tony had recently hired a live-in chef for the team, one whose services you certainly didn’t hesitate to take advantage of.

Loki on the other hand did not seem to share in your enthusiasm as he stared blankly at the breakfast spread before him.

You had all but dragged him from his room to sit out in the common area for breakfast. He made sure to vocalize his complaints and grumbled about as normal, but he still did as you requested.

As you ate through your sleepy haze, you barely noticed Loki’s attention had shifted onto you.

You paused in your eating, sending him a cautious look. “What? Is there something on my face?”

He shook his head negative but continued to eye you strangely.

“I…” He hesitated, brows pinching together slightly as he observed you. “Are you well?”

You sat your fork down with a clink and cleared your throat before nodding. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”

Leaning forward on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly as he studied you. “Something seems… different.”

You frowned, rubbing your forehead. “Yeah, I know. I haven’t been getting much sleep lately for some reason. I’m sure I look kind of bad.”

“That isn’t it. I am used to your constant appearance of fatigue. The lines under your eyes are ever-growing.” He smirked at the look of disbelief growing on your face.

Your mouth dropped. “That is so mean!”

“Only the truth. However, there is something unusual. I simply cannot put a finger on it.” He hummed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You uttered. “But what I do know is that the team has been pretty satisfied with how our outings have been going so far.”

He stared at you for a moment before raising a skeptical brow. “Truly?”

You grinned, relieved he didn’t notice your swift subject change.

“Yes! They have been approving more and more outings for us which is very exciting.”

“Yes, very exciting indeed.” He muttered dryly.

“That’s the spirit! I’ve already started planning our next outing.”

“Which is?”

“We’ll be visiting the Men’s Covenant House of New York.” You grinned before taking another bite of your food.

His face screwed up in distaste. “Excuse me?”

“It’s a homeless shelter a few blocks away. Tony donates to them pretty regularly. I thought it’d be good for you to see what non-rich people or princes' lives look like.” You shrugged. “Plus, it’s always good to give back when you can. I know you don’t necessarily cook or anything like that, but maybe you can provide some sort of encouragement or conversation for them.”

The bewildered expression on his face was almost kodak worthy. He blinked rapidly before leaning forward slightly.

“Firstly, your planet does not house all of its inhabitants?” His pitch rose to a comical level. “And second, what could I possibly say to these pitiful humans? We are clearly not the same. Complete opposites if I must say.”

“Sadly, we do have a large homeless population here in the U.S. We’d rather spend money on destructive wars than help people in need.” You sighed. “And you do have something to share. You have your charm, your charisma, and your confidence. A lot of these people have been through so much and have lost their spark.” You smiled, placing a hand on his. This quickly grabbed his attention.

“If anyone can help them get it back, it’s you. Let’s put that silver tongue to good use for once.” You grinned.

He stared at you in contemplation for a moment before finally giving in with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

“If I must.” He obliged, sighing heavily.

You placed your fork down on your plate to do a little happy dance in your seat. You didn’t miss the subtle twitch of his lips as he watched on, attempting to hide his amusement with a steady look of annoyance.

Sam walked into the room, quickly greeting you with a quick fist bump. “Hey, missy,”

“Hey, Sam.”

To your shock, he didn’t hesitate to acknowledge Loki as well. “What’s up, Loki.” He nodded politely.

“Samuel,” Loki remarked tensely, causing Sam to grimace.

“Please, not the government name, man. Just Sam. Or Wilson. Really, anything but that.” Sam pleaded while filling his plate with food before pausing.

“Wait, not anything… whatever. You know what I mean.” He rasped, shaking his head.

Loki only smirked.

That little interaction made a smile grow on your face. You doubted those two would ever become the best of friends, but it was nice to know that there was a lot less tension in the air.

Things were seeming to move forward in a positive direction.

******

You fidgeted nervously as you sat upright on the examination table, the bright shine of the fluorescence above you making you feel a bit queasy.

You stared down at your hands, noticing how short your nails were getting. Nail biting was never your go to coping mechanism before, but lately, you’ve found yourself subconsciously doing it more and more.

A light knock sounded on the wood-colored door before it opened. Dr. Cho walked in. She greeted you with your name and a brief smile.

Glancing down at the clipboard in her hand, a look of stoicism was quickly shrouded upon her elegant features.

“So we ran a few more tests with the fresh blood samples you provided us earlier and just received the results.”

You rubbed your sweaty palms against your pants, swallowing nervously. “And?”

She paused a beat before meeting your gaze. “I think it’s best if we upped your meds.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

“It shouldn’t be permanent. Just for now. We’ll continue to monitor your levels and will reduce your intake when they go back to a normal and safe looking position.”

You looked down at the floor with a hesitant nod. “Alright. I’m assuming this means that things aren’t improving like we wanted them to.” You felt defeated. You’ve been doing everything she instructed you to do, but you guess that didn’t matter much.

“I’m sad to say so. Your vitamin deficiency has been spiking, and your red and white blood cells count is decreasing. Luckily it’s happening at a slow rate, which is good. It was almost undetectable, but since we’ve been keeping an extremely close eye on you, it sparked a bit of alarm for my team.” She sighed. “Have you started noticing any further symptoms?”

Unfortunately, you had. “Yes, a few more, but I mostly feel tired and worn out more than usual. A few coughing fits here and there but I think I have that under control.”

She nodded at that. “The best thing for you to do is take the new meds I’ll be prescribing you. Please be careful that you take them during their scheduled time, every time. Missing any one of these doses could make these symptoms increase.”

“I understand. Thanks, Dr. Cho.”

You hopped off of the table and began gathering your things while she lingered by the desk, still watching you with a tinge of concern mixed within her gaze.

She cleared her throat. “I don’t normally like to get so up close and personal with my patients, but like I said before you are quite special. I suppose I wanted to know if you have anyone um, waiting for you in the lobby?”

Your mouth thinned and you shook your head silently.

Her disappointed look told you that was not what she wanted to hear. This was the fifth visit you’ve had with her in the span of two months, and you came alone each and every time. And each time she’d take note of the guarded look on your face that expressed your discomfort with talking about the others in regards to your health. Thankfully she hasn’t pushed you any further on it, remembering your previous conversation about doctor-patient confidentiality and discreteness when she first broke the unfortunate news to you.

“Thanks, again.” You said to her before exiting the room.

“Of course. Take care of yourself.” You heard her say before the door closed behind you.

*******

After receiving such grim news, you really needed a mood booster.

Luckily for you, it was game night at the tower, or “family game time” as Tony liked to call it.

You found yourself on the other side of Loki’s door, asking him- no begging for him to attend.

“Come on, it’ll be so much fun! I promise.” You sang while leaning against the other side of the apartment door. He hadn’t even had the decency to let you in but blamed yourself for that y since you texted him about your intentions beforehand.

“I said no.” His semi-muffled voice repeated from the other side of the door. “I am fairly confident you understand what that word means. If not, I am happy to let this be an example for you.”

“I’ll be right by your side the whole time.” You insisted.

“I’d feel more at home in a room full of sharks than I would if I had to spend even one second in their presence. Especially if he will be in attendance.”

You raised a brow at his dramatics, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Yet, you didn’t give up on your task.

“I know, but sharks may try to eat you. This’ll be different. It’ll just be a group of friends playing a few fun games together, not the Avengers.”

He went quiet on the other side for a moment, and you thought you had him. The door flew open and you were met with his critical stare.

“Are those not the same people?” He questioned.

You tilted your head. “Well, yeah but-”

“Then no.”

You felt a strong gust of air rush past you as the door closed right in front of your face.

Your smile dropped into an unamused frown. It was time to wave your white flag and admit defeat. At least you tried.

“Fine.” You grumbled to yourself. “I’d really like it if you would come by. You wouldn’t even have to stay the whole time unless you wanted to. But I’ll leave you be tonight. Maybe next time.”

You accepted your defeat and moved on, only to be pleasantly surprised when Loki shuffled into the game room an hour later with a strong look of disinterest on his face.

He looked around the room, seeming to be searching for someone until his gaze met yours. You perked up and waved him over, and with what seemed to be a great amount of reluctance, he made his way over.

You were in the middle of playing a game of spades with Sam, Bucky, and Natasha who had yet to notice his presence until Loki stiffly sat in the empty seat next to you.

The group faltered in their movements only for a second when they registered who exactly it was who joined them, but to their credit, they continued on with the game. Sam even provided Loki with a friendly nod.

Loki didn’t nod back, but you did see him relax a little. The others were located in different sections of the room, deep into their own games. You noted that everyone was in attendance save for Tony and Steve, which was probably for the best.

You noticed them glancing your way every now and again, Thor even sending Loki a friendly wave which in turn made you smile and Loki roll his eyes.

You leaned his way, nudging him lightly in the ribs. “See, not so scary after all.” You whispered. “Much better than sitting in a room with sharks.”

“We’ll see about that.” He retorted lowly.

As the night went on, you found that the team was being surprisingly cordial with Loki. Your mood picked up even more because of that. You knew that this wasn’t easy for anyone, but the fact that they were all trying was a great improvement.

You moved around the room to join in on the different games the others were playing. Loki was right by your side the whole time. If you moved, he moved. It seemed to be an unspoken rule, and you were just fine with that.

Regardless of his unfamiliarity and slight discomfort with the situation, his face remained neutral, which was much better than the permanent scowl he tended to put on around others.

There were times where a look of mild uncertainty would cross his face if anyone spoke directly to him. He would look to you for directions on what to do and you’d give him a subtle nod in return. He didn’t speak or interact with the others much, but he didn’t straight up ignore them if spoken to. So much progress was being made, and you were feeling on cloud nine. Not once had your mind wandered to your earlier visit with Dr. Cho.

There was a point in the night where Loki became more vocal. Sometimes he would tease you about how bad you were doing at a game, and other times it would be him throwing semi-insulting remarks at Thor from across the table.

Having made it to the last game of the night without a fight, you were just about to call the night a success. Then Steve sauntered in.

He walked over to the large table where everyone sat, taking a seat next to Natasha before apologizing for his lateness.

“Thought you were skipping out on me, punk,” Bucky remarked to him.

“No, I just got caught up in a project. Tony’s still knees deep into it but I’ve had enough for the night.” Steve explained, adjusting in his seat.

“Oh yeah? I just assumed you didn’t feel like getting your ass handed to you in bingo yet again.” Bucky smirked.

You snorted in amusement, covering your mouth. Of course, they’d be competitive at the world’s most elderly game.

Your laugh caught Steve’s attention, and he glanced your way, only to freeze when his eyes caught onto someone else. The mirthful look in his eyes disappeared immediately.

He had finally noticed the outsider in the room.

You felt Loki tense up next to you, and without thinking much about it, you carefully slid your hand atop his from underneath the table. A small smile formed on your lips when you felt him physically relax ever so slowly.

Steve on the other hand still looked taken aback, his unwavering gaze directed at Loki.

When his eyes connected with yours, you sent him a reassuring smile, yet he barely returned it, lips only twitching before sliding his gaze back to Loki.

By the way the conversation died down, it was obvious everyone else had noticed the tension in the room but were trying to not make it even more noticeable.

Sam leaned over to clap Steve on the back, breaking him out of his trance.

“Glad you could join us, man.” He chimed. “We’re just getting started.”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded distractedly. “Me too.”

Then the game began. Time passed and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Steve was unusually quiet but had yet to say anything to Loki which you were grateful for.

However, his eyes frequented your side of the table throughout the game more often than not. You paid it no mind, especially when it didn’t seem to phase Loki at all.

“How pitiful,” Loki remarked as you picked up a losing card. “Getting fired from one’s employment is no small feat. I’m afraid of what might happen to you next.” He smirked, giving you a suggestive look. “Jail, perhaps?”

You scowled at him and playfully pushed his shoulder. “Keep talking and I’ll flip your family’s car over.”

“Physical abuse and an intent to murder my tiny people? Well done, I am so proud of you! But unfortunately, imprisonment might be sooner than you think if you continue at this rate.” He grinned teasingly.

You shot him a look, shaking your head before turning back towards the board game. Your smile faltered when you saw Steve’s intense stare focused directly on you. You could practically feel his gaze burning into you as he studied you and Loki, eyes flitting between the both of you.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile before averting your eyes. You began to feel a slight sense of discomfort at his fierce observation. You understood that Steve was not a fan of Loki, but hoped he would work on moving past it just as everyone else. Even Loki himself was behaving much better than expected tonight.

Sadly, your hopes fell through the cracks when Steve loudly cleared his throat. You inwardly flinched when he said your name and your gaze hesitantly met his.

He sat back in his seat with his arms crossed, a curious (and very scrutinizing) look covering his face.

“I have to say, I’m a bit surprised you brought him along with you tonight.” He professed, nodding his head over at Loki. “Thought you’d keep him away from the rest of us as much as possible, considering the history he has with everyone at this table.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

That caught you completely off guard. You sent Steve a confused look before looking around the table.

The playful and competitive chatter between everyone completely stopped. No one said a word, but everyone looked pretty uncomfortable at Steve’s obvious but unnecessary observation.

But not Loki. He kept his attention on the board game in front of him with an intense focus. As if he hadn’t heard Steve utter a word.

“Um, y-yeah” you finally voiced. “I thought it would be good for everyone to be around each other. It is game night, after all. Everyone on the floor should be included. I don’t think anyone has a problem with that. Do you?”

You looked around in question and heads shook.

“Nope. All is good.” Sam remarked before turning back to the game. “Now, where were we? I was just about to choose the righteous path of getting my college degree-”

“Really?” Steve interrupted Sam’s clever attempt to move on. He looked around at everyone with a high brow, gaze narrowing. “Is that truly the case?

Your pulse increased slightly when you noticed Loki direct his gaze towards Steve from the corner of your eye. That was not a good sign at all.

“It appears as if you are the only one to have an issue with my presence, considering you are the only one constantly yapping about it.” He sneered.

Steve's gaze flitted back over to Loki, and a slow smile spread across his face.

Your hand quickly found his underneath the table yet again. But, this time he didn’t relax. He was already on the defense, body rigid and expression firm as he met Steve’s gaze with fierce challenge.

Seemingly triumphant in his goal of finally getting Loki to tick, Steve let out a wry chuckle, tilting his head to the side mockingly.

“You see, I find it really hard to believe that no one has a problem with you being here, sitting with the rest of us like we’re all just the best of friends.”

“Steve-” you tried to interject but he went on.

“So what that the team as a whole decided to move past your most recent events? You got lucky this time around, but what about the personal attacks you made on us? Do you not remember throwing Stark straight through a window he could’ve possibly dropped 300 feet to his death? Or when you controlled Clint’s mind with that stupid scepter to turn him against us?”

Clint shuffled uncomfortably in his seat at the mention of that.

“I can’t even remember how many times you’ve tried to kill your own brother. You tried it with Bruce, and we all know how that went.” Steve snorted before pointing over at Natasha.

“And when you said those disgusting things to Nat?”

“Steve, not now,” Natasha warned, glaring at him from underneath her lashes.

“What was that you called her? A mewling quim? How charming of you.”

Your eyes widened in shock.

“Yet, here she is, forced to sit around a table with you, playing games like you never said those words to her.

“No one can force me to do anything I don’t want to do,” Nat stated, directing her glare at Steve. “And thank you for that, Steve,” she spat. “I'm sure everyone loves hearing their past mistakes replayed in front of an audience.”

Steve frowned at her. “Mistakes? No, everything he did was intentional.”

“If I recall, he was under the influence of Thanos, cap,” Sam muttered, yet Steve wasn't having it, waving his hand in a gesture of refusal.

“That was his choice. All of it was. And now here he is sitting here like we’re like he didn't try to destroy our lives time and time again.”

You sat forward, about to speak in Loki's defense, but Loki himself beat you to it.

“You’re right.” he concurred, causing everyone, including Steve, to turn their attention to him.

“Your claims are true. I cannot deny any of those incidents, and I am sorry to anyone I have harmed in my previous path to power.” He assured carefully. You were surprised to find a note of honesty in his tone.

“I do not plan on repeating my past mistakes. Nevertheless, things have to move forward, yet you are the only one who cannot seem to get over it. The one person who I've barely laid a finger on.”

You swallowed nervously trying to think of the best way to end this conversation before it spiraled out of control even more.

“You, Captain America,” Loki mocked, “are an utter joke. Your whole existence stems from a foolish experiment, and since we seem to be in the mood of reminding each other of our respective pasts, do you recall being a five foot nothing fragile stick of a man that no one respected?”

Steve’s expression darkened considerably and Loki grinned.

“Hey,” Bucky’s warning tone met your ears. “I think that’s enough.”

Loki didn’t bother to spare him a glance, continuing his verbal assault on Steve.

“We are all aware that no one wants me here. I am used to not being wanted, but let me remind you that your own country did not want you. The country you still fight for today. You weren’t even good enough to fight for them until after they injected you with that pathetic serum.” He spat tauntingly. “With that being said, I would suggest you do as the others have done and get over yourself. I am disinterested in this petty grudge you continue to hold against me.”

You could tell that hit home at the sight of Steve's chest rising and falling rapidly. His jaw was clenched and his brows were lowered.

A tense and uncomfortable silence filled the air between them as they glared daggers into one another.

You sat rigid in your seat, not really knowing what to do or say to make things better. It was probably too late at this point.

Bruce was the first to speak up. “Alright, that’s enough monopoly for the night, folks.”

“We were playing the game of Life,” Sam weakly corrected him.

“Same difference,” Bruce replied before getting up out of his seat with a quiet groan.

Most everyone else followed, gathering their things and trailing out of the room. You stood up from your chair and placed a hand on Loki's shoulder.

“Come on, let’s go,” you whispered, giving him an encouraging squeeze.

Thankfully, he listened to you, finally tearing his fiery gaze away from Steve and rising gracefully from his chair.

You walked Loki out, turning back to glance at Steve once more. He sat at the table alone, staring off into the distance with a dejected expression.

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