“Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were going to fight
side-by-side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me
and… oh, maybe there’s still good in you but… let’s be honest, our
paths diverged a long time ago.”
Imagine: being able to lift Mjolnir and surprising both princes
[ this is one of my older imagine ideas, sorry if it’s wonky! ]
You yawned loudly as you trudged into the sitting room, then greeted by a handful of the tower residents. Loki sent you a curious glance, momentarily wondering why you were tired at… noon. He sat in a lone chair, and closed his Asgardian book.
“Lady [Y/N], good day! You slept past the morn, I see.” Thor proclaimed from the couch, while you dropped yourself beside him. Natasha watched you from the other side of the room, while Tony was discussing something with FRIDAY at a holographic display. You kicked your legs up onto the coffee table, placing your feet beside Mjolnir.
“Long night… Remind me not to agree to watch the night crime again.” You grumbled, before sinking into the cushions. Thor chuckled loudly, and you cringed, before turning away from him. Loki made some snarky remark about your sleeping habits, but you were not in the mood. “Shove it, silver-tongue.” You huffed, while curling up your legs slightly. You felt your feet bump something and heard it hit the floor, but didn’t put much thought towards it, until dead silence claimed the room.
Your eyes burst open and you rapidly sat up, realizing Mjolnir wasn’t on the table. Your eyes widened as they landed on the toppled hammer, sitting on the floor, before you glanced at Thor. His mouth was agape in shock, looking between you and his hammer. All eyes were on you now, but a velvet chuckle drew your attention.
“My, what a treat… The Midgardian night watch is worthy. Odin must not have put much thought into the perimeters for worthiness.” He remarked, pulling half-hearted glares from you and Thor. However, you could tell by his tense posture and expression that he hadn’t expected it either, and likely didn’t look forward to another hero being able to drop the damn hammer on his chest. You huffed softly, before shifting your shoulders.
“I’m sure it’s just a fluke, like the elevator thing…” You started, reaching for the hammer to prove your point. However, when you easily lifted it, you heard Thor let out a strangled breath. Godly eyes were trained to your hand, one wondering what this meant for his future throne, and the other wondering if this meant the other Avengers would try to convince you to smack him.
“This is… ah- well…” Thor mumbled, trying to think of what made you worthy. You were a hero of the people, and you had been good to himself and his brother, but surely there was something else… Shifting his curious and suspicious eyes to your stunned face, he let his thoughts swirl.
“…Good fucking lord…” You mumbled, turning the hammer in your hand. Loki furrowed his brows momentarily, before moving to sit beside you, trapping you between his own body and Thor. He reached for the hilt of the hammer, and when Thor realized what Loki was trying, he shot out one hand to intercept. Both of their hands met yours on the hammer, and a shock of energy sparked through your body. You yelped in surprise, but somehow, didn’t feel pain from the shock. The princes drew back, unfamiliar with what was happening.