you and steve prank the hangover people with mjolnir, this turned out to be a lot longer than i planned, but let me know if you want another part!
The shared living room of the Avengers was an absolute wreck, and the stench of something was intruding your nose before you even made it halfway down the hallway. Empty beer bottles were littered around the tables, not to mention all the clothes that were thrown over the couches. Sunlight was bouncing off of all the glass tables and bottles, making you squint as you turned to the kitchen where someone was already up and making food. It was one of the super soldiers, you could tell from the hoodie and stance at the coffee pot.
Once he turned around, Steve smiled at you and put his coffee to his lips before asking, “How ya feeling?” Of course he’d be the one to ask this, considering he could drink as much as he wanted at functions and never face the repercussions.
A sarcastic laugh escaped you, “Let’s just say I’m taking the day off from training, and I think everyone else is too by the looks of it.” You took another glance at the common room where the Avengers party occurred the previous night. Some events were flooding back to your mind, like the strip poker, body shots off of Thor, and even karaoke with Bucky. But there were some fuzzy spots that you were trying to ignore. “Can you help me with cleaning this shit? It smells like something died in here.” It was only 6AM, and you figured it would be better to clean now, then let everyone crawl their way to the couches. Steve nodded his head and set his coffee on the counter while he walked towards the mess with you.
There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes while you threw all the trash you could find into the bag you were holding, a few silent laughs were shared between the both of you over the contents of the trash you were finding. Then you noticed Steve staring at the coffee table, and you spoke up, “How come you didn’t just lift Mjolnir last night? I know you can.” He gently laughed, and then continued with throwing clothes into a laundry basket.
“How do you even know that? Besides, I didn’t want to hear Tony throw a fit about ‘how come Capsicle can lift it but not me’”? Steve shook his head, and continued to mumble under his breath general complaints about Tony’s attitude. It was true though, anything Cap could do made Tony feel like he had to be bigger, better, and faster.
Continuing to pick up empty wrappers that were stuck to the table, you explained, “I know because I am aware of your history, you’re more than worthy of picking it up.” You stopped, “Who the hell would just leave their dirty socks on the table? Probably Tony…” You trailed off once more, in fear that Steve was uncomfortable with the mighty hammer talk.
Steve plopped himself down on the couch, happy that it was now uncovered. He let out a breathy laugh, “I bet you could lift it if you tried, y/n,” He pointed, “Plus there’s a wrapper sticking out from underneath it.” The way he said it was almost a challenge, and you were never one to back down from challenges.
Sure everyone at the party last night dared you to, but that didn’t mean you were going to ruin Thor’s ego. But now that the only other person than Thor who could lift it dared you to, there was no way you were going to back down from the challenge. You stepped toward the end of the coffee table where Mjolnir was perched on top of magazines and trash. With your hand firmly wrapped around the handle, you gathered the courage to lift.
Mjolnir came up indeed, and your eyes widened at the hammer in your hand. For about 20 seconds fear ran through your body, until the hilarious thoughts began to race into your mind. Without even saying anything to Cap, you quickly shuffled over to the fridge and tied the handle of Mjolnir around the door handles, preventing anything from going in or out. Just the thought of all the hungover people expecting to get their snacks and gatorade, then being stopped by the magical hammer made you laugh as you wrapped the leather around the handles.
The two of you went about, and continued to clean in anticipation of the first victim making their way toward the kitchen. But when you saw the red hair poking out of a hoodie, your stomach dropped. Natasha was the last person in the compound you’d voluntarily prank since you knew how stern she was with getting to her food. So instead of saying anything, you got more into cleaning to avoid looking any type of suspicious. Natasha groaned when the sunlight finally hit her eyes, and she lightly padded over to the sink to fill a glass of water. Without even noticing the hammer, she then tried to pull the doors open.
“What the hell is going on with this fridge?” Natasha sounded more hostile than confused, until she stopped and tilted her head down to see Mjolnir placed around the handles. “Why the fuck is Thor’s hammer stuck on the fridge?” she practically screamed.
Being nearly doubled over in laughter, Steve tried to avoid looking at you so he wouldn’t join in on the laughing fit. Natasha was too busy trying to move Mjolnir to even notice the two of you laughing, though. So when she finally did give up, she stormed over to the both of you and asked if you knew who did it.
“Go ask Clint, he might know considering he was the only one still awake past 3AM.” Steve motioned over his shoulder, and Nat quickly went to go investigate. Doors could be heard slamming in the distance and you knew that there was going to be hell to pay.
While she went to figure out who was responsible for the nonsense, both you and Steve ran back to the fridge to move Mjolnir. You giggled as you lifted it and tried to decide the next hiding spot. Steve nodded his head toward the hallway, and you followed him before he pointed at the door handle for the bathroom. It was perfect since the handle was the type that had to be lifted up to open, so you quickly slipped the leather handle around the metal and scurried down the hall before anyone caught the both of you. So you plopped down onto the couch, legs propped onto Steve’s lap, and the both of you waited for the next round of chaos to ensue.
Loki was minding his own business as always, he was too busy focusing on his next scheme or what book to read when his attention was pulled away from his thoughts by a loud cry of anger coming from the common room. Moving stealthily he appeared by the doorway and took a peak around the door, as soon as he saw you, alone, he made his presence known.
“Greetings (Y/N), what seems to be troubling you?”, he asked walking over to you with a smile. You looked up at the god and gave him a tired smile in response, “My hair is annoying me, it keeps getting in my face”. Loki’s smile turned into a smirk, “I believe I have a solution my darling”, but before he could tell you, his brother Thor appeared.
“Lady (Y/N)! There you are!”, he greeted you with a thunderous grin which soon turned sour upon seeing his younger brother who also happened to be his current love rival, “Loki”.
Brief Synopsis: You’re having trouble sleeping, but when Loki visits earth to read to you, you fall asleep to the sound his voice.
A/N: I haven’t posted a fic in such a long time though I’ve had so many ideas lately, and I was going to start a series, but for now, I decided to publish a short oneshot. Loki reading is one of my many aesthetics, so I had to write a fic about it. Hope you all enjoy!
Your brain could not seem to stay quiet, the constant neurological activity inside your skull keeping you awake as it had been for so many nights. Ever since Loki returned to Asgard with Thor, you were unable to rest for more than two consecutive hours before something else stimulated your mind, no matter how insignificant the thought. You knew Loki’s absence should not affect your sleeping patterns, but even after you’d learned of what transpired in New York because of him, a part of you still seemed to be missing.
You rolled over onto your back, huffing loudly as you raked your fingers through your hair. You did not know what else to try, having already experimented with several natural remedies for insomnia. None of the recommended methods merited any results.
You sat up in bed, a single leg dangling over the side of the mattress as you moved to get up, though before you could, your bedroom door began to open.
And this was a version of what Algrim could look like when he transforms into Kurse. It’s always fun concepting monstrous creatures. It reminds me of my God of War days. #ThortheDarkWorld #thor #kurse #villian #darkelf #conceptart #design #godofwar #digitalart #marvel #marvelstudios