![]() “This is just too much, I can’t act like this anymore, like I don’t love you!” As you wait you flop onto your couch, back first, and nap until the kettle is singing you back awake. Groaning you put on a kettle on the stove, when you’re done, so you can have some hot tea. You bite into a leather belt you keep for these purposes and get the deed done as fast possible. You sigh and take off your shirt that you’re going to have to wash with vigor since there’s blood on it, and then stitch up the cut you made making sure not to drink alcohol because that would cause your blood to become thinned. When you open your eyes you’re back in your apartment. When you’re out of their immediate vicinity you pull one of the teleporting chips from one of your pockets and activate it. Tony smiles sadly at you and you slowly walk a few feet from all the Avengers who now watch you. I’m sure Shield wouldn’t appreciate you helping heroes that aren’t on the roster.” “Do you need medical?” Tony asks you when you reach outside the building.You shake your head, bringing yourself to full height with a wince, to make it believable, then you clap a hand on his armored shoulder. If only they knew you harbored some form of feelings for the god. It’s inevitable that they’ll slip up.” Tony says in a placating voice. “We’ll get him sometime, the thing about villains is that they always mess up somewhere. “I wasn’t fast enough, he got away.” You say in a bitter voice. The other Avengers check the room out but when they find nothing interesting they all walk you out collectively. When Tony sees it’s only you he lowers his hands and grabs you so he may help you walk. Cap follows and Natasha with two raised pistols. The first person to burst through the doors is Tony who holds both hands out ready to shoot at moments notice. You hunch over with your arm covering the medium sized cut and hobble to the door. In the blink of an eye Loki is gone and you’re left to speak with the Avengers.īefore they make it to the room you use Loki’s dagger to cut a stripe into your stomach, enough to warrant stitches but not enough to truly hurt you, then hide the dagger in one of the pockets in your cargo pants. The Avengers won’t have as much mercy as I do.” You say looking around the building you vacate, hearing loud air rushing over the roof, the quin jet’s engines. You nearly whisper your name but know he catches it because he looks somewhat content. You grind your teeth debating on if you want to give it but in the end do. He has reigned in his hatred and now looks at you with morbid curiosity. “If I’m to die at your hands, at some point, I at least deserve a name.” Loki growls, harshly brings an arm up to wipe at his mouth then stands at full height and pushes the rogue locks of hair in his face back. They’re going to get you killed.” Is all you supply to him with a bored look on your face now. You twirl his dagger in your hands, smirking while appreciating the craftsmanship, then look at him. “Control your emotions. “I hate-” Loki starts, spits blood from his mouth from when you punched him in the mouth, “-that you know how to get under my skin, when I know absolutely nothing about you.” He gets out, his eyes filled with fire. Loki breathes haggardly a few feet from you, staring at you with pure hatred, hunched over. His last attack is to throw his dagger at your throat which you easily catch and raise a brow at him with disappointment. As he tires himself out on his anger you just keep side stepping and blocking the rest of his attacks with your forearms. He’s in a rage and not controlling his emotions at all. You throw in one punch to his jaw that makes him even more mad if that’s even possible. Standing at full height you redirect and dodge all of Loki’s wild attacks. Loki yells as he goes to attack you, you feel his restraints completely disappear and dodge his swift attacks with daggers. “Call me pet again, I dare you, wannabe diva.” At your words you can feel Loki’s magic restraints slipping so you continue, “Oh, daddy doesn’t love you boo fucking hoo you act like you’re better than mortals but mortals tend to deal with their daddy issues better than you! At least we don’t throw temper tantrums that kill innocent people.” You say through grit teeth. You glare at him and fight against your restraints. “You will beg for me, pet.” Loki spits the nick name out. It’s deep from his chest and gives you chills. Summary: It’s a beloved trope, enemies to lovers. I might just start a new enemies to lovers fic IDK ![]() Soooooo like this was a part of an enemies to lovers fic I was going to write but I don’t think it was a good enough idea and my writing has evolved since I first wrote this so….Idk I may pick it back up at some time, then again I might not.
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