Marvel Oneshots

Day at the Beach ( Loki x Reader)

"Girls come on! We're all waiting!" Tony yelled. He was standing next to the elevator of the Avengers tower. You rolled your eyes at him. You were ready for this day out at the beach. Somehow all of the Avengers managed to get the day off at the same time and Tony had invited you all to a private beach he rented out. Or bought? Who knew with Tony.

Of course that meant Pepper and Natasha had decided they needed new swimsuits and dragged you along with them. Pepper had also decided that Tony's credit card was buying these new swimsuits, including yours. You had tried to protest, but she was very reasonable that Tony had suggested this day and wanted all of the women in his life to look their best. You still weren't quite sure how Natasha had managed to convince you to buy the tiny pieces of fabric that somehow were considered a bikini. She had made a comment that she was sure a certain Asgardian would like it. Pepper had assumed she meant Thor, but you had a sinking suspicious that Natasha knew about the couple of kisses you and Loki had shared.

Speaking of... "Thor, where's your brother?" you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. Natasha gave you a knowing look. At least she hadn't tried to convince you not to wear something over your swimsuit on the way to the beach. The boys would probably all die of nosebleeds before they even got there if all of the girls were in swimsuits before they even got there. Of course she was ready and waiting too. The only people missing were Pepper and of course Loki.

"He said he does not wish to join us," Thor replied, sounding sad and giving the sad puppy-dog face he was so good at. He wanted you to go get his wayward brother.

The Avengers weren't quite sure how you'd managed to befriend Loki, but they were pleased with the result that Loki was usually nicer to everyone. He was also less troublesome, at least not as... destructively troublesome. The gender-swapping incident on April Fool's Day didn't count. What did they expect the trickster god to do on April Fool's Day?

To be honest, you weren't quite sure how the handsome quiet Asgardian had come to be your friend either, and maybe more if those couple of stolen kisses were any indication. It just wouldn't do for him not to come with you on your adventure to the beach.

"Just leave him, Y/N. Reindeer Games is no fun to be around anyway," Tony grumbled impatiently.

"He's part of the team, he should have the opportunity for fun with us too," you reminded him very reasonably. Tony just rolled his eyes, but didn't try to stop you from going back upstairs to your room, which was right across the hall from Loki's. You had a feeling you might need a bribe to get him to come. You ducked inside your room quickly and grabbed the bribe from where you'd hidden it. You had wanted to wait until a later date to use this particular bribe, but now really was as good of a time as any.

So you went across the hall and knocked politely on his door. "Go away, Thor! I do not want to go to the beach with your Midgardian companions!" Loki shouted through the door. You cracked the door open and ducked the paperweight that came flying at your head.

"Good thing I'm not Thor," you replied dryly. "You should come to the beach with us. It'll be fun,"

"It will be no such thing," he grumbled, folding his arms, almost like a petulant child. He was wearing his usual green tunic and black pants. You laughed at him and stepped into his room.

"I'll let you read this," you offered, holding up your bribe. "But you have to come with us and try to have fun." He looked up curiously at you, eyes full of mischief.

"And what is that, love?" he asked, eyeing the small hardcover journal you held. He knew it must be something fun for you to offer it as a bribe.

"The diary of one Tony Stark," you answered proudly, wisely holding the stolen diary behind your back when he jumped to his feet, excited to read the illicitly obtained reading material. "I'll give it to you on the beach!" You grinned at him and ran from the room before he could think to try to take the journal by force.