powerless || Loki x Reader

the babysitter

I get up to go grab something from my room, as I do Loki gets up and follows me. "Yes?" I ask copying him and his accent.

"You were in a coma for two weeks, and I had to deal worth these insufferable people. I won't myself get into that situation again." Loki says while walking with me. Slowing down his walk once he catches up with me so I won't need to rush on my crutches. Loki and I walk in a comfortable silence, up until Loki breaks it. "Why can't read your mind?" Loki asks me out of the blue.

"You can read minds?" I ask him and he nods.

"Yeah. And the two times I tried with you, you got dizzy and fainted." He says matter-of-fact.

"So you did do something!" I say.

"Indirectly," Loki states. I roll my eyes and sit down on my bed.

"What was everyone thinking?" I ask him.

"Stark was thinking about how much hates me, and that I should pay for his therapy. Romanoff thinks I'm a disgusting greasy haired villain. Banner wants to throw me around again." I quirk an eyebrow. "Don't ask. Roger's is indifferent same with Stark's girlfriend. My brother has uhm thoughts that don't involve me staying here. Rather about you." I choke on air.

"Oh, God," I say my face turning slightly red.

"And you, Y/n, you're the only mystery." He looks me in the eyes. "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

"My ankle hurts."

He rolls his eyes. "Besides your physical pain."

"I was indifferent about you coming to stay here. Thor told us you were brainwashed after the fact, but that didn't stop everyone hating you," I say.

"Besides you?" He asks, and I nod. Our stares linger for a few moments before we look away. I get up, balancing on one foot when Loki hands me my crutches. "I heard Stark thinking about your birthday," Loki says waiting for me to get the second crutch. I take the metal stick from him and prop it under my armpit. "You okay?" He asks looking at me to make sure I'm balanced.

I nod and hand Loki my sketch pad and pencil. Since he's here might as well give him a job. He and I go back down to the living room together, earning confused stares from everyone in the room. Loki ignores them as he helps me onto the couch and leans the crutches on the arm rest. He hands me my sketch book and sits next to me on the couch. The only slot available is next to me, and we're all rather squished in.

"What was that about?" I hear Thor whisper to his adopted brother.

"Nothing," Loki replies, already fed up with the conversation. Thor leans over his brother and look at what I'm drawing, which just so happens to be a torso. I've been trying to add anatomy into my toolbox of artistic skills.

"Looks like me," Thor says smiling.

"So it does," I say which makes Loki visibly tense.

"What?" Tony asks from the chair next to me. "How the hell would you know.." his voice fades off and a gagging noise follows.

Shouting erupts from there on out. Loki and Nat are h the only two not yelling. Loki is just staring off into space while Nat gives me a curt nod. The yelling dies down after Pepper shuts Tony up. Both Tony and Bruce are glaring at Thor, Loki is still staring off into space, Steve is looking at Thor with an amused grin, and Nat is looking at me with the same expression.

"Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag," I say disrupting the uncomfortable silence.

"You think?" Steve says finally starting to laugh. I wave him off and continue to sketch.

The shitty show we're watching comes back on from commercial, and everyone's attention goes back to the television. I continue to sketch, fixing the shape of the body to be skinnier. Making it so Thor can't compare it to himself. As I'm drawing I see Loki look at me multiple times from the corner of my eye.

Loki's POV:

I try not to look at her, but I do. I notice the way her brow slightly scrunches as she concentrates and how she bites my inside of her cheek. When she's stuck she taps the end of the pencil on her bottom lip. She flips through the pages, possibly for inspiration. When she gets stumped she sighs with discontent.

I look away every once in a while when it feels like my staring gets creepy. I turn my attention to the show and try to concentrate on what the people are saying. I can hear my brother's thoughts loud and clear without even trying. Stark is still fuming over what he recently learned.

When I turn my head to fake looking out the window I catch a glimpse of Y/n yawning. I keep my head turned in such a way I won't look suspicious, but so I can still see her. She reaches forward and puts the book and pencil down. She leans back into the couch and crosses her arms.

I discreetly watch as her eyelids grow heavier by the minute, until she's asleep and trying to keep her head rested on the back of the couch. She moves slightly making her tilt towards me. She stops once her head hits my shoulder. I tense visibly at the sudden contact, but slowly relax and melt into it. I look down at her and fight the smile that's trying to fight its way on my face.

Returning my attention to the screen I catch multiple pairs of eyes staring at us. I ignore them, used to the unwanted attention. Just not like this. I force my expression to look disgusted the next time I look down at her. The soft rising and falling of her chest and calm expression on her face gives me a small spark of something I can't quite place.

The first one to leave the room is Banner. Everyone else begins to leave following his lead. Stark and Thor glare at me as they leave the room. I say nothing. I don't need to waste my breath on them. When everyone is gone I debate on getting up and her here, or bringing her to her room.

I debate for a few moments, but the latter wins. I adjust myself so I can pick her up and carry her. With her in my arms I bring her to her room, I then make a second trip to bring up her crutches and drawing tools. Before I put down the sketch book curiosity gets the better of me and I open it.

When I look in the book I see drawings of flowers, New York City, my brother and me. I flip back to the drawing of me, I'm wearing the same outfit I wore the first day I was here. She made the muscles on my torso very defined. I catch myself glancing at her with a smile on my face. I quickly look away and put the sketchbook down. I hear a scared whimper and a shuffle in the bed.

"Loki?" I hear a voice say. I look down to see Y/n's eyes slightly open and watching me.

"Yeah?" I respond kneeling down so I can see her.

"What are you doing here?" She asks me. 

"You feel asleep on the couch downstairs, so I brought you up here." I tell her. She nods and rolls on her side. "Goodnight," I say to her while standing up.

I feel her grab my arm. "Wait." She says. I turn my head and look down at her. "Stay," she mumbles. The words are almost inaudible.

"Stay?" I ask.

"Stay." She confirms. She pulls the covers on the other side of the bed to side and pats it.

"You want me to get in bed with you?" I ask.

"Not like that, but yes," she says. I nod and awkwardly get into bed next to her.

I pull the blankets over my check and lay on my back staring on the ceiling. I feel my body tense the moment I lay all the way down. I feel her shift on the opposite side of the bed. I turn my head and see her facing me.

After some time I get comfortable next to her and turn my body her face hers. I stay awake for some time when I hear a voice that sounds like Y/n's. When I notice she's still asleep is when it occurs to me that I'm reading her mind. Her brain is filled with horrible thoughts from when she was in an orphanage.

I put the information in my l pocket for later. Just in case I want to ask her about it. I stay for a little while longer, telling myself that I'll get up and go to my room before I fall asleep in here.