[This was written before the release of Loki]
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A date at the museum turns to you falling through a portal towards what you thought was a dream of the MCU.
Turns out it was actually a reality... as well as an AU to the original storyline?
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Char...
"Eudora, my dear," Frigga smiled sweetly to the girl who had just exited her room.
"Your majesty," the princess curtsied. "How may I be of assistance?"
"We are to be mother and daughter-in-law, isn't that so? We must spend time together," she simply coaxed Eudora away without hesitation. Guess we know where Loki got some traits from. The compass pointed right at the room with eager pulls to the trickster's hold.
You slipped by simply with Loki, Thor and Fleora. Many would be needed, because unlike the guest rooms, the royal guest rooms were huge! Not as big as the Royal Family's but a close second.
Loki held an illusion over you four to hide from passing maids, dropping it when they left and everyone was in Eudora's room. It smelt of sweet perfume over-graciously puffed about in the air. The sheets had been custom made, changed to fit her aesthetic and Loki's colour scheme, as well as everything else.
"Her favourite colour was purple and white..." Fleora sighs in annoyance. "I cannot believe this,"
Loki looked down to the compass which started to swirl it's needle around frantically like a mad man. "Damn, it's getting overridden," he smacks it over and over to no avail of it fixing meaning he snapped it shut and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Okay, I'll check the bathroom, darling, check the drawers, Loki, check the vanity, and Y/n, check the closet," princess sunshine ordered.
"Back I go," you salute, flinging it open and coughing at the harsh floral fumes. "God, what are we? Skull crawlers in the pit? Pack it up James Conrad,"
"James who?" Fleora peaks in as Thor chortles.
"Remember how Y/n is from another universe where we're all characters? Well, Loki's actor plays James Conrad in the movie Kong: Skull Island,"
"Is he handsome?" Fleora asks slyly as Thor scoffs.
"He looks like Loki, but with short brown hair and blue eyes, less pale though," you call out.
"So yes?" Fleora snickers, Thor lifting her up into his arms. "I'm jesting, darling!"
"Are you now?" he scrunches his nose against hers.
"Get a room," you gag as Loki scowls at the scene. "Actually, I know you will but we need your help so if you will please focus," digging into the piles of fabric, there was nothing in any pocket which meant the next place to look was- "Oh! Sorry," you bump right into Loki.
"Come on, I know where it might be," he took your hand and pointed to a small brick in the very top of the closet.
"Give me a boost,"
He nods in compliance and lowers down with his hands cupped to create a platform for you. "And... up," he balances you, both your hands grasping on the oak until you pulled at the brick, a shallow hole behind with a slip of parchment above flyers for different assassins.
"Got it," you put the brick back and Loki let go, catching you by the waist and lowering you down with a tight hold when you felt the ground beneath. "I got it..."
"Good job," his breathing became heavy as you were both inches apart, your hands clinging to the paper tight against his chest.
"Thanks," both your eyes flicker down and up in a tense silence. "Should we show the others?..."
"Mhm," he nods slowly, neither of you moving from your places. "I'll make a... copy," his hand holds onto the paper and pulls away with identical copies, both of you still not moving.
"I'll put these back for you both," Fleora quips taking the original papers and making you and Loki jump back in shock. "Hurry to the others,"
"I'll help her," Thor smirks as you and Loki nervously leave. "They're adorable,"
"Aren't they?"
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"So you just carry random suits with you, huh?" Replacing your clothes was a green and black suit with gold trims, similar to Nat's suit with something along the lines of Wanda's coat.
"It's just something I was tinkering with in the labs they have here, it's all Asgard weapon-proof," Tony says proudly. "They have nano-tech like it's nothing! They use it on their screwdrivers which are electrical and the size of my thumb!"
"Cool story, bro," you pat the billionaire's hair as Bruce laughs, handing you boots.
"Hey, be grateful you're not wearing those loud-ass metal plates," he points to your Asgard armor while you fastened the boots up. "Plus, here you go,"
"Kinky," the metal blades shun against the setting sun for tonight's mission of sorts. "Thank you, guys," hug them both with a simple kiss left on their cheeks, they give respective replies.
"You're welcome,"
"Die and I get your chocolate stash, kid," Tony yells as you glare back at him.
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"Y/n is not going," Loki says sternly.
"Why not?" you scoff, walking down the hall to the group.
"Because you'll-" Loki stopped his sentence and let out an odd noise between a shocked 'Oh' and yelp which fizzled out into him clearing his throat.
"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, besides, Frigga is coming isn't she?" You look to the Queen dressed in subtle armor alongside Fleora and Thor.
"Mother has experience in fighting, Y/n, I don't want you getting hurt,"
"Stop worrying about me so much, Lokes, I'll be fine," your assuring words didn't settle right in his head but he nods nonetheless. "Trust me..." you dug into your pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. "It will keep me safe, remember?"
Loki had to blink a few times, processing the fact you kept it, then held up his pinky. "Promise?"
"Promise," you link them and nod, Frigga widening her eyes to Thor and Fleora who's mouths were agape at the fact you held Loki's handkerchief. "Come on," you tug him forward by the link making him laugh lightly.
"She knows that means-" Fleora murmurs as you and Loki were a far down the hall.
"Confession of love? On Midgard it does not mean that so I doubt she realizes," Thor shakes his head. "Is it just me or knowing they both love each other is really frustrating?" He looks to Fleora and Frigga who nod in understanding.
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