The Giants Dragon (Loki x Fem reader)

Chapter 19: Once

(Y/n) POV

I have started training harder now, for one reason and one reason only. Sacred's. Thanos had some in his army, they saw me. Meaning, that now they'd be on the hunt for me. Have I told the others about this? No. Should I tell them about this...? Probably, but that is a problem for future me to deal with. 

Clint has returned, and I'm positive the Maximoff twins are coming back for a visit too. I dodge under a blast from the simulator. Shoot, I got distracted again, "Friday, power down...". Sighing, I step off the simulator and start replacing all the weapons back on their shelves. Mom had done a lot to help further my training in guns and such while Dad gave me a homeschool style education. Loki has left... and hasn't returned.

I have Friday keep tabs on the ins and outs of people here in the compound, he usually leaves once a month, only to return a few weeks later. But he has been gone for a month and a half. I don't know why he bothers me; he just does. Maybe it's because he's too quiet, or that he follows me around places and thinks I don't notice. Or maybe it's because whenever he's around, the other Avengers get really weird.

Like Natasha and Banner would look at me more sympathetically, Tony even treats me better than usual. However, despite my massive amounts of questions I couldn't bring myself to ask anyone. I didn't want to feel like a burden. 

I hear Tony's frustrated groan from the lab and decide to head there, seeing as I have almost never heard him do that before. As I tread over, I hear familiar voices. I sprint into the lab, "Wanda!" And run into her arms... However, they are not her arms.

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Loki POV

I exit the jet, followed by the Winter Soldier and the Twins. Wanda and I have been talking, talking about her therapy in Wakanda which seems to be going better than expected. While we were talking, (Y/n) somehow came into the conversation. "She still doesn't remember, does she?" I shake my head to answer her, my voice going slightly colder.

"I am a stranger to her heart as well as her mind." Wanda looked a bit shocked.

"Minds are fickle, however, the heart never-"

"Hers did!" I cut her off coldly, before shaking myself and sitting up. I rub the bridge of my nose in frustration. "When she left, she asked Thanos to take her memories away in exchange for working for him." Wanda bristled at the mention of (Y/n) working with Thanos, but something inside me relishes the fact that Wanda slightly resents (Y/n) as much as I do. "But even though Thanos took them, she still remembered me- us... So, what's the difference now?" 

Wanda tilts her head, "Ever ask her?".

"I don't even speak with her." I grumble and rest my head in my hands, and Wanda tsks. I glare at her. Then spend the rest of the flight imagining (Y/n) in my arms... Which is why I'm shocked as (Y/n) runs into my arms, smiling. My arms burn with a fiery need to hold her, to trap her close to me and to never, never let go. However, I need to keep my appearances up so I keep a look of pleasant surprise on my face. She squeezes me as she calls me, "Wanda", I chuckle and then all hell breaks loose. 

She jumps away from me, color both flushing and draining her face. My chuckle is followed by Wanda's giggle as she comes and wraps her arms around (Y/n) who hugs back. I fold my arms, "Someone was excited to see me." 

(Y/n)'s voice floats like a melody over to me as she grumbles the word, "Asshole...". 

Peitro smirks, "Try flying with him, he promotes himself from Asshole to Dickhead status." I glare at the bastard as he raises an eyebrow at me in challenge. I start imagining his head on a stick, when (Y/n)'s voice drags me out of my fantasies.

"Where have you been?" I look at her, she has been wondering where I was? That was new... I guess she does notice my absence and presence here. I tilt my head to Wanda.

"I went to check on my brother, then decided to tag along with Miss Maximoff here." She nods along, then clears her throat. I smirk, "Why do you ask?" Her face tints pink just a tad as she shrugs.

She folds her arms defensively, "Friday keeps tabs on the ins and outs of everyone here, Loki. You're not special."

"Ouch, and here I was hoping I'd get a kiss on the cheek after that heartfelt hug" Wanda gives me a look, but I can't help being a prick right now as I tease. "Maybe we should try that again...." I lean in, earning a hard slap to the face. My asshole smirk plasters itself onto my cheeks, she's seething. She's changed... Banner's words echo numbly in my mind as I pull away. She's smaller, more inferior than I remember and I want to use that against her.

"Asshole... I thought you were different." (Y/n)'s glare is what brings me back to reality and I smirk. I still want to piss her off though, so I gesture to her, then me.

"Ah, that's the problem. You, little mortal, you are incapable of thinking. You believe we can change, when really... You are mistaken." I can feel the eyes of everyone watching me as I lean in to whisper in her ear, "We. Are. Monsters." The way she recoils brings me satisfaction as I pull away and stride into another room.

I know I'll regret that later today, but right now I'm basking in the knowledge that she hurts just as much as I hurt now. I can hear footsteps following me, it might be Wanda... God forbid it's Banner, and if it was Natasha I'd be dead already. 

I see Thor ahead and go to him. "I'm going away... To the fjord. Don't send for me. At. All." Thor looks confused but doesn't say anything. I nod and turn away, I can hear him say something but I don't hear as I teleport back to my gilded cage.

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(Y/n) POV

Blood rushes in my ears. I hate him. I hate Loki, I hate his arrogance, how I started to care about him. "How fucking dare he... I don't even know him!" That's when they all go silent. It's like I'm walking into a graveyard. "What's with the look guys?" 

Tony sighs, "Imma tell her."

"Don't you dare." Mom glares at him.

"Nat-" Dad tries.

"No, Bruce... Dear, this is to much."

I glare at them all, "What, the fuck, is going on.".