Blunt Weapon: Ch. 6 (LokiXReader)

"What the HELL were thinking?!" Fury yelled at you as you answered him by rolling your eyes.

After taking in Loki to S.H.E.I.L.D. it seems like someone ratted you out to Director Fury about your "personal" time with the god of mischief.
Now you're sitting in one of the many chairs around the table in the command deck of the helicarrier. Natasha was sitting across from you, Steve sitting a couple chairs away from you, Thor standing near you, Bruce and Tony standing behind Steve, Phil Colson and Maria Hill standing on either side, and Fury standing in front of the table with his focus right at you. You're back to your ripped jeans and black boots with an oversize (f/c) shirt on top since you were too tired to think of anything else to wear; your elbow resting on the glass of the metal table with your hand holding up your head.
As the eye patched man harshly interrogates you, you slowly moved your hand in front of your face covering it as you went deep into your own thoughts. 'Why did I kiss him? Why did I even talk about my past so openly to him? That seriously isn't like me. Ugh.... What a mess. How am I supposed to fix this? We have a criminal on board...and I kissed him. Why? Motherfu-well...he was a good kisser.'

"Hello?! Are you even listening to me, agent?!" Fury slammed his palms against the table snapping you back into reality with a small jump on your seat.

"Continue," you responded with a motion of your hand as Fury sighed.

"As I was saying, I would like to know how Loki turned two of my sharpest men AND one of my sharpest assassins I know into his personal flying monkeys." You raised a raised a brow in defense.

"I'm not a-"

"Monkey?" the god of thunder voiced over you cutting you off. "I do not understand."

"I do!" Steve said brightly. He looked around him out of his triumph over modern lingo. "I...I understood that reference."

"Who says that I'm a fucking monkey?!" You quickly stood up from your seat. Swirls of rage flooded your eyes and knuckles turning white as you stared down the one-eyed man.

"You are one of the sharpest assassins S.H.I.E.L.D. has, yet Loki has made your senses and skills blunt. How he did it, we don't know. But in order for you to get back with the program, you need to sharpen yourself again and follow our rules!"

"Ok...for your information, I follow my own rules, my skills are NOT blunt, and I'm for certain that I'm NOT someone's 'personal flying monkey!'" The heels on your boots turned, and you stormed off out of the command deck before anyone could say anything else to you.

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You reached to the door of the room where Loki's being held. For you, it seems like he's the only person you can talk to right now even though you have no clue why. You looked through the small glass opening of the door to see the god pacing back and forth slowly around his circular glass cage in thought. Remembering the schematics of the helicarrier, you looked up to see a vent that lead straight into the room. You reached into the pocket of your jeans, took out a couple of small hooks with strings attached to them, and threw them up in between the vent openings. With a small pull of the strings, the opening yanked off, and you wall jumped up into the vent and crawled your way through the small tunnel swiftly.

The end of the tunnel was open with no barricades, just as you expected, and silently climbed out of the vent landing on the railing near the cage with ease and stood there. The god, lost in thought, didn't hear a single noise of your arrival and continued to pace while looking down at the ground. You stared at him with awe. 'He's so...handsome. So perfect.' You slowly raised your hand up to the glass touching the cold barrier between the two of you.

"Loki...." you breathed out quietly. His movement suddenly halted and gradually lifted his head until you were in his line of sight. A grin flashed on his face as he moves towards you.

"(y/n). Oh, how I've missed you." He put his hand against the glass aligning it with yours. You blushed at both his action and his words putting a slight smile on your face. Even though your face brightened, he read your eyes like a map. "So filled with anger and malice. What troubles you, darling?" The smile was wiped away from your face as you looked to the side.

"Apparently, I'm your personal flying monkey." you spat out bitterly.

"Monkey?" he questioned with confusion. You merely shook your head.

"I mean...because of you, my skills as an assassin has turned dull and, in a way, useless. Well, according to that one-eyed asshole." As you turned back to him, you noticed his face had soften and looked at you with saddened eyes.

"Do you believe those words to be true, my dear?"

"If I'm able to sneak behind you undetected, I don't think so." You smirked, and he answered with a chuckle.

"Yes, that's quite true." He reaches for your face with his other hand but was stopped by the glass wall between the two of you; he silently cursed at it.

"I shouldn't even be here. I'm not supposed to go near you as an order, but then again..." You paused as you scoffed to the side, "...I'm not the type to follow rules when I don't want to. Though..." Your gaze at an unknown direction hardened. "...I did over hear Tony say something about S.H.I.E.L.D. hiding something from us when I was walking passed the lab with Bruce in it." Your gaze returned back to Loki's.

"I believe the metal man speaks truth. Why else would they want the tesseract besides the means to stop my plans? Their thoughts of 'peace?' To do what's 'right?' No. I think not."

"Funny. You're talking a lot about truth when you're supposed to be the 'god of mischief and lies," you said with amusement.

"Does not mean I know not of the difference between truth and lies, darling," he responded with equal amusement.

"No, I guess not."

Suddenly, you heard a couple of voices behind the door, which you concluded that it's Natasha and Fury. Both you and Loki stood while looking towards the door before looking back at each other.

"Shit...."