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"Don't take your hands or eyes off that trigger." Clint whispered to you.
Eyes trained on the target rather than the trigger, you lowered your weapon slightly.
"Yes, please don't," The demigod spoke, and you felt your grip tighten on the gun, "I'm afraid to say I wont be the one responsible for your world fading if you do."
"Shut up!" Clint barked.
After another moment, you lowered the gun again. It still stayed raised, but to a smaller degree.
"(Y/n)," Clint hissed. "What are you doing?"
"He wont hurt either of us, he's too weak." You gestured towards the injured demigod with a nod of your head, keeping your eyes trained on him.
You saw his brows furrow. You squealed as he disappeared before your eyes, his arms suddenly snaking around you from behind. His hand gripped your chin, his other arm around your front, stopping both your arms from moving.
Clint aimed his gun at your head, or rather, the demigod's hand. You grew ragged in this mans' arms as you fought every urge to move.
The raven-haired demigod lifted a finger and used it to tug your lips gently.
"Speak, maiden. Tell your comrade what you think of me." He whispered into your ear. You looked back at him, your face turning slightly, before swiveling your gaze towards your teammate.
"Lower your gun, Clint," You were interrupted by the demigod whispering softly,
"Clint? I'll remember that. . ."
"He wont harm me." You finished.
After several minutes of intense staring, Clint lowered his gun.
The demigod moved swiftly, cooing his last words before vanishing,
"Until next time, (Y/n)."
The moment he was gone, Clint rushed over to you.
"(Y/n)! Are you alright?" You didn't have time to nod before he continued, "I told you not to lose sight of the trigger!"
You dismissed his words and replaced them with a question of your own, "Who was that?"
After making sure you weren't injured in any way, Clint answered, "Loki. Loki of Asgard."
He clearly didn't see 'Loki' murmur to you before taking his leave, as Clint said nothing about it.
As you waited for Fury or another agent to come and get you and Clint, you felt a strong pair of eyes on you. You weren't sure if they were Clint's eyes or not, but you weren't going to look into the aggravated mans' eyes to find out.
Eyes trained on the target rather than the trigger, you lowered your weapon slightly.
"Yes, please don't," The demigod spoke, and you felt your grip tighten on the gun, "I'm afraid to say I wont be the one responsible for your world fading if you do."
"Shut up!" Clint barked.
After another moment, you lowered the gun again. It still stayed raised, but to a smaller degree.
"(Y/n)," Clint hissed. "What are you doing?"
"He wont hurt either of us, he's too weak." You gestured towards the injured demigod with a nod of your head, keeping your eyes trained on him.
You saw his brows furrow. You squealed as he disappeared before your eyes, his arms suddenly snaking around you from behind. His hand gripped your chin, his other arm around your front, stopping both your arms from moving.
Clint aimed his gun at your head, or rather, the demigod's hand. You grew ragged in this mans' arms as you fought every urge to move.
The raven-haired demigod lifted a finger and used it to tug your lips gently.
"Speak, maiden. Tell your comrade what you think of me." He whispered into your ear. You looked back at him, your face turning slightly, before swiveling your gaze towards your teammate.
"Lower your gun, Clint," You were interrupted by the demigod whispering softly,
"Clint? I'll remember that. . ."
"He wont harm me." You finished.
After several minutes of intense staring, Clint lowered his gun.
The demigod moved swiftly, cooing his last words before vanishing,
"Until next time, (Y/n)."
The moment he was gone, Clint rushed over to you.
"(Y/n)! Are you alright?" You didn't have time to nod before he continued, "I told you not to lose sight of the trigger!"
You dismissed his words and replaced them with a question of your own, "Who was that?"
After making sure you weren't injured in any way, Clint answered, "Loki. Loki of Asgard."
He clearly didn't see 'Loki' murmur to you before taking his leave, as Clint said nothing about it.
As you waited for Fury or another agent to come and get you and Clint, you felt a strong pair of eyes on you. You weren't sure if they were Clint's eyes or not, but you weren't going to look into the aggravated mans' eyes to find out.
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Loki x Reader: The Man Behind the Mask - Chapter 2
You laid him on the sofa, the only one facing the fire place. After locking the front door and swiftly lighting up the dormant lumber, you sat on the armchair right next to where he rested. His presence was giving an eerie atmosphere to the room; it was the first time that the living room conveyed any feelings, you grinned bitterly. His face seemed so serene; shadows dancing on his features, waltzing and fading, moving across like a tango. You watched him for 10 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour… You felt yourself sinking in deep slumber, hands on your straps, head slanted back into the comfortable leather.
“AHH!”
You bolted
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One and the Same (Loki x Reader) ch. 2 Myths
(Reader, first person)
I yawned as I woke from my slumber. I was still a bit tired from the events of the previous night. I could also swear that I dreamed about Loki. I had spent most of the rest of the ball with him, after all. I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to my friends because they left long before me. Feeling bad, I checked my cellphone to see an onslaught of text messages from one of the girls, Linda. She was one of the more girly ones.
'Who was that guy you were with last night?'
'You were dancing with him for hours!'
'He looks WAY older than us, but he's so handsome!'
'Introduce me!'
'Are you ignoring me?'
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Loki x Reader - Serendipity: Chapter 2
Against your original plan to play it safe and professional, you unceremoniously saunter into the interrogation room, pull your chair back, then sit and prop your feet on the table, left ankle crossing over your right.
“Hey! Loki, right?â€
With an air of mild surprise at your insouciant entrance, he follows suit with a casual, “Yes. And who might you be?†The words roll off his silver tongue in a single smooth wave of an accent so indubitably British that you almost forget that he’s not just some foreign guy.
“I am Agent (l/n), head of the Co
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