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[thebuckysoldier]

Emerald Green and Gold

Loki Odinson x reader

Summary: Your first meeting with Loki, your best friends infamous brother.

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: none

A/N: holy shit, I’m alive. Hahah, no but seriously, I’m sorry I was away for so long. :( I am finishing Identical Monster too, but it’s just taking a little while because right now I can’t find any motivation to write for that story, but don’t worry, it will come soon!! My vacation is almost over so then it’s back to school work and for some stupid reason I write more and better when I have school. So I promise, new chapters are coming. In the mean while, please enjoy this oneshot I wrote for Loki! Thank you!!!

masterlist - thebuckysoldier

Gif is not mine.

It was when Thor first laid his eyes on you, that he knew he was going to befriend you. It was just after the event in London with the dark elves, while you had been with the avengers for a while now, you hadn’t actually met the God of Thunder yet. 

So when you walked in on one of Tony’s many parties, he was shocked. But not because of the way your hair swayed or how your dress made your legs look even more desirable, no that was never the case. And also, he would never, he was too in love with Jane to even notice other girls in that way.

No, what had shocked him, was the color of your dress. It was beautiful, dark emerald green and stopped at your thighs with the black detailing, and the jewelry around your neck, wrists and fingers, a beautiful gold. You wore those colors with pride, they were your colors and they were everywhere around you, the suit you always wore on missions, the way your room was decorated. Always emerald green with golden accents, but how could you not, they were the most beautiful colors in the world and they fit so well together. 

With the events from Svartalfheim still fresh in his memories, he gave you a second look. It were the exact same colors Loki always wore. Thor asked about you to Tony, with whom he had been talking before he noticed you. 

Turns out you had been with the Avengers for a while now, but he had been off world for so long that he hadn’t had the chance to meet you yet. So when he stepped up to you later that night and introduced himself, a beautiful friendship was formed. 

Whenever he wasn’t off world, or with Jane, you two could be found together having so much fun. Whether it was annoying Tony or just the two of you doing something dumb. He was basically your best friend. 

It was strange, how you two fit together so well. He is so different from what you are, he is very outgoing and speaks loud, while you were more than okay with just being on your own and spoke so softly that other people sometimes had trouble with hearing you, but being so quiet was actually one of your best skills, and it’s what made you such a great spy. You also had great fun with it, because who knew, the god of thunder is actually very jumpy. Perhaps it is the difference between you and Thor that created such a strong friendship.

He always talked about his life on Asgard and his family. And you desired to go there one day, even though you knew mortals like you were frowned upon there. Your life was barely as interesting as his, but then again, he was a royalty. 

It was a wonder how you had actually never met his family. You were up-to-date with everything that had happened with Loki as well, how he had ‘died’ and then came back, and had ‘died’ again and came back to life, again. You had heard lots of stories about Loki. About when they were just little boys, and even though Loki had caused so much hurt and betrayed him so many times, you knew Thor still loved his brother dearly and held him close to his heart. 

It was the time you first met Loki that you were baffled. You heard about him so much, first the bad stuff, you were in New York when the Chitauri attack happened, but you weren’t part of the Avengers back then yet. And then you heard about him from Thor. Yeah, sure, sometimes the stories weren’t all that pretty, and you don’t even know how many times Loki has stabbed his brother, but there were nice stories too. They were competitive, yes most definitely, but they had fun together. You also knew the real reason why Loki had been acting up was because he was so hurt, scared and most of all traumatized by finding out the truth about his true heritage. He felt unloved and something like that makes you capable of such horrible things. 

His advent was unexpected, because tonight was supposed to be a charity event, and who invites someone who tried to take over earth to a charity event? 

Well, Thor, apparently. 

“Well, don’t you look divine in my colors?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say but the accent however, you did recognize. The words were almost said like they were directed towards you. 

“Lady Y/N!” Was the next thing you heard, coming from your favorite, overenthusiastic Asgardian. 

“Brother, you didn’t tell me she would be wearing my colors.” You hear the unfamiliar voice speak up again. When you turn around with a soft smile on your lips you were met with two gorgeous men. One of which you knew, and the other one you found out fairly quickly was the one you heard all about in Thor’s stories. 

Thor pulled you into a tight hug while you greeted him back. 

“You must be Loki.” You said to the raven haired, very handsome, man as you held your hand out for him to shake. 

“You are absolutely right, my darling” He said while taking your hand and brining it to his lips. “And may I say, you look especially charming in that dress” 

You had loved this dress from the first time you had laid your eyes on it. The charity even was accompanied with a gala so everything had to be quite chic, so your dress as well. And it was absolutely stunning, The dress was floor length but had a high split on the left side, it was a one shoulder dress, making it fall elegantly over your chest. And what you maybe found the best part of all? The stunning golden belt around your waist accentuating your figure. 

“How has earth been?” Thor asked you, “Did you have to fight some vicious bad guys while I was away?” You smile at the way he says the words, it was so typically him. 

“I’ve missed you” You smiled at him again. 

“Oh, you know I wish I could keep you with me all the time. But they need you too much around here!” he replied, making you feel better. He knew you loved being needed somewhere. 

“Heimdall told me these morons have kept your quite busy” 

“You have Heimdall checking up on me?” You question him. 

“Well, I can’t leave you to yourself all the time now, can I?” The words come out of his mouth like he knew he was guilty of something. 

“Oh brother, I’m sure a woman like her can handle herself well enough.” Loki spoke up, a grin plastered on his face. 

“I know she can, but I can joke around, can’t I?” He says winking at you. 

“Stark!” Thor then says, loudly and he is gone again. Damn his puppy like tendencies to be distracted by anything and everything. 

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say to the man in front of you. 

“Mostly bad, I presume.” Loki answers with a grin. 

“A bit of all” You reply and with those words you left him. 

Yes, you did feel sorry for the guy. You knew why he did the things he did. But the things he did on earth were not okay, and they never will be. All the lives he and his army took back then were not forgiven. You could never forget how New York looked after that battle, and honestly your could call yourself lucky. You have lived in the city your whole life, so pretty much everyone you care about lives there too. You could call yourself lucky because no one you were close to died back then, but you knew others who hadn’t been as lucky. So you definitely weren’t planning on forgiving him for that day, no matter how bad you felt for him. 

Walking over to Nat who was having a conversation with Clint you could feel Loki’s eyes boring on the back of your head. 

“Whose idea was it to bring Loki here?” Clint says as he notices me. 

“Well, definitely not mine. He was talking about how his colors look divine on me. Please make him shut the hell up.” You answer with a huff while rubbing your hand over your forehead, as if to ease your headache. 

“Well, I’m definitely too sober for this, join me while I get a beer… or something stronger” Clint says while holding his arm out for you so you could hook your own through his. 

Clint still held this grudge against Loki, for obvious reasons. So, of course you didn’t blame him. I mean, getting your mind controlled like that really kind of traumatizes you, you knew he still hadn’t healed entirely. 

“While we’re at it, let’s get one for me too. I’m just too sober for this social activity, in general” You say to him, making him laugh. 

“My little social butterfly” he jokes, knowing you probably are the least social people in this room. 

It was a little later in the evening when you found yourself making your way to the balcony. With a filled champagne flute you get through the doors and close them behind you. The air was a little chilly, which was nice, it had been getting too hot for your liking inside so the fresh air was a nice contrast, if you could call it fresh air in this city. 

The balcony was high up so the view was amazing. The sky was dark and the city provided you with an endless sea of beautiful lights. 

You were a night owl, definitely. And this view only made it worse, you couldn’t remember the amount of nights you have spent in front of your window in the tower and just looking at the city you love so much. 

From up here you could still hear the sounds of the city that never sleeps, but they weren’t as obvious. The clamor is more like a nice back ground noise rather than an annoying clash. 

Taking a sip of the champagne you lean on the railing of the balcony you feel the wind blow through your hair. 

“You know, this space is kind of already occupied” 

You recognize the voice instantly from before, Loki.

“Why are you hiding out here?” He says again when you don’t answer his first statement. You turn around to face him, only to give him half a glare. 

“Because unlike you, I don’t crave attention and I am way more content out here with as few people as possible and preferably alone.” 

“I don’t crave attention” he retorts, annoyed. All he gets from you is a huff in response. 

“I’d say you’ve done some things that just yell attention seeking” 

“And you would know how?” 

“I think you’re forgetting that I’m very close to Thor and that your brother has no filter whatsoever”

“You got me there” He responds with a breathy laugh. 

“Why are you hiding out here actually?” You ask, remembering where you are. 

“I’m not dense, I know when I’m not wanted” 

“Yeah, I don’t know whose idea it was to bring you to a charity event, in New York” 

Its silent for a short period of time when you both speak up at the same time. 

“Thor”

The way you said it at the exact same time made you smile. 

“So she is able to laugh” It was just now that you noticed the beer in his hand. He had to enjoy the taste of it because you knew the alcohol wouldn’t  have any effect on him. You have seen Thor more then enough times with his little flask to know Midgardian alcohol didn’t effect Asgardians. 

“I don’t hate you, you know” He seemed surprised at your words. 

“You’d be the first” 

“I’m not and you know that. Thor loves you, and I know Queen Frigga loved you too. You’re just too stubborn to admit it, and you don’t allow yourself to be loved like that.” 

“What are you? A therapist?” He then says mockingly, his words are meant to hurt you, you know they are. But you knew it was his defense mechanism, you knew that what you said had an impact on him. 

“No, just an avenger, just a spy who pays attention.” 

“And who knows Thor who doesn’t know when to shut up” his words are sharp, annoyed, still meant to hurt you. But they don’t, he doesn’t scare nor intimidate you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his mood seems to swing in mere seconds. 

“That too, yeah” You laugh at him, which only seems to annoy him more. 

“I get why you and my brother are close, both as infuriating.” 

“Actually, me and Thor are about as different as different gets, you are just annoyed because I figured you out, before I even met you might I add.” 

“Correct me if I’m wrong” He talks back, “But you’re just an avenger because Stark made you. You used to be on the other side as well, and becoming an avenger makes you feel better about yourself because you know now that the other side was the wrong side. Which you’d still be on if it wasn’t for the friends you’ve made in this tower. But you’re still miserable, you feel guilty. You aren’t the only one who did their research.” 

“If you did you research, you’d know I won’t deny it. You are absolutely right, about all of it.” 

You notice you had taken him off guard, but you couldn’t back down. 

“Only the difference between you and me is that I like the other side now. I know it’s the right side. And it may have taken me up until this moment but it’s also the side I belong to, this side is my side. But do you know which side you belong to?” 

He wants to say something but you cut him off and see his mouth close again.

“And even if you do, do you know it’s the right one for you?” 

You know you left him speechless when the only thing he can do if give you his signature smirk. It’s silent for a few more moments until you decide to speak up again. 

“Okay, I’m done, I’m going back inside” You didn’t really want to, but standing here, outside, with him was starting to annoy you. Obviously you weren’t going to speak up again and by the looks of it neither was he. 

So you let go of the railing surrounding the balcony and turned around, but the moment your back was completely facing him, his hand grabbed your elbow and forcing you to turn around again. 

“I like you, you don’t take shit. You’re not scared to call me out. I can see why my brother likes you as well.” 

With a frown on your face you slowly nod, not understanding where he was going with those words. 

“Have you ever been to Asgard?” He asks then, confusing you even more.

“I have never been there, no” 

“Let me take you sometime. I think you would like it there, and I know how to get you there without Heimdall knowing” 

The raven haired man smiled at you, making it almost physically impossible to not return the favor. His beautiful green eyes were looking deep into yours. It’s not like you could have given him any other answer then a soft, almost whisper like, yes.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part Eight

Series Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: as you're getting to grips with your new life after the serum, Tony decides you need a break

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1707

Warnings: things get a little hot at the end...

A/N: this story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist please drop me a message in my ask box

Part Seven | Masterlist

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Its been a few days since you took the rest of the serum and you’ve just about got to grips with your new strength. It’s been difficult. Not only were you getting used to being a lot stronger, you also found your senses were heightened. Smells, sounds, lights were all so much more stronger, louder and brighter now. Occasionally you found it all a bit overwhelming and would have to retreat to the quiet dark space that is your room. 

You found it difficult to sleep at night. You had a lot more energy now but no way of expending it so when you get in to bed at night you just lie there staring at the ceiling until you eventually drift of. Or you would wonder around the compound in the early hours, exploring. One night you found Steve sitting by himself in the living area. 

“what are you doing up so late?” You ask as you walk into the room, pulling Steve from his thoughts.

“I could ask you the same thing”

“yeah but, I asked first” you respond with a smile as you sit on the sofa opposite him. 

“just cant sleep, too much to think about right now” 

You nod your head in agreement. 

“with everything you’ve been through lately your head must be spinning” He changes the subject, trying to shift attention onto you.

“you could say that” you smile weakly.

“want to talk about it?” He asks. 

“I hope you don't mind me asking this but uh, how did you feel? After the whole, ‘super soldier serum’ thing. Did you still think of yourself as the same person you were before? Or was pre-serum Steve a completely separate person?” 

Steve looks at you for a moment, thinking.

“I don't know. I guess, physically I was different but mentally, I was still the same person. But now looking back, I’m completely different to who I was before. And that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

You look at him confused. 

“what I’m trying to say is; although what happened to you wasn’t good, that doesn’t mean it has to be bad. And you can still be the same person while also being different. Does that make sense?”

“not really” you say, laughing slightly “but not a lot does these days”

The two of you spend a while chatting, Steve telling you about his days in the war until finally you start to yawn and he insists that you should both so to sleep. 

— — — — 

Today was your first day back in training with Natasha. You were slightly nervous after what happened last time but Nat assured you she could handle it, and by the end of the session you felt a lot more comfortable that you were in control of your new strength. After training you went back to your room for a shower and change of clothes. As you were searching the closet for something to wear you hear a knock at the door.

“come in” you shout.

“hey y/n just came to see- oh shit” Tony stop suddenly when he sees you in your bath robe, he turns away shielding his eyes embarrassed “sorry, I didn’t realise…”

“Tony it’s fine” you laugh “it’s not like I’m naked or anything”

“shame” Tony mutters under his breath and you pretend not to hear “well you better get some clothes on quick, we’re going out”

“what? where?” You ask, walking out of the closet to meet Tony

“its a surprise” he smiles “just get dressed and meet me downstairs when you're ready” 

He leaves you alone and you quickly throw on some clothes and dry your hair. You almost run down to the front door where Tony is waiting for you. He holds his arm out and you link yours around it. He walks you out to the car and opens the passenger door for you to get in before walking around to the drivers side and getting himself in. 

“wait, you’re driving? Where’s Happy?” You ask

“I gave him the day off, today its just you and me” he smiles, putting his sunglasses on and starting the car. He presses a button on the radio and an AC/DC song plays through the speakers. 

During the journey you try to find out from him where you are going but he won’t tell you. After about half an hour you feel your eyes getting heavy, staying up late last night and having to get up early this morning for training clearly made you tired. You give in and let yourself drift off to sleep. 

You wake up when you feel the car come to a stop and Tony gently puts his hand on your shoulder. 

“surprise” he says happily as you look through the window and instantly recognise where you are. 

You're at the beach you used to go to as a kid, the one from the painting in your apartment. You cant believe Tony remembered, and actually found the beach. You feel your eyes well up slightly.

“Tony-“ you whisper but you cant find the words. 

Tony reaches behind your seat and pulls out a basket. 

“I made us a picnic. Things have been a bit stressful lately, I thought it would be nice to just have fun and relax.”

“this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you” 

Tony just smiles at you. 

You make your way down to the beach and Tony sets out a blanket for you both to sit on. 

“did you really make this yourself?” You ask, taking a bite of a sandwich. 

“yes!” He replies and you raise your eyebrows at him. “okay Vision helped, but I did make it! He mostly just watched to make sure I didn’t set fire to anything”

“wait, how can you set fire to a sandwich?” You ask laughing. 

“you’d be surprised the things I’ve set fire to…”

After you’ve eaten the surprisingly nice food Tony made for you he takes your hand and walks you down to the edge of the sea. The beach is empty apart from the two of you so you don't have to worry about leaving your stuff on the sand. You stand and watch as the waves of the sea wash over your feet, taking you back to memories from your childhood of doing the same thing. You’ve always loved the feeling of the sea and sand in your toes. 

You feel a splash of water hit you as Tony kicks water playfully at you, pulling your attention back to him. You gasp and kick water back which starts a full on water fight. You run towards Tony with the intention of splashing him but trip over your own feet and fall into him, knocking him down. He grabs you as he falls, pulling you down with him onto the sand. You both burst out laughing and you realise that you haven’t laughed this much in a long time. You look down at Tony lying under you and your heart flutters when his eyes meet yours. Without hesitation you lean in and kiss him and he kisses you back deeply, his arms around you hugging you tightly like he’s afraid to let you go. Suddenly a massive wave crashes over you, soaking you both as you squeal and laugh. You both get up and head back to the your little picnic area where Tony pulls a towel from a bag and wraps it around your shoulders. He sits down next to you and you rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you sit in silence watching the sunset over the sea, just like how you painted it. 

— — — — 

When you arrive back at the compound you're tired from the long journey so Tony walks you up to your room. When you reach the door he stops and you turn around to look at him. 

“well, goodnight then” he says and goes to leave.

“Tony!” You call and he stops “do you maybe wanna come in?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy. 

“are you sure?” He replies, not wanting to seem eager. You smile and nod. He smiles back and walks into your room. You sit together on your bed and talk for a while.

“thank you so much for today” 

“you don't have to thank me” Tony replies

“no, I mean it. I really needed that today. You know after everything thats happened, it was so nice to get away from everything and just be normal for a while. I loved it” you pause, afraid of how he’s going to react to what you say next “and I love you” you finally say, watching his facial expressions but he just stares into your eyes like he searching for something. His hand reaches the side of your face and he pulls you in close to him. Your lips meet. It’s different than any other time, there’s more passion now. He carefully leans you back till you're lying under him, his tongue finding his way into your mouth. He pulls away and looks deeply into your eyes. 

“I love you too y/n” he says before kissing you again, trailing down onto your neck causing a small moan to escape your lips. Your hands start exploring his body and you begin to lift his shirt up. He sits up to allow you to pull it up over his head and throw it to the floor. You run your hand over his chest, trailing a finger over the small blue glowing plate over his heart. He puts his hand over yours. 

“Does this bother you?” He asks, almost looking embarrassed by it.

“This keeps you alive?” You reply and he nods.

“then I think it’s amazing. If it’s a part of you, how could I not love it” you smile and plant a kiss on his chest, trailing kisses up his jawline and back to his lips as you start unbuckling his belt.

As your kisses get even more passionate your clothes end up thrown all over the room as the two of you fall back down into bed together. 

One thing was for sure, you slept great that night. 

part nine

Taglist: @brownbuble​, @shookie-shookie​, @thebuckysoldier​, @chai–chae​, @ilovespideyyy​, @sunflowers-and-snowdrops​

[babysizedfics]

I just noticed something while re-reading your fics, I know that Roman is an age dreamer but at some pints i can see him actually like regressing? like in The Little Prince's Rescue when they were found he said himself he didnt feel little but instead small and stuff like that, was that intentional?

(This is the fic anon is referring to)

Yes it was!

I talked about it in the comments section on AO3 but i'll post it here for clarification

TheBuckySoldier's comment on ao3 included this:

Would you say that this is the first time Roman has slipped this young, or rather the first time he becomes aware that he has the capacity to do so? I'd be curious to know Logan and Patton's reactions to this (since here they obviously had more pressing concerns)

and I replied (with added paragraph spaces for readability):

I believe this is something of a first time for Roman - his littlespace had never been defined by age before since it was always voluntary and just vaguely 'childish' rather than defined by developmental stages as Virgil's is.

I think this might even be the first time that Roman is involuntarily little, at least to a certain extent. It obviously starts off with him acknowledging that he could be big but that he doesn't want to be, but in reality I don't think he would have been able to stay big for very long even if he tried.

You might even be able to define this particular instance as age regression rather than age dreaming, though it will not repeat very often for him as this was a very specific and emotionally intense occurrence.

I do not think he has ever truly been in such a young headspace before, though he came fairly close when he was crying after making fun of Vee in Little Accidents!

As for Logan and Patton's reactions, I may have to explore their reactions in the future!

I have a lil bit more to say now:

Essentially, this fic (though it is kind of brushed over) depicts a worst case scenario for romans nyctophobia - he isn't just scared of the dark like virgil, he is terrified of it, in the fic he is literally paralysed with fear

and in moments of extreme distress, many humans regress in one way or another, whether that be crying or rocking yourself or, for some, completely reverting to a childlike state of mind

this is that instance for Roman. Because he has opened a little (ha) door in himself to acting childish then he is more prone to regressing in moments of extreme emotion

but i still maintain that he is not an age regressor, he has just experienced a couple of moments of regression to a more extreme extent than the average person

[searchingforbucky]

Hi Meg! Hope you’re having a great day! I’m looking for a Bucky x reader story, its called Identical Monsters I think. I don’t remember the author. Any chance you know it? Thanks!!

Hi! Is it by @thebuckysoldier ?

[rightisntalwayseasy-archive]

Text: Mamma mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed you Yes, I've been brokenhearted Blue since the day we parted

[TEXT] I miss you too, Buck. I didn’t think you were that caught up on your popular music.

@thebuckysoldier

[hadhimontheropes-blog]

'You belong to ME

Send 'You belong to ME' and watch how my muse reacts.

thebuckysoldier

Steve glanced up from his sketch pad, a confused look creasing his brow.  "I belong to you?  Bucky you can't own a person..."

[brokenbxys-blog]

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Send me ?¿ to hear my muse speak a different language. thebuckysoldier

"Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar" Locien spoke as he loaded up his sniper looking out the window at shield agents outside. The elf had no fear in killing those outside, no remorse or mercy.

[iownyoupet]

"If I asked you to completely dominate me would you? I wanna be putty in your hands"

"That depends on what you are planning to do to please me?"

[tony-bear]

Greeter Post:

''Ghost boy...'' 

[brokenbxys-blog]

"Can I have a hug or are you going to throw that cup at me?

Nico put the cup down as he sat in the medic wing looking at the other, He was angry but right now he wanted his lover.

thebuckysoldier

[captain-hard-of-hearing]

Ѡ

Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

Steve was sitting by his window sketching the street below when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He raised an eyebrow when he saw it was a image message from Bucky. Oh dear lord… Steve’s eyes went wide and he basically smacked the phone into his lap to he didn’t see the image any more. There was no way that was meant for him, it was so out of the blue. He deleted the message and quickly responded, his face a vibrant shade of red.

[text]: Wrong person Bucky! 

[brokenbxys-blog]

[MSG]: What do you see in that guy

[Text: Kaos -> Bucky] I see a roof over my head, a life for my son and a life where I don't have to kill anyone anymore. Sure it all has a price but I'm used to taking a hit. Anyway, why does it even concern you?

thebuckysoldier