Loki x Reader - Partners: Ch 5

You woke up early and looked around at your newly decorated room; you hadn’t had time to appreciate it yesterday.

After you showered and dressed, you went upstairs to find the kitchen completely deserted. You wondered what time people normally were up but figured as time passed, you’d learn everyone’s schedules. You ate in silence.

Then after a moment, “Hey JARVIS?” you called.

“Yes miss (y/n)?”

“Is Tony awake?”

“He’s in his lab currently.”

“Great, thanks.” You got up and went to the elevator.

The doors opened and Steve flew past you, almost knocking you off your feet. Natasha hurried after him. She held an envelope. “Careful Steve.”

“I don’t have time to be careful,” he grabbed some food.

“Well thanks at least for eating.” Steve nodded as he piled food into his mouth. “You sure you don’t want me to come? At least as back up?”

“No.” His answer was uncharacteristically short. “Let me finish eating.”
Natasha sighed and grabbed some toast and buttered it before she started eating. She leaned against the counter as she ate. “It could be dangerous.”
Steve paused to glare at her and she fell silent.

You decided it was best not to ask now and got in the elevator to go to Tony’s lab.



You rode the elevator in silence, trying to guess what could be bothering Steve so badly. You shook your head, if you needed to know, they’d tell you.
The doors opened and you heard yelling.

“No! No!” It was Tony. “Dummy! Stop with the fire extinguisher! There’s no fire dammit.”

Bruce standing next to a robotic arm, nearly in tears laughing at Tony. Tony’s hair was messed up and he was covered in various layers of smoke and ash.

“Woah, what happened here?” You asked as you entered the room.

“Stark was messing with some of your personal explosives, apparently they’re of a different sort than he was expecting.” Bruce answered you and you couldn’t help but grin.

Tony glared at the two of you. “I am impressed though, that’s a different chemical mixture than I would’ve chosen.”

“There’s some nanos added into there, you probably noticed.”

Tony eyed a pair of gloves on the floor distastefully. You followed his gaze, they had been mostly eaten through by the hungry nanos. You looked at the ground around them and saw there were some holes eaten away in the cement.

Tony sighed, “Probably should’ve talked to you about messing with your toys.”

You nodded and said, “Luckily for you, those are contained explosives.”

“So you do have more powerful ones?” Bruce asked as his eyes widened.

“I haven’t made them, that’s just reckless.” Bruce and Tony breathed a sigh of relief at your answer.

“Good, now the reason I brought you to the lab.” Tony’s eyes lit up as he walked over to one of his work tables. He lifted up a pair of long daggers. “These babies,” he grinned at them, “can work as regular sharp daggers. I won’t bore you with the specifics of heating them and how tempered the metal is, but Cap’s shield has similar modifications.”

“Hot damn!” You grabbed the blades and spun them expertly in your hands. “The weight too!” They matched your regular pair perfectly.

“Fury gave us the specifications and we went with that. We also added a modification,” He reached to take the blades back from you. Tony saw the disappointment in your eyes and smirked, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll give them back.” There was a slim button on the hilt of each blade. “Press this button, and these babies turn into Tasers, completely dulls the blade too.”

He handed one of the blades back to you and you ran your finger along the edge, testing the sharpness. After a second, you pulled your hand away and pressed the button. You could feel the surge of electrical currents, you could feel some of your hair standing on end. “Wow, these are amazing…” You could hardly look away from your gift.

“I’ll take that as a thank you. Also, arc reactor, completely self-sustaining energy.” Tony was smirking at you.

Jumping forward you grabbed him and hugged him, “Yes! Thank you so much! Oh thank you thank you!” You repeated and finally kissed him on the cheek. You turned to Bruce and pecked his cheek also,  “Thanks so much guys, these are amazing.”

“You just have to promise to show us some more of these explosives of yours.”

“Fair enough.” You went back to admiring the blades. A few moments passed and you remembered your encounter with Steve and Natasha from the morning. “Hey guys?” Tony and Bruce had walked back to their tables but turned at the sound of your voice. “Do you know what’s up with Steve and Nat?”

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked.

You shrugged, unsure, “Probably nothing, Steve seemed awfully upset this morning as he ate breakfast. I figured it was best not to intrude.”

“Ehh, Cap’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Tony said dismissively. “He’s been a little on-edge since SHIELD restarted. After all the events that happened in DC, he’s been pretty busy. Fury has been working him like a dog.” Bruce nodded.

“Alright, you two have fun. Don’t blow up the tower.” You sheathed the blades and waved at them as you walked off.



You decided to go to the training rooms, eager to test out your new blades. “(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” You heard someone call from behind you and turned around. Clint slowed to a halt beside you and held out a computer tablet. “It’s Fury.”

Startled, you took it from him. “Director?”

“Agent.” Fury studied you from the screen, “Can we talk in private?” You nodded and stepped into a side room. “I heard you’re settled in.”

“Yessir,” you beamed, proud at remembering the title.

Director Fury rolled his eye, “We have reason to believe that very private and top secret intel on Stark’s suits has fallen into the wrong hands.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, “Shouldn’t Stark look into that?”

“No, he’s busy with other things, and if I’m being honest.” Fury sighed, “SHIELD was supposed to keep track of this information.”

“For an intelligence organization that wasn’t very-“

He interrupted you. “We’ve done some re-staffing since DC, as I’m sure you’re aware. Just find the information, retrieve it or destroy all traces of it.”

You nodded, “Do I have any leads to go on?”

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The next few weeks were a blur. You were constantly traveling between the new SHIELD headquarters, the computer archives of Stark tower, and interviewing people everywhere in between. There was no downtime.

On the rare occasion that you didn’t return to your room and collapse asleep instantly, you were spending time helping Stark with your explosives and learning some new tricks in between. Or you and Clint were working on breaking in your new weapons.

Loki and Thor would occasionally spar in the training room, but you rarely saw the two brothers together. Thor was usually completely gone from the tower. Loki stayed alone on his floor. He had free movement around the Earth, but no one was eager to leave him alone. Old fears die hard.

You did occasionally manage to stop at the library and read some, but you usually fell asleep before you could get very far. Once or twice you had woken to Loki glaring down at you but he never said much. You smiled, remembering that you had managed to get your grumpy partner to eat with you on those occasions.

The thing that always stayed on the back of your mind was Steve and Natasha; you hadn’t seen them since Steve ate breakfast on the same day you got your weapons. You were no stranger to long missions and not seeing people for weeks, even months on end, but you couldn’t help but think that one of the Avengers (particularly the Captain America) being missing for this long of a time period as being strange.

You could tell the others shared your thoughts but threats were constantly coming in and there was no downtime to worry about it.

Then finally:

“There!” You jumped up excitedly, pumping your fist into the air.
“What is it?” Clint walked over, eating a sandwich as he looked at the computer screen you were studying.
“I finally got the trace down. The information Fury sent me after.” You added, noting his confused expression.
He nodded, “Oh, right right right.”

“Looks like Justin Hammer kept some of Ivan Vanko’s work and ended up auctioning it off to the highest bidder.” Clint still looked confused. “You know, that guy a couple years ago, he attacked Stark with the two electric whip things? Sheesh, where were you for that?”

Clint shrugged, “Budapest.”
“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, what happened-?” Clint waved at you as he walked away. You sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. You pulled out your phone, “Director Fury.” You waited.

“(Y/N)?” Fury answered.

“I got a location. Some of the tech that Ivan Vanko made from Stark’s weaponry stayed with Hammer and his allies. It looks like he sold it off to a rogue group, I can’t find ties to any major organizations but the base of operations appears to be in northern,” you paused as you looked at the map on your screen. “Canada.”

“Alright, you and Loki leave tomorrow morning. We’ll have a quinjet set up to pick you up then.”

You nodded glumly, “Alright.” It would be cold.

“Good work agent.” The line disconnected.

You sighed as you looked at the coordinates. The jet would have to drop you at lower latitude than you’d like. The weather much farther north could potentially damage the engines and staying low profile on this group’s security would mean that a ground setup would be an all-around better choice.

You stood up and stretched, looks like you had the rest of the day off.

Now was as good a time as any to tell Loki about the mission schematics. You rode the elevator to his floor, trying to stifle yawns.

When the doors opened, you looked around. After growing annoyed with falling asleep on the floor, you finally brought a chair into the library and made a little nest for yourself. Today, you saw, in your nest was a sleeping Loki.

Your mouth dropped open at how different he looked when he was asleep. The cold exterior that he always held towards everyone was gone and you found that he looked relatively peaceful, almost happy. You smiled softly at him.

You stepped a little closer and then saw that even sleeping, something looked off. His eyes were shut tightly and there were dark circles under his eyes. His skin was pale but you could see a sheen of sweat and realized his jaw was clenched. He was shaking and you could hear the faintest whimpering sounds. He was in pain.

You could feel your heart breaking and you reached for his shoulder before gently touching it.
Instantly his eyes shot open and his hand grabbed your wrist, pushing you away. You yelped at his vise-like grip. “Loki!”

You could see the fog of sleep finally leave his eyes as he recognized where he was and then who you were. “Oh…” Loki was out of breath. “(y/n)…” He let go of you. After a moment he glanced down at your bright red wrist and a pained expression crossed his face. “I’m so sorry…” He muttered under his breath.

“Are you ok?” you asked hesitantly.

Loki’s eyes scanned your face. “I’m fine.” He said harshly, standing.

“Wait,” you said and he glanced back at you. “We have a mission, the quinjet will be here tomorrow morning.” He nodded at you. “We have the rest of the day off, do you want to watch a movie maybe?”

He hesitated and you could see a look of longing on his face but it was gone once more, replaced by his cold exterior. “No, I’m going to finish reading.” With that, Loki disappeared between the shelves. You could hear his door shutting and then you were left alone in the silence, nursing your bruised wrist.