Prompt from Roseavia3 : So Y/N goes down to the cell to see Loki who once again asked her to kill him. But she refuses trying to understand the gods pain.

A/N: okay so I loved this but hear me out... Loki turning up in Y/N's office instead. Send more prompts, this is actually going so well! <3

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A few days later, life still hasn't returned to normal. You're beginning to doubt that it will.

SHIELD HQ had been razed to the ground in the attack, so the entirety of SHIELD's employees have been rehomed temporarily in Stark Tower. It's officially been renamed the Avengers Tower now, but you can't get used to it.

There's been a sudden, upward surge in your workload, obviously. More than eighty percent of SHIELD's entire hard copy records have been destroyed, and you're still working on gaining access to some of the online ones.

Security has more than tripled, both physical and online; you can't seem to walk two paces down any corridor without encountering a guard, or click more than twice on your computer without having to enter a password.

Which is why the thought of what is about to happen hasn't even crossed your mind.

It's Thursday, late afternoon; you've just come out of a two hour meeting and the thought of going back to your apartment and ordering a takeaway has never seemed so inviting. It's been a long week.

The door to your office is half open, and you're used to people coming in and out all day, so you don't bat an eyelid as you hear the door get pushed open.

"Hang on, let me just-"

Before you get to the end of your sentence, the sense that something isn't right, the one that you fine-tuned so carefully during your days working for SHIELD, kicks in. Big time. Your hands freeze over your keyboard, and, slowly, you look up.

Loki is stood in the doorway to your office.

Instinct tells you to scream, but then immediately after it tells you to keep it zipped. You do the latter, shock resonating through you. It's impossible that he's here.

He's staring at you, and then raises an eyebrow as if to say, 'oh really?'. Can he hear you thinking?

Loki takes a step forward, and then pushes the door to your office shut behind him. You snap out of your initial debilitating shock and start to think. The phone right next to you will call for security, but there's no way you can get there before he realises what you're trying to do.

There are two knives in the bottom drawer of your desk.

Why are there no guards?! They've been walking up and down the corridor all bloody day, but now, when you actually need one...

You're going to have to try the phone. Before you've moved your hand barely an inch towards it, however, Loki speaks.

"Mm, I wouldn't if I were you."

His voice is low and without emotion; face devoid of expression. He's staring at you, unblinkingly. It's terrifying.

Instinct kicks in again; you can't sit here in front of him entirely defenceless.

You move with lightning speed, flicking the bottom drawer of your desk open with the heel of your shoe and then stamping on the front of the drawer, hard. The two knifes are flung into the air and you stand up, snatching one of them into your hand before swinging it around to level at Loki's chest.

The other knife doesn't make it to the ground; it's suddenly in Loki's hand.

"Impressive." he mutters, running a finger along the blade of your knife.

"You can't be here." you say, your voice restricted with fear.

"Oh, can't I?" Loki asks you, looking around in surprise, "No one tried to stop me coming here."

You try and think rationally, but you can't formulate a realistic reason for why what is happening is happening.

"Relax." he says, and you almost scoff. Relax?

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just came to see..."

Suddenly he's on your side of the desk, stood right next to you, and your knife is at his throat. He tosses the knife he was holding to the ground beside him. Your eyes don't leave his face.

"Finish it." he tells you. He towers over you by at least a foot. If he wanted you dead, you would be already, you think. But that doesn't make your heartrate slow, or your hand stop shaking.

Incredulously, Loki rolls his eyes.

"Come on, do it. You wanted to the other day." he tells you. You're overcome with a sudden wave of anger towards him.

"You're a murderer." you say quietly, pressing your knife harder against his neck. He closes his eyes, either a reaction to your words or to the additional pressure on his neck.

"Yes." he replies. You don't move. He opens his eyes again, looking at you.

"Do it."

You're taken back to a few days ago, when he'd said the exact same words to you. He'd been kneeling before you then; you hadn't realised how tall he was. You think about what you'd said to Thor about Loki's eyes.

"No." you say, dropping your hand. You don't kill. Not anymore.

Something flashes behind his eyes then; it's the first hint of emotion you've seen from him. Anger.

In an instant he's disarmed you, and then the knife is at your throat instead. You stop breathing.

"Kill me, or I will kill you."

His voice is deadly serious, but something, deep inside you, tells you that he's lying. But you also don't want to take any chances.

Your knife is in your hand again, and in one swift movement you've buried it in Loki's stomach, to the hilt.

He doesn't even blink. For a second you stand face to face, looking at each other, before you let go of the knife handle and step backwards, suddenly wanting to get as far away from him as possible.

Loki's shoulders slump suddenly, as though in defeat. He looks down at the knife handle protruding from his abdomen and then back at you.

He looks disappointed.

"You and I both know that that is not where you stab someone if you're aiming to kill."

You just stare, your back now pressed against the far wall.

Loki reaches down and pulls the knife from his stomach, not even wincing. You look away from the blood, so you don't see his skin literally knitting itself back together.

"Well, it was worth a try." he tells you, throwing your now bloodstained knife on to your desk and moving towards the door, yanking it open.

You don't move or speak as he leaves the room, not even looking back at you.

...

"He was in my office!"

"Y/N, I think you should take a few days off." Tony tells you. Thor is stood next to you, looking troubled.

"No­- Tony, I'm not mad! He-"

"I don't know what you want me to say Y/N. We checked the CCTV of your office, and saw nothing. We have eyes on Loki at all times, and CCTV. He hasn't left his cell." Tony tells you.

You turn to Thor, your eyes pleading. He's the only one who seems to be even slightly concerned.

"I think Tony's right Y/N; you should take a few days off. I promise I'm keeping an eye on Loki, okay?"

You storm from the room, seething, still reeling from having Loki in your office. He had been in there.

Even though you'd gone back to show Thor the knives and they'd both been back in your bottom drawer, clean. Even though Thor had showed you the CCTV of Loki's cell in the last hour, and he hadn't moved from his bed. Even though the CCTV from your office showed nothing.

You're furious, but most of all you're scared.