Random Imagines || Avengers & Cast || Book 2

I'm just your friend* - Loki pt1

I JUST REALIZED THAT THE TITLE IS WHAT JAWN SAYS IN SEASON 4 OF SHERLOCK

Wait was it season four?

No that doesn't sound right...

Here- let me check-

*Looks it up on google*

It's SEASON TWO

HOUNDS OF BASKERVILLE IS IN SEASON TWO

AH GODDAMNIT I WANNA WATCH SHERLOCK AGAIN

Anyway, yeah.

Y/n's pov

I walked to Loki's room, and I knocked softly on his door, knowing that he'd be awake, reading a book.

"Come in."

I opened the door and I saw him sitting on a chair, reading his book.

He looked at me, giving me a soft smile.

"Hello, I thought you were my mother."

I smiled "You knew exactly who it was."

He stood up and he came up to me, softly grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to my hand.

"Hello y/n, how are you doing today? Lovely, I assume?"

I giggled and I said "My day hasn't even started yet."

He smiled softly as he motioned me to come in his room.

I stepped inside and I smiled as I looked at the bookshelf, which was full of old, worn down books.

I went up to the bookshelf and I grabbed a book that looked most interesting, which was almost always Romeo and Juliet.

This time, I chose A Midsummer Nights Dream.

Because I didn't see Romeo and Juliet.

I pulled the book off the shelf and I smiled as I opened to the first page.

I looked over to Loki and he was sitting on a chair, reading his book.

I sat down on the windowsill and I looked down to the ground.

I didn't realize how high off the ground Loki's room was..

The people look like ants.

I smiled softly to myself.

"Y/n, you're making me worried by sitting on the windowsill."

I smiled as I got up, and I sat down on a chair that was nearby the window so I could still look out of it.

I smiled as my eyes wandered out the window, looking at the beautiful sky.

"You like looking at the sky, don't you y/n?"

"Yeah, I do it's such a beautiful color." I smiled.

"Except on rainy days."

Loki chuckled softly.

I looked back at him.

I smiled at him as he chuckled softly.

"Must you laugh at the things I love?"

"I'm not laughing at that, I promise." He said, closing his book.

He got up, walking to his bookshelf, his fingers gently brushing against the books as he looked for a different one.