"Okay, Mz. Y/L/N," Your boss says darkly. "I'll give you one last chance on this mission. You have 3 months. If the Winter Soldier isn't dead by the end of those 3 months-" He cuts off in a menacing chuckle. "Well, you understand."

"Yes, sir. I won't disappoint you." With that, he hands you a bundle of money, holding onto it firmly.

"You'd better pray you don't," He says, getting the final word before letting you go. You gulp and nod, gathering your things and hurrying out. Your parents had moved out of the country when you were very young. You only remembered a little about your hometown back in the states. When you became a teen, you realized that your ‘Uncle’ that visited your Dad every week was actually a mob boss. You never understood how, but somehow your Dad had gotten into deep debt when he moved to this country and the only way he could pay it off was by working for the mob. Once you turned 18, your dear old ‘Uncle’ hired you too as a way of helping to finish paying your Dad’s debts. You wanted to move back to the States but the only way your ‘Uncle’ let you go was if you agreed to do something for him. That something was taking down his enemies. He trained you to be a master assassin and sent you on missions throughout the States. This one was different though.

Usually it was quick in and out jobs. This one was going to be longer. Your ‘Uncle’ told you that this target would need a different tactic. You’re not familiar with the background of your target outside of the fact that he is a wanted criminal in the country your ‘Uncle’ lives in. You were instructed to rent a small apartment near something called ‘Avengers Tower’ in NYC. Your ‘Uncle’ told you that this would be the best way to monitor your target without getting too close.

Unfortunately, the money he had given you wasn’t enough to cover rent, food, and other general expenses and you were afraid to ask for more. As you roamed the streets, wondering where you’d spend the night, you saw an ad in a window for an apartment-mate. Deciding that if the person was a murderer you could kill them first, you go to the address and knock on the door.

“Hi, I’m here about the apartment share?” You ask the man who answers.

“Um, yes, of course,” He replies, hesitantly. “Are you still interested?”

“Seeing now that you’re a man asking for a roomie? Yeah, I’m still interested. As long as you don’t make a habit of walking around naked, I couldn’t care less. May I come in now?” You ask. The man steps aside and lets you in, an astonished look on his face. “My name’s-um, Y/A/N Y/A/L. Yours?”

“My-” He gasps, stepping in front of you again. “You don’t know who I am?”

“Um, no, am I supposed to?” He chuckles softly and shakes his head. “Sorry, I’ve been living out of the country for a long while.”

“Oh, well, I suppose you don’t have to know me,” He smiles. “Are you alright with the price?” You nod and hand him the first month’s rent.

“Does that answer your question?” He grins and nods, shaking your hand. “Well then its a deal!”

A couple weeks pass, neither of you questioning the other’s schedule. You do surveillance on the Winter Soldier, seeing him come and go from the tower, but you never get a good view of his face. Meanwhile, you and your roommate, Bucky, have been getting closer. To your great surprise, he’s an old fashioned type guy. After the experience you’d had dealing with your ‘Uncle’ and his cronies, you found Bucky’s style refreshing. He was such a gentleman.

One day last week, while watching the Soldier, you finally got a shot but unfortunatly he moved at the last second and it only grazed him. You cursed under your breath and thought nothing of it when later Bucky came home with a bandage on his arm. After all, he did say he was clumsy. Now today, you managed to catch the Soldier alone in an old, dark, smelly warehouse and you’ve found yourself physically fighting him. Both of you wielding your respective knives, lunging at each other. He catches your leg, you catch his side. It ends suddenly, both of you hurrying away before you can see him well.

That night, you’re back at the apartment eating dinner and watching a movie when Bucky finally comes back. “Sorry I’m back so late. Uh, work kinda, well, today was unexpected.”

“No worries. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you want. I just got takeout today. I hurt my leg this afternoon and didn’t feel like standing and cooking.” He hums an agreement and gets the leftovers, sticking them in the microwave. He leans in the doorway, checking out what you’re watching. His eyes wander to you and he notices the bandage you have on your leg. He frowns softly, remembering the fight earlier. He didn’t get a good look at his attacker but he remembers the fighting style seemed distinctly femanine.

“It couldn’t be,” He mumbles to himself. The girl he’s come to know the past few weeks is the complete opposite of the assassin fighter he faced today. “Hey, Y/A/N, how did you hurt your leg?”

"What? Oh I was just," You pause, trying to find a good excuse. "I fell." You sigh, knowing the excuse is lame, but you're not used to working so closely with people on the job.

"Oh, okay. Just, um, be careful? Alright?" He goes back to the microwave, chewing on more than just his food.

Over the next few days, he keeps a careful eye on you hoping to disprove his suspicion. He only gets more and more evidence that you are indeed the assassin after him. The final straw is when he catches you right outside of the tower. You don’t recognize him, but he sees you.

When you finally come back home, you’re angry. Your ‘Uncle’ called you again demanding an update which you didn’t have. You yell and throw your bag on the floor, punching the wall for good measure. “Hey! This is my apartment!” Bucky yells, coming out of his room at the commotion.

“And I pay for half the rent so you can-”

“Really? Really? I can what?” Bucky yells, interrupting your own screams.

“Just forget it. I had a bad day.” You try to push past him but he doesn’t let you. He grabs your arm and for the first time you realize who he is. “Y-you have a metal arm.”

“That’s right. And you have a contract. Now why don’t we have a little chat, hm?”

“I don’t know what you mean!” You cry, panicking. Your mind is scrambling, trying to reconcile how the man you’ve grown so close to could be the man you’re trying to kill.

“Oh don’t give me that bull! I saw you today outside the tower. And that leg injury? You didn’t fall. Now who are you working for?” You stare at him and find yourself unable to see the criminal you were sent to kill. Even though he’s angry, all you can see in his eyes is the man you’ve come to love. “Love?” You think to yourself. You lose all fight in you at that realization.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry I yelled,” Bucky says, seeing your face fall. You slump into his arms, sobbing. “Woah, okay, I-” He doesn’t quite know how to react.

“I’m sorry. I-I don’t know how to get out of it.”

“Okay, let’s just sit down and you can explain everything.” You follow him to the sofa and tell him your whole story.

“I didn’t know. I mean, I knew he was not a good guy, but I figured his motives were valid.” Bucky nods slowly, hesitnetly reaching out for you.

“I can help if you want. I know people who can get you out of this. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

“I do, Bucky. You’re not the man he said you are. Even if you were at one point, I mean,” You chuckle dryly and shale your head. “Look at me.” He smiles at you and nods again.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

The process is slow and painful but eventually, with Bucky’s help and the rest of the Avengers, you have your freedom. Tony throws a party for you, small but nonetheless a party. “Congratulations on your new life, Y/N!” Bucky says bringing you a drink. You gratefully accept and drink it down quickly.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Don’t know what to do?” He asks knowingly. You laugh and sigh.

“Yeah. It’s been so long.” He finishes his own drink and holds his hand out to you.

“How about starting with a dance?” You smile.

“Yeah. That sounds good.” You take his hand and the two of you dance for hours it seems, your mind wandering. “So, um, I guess I should pack my things. Now that my job is done, you’ll probably want me out of your hair.”

“Um, I mean, if you want to leave but-” He struggles to find the right thing to say. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Well, I did have that ad out in the first place. So, I kind of need you around. Being a superhero doesn’t always pay the bills. And it’s such a pain training a new roommate.” He gives you a face, a goofy grin you’ve come to know well.

“Mm-hmm, sure. I think you’re just too attached to my pretty face,” You tease.

“That is also very possible,” He replies, his voice dropping as he pulls you in closer. “Would that convince you to stay?”

“Are you sure? After all, I am a dangerous woman,” You smirk.

“And I’m a dangerous man. I think I’ll be okay,” He replies with a wink. You smile and lean on his shoulder contentedly.

“Is this alright?”

“Perfect.”

"I think I love you."

You stop immediately at hearing those words. Sure, Loki and you had been flirting for a while now. He'd taken you out a few times but you didn't expect him to express himself so plainly just yet. The two of you had bonded immediately when he finally joined the team, but that had been a while ago. Your playful romance had only developed a couple months ago.

"You couldn't have waited until we got back to the tower after the mission?" You retort, running your knife through yet another one of the enemy soldiers. 

"But I realized it just now!" He yells back, fighting off another wave with a blast of his magic. You chuckle, moving back to back with him as you work together. 

"Well, I suppose this is exactly how one would expect you to admit your feelings. Right in the middle of chaos." He shoots you a quick smile over his shoulder before returning to the battle. The two of you, Thor, and Clint had been sent out on a mission together. It had interrupted plans that you and Loki had but he had promised to make it up to you when you got back. 

Once you land at the tower, Loki immediately hurries out of the jet with you in tow. "Just a minute, Reindeer Games!" Tony calls after you two. "I need your mission report!"

"He told me he loves me!" You yell back, giggling excitedly. Loki pulls you into the elevator, slamming the close door button before any of the others can catch up. "What are you planning, Loki?" You ask with a grin.

“Well, I think there’s still time for the dinner I had planned. And possibly a movie if you’re feeling up to it.” You blush brightly and smile. 

“That sounds amazing, Loki,” You reply. “Thank you. You,” You smile, looking down at your hands in his. “You’re amazing.” The two of you go back to his room and Loki immediately magics himself clean and into his loungewear. You groan when he does so. “I wish I could do that,” You lament.

“You can use my shower if you want,” Loki replies, walking to the kitchen. “I’ll heat up dinner.”

You smile and head to the bathroom, watching him for a moment from the doorway. Loki always acts so tough around everyone although he’s learning to relax around the team. But around you, he’s completely relaxed. He wears the most comfortable midgardian clothes, he doesn’t care if his hair is messy, he’s just himself. You smile and close the door, taking off your dirty mission clothes and getting in the shower.

When you get out, you wrap yourself in a towel and gasp. “Crap! I don’t have a change!” You sneak into Loki’s adjoining bedroom and into his closet. You grab one of his black button up shirts, the hem falling at your thigh. You pause for a moment to take a breath, inhaling his scent. You also grab a pair of his shorts and, at the last moment, decide to grab his cape, wrapping yourself up in it.

"Darling? Are you finished yet?" Loki calls out, knocking on the bathroom door lightly. 

"All clean," You reply, walking out of the bedroom door. He turns around with a smile, his expression changing to something you can't recognize as he looks at you. "Is, um, is everything okay? Should I have not-"

"No!" He exclaims, interrupting you. "It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes." You smile and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

"Would you have rathered I walk around-"

"No! Th-that's fine!" Loki replies, chuckling softly, cheeks flushed a bright red. “Let’s eat dinner, shall we?” He asks. You follow him to the sofa where he has a plate served for each of you on the coffee table. He lets you pick the movie and the two of you eat in comfortable silence as the movie plays.

When you finish eating, you set your plate back on the coffee table and sit back, leaning on his shoulder. Loki wraps his arm around you, conjuring a blanket over you both.

“I love you too, you know,” You whisper. He pauses the movie and looks down at you with an excited smile. “I’ve loved you for a long time but I was afraid to tell you and overwhelm you.” Loki glances away, seemingly embarrassed.

“I’ve known you for a long time but I’ve just begun to care. I know I've been blind to not have loved you all this time. But I have finally found what you are to me and-” He smiles, taking your hand in his. “And I suppose that’s what counts. I didn’t realize too late this time.”

“You realized right on time, Loki,” You reply with a smile, squeezing his hand. “Would it be presumsuous of me to call you my boyfriend?” You ask hesitantly after a moment. Loki’s eyes light up and a grin spreads on his face.

“I would love that,” He smiles. “And I shall call you my girlfriend,” He says, although he makes a face as if the word has a bad flavor. “Perhaps I shall find a different term. That one is a bit too midgardian for my tastes,” He admits with a chuckle. You laugh and snuggle into his side. 

“As long as you love me, I don’t care what you call me,” You smile. A mischievous smirk spreads over Loki’s face.

“Are you sure about that, pet?”

This one practically wrote itself alone^^ Thanks for requesting this 💚

warnings: attempted SA

“At last, we’re finally reunited.” he cooed as he approached you with big steps, theatrically walking towards you, "I missed you, my dear."

His hand reached out to you, trying to cup your cheeks but you recoiled at his touch.

“Keep your filthy hands to yourself.” you seethed at him as you tried to scootch further away from him. It didn’t help that he had secured your arms behind your back with a rope tightly which made it difficult to get away.

“But Y/N, we were meant to be!” he whined hurt, kneeling down in front of you, his face so close that his breath hit your skin.

I couldn't say no to you even if I wanted 💚😉

Honestly this was a delight to write. Hope you like it too!

"What in the Norns..." Loki exclaimed as he entered his room covered in vines and exotic flowers blooming all over the walls. Amid his room stood you, or better floated upside down from some vines that slung around your body.

"Wha- How???" he gasped as he ruffled through his hair.

The last part of the Jotunheim Saga ... or is it?🤔 We’ll see what the future has in store (idea wise) :)

It really was a blast to write all these drabbles, thank you all again for requesting and reading them<3

The night had crept over the mountains of the stronghold Utgard, overshadowing it in darkness. You sat patiently in the dining hall, waiting for Loki to return from his last meeting with the council. You felt a bit nervous since you knew that he usually needed some time to compose himself after the discussion with the hard-headed council members.

#39: "Can I just... hold you, a little longer?"

#77: "You're beautiful."

#28: "Please, just open the door."

I finally got to yours! I looked forward to write this one. Ofc this is a continuation to the Jotunheim Saga bc we need a bit of angst and Jotun Loki in it!

Also you didn't have to flatter me to write some Jotun Loki for you... but it helped 😜😘 I hope it’s angsty enough. Not sure if it's cry worthy tho^^

Ruby eyes stared back at him unrelentingly as he observed himself in the mirror only clad in a towel. His hair laid heavy on his shoulders, still wet from the shower.  

Loki's jaw clenched as he looked back at his reflection until he couldn't bear the monster in front of him taunting him with its blank stare.

#2: Come back to bed

Another sleepy Loki drabble. You guys really had a bunch of bed related prompts for me... and I'm not complaining 😏😂

Rustling was the first annoyance he noticed as he slipped back to consciousness. His hand slipped out from under the covers exploring the opposite side of the bed to encounter the second. Your side was cold.

His eyes slowly opened in the pitch black room as his eyes glanced at the clock that sat on the bedside table. Shortly after 5 am.

"What are you doing?" Loki mumbled into the darkness. The rustling stopped.