Loki X Reader

You sit on your couch, debating on whether or not the fact you are out of chicken Ramen is enough of a problem for you to actually get up and go to the store. It would require making an effort, so you decide against it. Instead, you cocoon yourself in several blankets and turn on Supernatural. You're just getting into it when there's an insistant knock at your door. You groan loudly.

"Whaaaaaat?!?!" you yell, rolling off the couch in your cocoon and inching toward the door. You sit up slightly, only enough to reach the doorknob and open the door. Your best friend is accustomed to this, stepping over you without even looking up from her phone. You roll your eyes, kicking the door closed. "What do you want, Lizzy?" you ask, pouting. "I was bumming!"

"I can tell. Get dressed. I have a problem I need help with at my place," she replied, not missing a beat. You groan, wriggling so you're completely enveloped by your blanket cocoon. "Come on, Y/N! How many times have I helped you with your shit? I took you on a Midnight Ramen Run during finals week!" Lizzy pleaded. You knew she would bring up the finals-week-MRR thing. For one thing, she always did, and for another, she was right, you would never stop owing her for that.

"But Lizzy! I'm bumming! Bumming means not leaving this blanket cocoon!" you whine, batting your eyelashes at her.

"Then don't," she said, then she picked you up, blanket cocoon and all. She walked you outside, depositing you in the passenger seat of her car. You whine loudly, showing your dislike for the whole situation.

"Lizzy! That is not what I meant at all. The blanket cocoon belongs on my couch with me curled up in it, crying over Cas!" You shriek, earning a death glare as she started the car. You pout, crossing your arms and wrapping the blankets more firmly around yourself. "This had better be good."

"Trust me kiddo, it is. Now shut up and pout so I can concentrate on not killing us," she instructed, and you willingly begin to pout. Lizzy is always doing stuff like this.

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"Alright, we're here. C'mon, or do I have to carry you?" Lizzy asked, climbing out and walking around to your side to open the door.

"I'll walk, I guess. But if it's cold I'm gonna hit you with the beating stick," you mutter, adjusting the blanket and climbing out of the cr and following her to the door. She unlocked it and walked in.

The shades were drawn and the lights were off.

Suddenly, a voice spoke from the darkness. A male voice.

"Elizabeth, why have you brought a floating ball of blankets into the house?" It asked. You can feel the rage start to roll off of Lizzy in waves, and you feel sorry for the voice.

He's screwed.

"Who are you calling a ball of blankets?" You mutter, and flip the light on.

There, sitting on Lizzy's couch in full armour, was Loki.

And you start to regret the decision to bum today.