secondary location- loki x reader

Chapter 1

"Wake up, kid," yelled Tony from outside the door, even though you weren't a kid anymore. You had been told you looked like a large child, a grown up with a little kid's face. People would look at you and say "hey look at that big child!" You groaned as you were pulled from your dream, shuffled out of the Hello Kitty sheets, and remembered that yes, this was your life now.

After the Battle of New York, your brief stint as a stand up comedian started slowly disintegrating. You had been shot by a unique weapon that a Chitauri had right in the head. You discovered that you knew things now, you knew things that ordinary people didn't just know, and it began to interfere with your career. Jokes got too personal for people's liking, and when your name became a cesspool of degradation, you changed your name, your look, your everything, and turned to Tony Stark for help.

You should have thrown your money clip at him and run the other way, just like you had been taught in elementary school.

The migraines and the mental overload could be controlled. Your ruined reputation could not. You stumbled into the kitchen, shaggy hair still ratty from a night of fitful sleep, and mechanically poured yourself a cup of coffee that tasted more like jet fuel than anything actually potable.

"Morning, Tony," you greeted the sleep-deprived man. You hadn't slept either because he had kept you up all night from the noise he was making in R&D.

"The gang's all gonna be here today and you're Scooby Doo," he responded ambiguously. You frowned and frumped down onto a cold chair. "You up for a challenge, Madam Tracy?"

You scoffed at the nickname. "What, am I an Avenger now?"

"We might need you to get some information. Loki is on the loose again, and we're the primary target. So I made you a suit, you get a nifty headband, and we can all sit in a circle and sing Kumbyah until Reindeer Games decides to show up," he explained. Of all the things you had worn, headbands were not your favorite. Usually you had stuck to a suit and tie on stage, but you hadn't worn one since your last sketch, Kid Gorgeous.

There was a knock at the door.

"Great! The masses are here! Let me pull out my imaginary superhero suit and strut my stuff," you joked. Wearing all latex would make you look even gayer than you normally looked. Tony rolled his eyes and answered the door, only to be met with a pair of eyes he had not seen since 2012.

It was the dumbass bastard himself, Loki Odinson.