Loki x Anxiety!Reader
Start of Something New
Author's Note: Had inspiration to write a Loki/reader after watching Avengers again. This is the fruits of my labour and if anyone wants more please feel free to commission me. Also I am a UK English speaker so some of the spellings may be different for those who know US English Key:
(Y/N) = Your Name (Can be full or just first name)
(H/C) = Hair Colour
(H/L) = Hair Length
(Y/A) = Your Age
(F/O) = Favourite Outfit
Loki had always been someone that would stay back and leave others to whatever foolish act they wanted. He wasn't someone to make an effort for anyone if he thought there was no gain in it for himself. Even after the attack on New York, after being imprisoned in the Avengers Tower, he was still the same. He stood away, sat reading his books, keeping away from all the lower beings. He had no powers, his magic stripped from him so he couldn't use them, and had to be under the watch of an Avenger or S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent at all times.
Loki didn't care that agents had to watch him and he knew that none of them or the Avengers would want to watch him all the time. His thoughts, however, were far from reality. There was someone who wanted to help by keeping an eye on him. (Y/N) was a new member of the team, found on a mission not long after the attack, and had only recently been moved into the tower after training in one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. She owed her life to the team after they rescued her from Hydra's experiments, from being seen as just a number, and when she heard they needed someone to watch Loki she felt like she should take it on.
She hadn't been to the tower before, having been training in one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, and she had yet to actually meet Loki. She had seen footage from the attack, read reports and even read a file on Loki which had sparked an interest in the God. She walked into the tower with Fury on her heels and Tony showing her around the tower. When she got to the main lounge, where the Avengers where relaxing, she finally got to meet the whole team as they relaxed enjoying a few drinks together. She felt nervous being with so many people in the same room and she just kept her head down nodding to everyone.
She felt nervous and anxious still not used to being in rooms filled with people and when Steve came over to say hello she backed up slightly; keeping her head down as she moved close to Fury. She still couldn't trust right away, the affects from Hydra's experiments and how they had treated her made her cautious, and she had last seen the team when she was nearly out cold unable to control her own body. She stood back a little which seemed to bother Steve but he just smiled and pulled his hand back.
"It's okay, no one here's gonna hurt you, miss. We're all here to help. My name's Steve Rogers ma'am." The super soldier stood tall and smiled warmly hoping to settle the scared woman's nerves. "Ah 'tis the lady we rescued, glad to see you are doing well good Lady!" Thor rose quickly and reached out to pat her shoulder making her hide behind Fury further.
"Okay boys I think it's time to give the girl her space. She doesn't exactly seem happy that you're both so close." Natasha stood from her seat smiling softly as both lads took a few steps back. "Hi there, I'm Natasha, call me Nat. We have Tony, Clint, Bruce and you've met Steve and Thor. They guys can be a little tough, they're all rough around the edges, but once you get to know them you'll be fine." Natasha pointed to each member as she named them but kept back from the cautious woman as she slowly came back out from her hiding spot.
Fury watched amused before handing Nat a file containing everything the team would need to know about (Y/N) and the training she needed to go through with them while keeping an eye on Loki. The dark haired God had kept away from the rowdy bunch sitting on the far side of the room against one of the massive windows with a book in hand. He had noticed Fury walk in with the newest member of the team and how she acted around his brother and the man out of time.
He couldn't help the subtle snicker as he watched the team fail. He wore his leather under layers, unable to create his armour when his powers were taken, and his hair was slicked back and cut shorter. That was when she looked over to him and he caught sight of her striking eyes. She seemed to stare at him for quite some time before Nat brought her out of the room; no doubt taking the woman to her room to help her settle. Loki pulled himself back into his book as he noticed his brother come over to him; the blonde haired god smirking slightly with his arms crossed over his shoulder.
"It seems, dear brother, you will be spending much more time out of this tower." Thor looked down on the city below hearing his brother only huff. He rolled his eyes at his brother's words and just focused on his book before feeling a large hand pat his shoulder firmly. "Come on brother, don't be like this. This is your first chance to gain the freedom you have been wanting for a year. You say to take what chance you get given so why not take this chance?"
"Get your hands off me and stop calling me brother; you know my true heritage. That Midgardian is nothing more than some ploy by you and your foolish team. All it means is you have a longer chain on me." Loki's tone was bored and cold as he sat back looking over the city while pushing Thor's hand off his shoulder. He wasn't going to let Thor and his team get to him, he wasn't about to let this woman get under his skin just because she was there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Loki had adjusted to the life on Midgard but what he hadn't gotten used to was the woman that was his guardian; almost like a child-minder. The whole team was out on a three day mission of some sort leaving Loki and (Y/N) alone in the tower with J.A.R.V.I.S. as a back-up should they need to call for the team. He had been her charge, having been told to keep an eye on the infantile god and maybe get him out of his shell, and she had spent the past two weeks just sitting with Loki while he read or quietly being in the same room as him. Loki's past experience of Midgardians had been loud, frustrating and painful yet this one was calm, collected and even tolerable.
From the first day (Y/N) had spent with Loki she had been different. He could tell she was nervous around the so called Defenders of Earth and often seemed to prefer being away from the group just like him. She seemed to find it hard to speak to anyone that came into the room and just kept to herself; whether she was reading, writing or drawing. He had noticed her aversion to groups and strangers and even how she seemed more tense around Bruce and Tony when they went on about experiments; not thinking she could hear them. He didn't know where she had come from, what had happened to her, or why she had such striking eyes that were so different to any mortal he'd seen before but he could tell that the talk of experiments and science made her nervous. He had yet to talk to her yet she seemed to prefer it when people didn't speak to her straight away and gave her chance to settle around them.
She was quiet around him, she didn't pry or infuriate the god, and had taken her time to just sit with him. He could just sit and read and she would sit nearby by wouldn't make her presence unwanted. The first time she had sat with him he had expected her to be like Tony and torment him yet she just sat with a sketchbook sketching. He had wanted to ask her what she was drawing yet he hadn't wanted to make it obvious that he was interested; knowing that Tony would tease him about it.
Since then he had wanted to know her more, to know why she was so quiet and why she took on the role of watching him. Loki being as stubborn as he was meant that he wasn't willing to risk Tony and his companions finding out about his interest; knowing they would make him regret it. During the two weeks he had just gotten settled into the routine of sitting in his corner of the room, reading a book, (Y/N) walking in and taking her seat with her notebook or sketchpad and finding a comfortable silence after breakfast for most of the day till evening rolled round and they both got hungry. Each day seemed to go like this till the end of their second week.
The pair had just got settled into their normal routine of sitting in silence together with the subtle sound of pencil and the odd turn of a page. This time was different though. As Loki got settled he began to notice the Midgardian looking up at him and then back to her paper continuing to sketch. He was interested in what she was doing and watched her over his book; smirking whenever he caught her gaze.
After about an hour of sitting in silence with (Y/N) sketching away and looking at the black haired god Loki finally decided to move only to earn a subtle glare from his artistic companion. He kept shifting and moving catching the subtle looks he was getting until she finally seemed to get so frustrated she put down the pad and gave up what she was working on. She began to mutter and mumble under her breath making Loki only smirk more realising he had interrupted her sketching.
"What mortal? Is there something bothering you?" His facetious tone seemed to only irritate (Y/N) more as she tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. She just stayed silent as she looked away from him obviously ignoring him. When she didn't reply Loki just sighed and shook his head pulling himself back into his book. "Pathetic mortal." He grumbled to himself annoyed he didn't get a proper reaction from his guardian.
(Y/N) tensed at his mumblings and just got up storming out of the room keeping her head down and hiding it from the trickster. She had spent two weeks trying to find a way to talk to him and the first words to her are pure insults and torment. Right now she just needed have some space feeling frustration from the drawing not going her way, from all the effort seemingly going nowhere and from Loki being Loki. She got away from him heading to the kitchen and took a grounding breath to try and vent some of her anger.
Meanwhile Loki looked at the spot the woman had been sitting and saw the sketchpad she had been drawing in the whole time he had known her. He looked around for her, making sure she wasn't there to stop him, before going over and having a look through the book. He froze in stunned awe as he looked at the multitude of sketches that all seemed to be of him in different poses. He flicked through the pages seeing detailed sketches of his armour, helmet and even his brother's armour. The amount of detail in each sketch made it seem like he could just lift the items out of the book. He looked down regretfully at the half finished sketch of him that seemed to be the last drawing in the book. He looked up at where his companion had stormed out and sighed softy following her route with sketchbook in hand.
When he saw her staring out of the window he moved over slowly and stood next her looking down on the city. She tensed up a little expecting him to insult her again only to see the sketchbook in his hand. "You're drawings are very good, for a mortal." He avoided looking at her as he spoke; focusing more on his reflection in the glass before him. "It seems you can make even that oaf of a brother look somewhat interesting. Had I known you had such skills I would not have tormented you so." (Y/N) felt the heat of a blush rise to her face and quickly took the sketchbook that was offered to her. "Thanks, I...I hadn't wanted anyone to..." Loki smirked slightly and shook his head. "...To see them, I had guessed by the way you always kept this book guarded. I just happened to have the luck of distracting you. I do wonder why there is such a fascination with me though. Almost every image in that book of yours is to do with me, perhaps the mortal has a...what do you call them...oh yes, a crush." He was teasing again but this time it was more light-hearted and less hostile. "Do not tell the others of this, I have a reputation to keep, but you are tolerable. You don't scream and shout at that strange box, nor do you get in my face, unlike those buffoons you seem to actually understand the concept of personal space."
Loki smiled lightly finally looking down at the girl who was his minder. The soft smile on his face was one he would only show to those he deemed interesting or, in (Y/N)'s case, tolerable. She smiled and held the sketchbook close to her chest nodding slightly. "J.A.R.V.I.S., can you not tell Tony about Loki's speech? As far as Tony's concerned we spent the day like we always do." Her voice was soft but held the slight tone of happiness as she realised that her effort had meant something. "Of course Miss (Y/N). I would fear Mr Stark would only use such information as a bargaining chip anyway." The sarcastic AI's comment made (Y/N) laugh softly. "Yes, I'm sure he would."