Before You Go (Avengers x Reader)

Loki -Four

Imagine: getting drunk with Loki and annoying Tony and Steve.

You swirl the whiskey in your glass, listening to the chinking of the ice cubs, breathing in a fragrance that only years in an oak barrel can achieve. Already the worries of your day are beginning to fade, even before the first taste. Just watching its gentle vortex is hypnotizing enough. There is no mission to complete, no Hydra base to take down, no hostages to worry over; there is just aged single-malt direct from Scotland. It is your one vice and you intend to make a virtue of it, savour it, not race to the bottom of the bottle like you normally do with your brother, Tony. When the liquid settles you bring it to your weather-cracked lips and let the amber fluid sit in your mouth a while before swallowing. You close your (E/C) eyes, dwelling only on the flavour. God, it is good. Then you retune your ears to the familiar British accent, ordering the same drink.

"Loki." You mutter, placing your glass on the bar.
"(Y/N)." He doesn't make eye contact as he sits on the stool next to you. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Well, there's alcohol so you shouldn't be too surprised." You raise an eyebrow.
Loki grins as he downs his glass.
"Rough day in the office?" You question, a grin playing on your lips.
He sighs loudly. "Humans are so bothersome and whiny."
"Tell me about it." You turn to the God of Mischief, a huge smile on your face. "You know what, Loki, I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned."
"It's only because I am the only person who can out drink you."
You chuckle. "Maybe, but on the other hand you're not exactly a 'person'."
The two of you clink your glasses together, watching as the liquid in the tumblers crash in waves.
"To drinking!" He exclaims.
"To drinking!"

Each drink offered seems like a better and better idea. The jokes get funnier, you become a comedian of epic proportions and you can flirt with the God of Mischief without worrying about the consequences. You feel pretty, witty, and cool. You pull your top a little lower and push your chest out a little further and suddenly the drinks become cheaper.

As the night goes on the two of you keep necking drinks, moving on to other beverages as the whiskey runs out. Loki is a pretty good drinking partner, even if he is a Frost Giant. Drinking with the God of Mischief can't damage your reputation too much. Eventually, the bartender kicks the two of you out and you are left to stumble into the night.

"Careful." Loki grumbles, as you trip over your feet.
"Hey, it's the floor's fault for being wonky. I am simply trying to walk."
The two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter as Loki holds you close, his arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you into his body. He snaps his fingers and you are teleported to the balcony on the Avengers floor of the Tower.
"Shh, don't wake Steve and Tony. They get cranky." You loudly whisper.
Loki put his finger to his lips, and you insert your key-card into the lock of the balcony door; well you attempt to. The card misses its target and slides across the door.
"Shit." You giggle, attempting to unlock the door again.

It takes five tries for you to finally insert the key-card into the lock and the balcony door swings open with a bang. Loki and you both shush the door as the bang echoes loudly. Loki steps forward into the Tower and you follow, shutting the door as quietly as you can. The room is encased in darkness and you fumble for a light switch.
"I can't see." Loki moans.
"Don't you have x-ray vision or sommit?"
Loki turns to face you.
"And how would that help me see in the dark?"

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter, before remembering you are supposed to be quiet. Loki takes a step back as you shush him, but loses his balance and tumbles down the stairs that lead into the common area. Your laughter explodes like TNT, and you can't control it. Time seems to slow as you watch him fall down the stairs, and soon tears are rolling down your cheeks.
"I'm ok!" He exclaims once he has reached the bottom.
"What the hell is going on?" A deep voice suddenly shouts as the room is suddenly filled with light.

Steve and Tony are standing armed and ready as they examine the scene. You go silent, before carefully walking down the stairs. Loki manages to get on his feet and the boys automatically aim their weapons at him.
"Why does everyone assume the worst of me?" He grumbles.
"It saves time." Tony replies, before turning to you. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Did you get my note?"
"Of course, I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping."
"Then you know where I've been."
Loki nods, agreeing with you.
"Why are you with him?" Steve questions, lowering his shield but keeping it in his hand.
"We are drinking buddies." He states, pulling you into his warm body.

You feel your cheeks flooding with heat, and you hope Steve and Tony assume it's due to the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through your body. Tony clenches his jaw as he stares at Loki's hand, which is hovering just above your butt. Tony steps closer to you, and you notice his nose twitching slightly.
"Jesus, (Y/N), why do you smell like wine?" Tony scowls.
You roll your eyes. "Wine is my favourite way to eat grapes."
Tony strides forward, his brown eyes burning with anger.
"Bed, now!" He growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him.
"Somebody's cranky." You huff.
"Somebody needs to shut up."
Tony roughly pulls you towards your room as Steve deals with Loki. You manage one swift glance behind you to see Loki winking at you before Tony drags you out of the room.

Tony throws open your bedroom door and pushes you in.
"Get changed and go to bed. I can't believe you were drinking with Loki!"
You turn your back to your older brother, a frown drawn across your face.
"We were having fun. We never have fun anymore. Maybe if you and Steve weren't so obsessed with taking out every single Hydra base then we could go out drinking again." You yell.
Tony seems taken aback by your outburst, but he quickly recovers.
"So, you want us to let innocent humans die while Hydra runs riot and terrorises people?"
You sigh in annoyance. "That's not what I'm saying. What I mean is, maybe once in a while we should let someone else take a mission. Then we can spend time with each other before one of us dies!"
You and Tony stare at each other, urging the other person to say something.
"Go to bed, (Y/N)." He says softly, as he steps out of the door. "We'll talk in the morning."
Tony closes the door with a click, and you slump on your bed, tears brimming in your (E/C) eyes.

"Would you care for a spot of company, my love?" Loki whispers as he appears in your room.
You glance up at him in shock.
"Your brother can't keep me away."
The two of you stare into each other's eyes, and Loki takes your hand. Your skin tingles where he touches you and your heart beats erratically in your chest, so hard that you think it might fly out. There are butterflies – no, lions – in your chest, but it feels good.
You finally admit to yourself what you have known all along, but was too afraid to admit it: you like Loki. A lot. And you want to be with him.