People disappear all the time. Young girls run away from home. Children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives take the grocery money, and a taxi to the train station. Most are found eventually. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. Usually.
You’ve already seen my Jamie, but I couldn’t leave him all alone, so I made his Sassenach, Claire, as a 3D cross stitch doll, too. The patterns are available in my shop: http://robinsdesign.net/
Imagine living at Avengers Tower where Loki also lives. After the election, you talk about packing your bags and leaving the country. At night Loki appears next to your bed, asking you to stay.
Written by request of @winterwriter8845 who wanted a Flangstysmutty fic involving Loki. I hope you all enjoy.
It was election night at Stark Tower.
Though there was food and drink everywhere, the atmosphere was more like a wake. Everyone in the room was paying attention to the election results, which had finally been announced. The winning candidate had been one that the Avengers had worked with before. A man who made it clear that he intended to use them as his own persona squad. He was a man whom no one on the team wanted at the helm, but here he was.
But as bad as the news was for the Avengers, they knew it was worse for one other: you.
The others noticed how quiet you had become as the news was announced. It took all you had to not be sick right there as you read the text on the news scroll announcing that the one man you feared most had claimed victory and in a few months, would be sworn in as President of the United States. That man would be your boss.
No one wanted to be the one to break the silence, but it fell to you to do so. Shock soon gave way to fury. Fury at the face of the man whom you loathed most in the word claiming victory.
“I’ve given years of my life to this country, nearly died for it more times than I care to count, and now I’m going to have to answer to him?!” You said, your voice starting low and quickly rising in volume to a shout.
“Y/N.. Stay calm” Natasha started to say. “It’s still early.”
“Stay calm?! He has made it clear more than once that my years of service as a SHIELD agent means nothing to him. I’m sure he will give me my walking papers personally.” You yelled.
“We won’t let that happen.”
“He can’t do anything for several months yet.” Natasha added. “And even then his power is limited. Despite what he may think.
Quickly you had enough of the whole thing and turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” Sam Wilson asked as you passed by.
“To pack my things…or commit treason. Whichever will get me away from answering to him.”
“Please don’t leave Y/N, let us try and sort it out first.” Steve asked gently, already formulating a plan of action. He was not about to let you be given your walking papers if he had anything to say about it.
“Fine but forgive me if I don’t hold my breath. Good night.”
Emotionally and mentally exhausted, you retired to your private quarters for the night. Flopping onto your bed, you buried your face in the pillows and hopped for a fleeting moment that all this was one big nightmare and that you would wake up to good news and breakfast in bed courtesy of a handsome gentleman. A gentleman who just happened to be a God.
Remembering said gentleman, another worry came to your mind. He had mentioned before he left for his mission that there was something he wanted to tell you when he returned. Even though he assured you it was a good thing, after the day’s events, you were uncertain that there was any news he could give you that would make you feel better.
