You: I want to be with Loki, but… because of work… Y/N is sad.
Loki: ME?
Lok: YOU MEAN ME?
Loki: Do you rlly wan spnd it wit me?
Tony: You’re so surprised you’re making typos, reindeer games;;;;;
Loki: … Shut up, man in iron.
Being a teen!Avenger and Thor and Loki being like brothers to you would involve:
Thor is easy to bond with- he’s a great friend and takes you seriously as an Avenger -which the rest of the team sometimes have a hard time doing because you’re so young.
He has a habit of offering you (along with Peter Parker) Asgardian mead.
Loki, for the first time, interacts with you and tells his brother to stop being a moron.
[“They’re too young to drink Thor-”
“-Nonsense! You’d like some mead, right? Y/N?”
“Actually, I’m alright, thank you though.”
“Told you, brother.”]
After that Loki likes to ‘protect’ you from his idiot brother and despite the fact he doesn’t like to admit it, he actually enjoys spending time with you. He’s never had a younger sibling so it’s kind of… fun.
He teaches you magic. Mostly to help him mess with Thor.
Thor doesn’t mind the fact that his brother is trying to mess with him -after centuries of Loki playing tricks on him, he’s very much used to it- but he does enjoy that his brother is smiling more.
Training with you and trying to make you the strongest Avenger.
Fighting alongside each other in battle and being a force to be reckoned with.
The other Avengers are a little suspicious about Loki spending so much time with him but they don’t want to go against Thor- and they see how much nicer Loki has been since you’ve been spending time with the two of them.
Thor one day accidentally calling you sister.
He gets flustered but you assure him that you don’t mind because you think of him as family too.
Loki and Thor comforting you and trying to cheer you up whenever you get sad or depressed. They’re not exactly professions at this sort of thing but they do care about you.
“But Loki…” you whined. The trickster god smirked at his puppy-eyed lover, amused by your request.
“But, (y/n), I don’t allow anyone to touch my glorious hair besides my glorious self.” To emphasize his point, he ran his fingers through his thick ebony mane, twirling strands around like a flirty schoolgirl.
You quirked an eyebrow. “It’s only so glorious because I’m kind enough to buy conditioner, you know. I’m sure it wouldn’t be so nice if I just happened to accidentally forget to buy more.”
He chuckled at your threat, realizing how perfect the two of you were for one another. Especially in the sass department.
“Alright, fine, I’ll allow a mere mortal to experience the euphoric privilege of playing with my hair.”
“Mere mortal? Really?” Someone would be sleeping on the couch tonight.
“I meant the special, breathtaking, wonderful mortal that I am lucky enough to have fallen in love with.”
“That’s better,” you replied, pressing a quick kiss against his lips. You then crawled behind him to get to work, and admired the locks before you. After a few moments, you finally reached for a few strands.
Your eyes went wide as it tickled your fingertips. It was so beautiful. So soft. So (dare you say it) glorious. It was like magic. (which probably made sense, given the current company) He probably doesn’t even use the conditioner.
Seriously, how was your boyfriend so perfect? Every inch of him seemed to be a masterpiece. (-wink wink-)
The trickster smiled at your awestruck countenance, and leaned back in order to get in a comfortable position. He knew you would be distracted by his hair for a long time.
And, as he had guessed, you were entertained for a while. Hours went by as you tried various hairstyles on him. Braids, buns, curls, and more. Once you ran out of ideas, you sought tutorials on Youtube. And Pinterest. Even Instagram.
The both of you cherished those few hours together, savoring the sweet minutes of relaxation as they ticked by. Despite his previous refusals, he loved you playing with his hair, and wished to spend his countless years of immortality with millions of moments with you, just like this one.
You eventually stopped, once your fingers became sore. “Thank you, darling, I know you were against it at first. But I really enjoyed it.”
With a small whine at the loss of contact, he turned and looked at you with a pout. “Can you play with it a little longer?”
You smiled, and leaned in to kiss him sweetly. “Not today, love. My fingers are too tired.”
“Can we do this tomorrow? Please?” he murmured hopefully.
With a quick chuckle, you replied, “2 days in a row? I’m not sure a mere mortal could handle it.” Deep down, you were rather surprised at this turn of events, and thrilled to hear that he had enjoyed it as much as you.
“Alas, you’re no mere mortal. You’re my glorious mortal.”
Maybe he wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch after all.
“why do we assume you’re a couple? might be because of the way you’re snuggling on the couch, might not be.”
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You sighed to yourself as you heard the soft ding of the elevator, signalling that you were on the floor you wanted to be on.
You had just come back from work and decided that you would drop by the Avengers tower for a while. You had powers, but you had decided that you should keep them a secret from the rest of the world. So, instead of living at the Avengers Tower and fighting with the Avengers, you worked at a small cafe a few blocks away and lived just down the street from the tower.
Tony was like a father to you, he brought you up from the age of 14 and helped you settle your powers, so of course when you decided to move out, he wanted to make sure you stayed close to him, and he visited you regularly, but today you thought you’d visit him.
You’d had a bad day at work. Everything seemed to be going wrong for you. First, you dropped a tray and then for the rest of the day you had customers shouting at you. You loved the small cafe, but sometimes it was just too much for you to handle in one day.
When the elevator door opened, you stepped out quickly and dropped your bag on the ground next to the elevator.
You looked around the room, “Tony?”
You jumped a little when you heard a quiet voice coming from the couch, “He’s not here, he’s in his workshop.”
You looked over at the couch and smiled a little when you saw Loki. You had been friends with Loki for over a year now. At first you were afraid of him and the things that he had done, but after getting to know him for a few months, you realised that he really wasn’t so bad, and you two quickly became good friends.
You walked over to the couch and threw yourself down next to him, letting out a long sigh and closing your eyes.
Loki glanced over at you, “Bad day?”
You nodded, “Very. The cafe is…nice. But sometimes things just get out of hand, and it gets hard not to be wound up by the customers or workers.”
He nodded, “I understand. Do you need anything?”
You smiled a little. Loki was always so kind to you, it was hard for you to believe now that he was the one who attacked New York all those years ago.
You gave him a small glance, “Loki. Loki, Loki, Loki…. you know what I want.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, “No. No, absolutely not.”
You pouted, “Please, I really need a hug. It’s been a really long day….”
He continued looking over at you for a few seconds before he sighed, “Fine, come here.” He opened his arms for you, and you gladly accepted the invitation.
You wrapped your arms around his torso and rest your head on his chest, while he put his arms around your shoulders.
You stayed there in his arms for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the peaceful moment you were having with Loki, but your peace was soon interrupted by a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
Tony smirked when he saw you and Loki cuddling on the couch, “Hey, lovebirds. Hope I’m not interrupting anything here.”
You rolled your eyes, “Get lost Tony, I’ve had a bad day.”
He gave you a small smirk, “Oh, I get it. So you come to the boyfriend for help and not your old man. I see how it is now.”
You scoffed, “My old man? And he’s not my boyfriend, I don’t know why everyone just assumes he’s my boyfriend.”
Loki raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you in his arms, mumbling, “I do wonder why.”
Tony gave you a small chuckle, “Why do we assume he’s your boyfriend? It might be because every time we see you two you’re snuggling on the couch together, might not be.”
You rolled your eyes and sat up, picking up a pillow and throwing it in Tony’s direction, a small smile on your features, “Leave, Tony.”
He nodded and got up, holding his hands up in defeat. “I apologise princess, I won’t bother you or your prince.” And with that, he smirked and went back to his workshop.
You rolled your eyes, “He is unbelievable, I swear. He does this to me all of the time. Every man I have contact with is my boyfriend according to him.” You wrapped your arms around Loki again, awaiting his response, but he was quiet.
He bit his lip, thinking to himself for a moment. He wouldn’t mind if you were his girlfriend. He wouldn’t mind being teased by Stark and the rest of the team if it meant that he could see your face and hold you every day of his life.
Eventually, he spoke. “I wouldn’t mind, you know.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, “Wouldn’t mind what?”
He bit his lip, “Being your boyfriend. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, in my opinion.”
You smiled a little, “Oh…”
“Would you allow me to take you out for dinner?”
You sat up, looking him in eye and nodded, “That would be lovely.”
Loki’s loves how compassionate you are. He seems to be a man run on hate and anger and yet you love him, and seem to balance him out so well, especially when his feelings of hatred are coming back.
Peter Quill
Peter loves that you listen and actually enjoy his stories. Of course some of them are over exaggerated just a bit, but you love them all the same.
Steve
Steve loves how open you can make him feel about things like sex. This man is from the 40′s and doesn’t know much and is pretty reserved when it comes to that subject, but he loves that you talk about it openly and make him feel comfortable.
Bucky
Bucky loves how you get excited for things and could talk for hours on end about the things you love. He will just listen the whole time your talking and loving how your eyes light up and how big your smile is.
Thor: Just say that you love her, brother!
Loki: I don’t love Y/N
Loki: I just miss her when she’s not around
Loki: and get upset when she ignores me
Loki: and I worry when she doesn’t eat
Loki: and love the smell of her hair when she uses the suave coconut shampoo that makes her smell like a tropical princess named tulula who serves pina coladas in cups made of pineapple with a pink umbrella and a cherry on top
Loki: but I don’t love her
Thor: Eh yeah right… So you want to play ‘get help’?
Loki: No… not again
Thor: You love it!
Loki: I hate it! It’s emberrassing!
You: What is embarrassing?
Loki: Thor no.
Thor: Thor yes. *smirk*
Thor: I’m on my way now
Loki: Wait, Y/N isn’t with you?
Thor: No?
Loki: Oh…
Loki: Well, that’s fine
Loki: It’s not like I actually want that annoying, little shit around.
Loki: Not like I spent four hours picking the perfect outfit and doing my hair.
Loki: And I defenitely wasn’t looking forward to seeing her or anything like that.
Loki: So it’s fine.
Loki: “Perfectly fine”.
Thor: Yeah… sure *typing Y/N* SOS
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