The Babysitting Job- Loki x Reader story

Y/n's POV:

I wake up late, the sun shining through the window. I'm trapped. I look down, he has his arms wrapped around my waist. He's still asleep, but he's holding onto me tight enough I thought he was awake. So is this how it's going to be? Is this how it will go between us? To always be running away but will somehow come back again and again? I stare at the ceiling. Ruining another moment by overthinking.

He moves slightly and sighs. I melt. The man that I despised is laying in bed with me. My heart skips, and my cheeks heat up thinking about last night. What are we going to do?
         
Loki wakes up a few minutes later. He doesn't say anything, as if he is just remembering what happened between us. I face him.

"Good morning darling." His voice is rough and tired. God. How can I be mad at him when he sounds like that?
"I have so many questions." I say, not sure what else to say.
"It's too early for that. But I have plenty for you too." He pulls me closer. He smells amazing. I notice the clock over his shoulder. 9:45.

"Shit" I pull away and grab my phone. 5 missed calls from Steve and Tony. 13 text messages. I sit up and call Tony as quick as I can. Loki sits up too and looks concerned.

"Y/n where the hell have you been?" Tony asks.
"I'm so sorry. I stayed up all night-uh-worrying about Loki so I didn't get much sleep." Loki smirks and I blush red.

"Have you found him yet?" He asks, not caring about my explanation.
"Yes thats why I was calling you. I just found him here passed out on the couch. Like he never left." I'm pretty good at lying.
Tony breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank god. We're back at the tower. Get here with him as soon as you can."
"Alright I'll try." I promise as Loki traces lines with his cold fingertips up and down my back.

He hangs up. Loki's stupid smirk is still on his face.
"This doesn't mean I don't still hate you." I say.
He doesn't falter.
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual." I don't feel like I mean it, though. I stand and my knees almost buckle. He laughs at me and I glare at him, still a hot mess. Why does he make me feel like such a mess?

"Hurry and get dressed. We need to go. As soon as possible." He groans as I stretch my back. His eyes trace down my bare torso and flick back to my eyes.

"Please. Don't make me go there with them." I laugh.
"You're so cute when you beg. Besides, you don't really have a choice." I leave and go to the bathroom.

God damn. I have hickeys all over my neck, and don't have enough make up to cover it up. I have them all over my chest and collarbone. I look like a mess, my hair being all tangled and my skin being marked how it is.

The Avengers are not going to believe me if I say that I didn't do anything last night. I wore a sweatshirt with a turtleneck underneath to hide  my neck. It's super warm outside, so I put on a skirt to cool off.
        
After trying to flatten my hair, I walk out to see him in shorts and T shirt. No matter how much I hate him, I still want to see him with his shirt off again. Still, the way he looks in casual clothes makes me feel something.

We get into the car and begin to drive to the tower. We don't talk much, which gives me time to think. What are they going to do with Loki when we get there? The trust they had would be broken now because of him running away. Would they hurt him?

I must've looked worried because Loki grabs one of my hands and kisses it. He gives me butterflies just by his touch. I don't pull away from him like last time. His lips make my worries wash away.
"If you're worrying about me dear, then you should stop. Ive been through much worse than this. I'll be fine." He says, but it comes out as if he's reassuring himself more than me.

"I know you'll be okay." I'll make sure of it.
"But that isn't the main thing I'm worried about." I don't really want to sound like an ass, but what about us? What is going to happen to this part of my life that I'm okay losing control with?

He doesn't answer and squeezes my hand.

Once we arrive, Tony meets us outside with a pair of handcuffs. I give Loki a worried look, but he looks emotionless. Both of us know that something is going to change. Tony immediately puts him in the handcuffs as we get out.

"Y/n, You won't have to worry about him anymore." My stomach clenches. I knew it. He looks at me, now showing slight worry in his eyes.

We walk up to the living quarters, and everyone is there. I smile and run to Wanda. She gives me a hug.
"I have so much to tell you." I whisper into her ear. She squeezes me tighter and says,
"I can't wait to hear all about it." She releases me and I say hello to everyone else. God, I had missed them.

Loki is sent into another room with Thor. The knot that is in my stomach tightens. I walk over to Steve.
"Hey, do you know what Tony's gonna do with Loki?" He looks at me surprised.
"Did he not tell you? Thor's gonna take him to Asgard in a few days to lock him up there. Tony said that they'll have better guards and protection there anyways." What? Thor is taking him away? No. I cant let this happen. Not now when things were finally coming together.

I run down the hallway, a lump in my throat. Why do I feel like this? I find them in a room with no windows and the door is locked. I knock on the door desperately. Tony opens it and I see Loki tied up in a chair.

"What are you doing to him?" I try to sound more curious than worried, but I'm not doing a good job at it.
"This dipshit is being sent to the Asgard prison instead." His fists are clenched.

"Were you hurting him?" He nods and sniffs.
"I hope so, for being such a hassle when we're the ones housing him! If you would like to, then be my guest." I can't say no to that, not in front of Tony.

He walks to the door and before he leaves says, "just come to the meeting once you're done." He gives one more glare at Loki and slams the door. I lean on the wall.

"What the hell are we going to do?" He doesn't look at me.
"Can I ask you a question before I go?" He asks. I nod.

"What did Jo mean when she said that you volunteered for Hydra?" Shit. I look down at my shoes.

"I'm not discussing this with you. Not now." I avoid the topic.

"Why? Why won't you tell me the truth?" He presses.

"Because." I say dryly.
"Why?" He's getting impatient.

"I can't tell you what's real and what's fake anymore! I've lied to myself for so long that I-I can't tell what is real or not." My eyes well up with tears.
"Try."
I look at him in disgust.

"I won't be with you anymore starting tomorrow and I want to know the truth. Please. Bizarre as it is, I want to help you." He pleads. I start to cry. The utter thought of him leaving is painfully sad.

Everything from the past days that I shoved down is now bursting out of me. I can't tell him, right? It will be too hard for me. I shake my head, unable to form the words he needs to hear. He sighs. We sit in silence.

"I'm not going to tell you why I left until you tell me the truth." He says sternly.
"Fine then. I guess neither of us will know now." I press my lips tight together.
He rolls his eyes at me.

"I sleep with you and you still don't trust me. I guess I have to get used to that." He scoffs and I furrow my brows.
"What are you implying?" I ask.

"How many other men have you slept with and just left them hanging to dry the next day?"
"Stop it." I murmur.
"No please, I want to know who else has fallen for your little tricks. Who else have you tricked into trusting you, and then expecting something in return? Just for you to give them nothing." He spits out. I clench my jaw.

"I hate you." His words are vile and cruel.
"That's not what you told me last night." He says in response, but his usual cockiness is hidden.

I stand and slap his face. I wipe my tears and leave the room without another word. I run to the bathroom and sob for a moment. This isn't how it's supposed to end right? Either him or me would come back to each other in the end again. Right?