Middle Finger: Translation? Fuck you (loki x reader)

Prologue

10 years ago:

In my youth, I believed I had many things to offer to the world. My warmth, my heart, and care, and at the time I was so nice and naïve, and my father thought it best that it be beaten out of his descendants.

The trainer, a muscle man who had probably worked with the biggest cartels, looks at the kids in front of him, every single one of the 5-8yr olds looking above at him, some held anxiety and fear, others stared with defiance. "You are here for one purpose," he says, his military boots strained a sound from those leather boots.

My sister, Olívia, who was my only sister in blood, her brown curls in a pigtail, she was 2 years younger than me. At the time, my sister seemed weak and innocent. My friend I had only met recently, Universe Vanidestine, a kid fresh from Italy, was one of the kids who looked the trainer in the eye with a killer look in her eyes.

I breathed in a nervous breath, pushing my straight black braid behind my shoulder, I was young and afraid, what a little bitch I was, maybe my father was right to have me fixed.

The trainer sets himself forward, "Your parents have paid a lot of money to make sure you can handle any physical damage. Mentally, no one can help you, but you. Well, that depends on what you consider hard. Find a partner, your little friend, or the better, a relative."

He had to say that, didn't he? This moment was my sister's unveiling of traits of sinister things that were unwanted. My sister and I ended up being partners, my sister, Olívia, smiling away as my eyes drifted to Universe who stood by a boy with red hair, she was related to the blanco.

"Now, I want you to share a secret you've never told anyone else... A personal secret."

My sister looks at me, "I still think Elvis is hot," she says, I giggled as my sister smiled. I was forthcoming with my secret, but Olívia stopped me, "it's okay sissy, I already know your secret" she says with a look of indifference. It didn't once strike me as odd, she was my sister, she knew my secret, so I didn't stress about it.

"Now, who here is willing to betray their friend, in order to live?" The trainer questioned, there were two people who had their hand raised, a boy, and to my surprise, my sister. I looked at her, surely she would lie to the trainer rather than betray her own sister, I had thought.

The coach looked over to Olívia, "prove it. I want you to tell your companion's name and secret," the coach said. Olívia walked to the front of the class, as I watched her in nervous terror. Olívia stopped as she looked at the class, then to me, she held a smug expression on her tiny face. "My companion's name is Selena, she's my older sister, yet she's the one who still wets the bed like a toddler."

A few snickers and giggles, some who didn't care to laugh. I was humiliated, they knew my name and my secret was exposed, as of well my sister stood there smirking. Universe didn't though, for that I was grateful, she nodded at me.

The trainer nods, "thank you for sharing Olívia. Now for our next practice, the beating of your component." Olívia freezes, her smirk disappearing as a smile spread across my face. Olívia had no sense of style as to how to fight, sure I was 2 years older, but some lessons were better when fists were involved. It was this that my sister learned that snitches get stitches, but she was lucky in this case, she was family, and would not see the darkness of a ditch. Olívia took one hard beating, as she was rushed to the nurse's office. Universe and I high five on the down low.

As the years went on, my father died of a heart attack, leaving me and my sister with our grandfather, Jeffery Balboa. My sister and I chose different paths along the emergence of our teen years, and into our adult life. My friend, Universe, right at my side. Of course, we changed our names, not that S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't aware of this.

Agent Serena Santiago & Agent Unique Valentine. Yeah, Universe had a cooler name.

1 year ago:

Massive shooting, there was no time for a break, everything was on the verge of collapsing, and people dying everywhere we looked. "What the hell are these things? Why don't they tell us these things!!?" Universe questions, hiding behind the wall of the building, me at the opposite side, mirroring her position. "Worry about that later," I stated, loading up my gun, as another shot was fired by the violent alien at the other end of the hall. I cocked my pistol, "right now, let's focus on staying alive." I wisk myself in the middle of the hallway, shots blazing blazing at the enemy, the aliens falling to the ground in loud thuds of defeat. Universe searches the hall, following behind me.

I hadn't even noticed the alien behind us, but Universe did. She was a much sharper shooter, and had acute sense about things. She spotted the alien, while I had moved in line sight to be his target. Before I could even collect the situation, Universe had pushed me out of harm's way, shooting the alien down, but neither of us were fast enough to notice the still living alien behind. The shot hit Universe in the back, sending her to the wall, I gasped, quickly falling on my knees to shoot the alien's brains out, bullet after bullet, until the gun started to click with an empty barrel.

I turned around to my friend, rushing to her side, I tried to hold her head up, staring at Universe, her rosy cheeks losing their warmth, covered in blood as she was choking from the internal damage. Her brown eyes glazed into mine, we both knew she was suffering, and the damage was too great to fix. She stares at me, almost begging. I held in a sob, and nodded, "it's going to be okay," I told her, grabbing the gun Universe dropped, holding her head close to mine, "you'll be okay."

Bang!

Tears streamed down my face, the echo of the shot surrounded me in my deed, I let go of the corpse. Wailing loudly as I stared at the body of my best friend I was forced to kill. Years of getting away from murder and lies, but I realize, this job was no different from the family business. She was commemorated for her service on the wall. In honor in all those who were lost. I was no Avenger, but I was a killer.

I raise a glass to my deceased friend, Universe Vanidestine. In fact, I raised many glasses to my friend on the night of the invasion, in a torn down bar surrounded by survivors where the booze was free.

My Nonno, sat next to me with a drink in his shaking hand, patting me on the back, "tutto andrà bene," he says. I nod at him, "will it? Or is that cazzate?" I say, the taste of liquor on the tip of my tongue, all my worries drowned in it, even Universe could manage to be a far memory.