When Loki was taken by the TVA, he is forced to watch a montage of what could've been his future. In that montage, he finds out that he will fall in love with a young Midgardian woman, who he would've met a year after the Battle of New York.
And thi...
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"Lagos?"
Anya is now walking with her sister along the corridors of the Avengers Compound. Anya is holding a device as she swipes through photos of the place.
Natasha opens the door for them. "Yeah. Steve thinks that it's a target for some... old friend to steal weapons."
"And you want me to come along?" They enter the room together. "Isn't your old friend part of HYDRA back then?"
"Yeah, well, Loki's been teaching you resistance, isn't he? We can put that to the test." Natasha nods at some of the agents they pass by.
Anya couldn't help her cheeks burn slightly. The thought of Loki just makes her heart race.
It's been a week since Loki confessed to her. Both of them still don't know where they go from there, but things have developed quite well.
"I need you to tell me if you feel pain in your head, okay?" Loki's voice is as soft as the hand holding hers. Anya nods, a bit nervous, and Loki notices. "It is alright if you do. We can try again. It won't be your fault."
Anya nods again and lets go of his hand. She stands in the middle of the room and waits.
Loki circles around her as if she's his prey. "Kozha,"
A slight push in her temple arrives, but it doesn't hurt her completely.
Loki watches her carefully before he continues. "Skripka, Cherep, Okean,"
Anya's facial features twist once she feels the pain slowly seep through her brain, but not entirely.
"Elegantnost, Tsarstvennyy, Iyun, Ozero, Muzyka—"
With a groan, Anya breaks and falls on her knees. Loki immediately rushes to her and hushes her softly once she starts apologizing.
"I told you, it's not your fault. Come here," he pulls her to his chest, holding her close. "It's all right."
Anya shakes her head. "Sorry, I just..."
"We'll try again tomorrow. For now," Loki tilts her chin back so she could look at him. "How about I relax your mind a bit?"
A smile grows on her face. "In what way are you suggesting?"
Loki grins. "Projecting a calming illusion in your mind. Why, have you thought of another way?"
Anya reaches up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss.
Natasha places a plate in front of Anya, and she jumps. Natasha raises a brow at her flinch. "What's going on with you?"
Oh, nothing. I've only just been making out a lot with a god, no big deal. Anya shrugs. "Is Rumlow really going to be there?"
"He won't get close to you. You'll be with Sam and Wanda the whole time." Natasha puts her hand on Anya's, making her smile a bit just before Natasha embraces her.
