everyone had split off to talk to in smaller groups about specific parts of the mission, Thor’s eyes often went to where you stood with Wanda and Bruce. which is when he noticed that he wasn’t the only one looking.
many of the other guys were casually looking at you at different intervals. it set Thor’s teeth on edge immediately, however, he couldn't blame the others, you were smart, beautiful, kind… exactly what he’d expect from the daughter of Athena.
it was settled then, Thor would have to ask you out first, that couldn’t be too hard, could it?
Summary:Joining the Avengers wasn’t on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away… But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That’s exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders…
×
“Stark called me again.” You say, a cup of tea still half full and warm in your hands. “Guess why.”
“Recruitment.” Steve sighs, putting the empty bowl of cereal on the coffee table next to his feet.
“Yup. He came with the ‘hello, how are you? How’s your job, how’s your paycheck, blah blah blah, wanna join us?’ ” Rolling your eyes, you pull your legs over, folding them under you. “Same thing as always.”
“He cares, (Y/N),” Steve says, turning the TV volume down. “On his own way, but he cares… But… Actually, (Y/N), I’ve been wanting to ask you to accept Stark’s for a different reason.”
Pinching your eyebrows together, you move to the kitchen island, sitting on the stool. “Different reason?”
“Yeah.” He heavily sighs, glancing at you before focusing on the dishes again. “You know we’re having problems with Bucky. Well… With his other side.”
“Wait.” You nervously chuckle. “You want to set me up with Barnes?” Steve’s friendship with Bucky is well known to you. They’re like brothers, and you, having the same feeling towards Steve, have the exact idea how that must feel. If it was Steve suffering from this, you’d be heartbroken. “I don’t see how I could be of any help.”
“It wasn’t my idea, not originally. The Hulk only calmed down after Banner got closer to Nat.”
“So you are trying to set me up with Barnes.” You don’t have much contact with him. You met him twice when Steve managed to make him go out and you were there too. But that was it.
“I trust you. And Bucky knows I trust you. I just think having someone by his side could help somehow.”
“Doesn’t he have the other Avengers?”
“He feels guilty because of what The Winter Soldier did to them. They’re there to help, of course, but he holds back, isolates himself. Not as much as before, but still.”
“And you think I could help him how?” Shrugging your shoulders, you wonder if you could do it. But that would also mean finally joining the Avengers. So there’s that.
“If you manage to befriend him, I think it would be enough.”
“You think tiny, little me will be enough to keep the Winter Soldier away.”
×
“What’s up, Barnes?” You ask, sitting next to him, a leg on each side of the bench as you sit sideways, facing him. “I heard the punchbag crying, you should give it a break.”
Bucky smiles a little before looking at you. “Hello, miss–”
“(Y/N).” You cut him off, pointing your bottle at him. “Call me (Y/N).”
“Call me Bucky.” He says, nodding his head. “So Steve managed to finally convince you to join the Avengers.”
“He did. But only because I was given a special mission.” Nobody intended on keeping this a secret. Bucky needs to know you care, you and Steve. “I’m here to help you.”
He furrows his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders. “Help me? How so?”
“I–”
“Tell me it’s not about the other guy, (Y/N).” He moves to stand up, but you hold his arm, keeping him from going anywhere. “This is dangerous. I can’t believe Steve brought you into this.”
“Steve is worried about you. And it’s not like I’ll… Do something. I’m just here to… Offer you my friendship and stand by you, no matter what.” Bucky sighs, shaking his head. But he sits down again, looking at the floor. “And well, I’m with the Avengers now. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Just stay away when… He… Comes out.” Bucky says in a low, sad voice.
×
“Who are you?”
The voice, low and deep, but at the same time way too loud, breaks the silence and startles you, making your blood run cold for a second. You push the fridge door close in your desperation, eyes quickly moving to the source of the sound. There’s a figure seated on the edge of the table, alone in the dark. The only thing that helps you recognize him is the ray of blueish light that illuminates his shoulder and chest.
“Damn it, Bucky. You scared the hell out of me.” You whisper, a hand on your heart. “What are you doing here in the dark?”
“Who are you?” He asks again, and you just don’t follow.
Squinting your eyes, you tilt your head to the side a little. “Is it a joke? Like a knock-knock joke? Because I don’t get it. You should–”
You’re still speaking when he abruptly stands up, and that’s when it clicks.
Bucky doesn’t speak like this. Bucky doesn’t behave like this. Bucky doesn’t walk up to you like he’s ready to take you down.
“W-wait.” You mutter, raising a hand at him. As if it could stop him. Your eyes fall on the knife holder, but since your fighting reflexes weren’t mastered yet, he moves at the same time you do, blocking your way.
“I won’t ask a third time,” Bucky says, and the lower tone of his voice scares you. But it’s even worse when he takes a knife.
“Shit.” You mumble, slowly moving backward. Then it happens suddenly. He catches up to you, violently pushing you against the wall. A yelp leaves your lips when his metal arm lies on your chest, metal hand with a firm grip of your shoulder as his forearm presses your collarbones. It feels like he’s a rock that fell on you, making it impossible to move. “Bucky, please–”
“I’m not Bucky.” He barks, and you feel the blade against your side, right on your ribs.
“No, you’re not.” You tell him, talking fast. “You’re the Soldier.” To that, he tilts his head to the side a little, his eyes set on yours as the man towers over you. “And I swear I mean no harm.” Grinding your teeth at the pain, you wonder if he could break your collarbone or dislocate your shoulder. But you try to remain calm, slowly raising both your hands, showing him you have no gun, no weapon, nothing. “Soldiers don’t kill unarmed, defenseless women.”
“I do if I’m given the order.”
Breathing deeply, you weakly nod. “But you have no orders.” A red, floating circle gets your attention, and your eyes move from Bucky to the rectangular screen on the wall. Tony’s AI is watching. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. isolate the kitchen. Security protocol number seven.”
“Are you sure, miss (Y/N)?” He asks.
“Yes, I am.” You assure him, and you only listen as the metal doors are closed, locking you and the Winter Soldier alone.
“What are you doing?” He asks in a low voice, stepping closer to you until his whole body is pushing you against the wall, eyes never leaving yours. As if you’re some imminent threat that he needs to be aware of at all times.
Summary:Joining the Avengers wasn’t on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away… But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That’s exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders…
×
“Stark called me again.” You say, a cup of tea still half full and warm in your hands. “Guess why.”
“Recruitment.” Steve sighs, putting the empty bowl of cereal on the coffee table next to his feet.
“Yup. He came with the ‘hello, how are you? How’s your job, how’s your paycheck, blah blah blah, wanna join us?’ ” Rolling your eyes, you pull your legs over, folding them under you. “Same thing as always.”
“He cares, (Y/N),” Steve says, turning the TV volume down. “On his own way, but he cares… But… Actually, (Y/N), I’ve been wanting to ask you to accept Stark’s for a different reason.”
Pinching your eyebrows together, you move to the kitchen island, sitting on the stool. “Different reason?”
“Yeah.” He heavily sighs, glancing at you before focusing on the dishes again. “You know we’re having problems with Bucky. Well… With his other side.”
“Wait.” You nervously chuckle. “You want to set me up with Barnes?” Steve’s friendship with Bucky is well known to you. They’re like brothers, and you, having the same feeling towards Steve, have the exact idea how that must feel. If it was Steve suffering from this, you’d be heartbroken. “I don’t see how I could be of any help.”
“It wasn’t my idea, not originally. The Hulk only calmed down after Banner got closer to Nat.”
“So you are trying to set me up with Barnes.” You don’t have much contact with him. You met him twice when Steve managed to make him go out and you were there too. But that was it.
“I trust you. And Bucky knows I trust you. I just think having someone by his side could help somehow.”
“Doesn’t he have the other Avengers?”
“He feels guilty because of what The Winter Soldier did to them. They’re there to help, of course, but he holds back, isolates himself. Not as much as before, but still.”
“And you think I could help him how?” Shrugging your shoulders, you wonder if you could do it. But that would also mean finally joining the Avengers. So there’s that.
“If you manage to befriend him, I think it would be enough.”
“You think tiny, little me will be enough to keep the Winter Soldier away.”
×
“What’s up, Barnes?” You ask, sitting next to him, a leg on each side of the bench as you sit sideways, facing him. “I heard the punchbag crying, you should give it a break.”
Bucky smiles a little before looking at you. “Hello, miss–”
“(Y/N).” You cut him off, pointing your bottle at him. “Call me (Y/N).”
“Call me Bucky.” He says, nodding his head. “So Steve managed to finally convince you to join the Avengers.”
“He did. But only because I was given a special mission.” Nobody intended on keeping this a secret. Bucky needs to know you care, you and Steve. “I’m here to help you.”
He furrows his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders. “Help me? How so?”
“I–”
“Tell me it’s not about the other guy, (Y/N).” He moves to stand up, but you hold his arm, keeping him from going anywhere. “This is dangerous. I can’t believe Steve brought you into this.”
“Steve is worried about you. And it’s not like I’ll… Do something. I’m just here to… Offer you my friendship and stand by you, no matter what.” Bucky sighs, shaking his head. But he sits down again, looking at the floor. “And well, I’m with the Avengers now. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Just stay away when… He… Comes out.” Bucky says in a low, sad voice.
×
“Who are you?”
The voice, low and deep, but at the same time way too loud, breaks the silence and startles you, making your blood run cold for a second. You push the fridge door close in your desperation, eyes quickly moving to the source of the sound. There’s a figure seated on the edge of the table, alone in the dark. The only thing that helps you recognize him is the ray of blueish light that illuminates his shoulder and chest.
“Damn it, Bucky. You scared the hell out of me.” You whisper, a hand on your heart. “What are you doing here in the dark?”
“Who are you?” He asks again, and you just don’t follow.
Squinting your eyes, you tilt your head to the side a little. “Is it a joke? Like a knock-knock joke? Because I don’t get it. You should–”
You’re still speaking when he abruptly stands up, and that’s when it clicks.
Bucky doesn’t speak like this. Bucky doesn’t behave like this. Bucky doesn’t walk up to you like he’s ready to take you down.
“W-wait.” You mutter, raising a hand at him. As if it could stop him. Your eyes fall on the knife holder, but since your fighting reflexes weren’t mastered yet, he moves at the same time you do, blocking your way.
“I won’t ask a third time,” Bucky says, and the lower tone of his voice scares you. But it’s even worse when he takes a knife.
“Shit.” You mumble, slowly moving backward. Then it happens suddenly. He catches up to you, violently pushing you against the wall. A yelp leaves your lips when his metal arm lies on your chest, metal hand with a firm grip of your shoulder as his forearm presses your collarbones. It feels like he’s a rock that fell on you, making it impossible to move. “Bucky, please–”
“I’m not Bucky.” He barks, and you feel the blade against your side, right on your ribs.
“No, you’re not.” You tell him, talking fast. “You’re the Soldier.” To that, he tilts his head to the side a little, his eyes set on yours as the man towers over you. “And I swear I mean no harm.” Grinding your teeth at the pain, you wonder if he could break your collarbone or dislocate your shoulder. But you try to remain calm, slowly raising both your hands, showing him you have no gun, no weapon, nothing. “Soldiers don’t kill unarmed, defenseless women.”
“I do if I’m given the order.”
Breathing deeply, you weakly nod. “But you have no orders.” A red, floating circle gets your attention, and your eyes move from Bucky to the rectangular screen on the wall. Tony’s AI is watching. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. isolate the kitchen. Security protocol number seven.”
“Are you sure, miss (Y/N)?” He asks.
“Yes, I am.” You assure him, and you only listen as the metal doors are closed, locking you and the Winter Soldier alone.
“What are you doing?” He asks in a low voice, stepping closer to you until his whole body is pushing you against the wall, eyes never leaving yours. As if you’re some imminent threat that he needs to be aware of at all times.
A/N: While everyone else was freaking out over a naked Thor, I cried my eyes out after seeing his Loki tattoo. Then this happened. Enjoy, everyone!
Words: 1734 Warnings: pure fluff… and needles, I guess
With a sigh, you closed your browser. You had now saved a total of three hundred pictures to your laptop, all of which were tattoos by different artists from all over the world. You had been dying to use your own body as a canvas for years but unfortunately, never had the courage nor the money to put colour on your skin forever.
And then, you had met gods and superheroes and your life had taken a complete turn and your priorities had shifted entirely and you had fallen in love with the Norse God of Mischief. Passionate sex had led to feelings you could barely describe with words and now here you were, utterly devoted to a man who would outlive you by thousands of years.
People gave you strange looks whenever you mentioned your devotion to Loki, including the Avengers. And while his brother Thor was celebrated as the hero, Loki was still viewed as the villainous brother who attempted to subjugate the planet all those years back. It didn’t matter how much good he did, not to them anyway. Loki always acted like he didn’t care but whenever Thor, the media, and all of his followers praised him for yet another triumph, you could see the pained expression on Loki’s face—the disappointment.
“It’s getting warmer…” You murmured, cuddling up to him. He was so nice and cool you had a feeling this summer would be a lot more bearable than the previous ones. And even though he claimed that he hated physical affection, you could tell he was enjoying being close to you.
“Loki, we’re on the news!” Thor bellowed. He came barging into the room not caring for privacy, with an excited expression on his face. Loki rolled his eyes all the while you were flinching.
“Heavens, Thor…” Loki complained. You sighed, reaching for the remote to change the program. Thor was right, he was on TV—and he was being interviewed. The reporter was beaming, praising him for his help, admiring his strength. Not with a single word did he mention Loki; nor did Thor.
Loki pressed his lips together to a thin line and swallowed. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes once more when you wrapped your arms around him tighter. And then, finally, the camera panned to Loki for a split second. After that, it was a group of squealing fans holding posters and signs and screaming Thor’s name. One of them had Mjölnir tattooed on her forearm. Huh…
“Thor and his brother…” You heard the reporter say. There was nothing else of importance. The God of Mischief sighed. You switched the program again.
“Always a pleasure to be inside this square box.” Thor said, grinning widely. Then, all of a sudden, he paused. “It almost looks strange to see a woman in your arms, brother.” He looked at you. “I don’t know how you put up with him but I’m glad he found someone who seems to like his… chaotic nature, shall we say?” He grinned once more.
Loki tensed up, still stiff even after Thor had left.
“Loki… are you alright?”
He hummed in response. You put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. At least you now finally knew what type of tattoo you were going to get.
-
Would it stay on your skin forever? Yes. Were you facing any hesitation at all? No. You wanted a part of Loki to be with you at all times when he was gone and this, strangely enough, appeared to mean so much more than a wedding ring.
Thousands of fans were committed to Thor, and not a single person had yet expressed their gratitude towards Loki, not to mention that it seemed he himself couldn’t quite believe he was worthy of such gratitude… let alone your love.
It was the following day already that you found yourself in the tattoo studio. They had given you a last-minute appointment after learning who you were and when you had sent your artist an e-mail with what you wanted to get, even the barrier of virtual communication was unable to hide both his confusion and probably even hostility.
In any case, though, he met you neutrally the following day. After shaking his hand, he showed you the template he had made with your pictures and, after making sure you were fine with it, got to work.
You barely registered your surroundings. The walls were full of art, the smell of sanitiser and what must have been the tattoo colours filling your nostrils, and in the background, you could hear the humming of another tattoo gun along with some rock music.
It was only then, when you sat down on the chair, that nervousness began to wash over you—not because you were second-guessing your decision but rather because this man was about to repeatedly poke your skin with a small needle.
“It’s a little too late to ask but would you prefer some numbing cream?” He asked.
You shook your head, smiling mischievously. “Seriously, dude, I fight wars with the Avengers.”
“Yeah, stupid question… So, um…” You resisted the urge to flinch when he started tattooing you. Actually… it wasn’t so bad. Well, the numerous forums you’d been on online had promised you that the inside of your arm was a piece of cake compared to, say the ribs. You were planning on getting more tattoos one day but for now, this one it was.
You couldn’t wait to see Loki’s reaction. He had no idea you were here.
“Why… why Loki? I-I mean… I know you’re technically an Avenger but… that dude’s kinda evil.”
“Evil? He’s helped Thor and the others on missions countless times by now.” You tilted your head. “People just refuse to see the good in him.”
“Suit yourself, I mean… he tried to enslave all of humanity but…”
“That was a long time ago. And it wasn’t entirely his fault if you remember Thanos.”
The tattoo artist cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess… Still. I mean it’s your skin.”
“Exactly. So let’s just do this. This is my first tattoo, I’d like to have a good memory of getting it and not sit here for hours defending my bo-“ You stopped yourself before you could say boyfriend. He’d see soon enough, for you had asked Loki to come pick you up here a little later. Besides, Loki didn’t like to be called your boyfriend. He was much more of a… lover, he had said. It had a nice ring to it.
“Yeah, yeah… sorry. I promise your choice of tattoo won’t impact the quality of my work. You’ll love it when it’s finished.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
-
You only had to take two breaks in between, drinking plenty of water and stretching your legs a bit. Once the tattoo artist had finished up and wrapped clear foil around your tattoo to protect it, you sent Loki a text.
It was odd, every single time, to remind yourself that Loki was using a phone. He never used emojis though, for some dubious reason. That almost made it hard for you to tell when he was being sarcastic or not.
“What is this place? What are you doing in a tattoo parlour?”
“I was shopping for flowers. What do you think?” Chuckling, you embraced him when he entered the tattoo shop. It was perfect timing, for just when you pressed your lips on his to greet him properly, your tattoo artist reemerged from his private backroom.
“Oh… Oh! Oh. Mr… Mr. Loki. You, um… so you’re… wow.” You winked at him. You had to admit, his fear was rather hilarious… which was exactly why you had asked Loki to come pick you up. Besides, Loki could be quite the gentleman if only he wanted to. He lovedbeing all protective over you and that included taking you home on a regular basis.
Loki tilted his head when you broke the kiss, narrowing his eyes at him with his lips parted. “And who are you?”
“I, um… I did her tattoo. It’s um… you know what, it’s on the house.”
“Oh… thanks.” You said, grinning a little. Scary boyfriend privileges…
“You were not joking then? You actually got tattooed?”
“I’ll show you when we’re back home. Come on. Thanks again!”
“Y-yeah… thanks. Bye.”
As soon as you exited the shop, you burst out laughing. “Did you see his face? I love it. Come on, Trickster.” Intertwining your fingers with his, you dragged him along, not even giving him a chance to respond until you reached the Avengers’ Tower.
You couldn’t wait to take your jacket off and show him your tattoo and it seemed, Loki was equally curious.
“Why did you decide to put ink on your body permanently?” He suddenly asked.
“It’s beautiful… to use the skin as a canvas… and to have art that means a lot to you with you at all times, to become a part of you.”
“Hmm…”
“I’ve been thinking about getting tattoos for a very long time but then all this happened and I forgot about it for a while… but I’ve been doing my research and… well, I think you’ll like it.”
Loki frowned when you beamed at him. Once you arrived in your shared room, your grin grew even wider. Excitedly, you took off your jacket, took a deep breath, and then presented your arm to him.
Loki’s lips parted, you could almost hearhis face fall when he laid his eyes upon the golden helmet and the dagger you had gotten tattooed on your arm. Then, his blue eyes, filled with utter shock, met yours.
“You… you… this is my…” You smiled at him, biting your lower lip and eagerly awaiting what he would say but instead… instead he was tearing up.
“You… this will be on your skin forever.” He choked out.
You nodded. “I love you, Loki. This is a symbol of my devotion to you. Maybe no one else around here appreciates you the way they should be… but I do.”
Loki closed his eyes for a brief moment. And instead of responding with words, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you feared for your breath. He didn’t need to say anything more. His embrace told you more than you needed to hear.
What if a demoness kept Loki as her pet in the depths of Muspelheim?
I’ll just… I’ll just leave that here for you. Bye!
With your head tilted, you skimmed your eyes over what had gotten caught in the fire pit. And then you saw him. The raven-haired god with the sharp jawline and cheekbones to die for. Blue eyes bore into yours, his thin lips parted. He was sweating, on his knees, breathing heavily. He was stunning.
“Who is that?” Intrigued, you pointed at him. His eyes narrowed.
“That? Keeps rambling about being a god.”
You chuckled. “I figured this much.”
“I am a god!” He bellowed. Damn.His voice was sexy. Dark, smooth, like it was able to convince you to do almost anything. “I am Loki, rightful king of Jötunheim and I demand—“
“Loki? You are an Asgardian god? How did you end up here?”
The demon gave you an annoyed huff. “I have no time for chit chat. Time to say goodbye, god of whatever you are.”
Loki’s eyes widened. And for a good reason too. It would be a shame to turn that pretty face to ashes.
“Wait! I want to keep this one. Do with the others as you will.”
“You’ll stop bothering me then?” The demon growled. You winked at him when he grabbed Loki’s arm and dragged him towards you. The god stood, his expression both menacing and threatening. A smirk tugged at the corners of your red lips. Three, two, one…
A dagger materialised in his hand the very moment your eyes turned bright red. You leaned back almost casually when he drew back but just before the tip of the blade could penetrate your skin you breathed out a surge of fire, melting his weapon down.
Loki let go of it just before it could singe his skin. The shocked expression on his face was priceless.
“Get dressed, pet. I have news.” Rousing from your sleep, you turned around, draping the blanket back over your bare form. You couldn’t remember the last time you had worn clothes. There was no need for it, after all. Loki—your Loki—kept you in his domain like a princess. The captive princess of another kingdom he had claimed as both a lover and a pet but a princess nonetheless.
You loved him. You had loved him when he ran for President and almost enslaved an entire planet and you had loved him when the TVA showed up and sent him to this godforsaken place. One of the Minutemen had called you soulmates, leading you to believe that all Lokis out there had… well, one of you.
This Loki was just lucky enough to still have you—and to have you love him. And boy, did he love you too even though he’d never admit that… not verbally anyway.
“What is it?” You mumbled, refusing to open your eyes. Loki chuckled, causing you to blink and squint against the bright daylight—well, as bright as daylight got here in the Void. His figure came into your view, the long, raven hair and the golden horns that you had not just once wrapped your hands around while he fucked you senseless…
“The lesser ones found a new Variant. That might be interesting.”
“Interesting for you because you could recruit another Loki? What’s your plan, Trickster, do you want to raise an army?”
“Thin ice, pet. You are moving on very thin ice. Now be a good girl and get dressed.”
“You think we’ll find some more chocolate bars on your conquest?”
Loki chuckled once more. You laughed when he ran his fingertips over your sides, tickling you.
“We might just get more than that. One of their Lokis revealed the location of their shelter. All of their supplies will be ours soon.”
“Sounds good…” You smiled, turning back over to get a few more minutes of restful peace before another exhausting day full of trying to hide from Alioth.
-
As it turned out, it didn’t sound too good after all though, for what Loki had failed to tell you was that the group of Lokis he had spoken about was witty. Dangerous. And they already had the new Variant on their side. One that, as it turned out, looked exactly like yourLoki. Their timeline must have been so similar you wondered whether there were only subtle differences with how things turned out for him in the first place.
Besides that, you were wondering what had caused this Loki to get on the TVA’s radar and end up here. He did seem like he had been through a lot—just like your Loki once his presidential campaign had gone downhill.
Only this Variant was different. This Variant… recognised you. Your heart skipped a beat when he spoke your name in midst of this strange hideaway underground. You half hid behind your Loki to remain undetected, not interested in a confrontation with any of the Lokis who, ultimately, all wanted the same thing—power, a throne, recognition.
There was pain reflecting in his eyes. “I thought I lost you…”
Your lips parted. “Loki… um, I’m… I’m not your… I’m from a different timeline.”
“She’s mine, Variant,” your Loki growled.
The new Variant’s eyes shot up, locking with President Loki’s eyes. It was a stare down contest if anything, neither of them willing to blink.
“Loki, he’s telling the truth. I don’t know you.”
“I recognise her too. You are so young.” The oldest Loki in the room suddenly spoke up. He didn’t seem to take any particular interest in you beyond that, perhaps because you were several thousand years younger than he was. The kid in the room had probably not met his version of you yet and for the Loki wielding what looked a little like Thor’s hammer, you must have looked different as well.
It was the new Variant that your Loki felt threatened by as of right now. The tension was palpable.
“Is he keeping you hostage here?”
Gasping for air, you shook your head. Your Loki right next to you was fuming.
“I will not hesitate to gauge your eyes out if you keep looking at her.”
The new Loki breathed out, rolling his eyes and shaking his head a little—almost as if he was annoyed by this mirrored version of himself. He had guts, reminding you once more that this Variant and the Loki you had fallen in love with were quite possibly almost the same.
You felt a little… sorry for him. Who knew how he had lost his version of you in his own timeline. Any of them. But with this Loki, looking the same as your Loki, it felt… more intense, as if there was a connection.
SomethingyourLoki did not fail to notice.
“Enough of this!” The Loki with the rather strange Mjölnir replica bellowed with a start. “Let’s focus on the task at hand here. I betrayed you and now I’m king!”
President Loki raised his eyebrows, stepping forward menacingly. The subtle and yet so dangerous move did not fail to send shivers up and down your spine.
“About that…”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Come on… what did you expect?” Fuck.You bit your lower lip, stifling a hysterical laugh. One thing was for sure—your Loki was the hottest man walking the planet, wasn’t he? You sighed, averting your gaze quickly when you realised that the new Variant was still staring at you, observing each and every single one of your reactions to whatever was unfolding in the hideaway.
“That was not the bargain! I gave you our location in exchange for shelter and supplies, you give me your army and I take the throne!”
“Ah, yes… not so good a bargain. How about this one? My army, my throne. Now get on with what we came here for!” He shouted.
Next thing you knew, all hell broke loose and the Variants following Loki’s every command attacked, plundering, fighting, tricking.
Your Loki grabbed your upper arm. It was apparent he had no interest in participating in this battle himself.
“Let’s get out of here! And take him.” He ordered, nodding towards the new Variant. His gaze met yours, a mischievous and menacing smirk spreading on his lips. “He might come in handy. And he will pay for laying his eyes on you, pet.”
-
“Did you see the way he looked at you?” Loki barked once you were back at your shelter, the Variants following you suit. Well, except for the new one, that was. They were struggling dragging him along. You flinched when he flung an empty glass bottle off the nearby table using his magic.
“Loki… Loki, I know you’re angry but please, calm down.”
“What do you think will happen if we don’t get him under control? He will want you all for himself! If he is anything like me beyond his looks, he is going to try anything in his power to take you from me!”
“That won’t happen! I won’t letthat happen! I belong to you, Loki! We came from the same timeline, we are meant to be together. No one can take that from us!”
Growling like a feral animal, he reached for you and pulled you close so that you got knocked into his steel chest. You gasped, unable to take a proper breath before his lips came crushing down on yours, claiming your mouth like he was afraid this was going to be the last time he got to kiss you. It wasn’t a chaste kiss—it was raw passion, raw need and lust, all teeth and tongue.
Your lips were swollen by the time he pulled away to let you catch your breath, his hands tugging at your clothes which almost felt weird on your body after being naked in his quarters for so long.
“Loki… Loki, we’re not alone…”
“Then let them see what belongs to me. Let them see what only Iam allowed to do to you.”
“L-Loki, wait, I don’t think…”
But the God of Mischief was already tearing your clothes off of your body. Your dirty trousers came off right along with your knickers to pool at your feet, acting like makeshift shackles of fabric that stopped you from moving away. Loki lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, his hips forcing himself between your legs as he sat you down on the table and pushed you back until your head rested on the flat and hard surface.
Fuck, this was turning him on, even more so when he realised that two of his lackeys had just dragged the new Variant in, holding him down on his knees. His blue eyes widened, his lips parted when he caught sight off the show your Loki was putting on.
A moan escaped your lips when he pulled his already erect member free from his suit trousers, the warm tip wet with precum pressing against your entrance. Shit… at the end of the day, it didn’t matter where you were or if someone was watching, no? Loki could make you sing for him with but a mere touch of his, could play you like an instrument until you begged him for mercy, having passed out more than just once from all the orgasms he had forced out of you.
“I want you to scream my name. Let them know who’s the one to give you pleasure, pet.”
The Lokis behind his back gulped and even the new Variant stopped struggling when he realised that he wasn’t bluffing. He was going to fuck you right in front of them.
But before you could take a breath to protest, Loki had already sheathed himself inside of you. Almost brutally, he claimed your quim for himself, his strong hands wrapping around your ankles tightly to keep your legs spread for him.
From this angle, they weren’t able to see much of your private parts and yet, you felt more exposed than you had ever had running around naked in Loki’s quarters. More than you had going to the sauna with your friends and where no clothes had been allowed for hygiene reasons. This was different.
Fuck, of course it was different! Loki wasliterallyfucking you! You moaned once more when he withdrew almost completely only to thrust back into you so forcefully you struggled for air. With your fists clenched, you hissed in pain when the back of your head hit the table and yet, your body was already begging him for more.
You grew wetter by the second, your cunt welcoming him in, your walls moulding around him like you were made for him—which you were, technically.
With every single stroke, you felt the hot and greedy glances of the other Variants on you, making your skin and the back of your head tingle with excitement and arousal. There… fuck, there was something about being watched while Loki took you like that. Feral, raw, passionate, with any disregard to tender love-making—for that was reserved for when you were in private.
You were the only one who caught regular glimpses of Loki’s soft side, after all. But that didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered but his hard cock buried deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots to make you sing and moan and whine.
You arched your back, your hips bucking up to meet his eager thrusts. Even though your eyes were more than just likely to roll to the back of your head at any given moment, you were unwilling to let that happen. Too tempting was the sight of Loki and his raven hair falling into his face as he kept rocking into you with his gaze fixed on your helpless form in front of him, and the golden horns reflecting the gloomy daylight.
The way his forehead grew sweaty and the way he was panting as he picked up the pace, whispering sweet nothings as well as dominant orders to you.
“Hmm, you like that pet, do you not? You like being on display, showing everyone how I can pleasure you? Don’t you wish to show them?”
You swallowed thickly, whimpering in response. You loved and hated the fact that he could read you like an open book both at the same time. He was right. With every single thrust, you climbed the ladder of pleasure higher and higher, your desire for this man clouding your mind, your pussy begging for an orgasm.
“Cum for me,” he demanded darkly. You would not have been able to disobey him even if you had wanted to. Pleasure rippled through you like a wildfire, your toes curling as you screamed his name. Your cunt clenched around him rhythmically, your mind shattering into a million pieces.
Loki grunted when he felt you convulse around his length while he was still pumping into you, relentless and unwilling to give you a break. “That’s it… good girl…”
You were shaking by the time your climax faded. Had you not been lying on the table, you would have collapsed. And then, only a few last hungry thrusts later, Loki joined you into the abyss. He stilled inside of you, burying himself as deep as he could as he filled you with his warm seed, eliciting yet another moan from you. And it felt so damn good you wanted him to do it again this instant.
Loki leaned forward, scooping you up like a kitten so your head rested against his chest.
“Hmm…” He hummed. “Perhaps I shouldlet him touch you. The Variant who looks like me… wouldn’t it be fun for you to tease him and give him a little appetizer of what he will never be able to have…”
Peeking over to him, you could practically feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. But you were too far gone to realise how incredibly cruel this would be.
“Now… I hope you are hungry, pet.”
“I am… but not just for food.”
Loki chuckled darkly. He tugged himself back in, a smirk tugging at his thin lips when you whined upon the loss of his now slowly softening member inside of you and then, surprisingly, he helped you get dressed again as well. Not once did he shoot the Variants still gawking, too stunned to speak, a look.
“We managed to claim quite a few promising supplies in the heat of the moment. The other hunger I shall sate for you later.”
You grinned, your mind wandering off to a place where you were sat on Loki’s lap on his throne, impaled by his cock while he was feeding you, all the others watching in envy.
“Deal.”
-
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Relationship: Hawkeye x sister!Reader, Steve Rogers x reader
Prompt: #36 “I think you look absolutely adorable.” #47 “I swear, the world is against me”
Word Count:440
Your brother is Hawkeye, crazy, right? It was hard for you to spend time with him as Clint Barton, your brother. Not Clint Barton, the world renown superhero. You were always with his gang and when you started catching feelings for Steve, your brother upped his protective status. “Come on Y/N, you can’t go out with my teammate.” You sighed, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. You were sick of your brother acting like this, you were a grown woman who could take care of herself.
“Clint.”
“Y/N”
“I’m going out with him-” he threw his hands up and groaned “I swear the world is against me.”
“Whether you like it or not I’m not your five-year-old sister anymore.”
“You would be easier to control if you were.” You laughed.
“Clint, I’m getting changed. Steve is going to be here soon. Do not say anything embarrassing.” Clint groaned as you turned away from him heading towards your bedroom.
You came back out about 30 minutes later, surprised to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch across from your brother. Steve smiled at you. It was a sweet moment until Clint noticed the length of the dress. “That dress is a little short.” He stood up and crossed his arms.
“I’m not changing Clint.” You replied as you took a mirroring stance.
“You are going to change. No sister of mine will be caught dead in that outfit.”
“I think you look adorable,” Steve whispered.
“That’s it,” Clint yelled, “you’re changing now.” He began to push you towards your room. When you stubbornly sat on the ground, he scooped you up and carried you there. All Steve could hear were the sounds of the Barton siblings arguing. He pushed you into the room and refused to let you out until you changed. It took 20 minutes before you finally gave in. You traded in your dress for some jeans and a blouse. You smacked the door to get your brother out of the way before stomping out of your bedroom.
“You happy,” you yelled, “now I look like a secretary.” You threw your arms out showing him the outfit you despised. He smirked crossing his arms.
“I think you look adorable,” you grunted before slapping his bicep. You walked out of the room leaving him by himself.
“Bye Y/N” Clint yelled out laughing. You groaned before turning to Steve.
“This better be worth that,” he smiled back at you placing a kiss on your head.
“It will be.” You closed the door behind you. Ready to enjoy a good night.
When Tony starts seeing the same person everywhere he goes, he gets a little anxious about their motives, what happens when that same person steps in when an ‘accident’ happens?
Requestedby@clapoftheass“hello, i hope i’m not bothering you by sending a direct message — this was for your “chaotic prompt” thing. im not sure if you’re familiar with the terminator movies, but if so i was wondering if i could request a gender-neutral terminator reader insert in which the reader is sent from the future to protect tony stark from other not-so-friendly terminators. basically, in the future, war between man and machine had begun and tony found a way to stop it. and the reason why the reader is the only kind one is because ( future ) tony reprogrammed her. and the reader and tony build a sort of friendship. anyways, hope this makes sense! thank you.”
A/N: Hope you like it! Gender neutral fic.
Warning:violence.
“Do I really have to be here?” Tony kicked the ground.
“Stop whining, I don’t want to be around you either.” (Y/N) voiced, scanning around the deserted area.
“You know that’s not true.” he peeked around, taking a sip of his cold drink now, given that they were in a whole other area of the US, near a deserted glassblower factory. Fortunately, everything was still in place and they easily started heating the oven. Now it was brewing secretly, waiting for something to be added to it.
“I see it.” (Y/N) spoke, seeing it on a motorcycle in the distance as it left a trail of floating sand behind the vehicle, “get into position.”
Tony breathed out, walking into it as the terminator crept behind the walls staying at his level. If Tony could align it to the oven, (Y/N) could break through the weak wall, pushing it straight into the oven after the millionaire shoots the chain that keeps the oven door sealed shut.
(Y/N) watched as it entered the building, looking around with the usual straight face a terminator like this conventionally had for some reason.
It didn’t seem to care about being discreet. A fault that had never been revised since they started sending terminators back in time – unless it was sent by a human.
“Come over here so I can kill you.” it spoke.
“What a nice way to phrase that.” Tony expressed sarcastically, backing up to get it to maintain it’s distance with him as they approached the front of the oven.
(Y/N) took calculated steps forward, morphing one arm into a spear and hiding behind a table that was facing the oven perfectly, a few meters away.
Only two meters for the terminator to do and then it was her turn to work.
It stopped before it got to the oven, suspiciously eyeing around, suddenly remembering the other terminator that had stopped it from completing its mission in the first place.
Gritting their teeth, the other hand shifted into a sledgehammer.
Sensing the terminator’s location, it walked towards the table, unable to get close enough when (Y/N) jumped out, bashing the sledgehammer into its neck, kicking it in the chest, making it stumble backwards.
“Now!” it was his queue, with his hand armour, he shot the chain and rushed to his safe spot. The heavy door fell open, nearly breaking it’s hinges under the weight as the chains made a clunking sound as they hit the floor.
Pinning it down against the oven door, they both felt the intense heat emanating from the active oven but it only grew (Y/N)’s determination. With the spear they had, they stabbed it through it’s throat, watching it as it grasped it to try and pull it out of itself.
Pushing it more into it, the terminator didn’t calculate that it would push it right back into their chest, making them stumble back and let it grasp their black T-shirt, slamming (Y/N) right at the roaring mouth of the stove.
With a hand around it’s throat, they attempted to keep it away enough to stop it from pushing them right into the fire.
“Duck!” Tony spoke. Obliging, (Y/N) followed his command, hearing as he shot into its head, disorientating it, “In your own time!”
With one last effort, the terminator threw it straight in the oven, watching it struggle as it attempted to escape.
(Y/N) watched it slowly grow lifeless as the last pieces of skin burned off, slowly melting and mixing with the metal until it wasn’t regnisable. The last thing to go was the red light in its eyes.
Stark closed the oven, slowly dragging them away.
“Are you okay?” he inquired.
“Yes, it’s done.”
****
“Sorry again, I’ll see you in a bit.” he hung up, placing the phone in his jacket pocket.
“Happy now?” (Y/N) asked.
“Very much.” he took a bite out of his sandwich “You have to stick around for a while, don’t you?” his voice was slightly muffled from the mouthful he just took.
“Don’t get too comfortable, it feels like I might do what you people do, which is throwing up.” they shot him a grim look.
“I want you to be my bodyguard.” he expressed, “It’s your job right? To protect me? Plus I can show off how cool my protector is to the over Avengers.”
“I’ll pass, thank you.” (Y/N) shook her head, “I have no interest in being ‘shown off’.”
Tony frowned.
“How do you-”
“Morgan taught me.” His mouth fell agape.
“Wow, I-”
“Yes, she’s much better than you, anyways, for the purpose of keeping you safe, I cannot display myself publicly, as in, in front of an audience. I thought that would be obvious.” the witty remark didn’t go unheard.
“Well just shift into another person, you can do that, can’t you? So it seems like different people every time, I thought that would be obvious?” he mimicked (Y/N)’s tone of voice.
There was a moment of silence before the person in question spoke.
“You’re lucky it’s in my program not to display any forms of violence towards you.”
“I’m guessing verbal violence wasn’t included in the program.”
“…Eat your sandwich.”
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When Tony starts seeing the same person everywhere he goes, he gets a little anxious about their motives, what happens when that same person steps in when an ‘accident’ happens?
Requestedby@clapoftheass “hello, i hope i’m not bothering you by sending a direct message — this was for your “chaotic prompt” thing. im not sure if you’re familiar with the terminator movies, but if so i was wondering if i could request a gender-neutral terminator reader insert in which the reader is sent from the future to protect tony stark from other not-so-friendly terminators. basically, in the future, war between man and machine had begun and tony found a way to stop it. and the reason why the reader is the only kind one is because ( future ) tony reprogrammed her. and the reader and tony build a sort of friendship. anyways, hope this makes sense! thank you.”
A/N: Hope you like it! Gender neutral fic.
Warning: subtly(?) stalking
“Here they are, as requested.” A woman entered, placing the folder on his desk.
“Thank you,” he nodded, only opening it when the door shut behind her. His fingers glided over the surface of the only three pictures of the figure that he had seen one too many times.
The first one was a side profile, kind of blurry in the very populated area that is the train station. The following one was the stranger looking down to the ground, a few meters away from him as he exited a car for a charity event. The last one was a little chilling, the person was looking straight into the camera as the image grew very pixelated among a very clear view of red irises.
All were collected CCTV footage, all had the same outfit, black cap, black cardigan, t-shirt and trousers.
Pressing on the phone, calling Pepper immediately – who knew of the situation – picked up quickly.
“Did the picture match anyone?”
“No one, we have no idea who it is.” The dirty blond answered.
“Alright,” Tony ended the call and sighed.
Who is this?
****
“You okay?” Happy questioned as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
“I’m fine.” he pulled the knot of his tie and brushed the creases off his suit. Head to attend a public speech for the press but he couldn’t lie saying he was confident.
Where was this stranger from? Why were they spying on him? Are the other Avengers spied on?
Halfway through his speech, he felt a little calmer, not having spotted the not-too-familiar face anywhere.
Fortunately for him, it was only at the end of his speech that he saw the slanted-down cap he’s seen too many times at the back of the room.
Needless to say that the questions after the speech were somewhat difficult.
****
Under his light grey cap, sunglasses and casual clothes, he went to get a coffee. Maybe he wouldn’t be detected if he isn’t under the public eye.
So far so good. He marched into the coffee shop. Then it hit him. Maybe this person was an artificial mutant who had little control over their power just like Pietro and Wanda and seeking help? If they didn’t show up today, this hypothesis might just be a step in the right direction as they have to helplessly rely on the media to seek him out.
After buying his coffee, Tony stepped out of the shop and walked through a smaller road with fewer people.
Suddenly, someone slammed him into the wall, making his drink spill all over the floor. He held his shoulder painfully.
A tall person he’s never seen before stood tall about him, slowly pulling a gun out of his jacket. His eyes widened.
It all happened in the matter of seconds, but the recognisable cap came into view, punching the man’s jaw, grasping his arm and slicing it in half after morphing their arm into a blade.
Pulling the cut off limb and slamming it into his face, they grasped his arm, pulling him up and dragging him away.
“Follow me, get in the car.” they ordered, unlocking a black car that was in a covered car park.
“Who are you?” Tony scanned the person suspiciously.
“Just get in the car.” He didn’t budge. Rolling their eyes, they sighed, “If I wanted you dead I would have left that other guy finish you off, wouldn’t I?”
Reluctantly, he obliged, slipping into the passenger seat and waiting for the person to start the car.
****
“And if I don’t create it, everyone dies.” He concluded.
“Yes,” (Y/N) confirmed, keeping an eye on the cars behind them from the rear-view mirror.
“How did you come back from-”
“I can’t tell you.”
“And where are you taking me now?” The millionaire inquired, “Because a few people will wonder where I am.”
“It’s not the time we have to get rid of this last one, I’ve made sure to terminate the ones I could find before they got to you but until this one is off our tail, you can’t contact anyone until then.” (Y/N) explained.
“How are we going to terminate it, then?” he raised an eyebrow at the Terminator.
“I know just the place. Do you have your gear? I won’t be able to end it on my own since we’re made of the same material.”
“Of course I do, I’m always prepared.” Tony smirked.
“You’re insufferable.” the robot’s eyes rolled it’s eyes before exiting out of the departmental road, onto a smaller road.
“You have alot of temperament for someone who isn’t really alive.” he sassed.
“I wonder where I got that sprinkle of attitude from.” (Y/N) raised a challenging eyebrow at him.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Stark smirked.
“I can’t believe Pepper has put up with you for this long.” a disappointed sigh escaped them.
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"We need a way to safely access the other realms again. We need to calm them back down, we don’t need another war, especially if we can prevent it.“ Thor now stood, all eyes on him as he slowly strode back and forth in front of the sofa. "Do you remember how father rebuilt the Bifrost after I destroyed it to save Jotunheim?” Laussa answered hesitantly as she sat back down. "You told me about it.“ Thor’s eyes were locked on her now, his expression stressed and somewhat helpless.
"Do you remember how he had to use the Tesseract because he alone wasn’t strong enough? I need your help, Laussa, we need to create a new Bifrost; a new, safe way to enter the other realms, to keep them in check.” She nodded, taking in the new information. “How?” He stopped now, standing still as his gaze drifted through the room. “Both our powers combined might be enough, but it’ll take some time.” She nodded, her head racing with questions, but she’d keep those for later. “I understand.”
Thor’s hair fell down onto the back of his shoulders almost dramatically as he turned around to the man still standing behind the sofa, placing his big hand on his shoulder. “Dr. Banner here is going to help us conduct some experiments on how we can achieve this in the best way possible, since we’ve never tried controlling your powers this way.” Laussa nodded again as the doctor nodded confidently, a small smile on his lips, but it barely made her less nervous. If her mother was here now, she would have reminded her to understand, that this was her role, her destiny to help her brother save the nine realms once more, and she smiled at the thought.
"So, what exactly are your ‘powers’?“ Tony asked, raising his fingers up in air quotes as he said ‘powers’ in a sort of condescending voice, Natasha interrupting him immediately. "Tony, come on.” “What? I’m allowed to ask, am I not?” Stark leaned back into the sofa, now looking back at Laussa expectantly. Laussa’s heartbeat started racing again instantly, but she tried staying calm on the outside. “It’s alright. Did you really never tell them?” she blurted out towards her brother, who was looking down onto the ground now. “I didn’t wanna bring it up.” he murmured, now avoiding eye contact with her and the others. “I could have guessed, I mean they never even knew I was your sister,” she chuckled for a moment, before looking around the room again.
"Thor, can you - do you have a shield?“ He opened his mouth in response, but was interrupted. "I do,” answered Steve Rogers, motioning to get up, as Thor shook his head. “Not that kind, Rogers,” he clarified, turning around to Wanda whispering something to her, then giving his sister a thumbs up. Laussa sighed, her hand already buried in her brown leather handbag she had left on the sofa next to Natasha, pulling out a small, plain, inconspicuous rock from the cluttered mess of her bag. She twirled it between her fingers for a second before throwing it across the table to Thor. He caught it expertly and held it in his hand as she shrugged off her leather jacket and walked up to the fireplace once more.
She took another step forward, taking a deep breath, before extending her right hand forwards and plunging it deep into the core of the roaring fire. Wanda shrieked, and she could hear the other’s surprise as well, especially as she pulled her hand back out after a moment, holding it out for all of them to see. Her hand looked unharmed, exactly as it had before, there were no burn marks or any signs of fire touching her in any way, other than the fact that the long sleeve on her green shirt was singed at its hem, still smouldering with the remainders of the heat it had just been exposed to. Laussa now turned back around to her audience completely, taking a moment to admire their confused faces. Lifting her left hand up in front of her, making sure all of them could see, then she snapped her fingers to make a huge flame appear in the palm of her hand, growing hotter and hotter every second as the flame grew in size and turned from an orange to yellow to a light blue. She then brought her other hand over her left one, extinguishing the flame by clapping her hands together. Taking another deep breath, taking her time preparing for what was about to come, she was interrupted by Steve Rogers.
"I mean no offense here, but we’ve seen Thor’s powers in action. Is this… all you can do?“ Chuckling, Laussa sought out Thor’s attentive eyes, nodded to him, and just as he nodded back, she let go of her inner restraints. Her head was thrown back, her arms extended away from her body, as she sensed it coming. It felt as if her core was imploding with tremendous power, heat soaring through her, burning through her from the inside out, sending sparks and little flames all around her. She felt her skin heat up rapidly, changing its normal soft texture to the rougher leather-like structure, and she knew it was turning red and black all over, as she welcomed the searing pain that shot through her when she felt the thick, black horns piercing the skin of her forehead and the agonizing pulling ache of her fingers growing into long, sharp claws. A horrifying roar of agony rolled through the room, her voice now almost demonic, deep and raspy, her mouth spitting sparks and little flames everywhere with every breath she took. When Laussa opened her yellow eyes, her body had risen into the air, suddenly levitating more than 6 feet above the ground, surrounded by a swirling hurricane of fire. As the ball of heat around her, whirling in a circular motion, began to expand further, the dark red symbols of Wanda’s Shield became visible, containing the fire within the bubble around Laussa, as she slowly sank back to the ground. Leaving searing, sizzling black footsteps on the white carpet, she stepped towards the red sofas.
"Is this enough for you, Mr. Rogers?” she growled towards the soldier who was cowering in his seat as she got closer. “Y-y-yes.” Extending her claw-fingered hand towards him he leaned back even further, sinking into the soft pillows with panic in his eyes as she simultaneously reached out her other arm towards her brother, snapping her head towards him in one swift movement, her gigantic black horns only barely missing Steve’s face. Laussa saw Thor smiling at her, a sort of pride reflected in his eyes as he thrust the small rock back into her direction, her catching it with ease, stepping a few steps back again, then promptly lifting it up in the air next to her head. She dramatically paused, taking another deep, smoke-inducing breath, before, without warning, stabbing the rock into the left side of her neck, splattering blood on the glass coffee table. Another shriek went through her audience, as the giant tornado behind her now suddenly and rapidly shrunk down, flying towards her and, together with her horns that retracted back into her skull, her skin that shrunk down to the normal human skin, all of the demonic signs that were being pulled into the stone, vanished completely after just a few moments, until at once, everything was quiet.
Laussa dropped to her knees behind the sofa, the stone toppling down onto the ground in front of Steve and Natasha. She quickly snapped her fingers, conjuring up a quick illusion of clothes around her naked body, hidden behind the couch, before standing up and facing all of them. There was pin-drop silence. When she found the courage to look up at them, she found most of them staring at her in amazement including Thor, who looked like the proudest big brother she had ever seen. Laussa walked around the sofa slowly, picking up the stone to shove it back into her bag. Softly, she put her hand on Rogers’ shoulder reassuringly, who winced in surprise before accepting her touch with a small smile. “Sorry about that,” she said as he nodded up at her, and she took her hand off his strong shoulder, feeling relieved.
"Wow, that was impressive, Laussa. Very glad, Thor never told us about you, you could have been of some help in certain cases.“ All heads snapped towards Tony as he broke the silence while standing up, Clint trying to calm him down without hesitation. "Tony, don’t.” “What, is it not true? She could have made things so much easier, look at her!” Thor now stood up as well, his arms crossed over his chest.’ “I would never put my sister in any danger, especially if there are other ways.” “Oh, and there were other ways? She could have helped us so much in New York, or in - ” Thor’s eyes flashed angrily and he rose his voice considerably. “Oh, in New York? Against her own brother?”
Had she heard the discussion, that was unfolding next to her, she would have most definitely interjected, but she was distracted. When Tony had started talking, she had noticed Banner eyeing her with a glint of amazement in his expression and a small smile on his lips, then suddenly turning away from her, hurrying towards the elevator, unnoticed by the others in the room who were now so deeply involved in their dispute. She had seen it nevertheless, had seen it before he turned away, had let her eyes roam over his figure, taking in his tense posture, his intriguing, mysterious facial expression and the dark green vein on his neck, creeping up from underneath his shirt collar.
"That’s it, thank you very much.“ Laussa took off her gloves while she was entering the waiting room, immediately making eye contact with the two elderly women that had been waiting for hours, as she spoke.
"The arm isn’t as badly fractured as the X-Ray had made us believe, I’ve set everything back in its proper place, my colleagues here are putting his arm in a cast until it’s all healed off.” The lady with the long grey hair and the flowy blue dress jumped up with more hope and enthusiasm than anyone in the room had expected, and grabbed her hand in a firm handshake. “We’ve also checked for any internal bleeding since we can’t be sure what happened during the accident when his arm was broken, but thankfully there is nothing, so as soon as his arm is healed he should be back to normal.” The woman pushed a stand of her grey hair behind her ear as her eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you so much, Doctor, you know we really appreciate it, we would be lost without you.” The doctor looked back through the open door behind her into the recovery room, seeing the young boy very slowly waking up, trying to move his right arm that was now entirely enclosed in a thick cast, then looked back at the old woman. “Thank you for giving me the chance to help them. I couldn’t imagine anything more gratifying. But, of course, you can go see him now if you want to.”
When Laussa entered the laboratory a few hours later, she wasn’t feeling much of that gratitude anymore, all of it being overshadowed by the big headache that had started to overcome her about an hour ago. It was the same almost every time she had had a long work day, and she pinched the bridge of her nose before stepping down a couple of steps into her laboratory, hoping for any type of relief. She quickly washed her hands in the metal sink and pulled her long lab coat over her green shirt, her gaze falling down onto the silver locket on her chest. The pendant hung from a thin, silver chain, and was embossed with delicate details, that she gently let her thumb run over, before carefully opening the silver heart. Her eyes slowly filled with tears as she looked upon the little painting of the two boys that was inside, gripping onto the pendant tighter, the tips of her fingernails turning white from the pressure. There was a little blonde boy, holding up a sword much too big for him confidently as if his life depended on it, and a dark-haired boy next to him, younger, his straight black hair falling in his face that had a content smile plastered on it. She remembered the day as if it had been yesterday…
"So you’re a doctor now?“ The deep voice echoing through her lab made her jump and knock over a glass on the table next to her, her hands hectically trying to grab it before it slid off the countertop and shattered on the tiled floor with a loud crash. "I would have expected a lot from you, but a doctor on Midgard was never something I thought of.” His powerful steps made the delicate glasses and flasks in her cupboards and on her tables tremble and make tiny clinking noises with every step he took. “I help the people no one else will help.” Laussa muttered to herself, not turning around. She didn’t need to to know who was there. Instead, she quickly snapped the locket closed and swerved to the table closest to her, grabbing gloves and paper towels to wipe up the substance she had spilled over the counter.
"You know, a simple hello would have been nice. I missed you too, by the way.“ She murmured, throwing the towels in the trash before turning around to the man while taking off the white gloves. The blonde demi-god towered over her, looking so way out of place in her silver, delicate laboratory filled with plants, the world she had built for herself and only ever herself over the past couple of years. When she finally looked up at his face, he looked exhausted, more so than she’d ever seen him before. His blond hair was flat and greasy, his eyepatch cutting into the dull and grey skin of his face, his puffy eye looking more drained than ever. She knew the moment she looked into his eyes that he needed her help, and that she was going to help him, whatever he was to ask of her.
"Why are you here, Thor?” Laussa inquired with a resigned expression on her face, watching every movement of his as he stepped another step closer to her, now standing right in front of her. He sighed loudly, before starting to talk. “I did miss you, terribly so, Laussa. But you chose to go back to this place, as you always did.” He said softly, gesturing around the lab, then taking her hands into his, brushing his big thumbs over her knuckles. “But I need your help, I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t important, I know you left for a reason.”
Laussa sighed too, looking down to the ground, clearly enjoying the familiarity of being close to him again after such a long time, and she had already made up her mind.
The scattered golden sunlight crept through the thick leaves of the old oak tree, throwing calming rays of warmth onto Laussa’s skin as she lounged in the dewy, summer-green grass beneath. A few culms were brushing against the naked skin of her lower leg, but she didn’t feel the tickling sensation, too absorbed in the view of the world around her, enveloped in the incomparable golden glow she’d only ever experienced here on Asgard.
A slight breeze brushed her soft, blonde curls into her face, making her turn her head away from the draft, surprisedly laying eyes on her teenage brother leaning against the ancient tree behind her. ‘What are you doing, sister?’ His voice was calm as his dark hair was blown out of his face by a gust of wind, his green cape flowing behind him as he stepped closer to her.
‘Just thinking.’ His leather boots squeaked against the ground as he crouched down next to her. ‘Aren’t you a bit young for that?’ She gave him an offended look. ‘That’s mean, I’m already 6!’ Laussa hit his shoulder playfully. Loki, however, let himself fall over and roll down the hill, his cape wrapping around him in the process, making her laugh almost hysterically as he struggled to get up.
‘You dare to attack me? You have no idea who you’re dealing with!’ He rose his arms, conjuring up a bunch of toy knives, sending them soaring towards her. She rose her hands as well, snapping her fingers together, all of the knives promptly turning into small, shiny bubbles, rising up into the golden sky. Loki faked a scared expression as Laussa got up to run towards him, fleeing back towards the tree. ‘Where did you get those powers? You can’t be stronger than me!’ He ran around the tree, still shouting, her right on his heels. ‘Have mercy, little girl!’ As she rounded the tree, the dark-haired god had vanished, and she stopped to listen for any movement around her except the lush leaves above her faintly rustling in the wind.
‘You’d have mercy with me, wouldn’t you?’ The voice of her oldest brother surprised her as he stepped out from behind the tree. His straight, blond hair barely reached his shoulders, stands of it blowing into his eyes, his red cloak waving behind him dramatically. Now, Laussa might have been 6 years old, but she wasn’t easily fooled, especially not with a brother that was the god of mischief. Taking a small breath, she cocked her head to the side slightly, looking her oldest brother deep in the eyes ‘What do you think, Loki?’
He let go of the green facade immediately, running off again. She tried to get him, but this time she had to stop after a while, out of breath, leaning forward while propping her hands on her knees, as she slowly gained control of her erratic breathing again.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him, his black hair now falling into his face as he peeked out from the other side of the oak tree, also breathing heavily. She saw him shudder slightly as he tried to calm down and took a deep breath before talking. ‘I know father told you, not to play with me anymore. He thinks I’m a bad influence on you.’ His voice was bitter, and she breathed in once more, standing up straight again. ‘Well, he’s wrong then.’ Loki’s frown turned into a smile, one of his rarer, genuine smiles, and he vanished behind the tree again. Suddenly, Odin’s head appeared on the other side of the tree, an angry expression on his face as he shouted: ‘How dare you speak the truth, girl!’ She laughed at Loki’s illusion, shouting back at ‘her father’: ‘Well, what are you gonna do, send me back into that box again?’
Her own laughter distracted her from the transformation, but all of a sudden, Loki was himself again, his features overcome with a sad expression. She was by his side in the blink of an eye, hugging his torso as tightly as she could. He hesitated, his sorrowful eyes now on her, laying his hand on her back gently. ‘Not so tough now, warrior.’ she laughed, observing his facial expression change back from sad to smiling, then a wicked smirk taking over. She felt him transforming right under her hands before she could see it, green light enveloping him as he shrunk out of his humanoid shape. When Laussa could see through the blinding light again, she just barely saw the long, green snake on the ground in front of her before letting out a shriek of terror. ‘Eek! Stop it, you know I hate snakes!’ He hissed at her, his slick body then quickly slithering into the high grass next to them, effectively vanishing completely.
The atmosphere shifted quickly when suddenly, dark clouds gathered under the golden sky and a distant thunder dove everything into a darker mood. Slightly scared, she started calling out for her brother. ‘Loki?’ The rain started just seconds afterwards, big, heavy drops of cold water hitting her and the environment around her. ‘Loki, where are you?’ The high grass rustled around her, but she couldn’t spot him anywhere. ‘This isn’t funny, Loki.’ She shouted now, the fear clutching her tightly as she frantically looked around her.
Then, there it was. An ear-splitting scream of pain in the distance. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her heart immediately. Loki. She raced back to the oak tree, knowing instinctively the scream had come from here. ‘Loki! Where are - ’
Loki stood there, right next to the tree. He looked older, an adult, his longer, wet hair and clothes were clinging to his body, his posture rigid, as his hand dipped down to his chest. She looked down in shock as she saw the blood pooling on the front of his tunic, running down his torso, and he collapsed onto the ground. ‘Loki!’ She ran to his side, taking his hand into hers, her other hand brushing the wet hair out of his pale face. ‘No no no no no, Loki, what happened?.’ Her hands sought out the wound intuitively, pushing down onto the long stab wound with all the pressure, she could muster up. ‘Stay with me, Loki.’ she whispered, trying to stay calm as her heart beat out of her chest in panic.
He pulled her bloodstained hands away from his chest, taking them into his. As tears streamed down her face, he rose his other hand to her cheek, his cold, shaking fingers brushing over her skin softly, forcing her to look up at his face, clearly contorted in pain. ‘Please don’t, Loki, please don’t leave me alone.’ She whispered frantically, his hand gripping onto her face tighter, using all his remaining strength to pull himself up to her, face to face, then turning to her ear.
‘Then why didn’t you save me?’
Laussa woke up, panting, feeling the tears that covered her face, soaking the thin shirt she was wearing. In an attempt to calm down, she tried opening her eyes, but her body didn’t move, didn’t respond to her cues. Oh no. Sleep paralysis was nothing entirely new to her, but it had certainly become a rarer occasion over the past year.
After slightly calming down her irregular breathing, she finally managed to open her eyes, looking up at the dark ceiling, lit only by the faint moonlight coming through the window to her side. The panic of her nightmare still enveloped her, making it more difficult to try to move in any way, so she tried her breathing exercises. Slow, deliberate breaths, slowing down her heartbeat in the process. Then she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.
Her eyes snapped towards the right side of the bed, where she’d registered the motion, her breathing stopping altogether abruptly.
There he was. There was Loki, sitting right beside her bed, dressed only in a withered black suit, his hair long and messy, his eyes tired, but focused on her with concern. She let out a shriek, her breathing suddenly erratic, her body now twitching wildly, desperately trying to move.
‘Shhhhhhh.’ he whispered, now leaning forward, his black hair falling in his face as he did. ‘Breathe, slowly.’ He rose his hand to her cheek, letting his fingers brush the hair out of her face as she whimpered. ‘In, and out.’ She could see the scarred, dark burn marks on his arm, perfectly shaped in a handprint - her handprint. He was so close, she could smell him, feel the coldness he always radiated. Looking back up at him once more, he smiled at her sadly, almost exactly as he had in her dream, and, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
As she splashed the cold water on her face, she could already tell it wasn’t going to help. The images of her dream were still so vivid in her mind, so lifelike as if it had really just happened to her. She dried her face, turning to look at her phone. 3:51 am. Thor had returned to New Asgard a few days ago, and she had half in mind to go there now, just to not be alone after a dream like that. But what would she even tell him? That she had had a nightmare? That she had seen Loki sitting by her bed? No, that was not an option. She wasn’t a child anymore. She left her room to go to the kitchen, quietly making herself a cup of coffee, her mind drifting back to the doctor. What if she went to see him? He would understand, wouldn’t he? It had been almost three weeks since that incident down in the lab where he’d helped her. He would listen, she knew. Taking her cup and warming her hands on it, she entered the elevator, her finger hovering over the button to Banner’s floor for a while. She couldn’t burden him with her problems, he had enough to bear on his own.
Laussa let out a sigh of relief as the metal doors opened to the now familiar view of the lab. The lights around her switched on automatically as she walked in, but she quickly noticed that some of them hadn’t been turned off, as bright lights were emitting from Banner’s area. Was he still here? Trying to be as silent as she could, she snuck over towards his desk, and sure enough, there he was.
He was sitting in his chair, slouched forward, his head lying on his arms, fast asleep on the table. She stepped closer, an affectionate smile on her face as she regarded the attractive man in such a vulnerable position.
He was wearing a thin, wrinkled grey sweater, and his dark curls moved with every breath he took, brushing over his forehead. He probably hadn’t slept for days, as usual… Laussa hurried to her desk, picking up the soft fleece blanket she kept there for long nights, rushing back to Banner. Slowly, she walked closer to him, wrapping the blanket around him gently. He stirred, his eyes flickering open and up to meet hers. His voice was raspy as he spoke, and Laussa felt her heart beat faster. ‘What are you doing?’ She smiled at him, fighting the urge to brush the loose curl out of his face. ‘I think you should go to bed, Dr. Banner, it is very late.’ He shook his head sleepily. ‘No, no, I was working on something here.’ He sat up quickly, motioning to get back to work, only groggily pushing his keyboard to the side and knocking a mug off his desk. She moved quickly, her reflexes sharp, catching it before it hit the ground. She put it back on the desk as she suppressed a peal of laughter. ‘Come on, Dr. Banner, I’ll get you up to your room.’
He was shaky on his legs, clearly still half asleep as they reached the elevator. She waited, but when it seemed like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, she wrapped her arm around his back supporting him. She inhaled sharply as she felt the taut muscles of his back through his shirt, only gripping tighter onto him as he drowsily lifted his arm around her shoulders, automatically pulling her closer to him. It felt almost intimate, standing so close next to each other, their limbs entangled, enjoying each other’s company, but she knew he was barely conscious anymore. She couldn’t help herself and let her hand wander upwards from his waist to his pronounced shoulder blades and the firm muscles surrounding them, only snapping out of it when the elevator stopped abruptly.
The doors opened to virtual darkness, no lights turning on in the room, as they entered. Her free hand fumbled for a light switch unsuccessfully for a moment, until she gave up. She imagined this floor would be essentially the same as hers, and they found their way to his room quickly with the help of her phone’s flashlight. She let him fall off of her shoulder onto his unmade bed, then let her eyes wander around his room. It was bare, pretty much like hers, no personal belongings anywhere except for a few books on one of the tables and a few candles. Not wanting to turn on the main light, she walked over to the table, snapping her fingers above the candlesticks, igniting them immediately, illuminating the room in a dim, pleasant light.
Turning back around to the man on the bed, she noticed he hadn’t moved at all. As she had let him fall onto the bed, his thin, grey sweater had ridden up his torso, his trained body and the faint line of dark hair continuing down under his dress pants now clearly visible in the faint light. She shook off the urge to stare longer, quickly walking back to the bed, to nudge his legs up onto the soft mattress, taking off his shoes in the process. She had just pushed him to lie on the bed completely now, as he groaned softly. She couldn’t suppress her laughter this time. ‘It’s like you’re drunk.’ Her words made him chuckle as well. ‘I feel drunk, too.’ He opened his eyes now, slowly, his golden brown eyes looking even more captivating in the warm candlelight. ‘You’ll be fine, doctor.’ she said, breaking free from their eye contact to grab the blanket she had brought with her, gently throwing it over him. As she turned to leave the room, he grabbed her wrist, his touch sending tingles through her body. ‘Laussa.’ She turned her head back around to him, his eyes back open, looking at her, his curls falling back onto his forehead. ‘Yes?’ He took a shuddered breath, talking slowly, but sincerely. ‘I’m really happy you’re here. I like… I like having you around.’ She smiled, her heart suddenly beating much faster as she felt butterflies in her stomach. ‘Thank you, Dr. Banner.’ she said and nodded, now once more turning to leave as he softly let go of her arm. ‘Call me Bruce, please. I should have said that much earlier.’ Her smile grew wider. ‘Okay, Bruce, have a good rest.’ His delicate snoring filled the room mere seconds afterwards, and she only turned back around to him when she’d reached the door.
He looked incredibly peaceful right here in the soft candlelight, and she was overwhelmed by the overbearing desire to stay, just lay next to him, maybe cuddle up against him. She shook her head again, closing the door gently behind her, her subconscious still hard at work.
Laussa pressed the button to the lab with her elbow as she entered the elevator, the steaming hot cups in her hand fogging up the closing metal doors right in front of her. Slightly worried, she let her eyes roam over her reflection in the mirror-wall, now holding both cups by their handle in her left hand to use the other to fix her messy ponytail that had come loose.
The gray shirt she wore was fitting, but not too tight to not look casual, her black pants sitting tightly around the curves of her body. She let the green shield around her dissolve momentarily, her dark ponytail vanishing to reveal the dark blonde, curly bun she wore her natural hair in, small strands of curls falling onto her forehead around the dark, round scars her brother had seen only yesterday, and the bumpy scarred wound on the side of her neck, where she had stabbed herself yet again just the day before.
Slowly, Laussa let her fingers hover over the half-open wound, feeling the heat pool just underneath the surface. She could see the fire move like lava underneath her skin, glowing all over her neck and chest. Shit. The stress of the changing environment and new people all around her would make it necessary to use the stone more often again.
The powerful ring of the elevator yanked her out of her thoughts, and she instinctively let the green magic envelop her once again before taking a quick breath, entering the lab. The loud sound the elevator had made reverberated through the large, open laboratory with the high ceilings, echoing back from the glass instruments on the table next to her. She looked around in awe once more, this time seeing the lab in natural sunlight that was streaming in through another one of the usual giant windows of the house. The mostly metal and glass instruments shone in the warm morning sunlight, casting long shadows on the surfaces behind them. Laussa slowly strode forwards, admiring the craftsmanship on the machines and inventions around just the entrance of one of the floors in this building, that was dedicated to science.
"I’m busy, Tony!“ Banner’s raspy voice broke through the serene silence of the room, making her jump, almost spilling some of the hot coffee on herself. He wasn’t expecting her, she thought to herself with a smile. Laussa quickly made her way over to where she now knew his desk to be, her footsteps also echoing loudly, as everything did down here.
As she turned the corner to his area, she locked her eyes on him immediately. He was sat in a swivel chair in front of his large desk, monitors all around him, most of them showing different versions of what seemed like a blueprint, others showing texts and documents she couldn’t decipher from her distance. He was leaning forward onto the table, his right hand rubbing his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, as his other hand was holding his glasses, absentmindedly opening and closing the sides in a slow rhythm. He seemed to be wearing the same clothes she saw him in yesterday, his blue button-down no longer tucked into his pants, but loosely peeking from under his wrinkled lab-coat, his hair now messy and ruffled as it spilled over his forehead.
"I didn’t mean to disturb you, Dr. Banner.”
Bruce flinched, immediately turning around to her, his eyes now wide open, staring at her like a deer in the headlights. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw him from a different angle, noticing his shirt that was not only no longer tucked into the brown dress pants, but also had more buttons undone, revealing his pale, trained chest. She got a quick glance at the dark brown curls of chest hair before he hastily brought up his hands to button up his shirt again and fix his hair as best he could. “No, no, you didn’t, I just… I wasn’t expecting you,” he said nervously, quickly tucking his shirt back into his pants and pulling his coat back on completely.
"I brought you something, Clint told me this is how you like your coffee? Be careful, though, it’s hot.“ He looked at her in confusion and surprise as she walked closer and set down one of the cups on his desk carefully. "Th-thank you, that’s very kind.” His smile was honest, giving her a chance to marvel over his deep brown eyes again, memorising the bright, little flickers of gold behind the overpowering exhaustion he was radiating.
"Are you alright? You look as if you haven’t slept at all.“ The doctor quickly shook his head, now breaking the eye contact, looking back down onto the glasses in his hand, reaching his other hand out to grab the steaming cup of coffee. "I’m all right, no reason for concerns, nothing unusual. Thank you.”
Still concerned, but aware he didn’t want her to prod further she nodded at him, moving over to her work station.
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It took her a while to get acquainted with everything, the technology being so much more advanced than anything she’d ever handled before, but she was able to set up everything she needed to transfer all of her research over to this side of the earth. Hacking had never been her strong suit, especially not hacking through her own security system, but in the hurry that Thor had made her leave in, she had been forced to leave her lab without transferring her data into the cloud, as she usually did, so she had to hack back into her other computer to access all of her files.
It took a long time, but when she finally had found an access point to her old desktop, she gave a sigh of content, immediately freezing to hope the doctor hadn’t heard it. She had been down in the lab for a couple of hours at this point, sitting only about 15 feet away from where he was working, hearing only the occasional clanking or typing noise, sometimes a little groan as if he was in pain. Laussa was sure he hadn’t slept the night before, given his looks as she had first seen him today, so he was probably suffering from a splitting headache.
Why was she thinking about him so much?
Shaking her head, she decided to get on with work.
She had now copied most of her files onto the new device, only her ‘highly confidential’ ones were yet to come. As she finished her last lines of input to transfer those as well, suddenly, all of the screens around her started flashing red, some of them having a big ‘Access Denied’-texts written on them, as an alarm started going off. In a panic, she quickly tried to fix her mistake, then, as she gave up on that tried to just cancel the transfer, but nothing worked as she frantically started to manually override security, again and again, the blaring alarm still going off in the background.
"You need some help?“ Laussa heard Bruce’s voice shout over the loud signal. "No, thanks, I totally have this under control.” The confidence in her voice faltered and she heard him step closer almost immediately, felt him watch over her actions, apparently understanding, what she was doing. “Laussa, hey, you don’t need to do all that manually, Tony’s got this all handled automatically.” He stepped right next to her, crouching down, now speaking at a normal volume since he was right next to her ear. “May I? You just have to…” She visibly shuddered, feeling his warm breath on her ear as he leaned over her, his fingers brushing against hers as he took control of the keyboard. Little jolts of electricity shot through her body at the feel of his skin on hers, and with a few shortcuts, he had cut off the blaring alarm. Suddenly, there was a small progress bar, all of the confidential files now flowing onto the new device. He retreated, taking a small step back and Laussa turned around to him.
"Wow, th-thank you! I had no idea, thanks, doctor.“ He smiled at her and her chest suddenly felt heavy, her heart stuttering as she took him in again, his undoubtedly attractive experience, the kindness in his eyes as he looked at her, a faint blush on his cheeks. "Oh, no problem…” His voice was quiet, his gaze now distracted, focused on something behind her.
Laussa spun back around, the newly copied files of research, experiments and analyses opening on different parts of the screen, big enough so he had definitely seen parts of it. Shit. She focussed on him out of the corner of her eye, his posture was now rigid, his head averted. “I’m gonna go back to work, just call, if you need any help.” With that, he left, not even a glance back in her direction as he practically fled the scene.
She turned her attention back to the screens, now completely filled up with the files she had most recently worked on, prominently featuring research on Asgardian afterlife, wormholes and time travel… …which Banner had definitely seen.
