Requested by: @misssilencewritewell !!! Warnings: a little blood xD
(Y/n) sat in the makeshift library in the Sanctum flipping through an old book when Stephen walked hastily past. She cocked an eyebrow at him as he moved into the next room.
“Good morning to you too, Stephen..” muttered (y/n) who thumbed the corner of her book. She couldn’t get a good read on Stephen. Sometimes he is very enduring towards her but others he just forgets she’s there. It stung when he would act like this. Of course she understood his duties as the proclaimed protector of earth, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d even care if she simply left one day. Suddenly she heard the all too familiar sound of a sling ring portal open in the next room over. Curious, she dog eared the page she was on and moved toward the doorway which led to the room of relics. She caught a glimpse of Stephen’s cloak leave the room but just as she was about to follow, one of the large relics began to shake crazily. (Y/n) readied herself for a fight taking one step at a time towards the jumping cabinet.
“Hey!! Let me out!!! Heeeey!!” A voice screamed from inside. (Y/n) rose an eyebrow and checked over her shoulder. She was a sorcerer to, if it was anything dangerous she could certainly handle it on her own. Holding her hands out in front of her, (y/n) quickly formed a spell that caused the cabinet doors to swing open.
A man in a black suit leapt out of the cabinet ferociously causing (y/n) to stumble backwards and hit one of the glass cases. Once the man looked her in the eyes she knew exactly who he was. The god of mischief himself. Without hesitation, (y/n) quickly formed a shuriken behind her back. But the sparks it emitted caught the crazed man’s gaze. His eyes trailed up her arm and locked themselves onto her (e/c) eyes.
“What’s this? Some lowly midguardian thinks they can harness magic?” He took a step toward but paused as a golden shuriken flew past his cheek and dissolving against the wall. He glanced over his shoulder and watched The particles dissolve. Letting out a low snicker, he drew his own blade from his sleeve. “I see. So that’s how you’re going about this.” (Y/n) dropped to the ground as the knife sliced through the air and plunged through the glass case behind her. Rolling to the side, (y/n) pulled a staff off of a shelf and readied herself for another attack. She wasn’t very keen on using weapons such as these, she much preferred throwing weapons at a distance rather then close combat. But she didn’t have time to consider this. (Y/n) rose the staff in the air and forced it down hard but froze when the god held it in place. Her arms shook as she tried to force the staff out of his grip but it was no use. He gave her a quick sneer then sliced the staff in two grabbing (y/n) by the jaw and pulling her close. She struggled to shake free of his tight grip, feeling his cold touch infect her cheeks.
“It’s a shame really, to ruin such a lovely face.” He summoned another blade from his free hand and pressed it against (y/n)s cheek causing her to let out a short cry. The blade dug deep but she tried her best to hold back her tears. But when the blade sunk into the meat of her cheek she let out a scream that caused the god of mischief to hesitate. His sneer has been replaced with a sudden look of confusion. It was then that (y/n) could feel him slightly loosen his grip but just as she was about to fight back, Loki had been flung across the room, crashing through one of the glass cases. (Y/n) gripped her bleeding cheek as she tried to catch her breath. It was then that she saw a familiar red cloak zoom past her carrying the wearer toward the god that struggled to get up. Stephen yanked the god to his feet by his suit collar and slammed his against the wall.
“You’ve got some nerve showing up on earth after your last visit.” His voice was deep and filled with hate.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“You my friend had just made the biggest mistake of your life.” Stephen’s voice shook the room with his intensity, it even sparked fear in (y/n). Swiftly, the cloak released its hold on Stephen and wrapped itself around (y/n) who couldn’t help but be enveloped in its warmth.
“Oh I highly doubt that.” The god smiled plainly at the sorcerer whose eyes stared into his soul.
“I was going to have a civil conversation and assist you in your search but after what you’ve just done, it’s very tempting to send you straight into a blackhole.”
“Been there, done that. Not the best place for a vacation.” Fury boiled up inside Stephen’s chest. The room shook and rattled causing various cases to shiver in place. God he wanted to make this god pay for touching (y/n). He drew back a shivering fist but froze when he heard his name called out behind him. Holding Loki firmly in place, he looked over his shoulder and could clearly see the blood that coated her cheek like a murky lake. Stephen threw the god of mischief to the floor hard causing (y/n) to shudder at the sound. The god coughed as Stephen knelt down and grabbed his collar once again.
“Your brother should be here any minute. You’d better hope that he doesn’t piss me off or you can say goodbye to this reality all together.” The god chuckled at this threat striking rage into Stephen.
“Really? That sounds lovely actually.” Stephen roughly dropped the collar and formed a portal that consumed the god.
(Y/n) stared wide eyed at him. Here she thought Stephen couldn’t care less about her. Now she just witnessed him threatening a literal god for her? After a brief moment passed, Stephen marched toward (y/n) and knelt down slightly in order to get a closer look at the incision.
“It wasn’t your fault (y/n), that cabinet was just a temporary cage until I could think of something better suited for trapping a god.” He walked with her to the study and sat down next to her as he formed a needle and thread. (Y/n) was about to ask something when she noticed Stephen’s hands. They had a bruised tint to them and were shaking much more then usual. He struggled to get the thread through the needle and was about to give up when (y/n) offered to thread the needle.
“I can do this part Stephen, you should go get your gloves.” He was about to make a stubborn comment but complied and hurried to the next room.
When he returned with the golden laced gloves (y/n) could clearly see the relief they provided him. Though they didn’t heal his hands, they still provided his aching joints with a slight bit of magic to ease the pain.
“Thank you.” He placed some gauze on her cheek causing her to wince. “Sorry” he looked down and noticed that she was shivering. His eyebrows furrowed as he cleaned the rest of her face, revealing her frost bitten chin. Stephen
“What is it..?” (Y/n) asked nervously. Stephen stood and formed a spell mixing it with a portal. She could hear a familiar voice scream in the portal just as it closed. “Stephen?” He flashed her a reassuring grin.
“Don’t worry, I originally left him in a desert but thought that wasn’t good enough. So that bastard is now falling into an eternal abyss until his brother gets here.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I swear, you’re so extra sometimes..”
“Yeah well he shouldn’t had even looked at you… I’m sorry (y/n).” He placed his golden glove against her undamaged cheek causing her to rest against his palm.
“It’s okay, Stephen..” her reassuring voice soothes his shaking heart. Though he didn’t show it, he was still filled with the fear he felt when he saw her in Loki’s grip. He was terrified that he would lose her. But seeing her kind (e/c) eyes gaze sweetly back at him his fears dissipated.
“(Y/n), there’s something…I’ve been meaning to say..” he couldn’t stop his mouth from speaking. This wasn’t the time! Not now! But before he could abort the subject, there was a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to plead for him to continue. Stammering a bit over his words, Stephen gathered the courage in his heart and spoke.
“I need you. Far more than you’d ever know. I had asked you to move in not because the Sanctum needed protection, but because I needed you. Just seeing your face keeps me grounded in this reality. Without you…I don’t know what I’d-“ He was cut off by a pair of lips. A mixture of shock and warmth enveloped his soul as he caressed her unwounded cheek. Pulling away from the kiss, Stephen could clearly see the tears that streamed down (y/n)s cheeks. Fear struck through him, did he hurt her? Graze her injured cheek?
“I thought…you didn’t care that I was ever here..” she sniffles, immediately putting his beating chest to rest. Pulling her into a hug, Stephen gave her a tight squeeze. She relaxed in his arms with a hiccup. This warmth, this sweet embrace. They both knew what it was but were both too afraid to say it. Maybe in time it will reveal itself. But for now they focused on stitching her cheek.
DONT WORRY LOKI FANS I GOT SOMETHING ELSE UP MY SLEEVE FOR U GUYS TOO!! I just had to make him feisty for this scene but I’m proud of the dialogue with him. I love protective characters but I didnt want Stephen to feel out of character so I made his protectiveness internal as opposed to outright stabby stab Loki. I made up the glove thing! I know they protect his hands in the comics but I kind of want to headcanon them as a numbing relic cause omg honey those golden things are flashy