Bruce has set up a makeshift lab in Wakanda, while the world takes stock of their dead and Wakanda mourns for their king. Bruce isn’t doing anything important, but he needs to do something, so he studies Wakanda’s vibranium supply and attempts to keep Shuri busy.
Otherwise, the grief might just be too much for the both of them to bear.
Bruce also tries very hard not to think about Tony and what form of matter Tony may or may not be at this very moment. He’s only moderately successful.
It’s on the third day of the second week after half of the world has turned to ash that Thor brings Bruce a little green snake. Bruce is baffled, but he tried to be polite about it. Bruce is heartsick, though, so that makes everything a little harder.
Then Thor asks for Bruce to see if the snake is Loki, and it takes every bit of willpower Bruce Banner poses to not burst into tears. Thor is so strong and so keen to smile, he makes it so easy for everyone to forget that he has lost nearly everything.
Bruce pokes at the snake without any further complaints. When nothing happens, the grief on Thor’s face is unimaginable.
Bruce begins spending time with both Thor and Shuri, in a desperate attempt to combat his own grief by combatting theirs.
All the while, every second or third day, Thor brings Bruce a small green animal and asks Bruce to see if it his lost brother. Bruce checks every time, with care and precision, but the result is always negative. It’s awful for both of them, but Thor can’t seem to stop and Bruce doesn’t know how to make him.
This pattern holds for a few weeks, until Thor brings Bruce a beaten and battered lizard. It’d been burned somehow and it looked like one of its limbs had been badly broken. When Thor presents it to him, Bruce honestly isn’t sure if Thor had just brought the little thing to Bruce to see if it could be saved.
“Could you check?” Thor asks, the question quiet and hurt after so many weeks of negative results from Bruce’s prodding and poking.
“Of course,” Bruce says softly, adding his portion of the call and response.
He gingerly picks up the lizard, as the poor also looks like he’d been through the wringer, and gives him a quick once over. Bruce’d been right about the broken leg and the burns were pretty –
The lizard fucking turns into Loki. A damaged, burnt Loki who scuttles backward on a broken leg while spitting blood.
Thor bursts into tears. Bruce bursts out laughing. Everyone has their own way of processing grief and shock and grief turned into shock, apparently.
It’s later, when they’ve gotten Loki a little patched up, convinced Okoye not to kill Loki (”He tried to destroy the world!” she says – “He’s gotten better,” Bruce says), and Thor’s eyes were mostly dry, that Loki finally says through clenched, bloodied teeth:
“They’re in a pocket dimension.”
“Who?” Bruce whispers, stunned.
“Everyone. I told him he’d never be a god. He was just a warlord playing at being something powerful. He should’ve fucking listened.”
Peter Parker: -on meeting Loki, offers his hand- Hi, I’m Peter!
Loki: -shakes his hand- Loki of Asgard.
Peter: Aren’t you like…a bad guy?
Loki: It varies from moment to moment.
Peter: So like…on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst evil imaginable, like…killing puppies, and one being I’ll spit on your hotdog…where are you right now?
Loki: …maybe a three?
Peter: Cool. Lemme know if it gets above a six.
Loki: -thinking- I like him.
It had been a joke, a flippant line, but somehow, Loki found himself taking the youth up on it.
It was hard living around these heroic Avengers, hard trying to stay close to Thor. And when he felt his need for mischief rise too high, when he felt exasperation with these Midgardians turn too close to spite, he would casually say “Six.” to the young man, or sometimes “Seven.”
And Peter would spend the rest of his day with Loki. He would badger him with questions about magic, or drag him across his beloved city to see its entertainments, or take him along stopping petty crimes. He grounded Loki to the here and now, and distracted him from the churning, jagged shards of ice in his mind.
Summary: You are Dr. Strange’s apprentice, he’s helping you practice magic and the arts, all the things you need to know. One day, you’re walking around his house and Thor, your long time friend, decides to drop in, but brings an unexpected guest: his handsome, god of mischief brother, Loki Lafeuyson. (INFINITY WAR NEVER HAPPENED)
Author’s Note: I saw this idea somewhere and I kind of fell in love with it 😉 (if you know where it’s from, tell me the tag and I’ll tag them) so I decided to do a little drabble about it, if you guys like it and want a part two, let me know :). (I’ve been in lifeguard classes ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL week and I have had no time to do anything so my part two to “Find Your Way Back Home” may be a little late but here’s something short to hold you guy’s over)
You’re walking around the house, flipping through one of Dr. Steven Strange’s ancient books, coughing when the dust rises from it. He gives you pop quizzes whenever he can, coming to you, randomly shouting off questions that you have to answer correctly, and you usually do because you’re a good student with a good teacher.
And over the years, you’ve acquired many talents, creating portals of your own, harnessing your own magic, and, as cheesy as it sounds, making friends along the way. All the Avengers treated you as an equal, mostly because they were scared of you and your power (jokingly, of course), but also because you’re one of them, apart of a team, but you’ve been living in Dr. Strange’s quarters for years now. He rescued you from the attack when Loki Lafeuyson attacked New York City, your home, leaving your home and everyone you know crumbled to pieces, for you to fend for yourself. You were young, only five at the time, when it all happened and the Doctor saved you from the clutches of life on the streets.
You’ve been here ever since.
Dr. Strange appears beside you in an instant, “Studying, I see, do you think you will be prepared for the questions later?”
You only chuckle, no longer startled from his sudden appearances anymore, but you weren’t always. Once you popped him in the jaw when he appeared in your bedroom to alert you for breakfast, he stopped for awhile after that.
“I hope so,” you say, twirling your hair. “When do you think I can go out and fight with the rest of the Avengers? And stop being cooped up…” you gesture around you for emphasis. “Here?”
“What’s wrong with staying here?” he asks, hands clasped behind his back as he walks with you down the hallway, now in front of the grand staircase. “It has everything you’d ever need and want.”
“What I want is to get out of here and fight,” you turn to look at him. “I’m not a defenseless child anymore, Steven, I’m twenty one, for Christ’s sake, and ready! You know I am.”
“You’ve certainly excelled in your classes and lessons, yes, but you’re far from ready, my dear, you have no idea how to control your power. You hardly know the extent of it. How would you feel if you killed an innocent human? One of your friends? What would you do then?” he asks, raising his dark eyebrow.
You shake your head, “I just want to help them, that’s all.”
“I know you do,” Steven says, resting a hand on your shoulder. “And you will, I promise you, your time will come.”
You bite down on your lip, nodding, “I can only hope.”
“We don’t hope, we know, that’s why there’s science, facts, and I know that you will be-” he starts, cut off with a loud bang from the door, someone knocking hard on the wood.
“We’ll return to this conversation later, (y/n),” he pats my shoulder once more before swinging the door open with a swift movement of his hand, revealing the familiar, very muscular, Labrador puppy of man, Thor Odinson. He grins widely, striding in the room and taking in the sight of you, opening his arms which you gladly run into. He envelopes you in a tight, affectionate, bear hug, lifting your feet off the ground as he spins you.
He laughs deeply, “I’ve missed you, Lady (y/n)!”
“Missed you too, big guy,” you smile back, your white converse on the solid ground once again, running your hands down your ripped jeans and band tee, blushing at how comfortable and casual you are in front of a god. “I would have dressed up if I knew you were going to be arriving, Thor.”
“Nonsense,” he lifts your hand up and spins you in front of him, smiling, your size small in comparison to you, granted, you were small next to everyone. “You look astonishing in anything you wear, Lady (y/n).”
You look at his hair and touch the now short style, admiring your friend’s new look. “I see you’ve cut your hair.”
“I see you’ve gotten a tattoo,” he points to the back of your neck, exposed because of your messy bun.
“Yeah,” you say bashfully, letting your (y/h/c) hair fall down to cover it. “It’s my parents initials, I got it recently.”
“It’s beautiful, Lady (y/n), what a wonderful sentiment,” he smiles softly and reassuringly. You return it, now realizing just how much you’ve missed him.
“Not that this display of affection isn’t heartwarming, but why are you here? Is there something I need to be worried about?” Steven appears by Thor’s side, spooking him and making his grip on me tighten. He’s not quite used to it yet.
“Not at the moment, but I come to bear bad news,” Thor’s grin is soon replaced with a deep frown. “Asgard has been destroyed, we were able to save most of the people, but it was a tragedy.”
“An email would have sufficed…” Doctor mumbles next to (y/n), you hits him in the side for being insensitive, and he smiles slightly.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Thor,” you wrap your arms around him again, and he lays his head atop of yours, your head resting on his chest in a warm embrace. “You can stay here, if you’d like.”
Dr. Strange coughs loudly, “Excuse me?”
(Y/N) turns to him and raises her eyebrows, “We need to let him stay here, it would only be until he figures things out, but we have the room and he’s like my brother, Steven. Come on… please?”
He looks at you for a moment before rolling his eyes and giving in to your puppy dog eyes, “Fine, if that’s what you’d like.”
(Y/N) claps her hands together and smiles excitedly, Thor returns it, in good spirits once again.
“It will be wonderful to spend more time with Lady (y/n), but I have someone else with me that will need a room as well…” Thor says, looking to Doctor like he knows the answer.
Steven rolls his eyes, casting a quick portal in the air, a man in an all black suit dropping from it, and falling harshly on the floor, making a loud thud.
He whips his long, raven hair out of his face, scowling, “I have been falling…!” he pauses, breathing deeply. “FOR THIRTY MINUTES!”
“Hello, brother,” Thor chuckles, amused by his brother’s pain. “How nice of you to join us.”
The man pulls himself up, turning around to glare at the Doctor, “How dare you, I am a prince and a god, what kind of low-ranked, incompetent wizard-”
“Is that…” your breath catches in your throat, your blood boiling at the sight of him in front of you, the man that destroyed your home and your family.
Loki turns to you, still breathing deeply and frustrated, but his lips edge into a small smile at the sight of your beauty and evident power, he can feel it radiating off of you and it spurred him on, smirking. “You have a cute apprentice, Doctor.”
He continues to look at you, stepping closer to you instead of the Doctor now. Steven shakes his head and throws a portal at him, “And out you go.”
“Steven!” you yell at him, taking both him and Thor by surprise. “Bring him back. Now. I want a word with him.”
Thor frowns, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lady-”
“I don’t care if it’s a bad idea!” you snap at him. “He killed my family, destroyed my home. Let me…” you turn to Steven. “Let me talk to him. And I’m not asking again.”
Steven sighs, bringing him back, “The second he gets too close, he’ll be on Easter Island next.”
Loki appears again, dusting grass of his flawless suit, and your breath is ragged now, your body filled with anger once again.
You walk determinedly up to him, his eyes enraptured by your delectable physique and body, licking his bottom lip when you’re up close to him.
He grins, and your stomach flips, from being uneasy, angry, or because his smile’s nice, you don’t know, but all you can feel is fierce rage, fueled by sadness.
“I see you’ve taken my invitation, what do you say we-”
SMACK!
You slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing around the room, Thor’s booming laughter ringing afterwards.
“Good girl,” Steven smiles.
“How dare you show your face here, after what you did,” you spit. “And that was just a taste of what I will do to you if you choose to stay.”
Loki only smiles, attractive dimples making an appearance on either side of his pink lips as he looks to his brother, “I like her.”
“The feeling isn’t mutual, you son of a bitch,” you quip, fast, venom laced in your words.
“Oh, I definitely like her,” his smirk widens, surprised at how aroused he is from your anger towards him and fearlessness.
“The room here only stands for Thor,” you say to him, peeling your eyes away from his flattering, black suit. What are you doing? You can’t find this man handsome, he’s killed so many people…
“As always, little brother,” Thor bows. “I am the one women prefer.”
“Quit while you’re ahead, Thor, this is only because you’re my friend, not because I want you to get in my pants,” you point, a threatening glare in your eyes. Thor winks playfully.
“Well, aren’t you just ravishing when you’re mad?” Loki purrs, eyes glazing over you.
“If you think this is all that happens when I’m mad, you’re sadly mistaken,” you say between gritted teeth.
He growls, low in his throat, “Oh, please show me more, darling.”
Was that a sexual innuendo?
Thor shakes his head with a loud chuckle, “This is very entertaining, I like this.”
“I don’t,” you say, not letting go of Loki’s mischief filled gaze, and not once backing down from the intense staring contest. “Frankly, this is my worst nightmare.”
“You must be joking, love, because the sight before me is nothing short of a dream,” he looks over you again, smirking.
Thor smiles at the tension between them, looking from you to Loki and back again, never seeing you this angry before.
You sat in the window seat of the Asgardian library, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin. Loki sat across from you, his legs out stretched and brushing against yours. He was presumably reading as well, but it didn’t take long for you to feel a pair of eyes on you.
“You’re staring,” you said, not bothering to look up.
“Am I?”
You smiled to yourself, keeping your eyes on your book just to annoy him.
“You are,” you said. You turned the page for emphasis.
Loki gave a low chuckle as you heard his book drop to the ground. Once again, you kept your eyes on the page in front of you, even though you had long forgotten what it was you were reading. A small shuffle of clothing against upholstery and a creak of the bench brought him closer to you before he carefully lifted the book out of your hands.
You finally met his eyes to see his face hovering inches from yours. His hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you were you sat. You attempted to look put out as you stared him down.
“I was reading that.”
He gave you a lopsided smile as he shook your head.
“No you weren’t.”
You didn’t say anything back, but the small grin starting to take over your features told him he had won. His eyes then took a moment to wander across your features, taking in your eyes and cheeks and nose and lips, pausing every now and again as if discovering something entirely new.
“What are you thinking,” you breathed softly.
He stopped then, meeting your eyes once more.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are,” he asked, sounding oddly serious from the tone you were used to.
You tried to dismiss it, giving a sideways smile. “You can stand to say it more often.”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward carefully brushing his lips against yours. It was so tender and foreign, you almost had to question if the man kissing you was truly the Loki you knew. But as he pulled away, leaving you breathless, you knew it couldn’t be anyone else.
“I should tell you everyday,” he whispered against your skin. You got the impression it was more a comment to himself than to you. “You are beautiful. You are the sunshine. You are my sunshine.”
He pulled back further, staring right into your eyes and your heart with an intensity you only ever caught in moments.
“Are you mine,” he asked.
You wanted to question him. You wanted to ask why here, why now, but the words never left your thoughts. You just nodded, your eyes switching from his eyes to his lips and back again.
“I am,” you confessed.
A grin spread across his features, as he leaned forward.
“And I am yours,” he promised, before capturing your lips once more.
Note: To my lovely anon that suffered from the IW feels, here is a little one shot for you based on your request! I’m sorry it’s taken a while but I hope that you like it and it soothes your breaking heart 😀
Could you write us a fluffy Loki x reader, where
the reader is this huge fan of Norse Mythology and he is her favorite
God so she freaks out when she meets him and it’s all fluff?
Words: 2035
Requests are open, so do feel free to drop me one here.
Let me know what you think, tag lists are open and you can find my other fics here: Masterlist
"Brother,
I would rather be in a prison cell than go along with this. Being paraded
around in front of the mortals like some kind of animal. It’s
humiliating.“
"Shut
up, Loki,” Thor grumbled, standing in front of the large mirror and
adjusting his cape. He had already adjusted it fifty times but never seemed to
be satisfied with how it looked. “Stark does this every few months to
raise money for charity. The humans donate much to come and meet their heroes.
The least you could do is sit there and be polite to the people of Earth.”
"I’m
no hero,“ the younger Asgardian pointed out, rolling his eyes as he
stepped out of his chair to help Thor with his cape. Thor really could be
useless sometimes. Loki often wondered how his brother would ever cope without
him by his side to look out for him. Of course, on occasion, the urge to betray
him reared its head instead but Loki was trying
to resist stabbing Thor every time he said something stupid – even if he gave
in to temptation more often than not – so surely it was the thought that
counted.
Tugging on the corner of the
luridly red cape with enough strength to pull it straight but not quite hard
enough to rip the fabric, Loki nodded at his brother’s thankful smile. With a
deep sigh as he pulled on the collar of his own reasonably formal attire (minus
the armour and the cape because, really, this was going to be bad enough
without drawing any more attention to himself), Loki asked Thor again why his
presence was actually necessary.
Thor patted Loki heartily on the
back, hard enough to actually make him stumble. “Brother, I’ve told you
already. As one of the Avengers, you are
a hero to the people of Earth. I assure you that there will be those that have
come solely for the pleasure of meeting you. They love us!”
"They
love you. I sincerely doubt that that
same affection extends to me.“
"Do
not be so pessimistic, Loki. I doubt it will be as awful as you imagine. You
might even have fun.”
in infinity war loki survives and stays with thor but he’s just a snake the entire time just draped across thor’s shoulders and when they come to earth everyone is like hey thor cool snake how’d you get a snake in space and thor is like thanks it’s my brother
the avengers: wheres thor
thor, walking in after losing absolutely everything except his shitheel sibling:
Toad's Cave 