Loki X Reader: To Be Trusted Ch. 1

There is some fluff in this, along with swearing and pirate speak. And this is probably the longest chapter I'll write for this story. Enjoy! ~

I am a singer, I work at Al's Bar and Grill in New York. Not only is it a bar, but a night club too. My shift starts around 8:30 pm and ends around 2:00 am. I do a little waitressing, and then I sing. I sing everything. My boyfriend, Sean, wants me to quit my job, and rely completely on him. But singing is my dream, my passion, I'm not giving that up. Ever since then, I've had the feeling of being cheated on.

I walk up on stage in my tight dark blue jeans, and my form fitting emerald green and black blouse, my black converse slapping the stage with every step. I grab the mike and speak into it.

"How are ya'll doin' tonight?" The drunken crowd in front of me cheers. A few of the regulars call out.

"Hey, _, how's yer man treatin' you?" Johnson cries out. He was always like a grandfather to me.

"Oh, ya know, same old, same old. Supposed to get a call from him about a hot date." I speak into the microphone.

"Good for you, Girl!" The reds call out and whistle. I laugh, I'm completely in the zone and at home on the stage.

"Alright, we're gonna pick things up now," I speak, "I'll be singing 'CrushCrushCrush' and 'Ignorance' by Paramore." I signal the band to start up.

"I got a lot to say to you, yeah I got a lot to say,

I notice your eyes are always glued to me,

Keeping them here and it makes no since at all,"

My eyes scan the crowd. One man stands out in it. His hair is raven-black, and slicked back, it's long and ends just before his shoulders. His emerald green eyes are bright with emotion. His pale skin is smooth looking, and has the ever so slightest tinge of baby blue. His outfit was meant for blending with the crowd. It consists of greens and gold. Baggy dark green pants coupled with a green and gold hoodie. I take this in a moments flash.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Loki's P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Midgardian on the stage is beyond this realms beauty. I take in her short, messy (F/C) hair, her pale (E/C) that reminded me of _ (In description). Her skin is pale, with slightly tanned glow to it, and her outfit. It's an emerald green and black blouse, with some light ruffles on the left side of her collar, and it clings to her body, showing off her curves. Her pants were tight and a dark blue denim, her shoes were black ankle cut converse. She shone like a bright star on the stage, as if she was born to receive the attention. Her voice is as sweet as honey, and as intoxicating as liquor. I loose myself in her voice, my eyes never leave her perfect body and face.

"They taped over your mouth, Scribbled out the truth,

With their lies, ya little spies.

They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth,

With their lies, ya little spies.

Crush, crush, crush, crush crush, two three four,

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone,

Just the one too of us is coming on, but that never happens,

I guess I'm dreaming again, let's be more than this.

If you want to play it like a game, well come on,

Come on, let's play,

Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending,

Then have to forget you for one minute.

They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth,

With their lies, ya little spies.

They taped over your mouth scribbled out the truth,

With their lies, ya little spies.

Crush, crush, crush, crush crush, two three four,

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone,

Just the one too of us is coming on, well, that never happens,

I guess I'm dreaming again, let's be more than this now!

Rock and roll baby, don't you, that we're all alone now I need something to sing about,

Rock and roll, hey, don't you know baby, we're all alone now I need something to sing about,

Rock and roll, hey, don't you know baby, we're all alone now, give me something to sing about,

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone,

Just the one too of us is coming on, well, that never happens,

I guess I'm dreaming again, let's be more than Nooo!

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone,

Just the one too of us is coming on, well, that never happens,"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I guess I'm dreaming again, let's be more than, more than this,

Nooo oooh."

I finish. Cheers erupt from the crowd, the regs cheer and compliment me. I signal the band again, and launch myself into 'Ignorance'.

"If I'm a bad person, you don't like me,

Well guess don't make my own way,

It's a circle, I mean cycle,

I can't excite you any more,

Where's your gavel, your jury?

What's my offense this time?

You're not a judge, but if you're gonna judge me, well, sentence me to another life,

Don't wanna hear your sad song,

I wanna be your pain,

It's always all my fault, cause you know we're not the same,

No, we're not the same,

No, we're not the same,

Yeah, the friends that stick together, we wrote our names in wood,

I guess you can't except that change is good, it's good, it's good

You treat me just like another stranger,

Well, it's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go,

I just be on my way out,

You treat me just like another stranger,

Well, it's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go,

I'll just be on my way out,

Ignorance is your new best friend, Ignorance is your new best friend,

Then this is the best thing that could have happened, any longer and I wouldn't have made it,

It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture,

I'm just a person, but you can't take it,

The same tricks that once fooled me, they won't get you anywhere,

I'm not the same kid from your memory,

Well, now I can fend for myself,

Don't wanna hear your sad song,

Don't wanna be your pain,

It's always all my fault, cause you know we're not the same,

We're not the same, No, we're not the same,

We used to stick together, we wrote our names in wood,

I guess you can't except that change is good, it's good, it's good,

Well you treat me just like another stranger,

Well it's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go,

I'll just be on my way out,

Ignorance is your new best friend, ignorance is your new best friend,

Ignorance is your new best friend, ignorance is your new best friend,

Well you treat me just like another stranger,

Well it's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go,

I'll just be on my way out,

You treat me just like another stranger,

Well it's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go,

I'll just be on my way out."

Again the crowd goes wild and cheers. The raven-haired man seems to have taken an interest in me. I just brush it off, I have a boyfriend.

"Well, I know ya'll have had enough of me up here," There were collective 'No's and 'we love you's. I giggle. "Okay, okay! Don't worry, I'll be back on in a few. But for now, enjoy Candy's singing as she slows things down with Jessica Rabbits slow song."

I walk off stage and hand the mike to Candy. "All yours girl." She smiles at me and goes to work her magic. I call Sean. I wait for him to pick up. When he does, I hear giggling. I also hear Sean talking to someone in the back ground.

"Hey babe, be quiet, your sugar daddies on the phone." This results in more giggling. "Hey, _, we still on for three?"

I'm about to answer when another voice comes on the phone. "Sorry, Sean's busy, with me." Sean comes back on the phone, "Sorry about that I-"

"Sean, I have something to tell you." I interrupt. I had heard my best friend on the phone with Sean, My BEST FRIEND.

"Yeah?"

"We're over."

"What!?"

"I'm breaking up with you. Have fun with Mindy." I pause and sneer, "And tell her we're no longer friends." Then I hang up. I'd cry, but I have no tears for HIM. I knew, but I didn't want to believe it. When I walk back on stage, my face is an emotionless mask. A single tear runs down my cheek and cascades to the floor. Johnson and the raven-haired man take notice of this.

"Why are you cryin' Darlin'?" Johnson asks, concerned.

I scoff, "Because I just found out my boyfriends a sweet talkin', two timin', son of a gun."

"Who'd he cheat on you with?"

"My best friend, excuse me, ex-best friend."

"Oh, Honey, that's rough."

"Right, so the next few songs are dedicated to my boyfriend, excuse me, ex-boyfriend, Sean Wilker. The first one is called 'Bye Bye Love' by the Everly Brothers." I signal the band to begin playing.

"Bye bye love, bye bye happiness,

Hello loneliness, I think I'm a-gonna cry-y,

Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress,

Hello emptiness, I feel like I could di-ie,

Bye bye love, a-goodby-ye,

There goes my baby with someone new,

He sure looks happy, I sure am blue,

He was my baby, 'Til she stepped in,

Goodbye to romance that might have been,

Bye bye love, bye bye happiness,

Hello loneliness, I think I'm a-gonna cry-y,

Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress,

Hello emptiness, I feel like I could di-ie,

Bye bye love, a-goodby-ye,

I'm through with romance, I'm through with love,

I'm through with counting the stars above,

And here's the reason I'm so free,

My loving baby is through with me,

Bye bye love, bye bye happiness,

Hello loneliness, I think I'm a-gonna cry-y,

Bye bye love, bye bye sweet caress,

Hello emptiness, I feel like I could di-ie,

Bye bye love, a-goodby-ye,

Bye bye love, a-goodby-ye,

Bye bye love, a-goodby-ye."

They cheered and clapped, but were somber about it. Cause I was singing about my boyfriend. "This next one is 'Before he cheats' by Carrie Underwood." I signal and the band plays.

"Right now, He's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp,

And she's probably getting frisky,

Right now, He's probably buying her some fruity little drink,

Cause she can't shoot whisky,

Right now, He's probably up behind her with a pool stick,

Showing her how to shoot a combo,

And he don't know,

I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive,

Carved my name into his leather seats,

I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires,

Maybe time he'll think before he cheats,

Right now, she's probably up singing some white trashed version of Shania karaoke,

Right now, she's probably saying 'I'm drunk',

And he's probably thinking he's a-gonna get lucky,

Right now, he's probably dabbing on three dollars' worth of that bathroom polo,

Oooh, and he don't know!

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped four wheel drive,

Carved my name into his leather seats,

I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires,

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats,

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl,

Because the next time that he cheats,

Ooh, you know it won't be on me,

Nooo, not on me,

'Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive,

Carved my name into his leather seats,

I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires,

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats,

Ooh, before he cheats, ooh, before he cheats, ooh."

They all cheer and shout, more now because I just sung a song that dissed the cheatin' bastard, that showed that I was over him. "This next song is 'So what' by Pink." I signal the band once more and allow myself to go crazy. I dance to the song, my actions shadowing my words.

"Na Nan a Nan a Nan a Nan a Nan a Nan a."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Loki's P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She launches herself into the song, dancing and swaying to the beat. She leaves mike in the stand and begins.

"I guess I just lost my husband, I don't know where he went,

So I'm gonna drink my money, I'm not gonna pay his rent,

I've got a brand new attitude, and I'm gonna wear it tonight,

I wanna get in trouble, I wanna start a fight,

Na Nan a Nan a Nan a,

I wanna start a fight, Na Nan a Nan a Nan a,

I wanna start a fight!

So, so what, I'm still a rock star,

I got my rock moves, and I don't need you,

And guess what, I'm having more fun,

Now that we're done,

I'm gonna show you tonight,

I'm alright, I'm just fine, and you're just a tool,

So, so what, I'm still a rock star, I got my rock moves,

And I don't want you tonight,

Uh, check my flow, one,

The waiter just took my table and gave it to Jessica Simp-Shit!

I guess I'll go sit with tom boy, at least he'll know how to hit,

What if this songs on the radio, then somebodies gonna die,

I'm gonna get in trouble, my ex will start a fight,

Na Nan a Nan a Nan a,

He's gonna start a fight, Na Nan a Nan a Nan a,

We're all gonna get in a fight!

So, so what, I'm still a rock star, I got my rock moves,

And I don't need you tonight,

I'm alright, I'm just fine, and you're a tool,

So, so what, I'm a rock star, I got my rock moves,

And I don't want you tonight,

You weren't there, you never were,

You weren't all, but that's not fair,

I gave you life, I gave my all,

You weren't there, you let me fall,

So, so what, I'm still a rock star, I got my rock moves,

And I don't need you tonight,

And guess what, I'm having more fun,

Now that we're done (we're done),

I'm gonna show you tonight,

I'm alright (I'm alright), I'm just fine (I'm just fine),

And you're a tool,

So, so what, I'm a rock star, I got my rock moves,

And I don't want you tonight (I don't want you tonight),

No no, No no, I don't want you tonight,

You weren't there, I'm gonna show you tonight,

I'm alright, I'm just fine,

And you're a tool,

So, so what, I'm a rock star, I got my rock moves,

And I don't want you tonight (I don't want you tonight),

Ba da da da da da."

When she finishes she's short of breath and sweating. And yet she still looks beautiful. I continue eating my meal, and wonder to myself who she is.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader's P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The cheers are even louder now, and they know that I'm over him. The bastard. "Alright, that's all for me tonight. Here's Candy with her entertainment." I hand off the mike to Candy and go punch in my time card. It's a little after two am, and I'm gonna get absolutely completely drunk. I take a seat at the bar and holler for the barkeep.

"Hey, barkeep. I need a bit o' that hell's broth."

"_, you know we don't understand a word you say when you're talking your pirate speak."

"Right, sorry. I need whisky, and make it strong."

"Right up." He hands me the bottle and a shot glass. I push the shot glass away and uncork the bottle. I take a good swig while the barkeep puts the shot glass away, knowing I won't use it. Someone sits heavily down beside me, I sniff the air, I'd know that cologne anywhere.

"Stark." I acknowledge his presence.

"Oh, come on, you could be nicer." He sounds hurt, I just roll my eyes. He states, "Okay, some things wrong. You have more attitude than normal."

I glare at him and take another swig.

"You're also drinking from the bottle." The bottles have gone, and when I get drunk I begin to speak like a pirate.

"Oh, shove off, ye landlubber." I growl. Stark blinks.

"Okay, I have no idea what you just said, but it's obvious that you've had enough." He tries to take my bottle o' Hell's Broth.

"Lay a finger on me Hell's Broth, an' I'll be givin' ye a open throat necklace." I hiss, holding the bottle away from Stark. He sighs and takes out his phone.

"JARVIS, please translate what _ said."

JARVIS responds, "She said 'To leave her alone, you non-sailor, inept person.' Then she said 'Lay a finger on my whisky, and I'll slit your throat.'"

"Oh." Stark thinks a moment, "What was she speaking?"

"Pirate, or more accurately, Lingua Pira."

"Oh." He signals the barkeep. "Okay, what happened to make _ go pirate on us?"

"I believe her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend."

"Sean Wilker? That sweet boy?" Stark is in disbelief, "I thought he'd be good to her, and for her."

"He was, till he took a gander at her best friend."

"Alright, well, pour me a scotch, and I'll see if I can get her to ease up on the whisky." The bartender poured Stark a Scotch, and went off to tend to the other customers. Stark slams the Scotch and asks me, "Hey, Loki escaped, I was wondering if you've seen him."

"Nay, I ain't seen the landlubber o' a god."

"She said 'No she hasn't'."

"Thanks JARVIS."

I see the raven-haired man change appearance when Stark started speakin' of this Loki fellow. I'm guessing that's him. His face tells me that he's shocked that I lied to Stark, and that he believed me. I just smirked and finished off my Hell's Broth. I slammed the bottle down on the counter and put some money beside it.

"Well, it's been fun carousing with you, but I've got to go home." I say standing up, I tip to the side a little and quickly right myself.

"Um… I'll take you home, you're too drunk to go anywhere alone."

"I ain't listin' groundward yet."

"She says 'She's not drunk yet'." JARVIS explains.

"That happens every time I get groggified."

"She says 'that happens every time she gets drunk'."

"So you are drunk!"

"No, there are at least four levels of drunkenness higher than what I've got."

"There is?"

"Aye."

"Hey I'm sorry about Sean."

"Don't matter. He was just a sweet talkin', two timin', cheatin' bloody son of a gun. The bastard."

"Okay, you really, really hate him."

"And don't get me started on that no good, wench of a whore."

"You really hate her."

"I'll be seein' ya."

"See ya."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I get home, I unlock the door to find the T.V. on, and the raven-haired man on my couch. I ignore him, and go to my kitchen. Later I feel him behind me. I sigh and turn around.

"Okay, what do you want?" I ask tiredly, looking at the man in front of me.

"Are you not scared of me?" He asks.

"No, should I be?"

"Yes, and no."

"Well, I don't care who you are."

"Why?"

"I saw the pain in your eyes when I told everyone what happened with Sean." I spit out his as if it were poison.

"Why did you lie to the man of iron?"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about."

"When the man of iron asked you if you've seen Loki around, and said no."

"Oh, well, first off, I didn't know if you were in fact Loki. Second, you didn't do anything, you just ordered your meal and ate in peace."

"Oh."

"Yup. So if you're done with the questions, please leave."

"Um… I actually need a place to stay."

"Why?"

"So the person providing the housing can keep a journal about how I behaved and give it to the Avengers."

"You want a second chance?"

"Yes."

"And they're not giving you one?"

"No." He bows his head sadly.

"Well, I guess it would be okay, it would help me keep my mind off of him."

"Really?" He's excited, like a puppy, but still suspicious.

"Aye, ye can have the spare bunk." The power of the smile he gave me could power a small town for a week.

"Alright, I'm off to bed." He turns and begins to walk away. Then he turns around with a sheepish expression on his face. "Um… where would this spare bunk be?"

"Follow me." I laugh. I lead him to the spare bedroom of my flat. The room is huge with a king sized bed and an adjoining bathroom. It was an antique pirate look to it.

"I cannot believe that singing at a bar you this."

"It didn't. I saved Stark's life once, he insisted he repay me. I didn't say no, being as I had just been kicked out of my last place."

"Are there any cameras?"

"If there were, Stark'd be dead."

"So you are on the side of mischief."

"I can be, but I still care if someone gets hurt."

"Oh."

"Good night Loki."

"Good night Midgardian." I leave realizing that I haven't told him my name yet. Oh, well, I'll tell him tomorrow. I yawn and stretch before opening my bedroom door. I get in my night shirt and slip under the covers, quickly falling into dreamland.