Knife?

Knife?

Submission for the Scrumptious2kChallenge.

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Prompt:  “You don’t happen to have a knife, do you?” – “I’m not even wearing underwear.”

Loki and reader (that would be you) have been mysteriously captured and are being held in an unknown facility. You have had secret feelings for the sorcerer for  while now… this seems like a good time to mention that, right?

Trigger Warnings: Violence, captivity, capture, nudity

Reader insert and Loki Has Coulson and Dr Strange cameos (may continue into series if people like it enough)

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Darkness…pain…headache…dizziness….

That is what you see and feel when you slowly open up your eyes. Growning, you try to sit up, doing your best to recall the events of what feels a few hours ago. Sadly enough, the only thing you feel is a new wave of dizziness flowing through your sore body. Who are you again? Oh, right. You’re (y/n). But, where are you? Through your half-closed eyes, you see lights flashing on and out and a strange buzzing noise rings through the air. It almost sounds like…a motor?

‘‘Waking up already, pet?’‘

Startled by the sound of a man’s voice, you try to lift your head to take a look. There, in the drivers seet of what appears to be a car, sits a man. And not just a man, you realise as you take in his appearance: dark hair, light stubble, dark cold eyes and a light smirk that is forming on his face as he looks back at you.

‘‘Hold on a minute,’‘ you start as you try to ignore the pounding feeling in your head. ‘‘I know you.’‘

The man raises his eyebrows in almost a bored way.

‘‘Well, I would feel offended if you wouldn’t have.’‘

You ignore his remark. Instead, the events of a while back come flowing back at you. You remember wanting to get milk, but seeing no milk in the fridge and yelling at your brother Sherlock that you would go out to the supermarket. But after you had closed the door of 221B Bakerstreet behind you and had walked a few streets, you had suddenly felt a stinging pain on the back of your head followed by darkness and the voice of a man: ‘‘Don’t worry, pet. I’ve got you now…’‘

And now you were sitting in a car next to your handsome kidnapper, none other less than James Moriarty, the most dangerous criminal known. Your brother Sherlock had had some confrontations with him, you recalled. But you hadn’t seen the man in person, only from pictures.

‘‘You’re the dude that played that stupid game with my brother, right? Do you know how rude it is to hit a lady on the head? I mean, if you really wanted to kidnap me that badly so you could annoy my brothers even more, you could simply have asked. That would have saved a lot of trouble, and a soring headache…’‘

Jim frowned at your words, clearly not expecting such a reaction.

‘‘Stupid?’‘ He mumbled, more to himself than to you.

You only crossed your arms in a stubborn way and looked out of the window, seeing trees and streetlights pass by quickly.

‘‘You better take me to a nice place,’‘ you muttered, slightly angrily. ‘‘Or I’ll let you experience how it feels to get hit on the head.’‘

You don’t see the little smile tugging at Moriarty’s mouth. Maybe this would be much more interesting then he’d thought…

(Gif not mine)

Loki: I may have one brain cell and yeah maybe it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver sometimes BUT at least I'm not Thor

Loki: [gestures towards Thor walking through the hospital randomly zapping people in the chest with lightning]

Frigga : The books I sent, do they not interest you?

Loki : Why is there an entire pile of tomes by that Shakespeare fellow?

Frigga : A polite young man from Midgard insisted that you needed them.

Newcomer

Summary: When a letter arrives at the wrong address and a mysterious boy joins your class, how will that work out?

Characters/Pairings: teen!Loki x teen!YN

Warnings: weird neighbor

YN turned around the letter that just arrived, completely confused.

“To Loki Odinson, house number twelve.”

Odinson. As far as she knew, the Odinson family had recently moved to her neighborhood with their youngest son. The older two stayed behind, a decision they were able to make on their own since they were adults already. But their house number was 21, not 12

“From Thor Odinson. Well, Thor, I guess you mixed up the numbers”, she mumbled under her breath, casually tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She knew she should bring the letter over to the right house, she really didn’t feel like doing so, though, especially since she found the father to be rather intimidating.

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