pairings: loki laufeyson x reader, mentions of other avengers x reader
warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, veryyy little angst
about: requested! loki gets captured by avengers and healer!reader watches him
a/n: thank you so so much for requesting! i am so sorry it took me this long to finish it, and it came out so much longer than i planned, but i didn't want loki to be ooc, i hope this was good!!

the words you've been reading over and over again are beginning to blur. you can't find it in yourself to care too much, instead choosing to shut the book and stare at the door. your fingers are tapping on the hard plastic protecting the thin cot underneath you, and you try to concentrate on the noise rather than the worry you can't seem to shake.

they were supposed to be back by now, you think, teeth finding your bottom lip. you weren't allowed on this mission. while they said the reason you were staying was because they didn't need everyone, the blatant absence of every single avenger and extended hero said the opposite. you knew the reality was that the threat you weren't even informed about was greater than usual, and while you had powers, they weren't as helpful as others when it came to fighting.

so you were stuck waiting for the teammates you hadn't heard from for nearly ten hours, only able to stand by until they inevitably came back with cuts and bruises for you to fix. halting the thought of if before you could think more of it, you stood, beginning to set up all the medical equipment you usually use for when they arrive. you're distracting yourself with pointlessly organizing popsicle sticks that you won't need when you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the hallway. you immediately look out your open door, expecting to see the avengers, bringing the smell of blood and exhaustion, not... loki.

you can't seem to stop how your lips part and your eyes follow him as he nears, suddenly catching his eyes through the movement of the agents surrounding him. your face heats when his lips quirk up in a small smile, sending you a flirty wink before he's passed and you are left staring at the trace of him. you're in a trance, and as much as you'd like to blame it on the god's magic, you know it's simply how attracted you are to him, even when you know you shouldn't be.

you've never had a conversation with the god, barely been in the same vicinity as him, and your mind seems to be flooded with him. the avengers rarely talk about him, and on the occasion they do, it's never remotely kind. you understand why- you saw the damage he'd caused in new york, but the more you read on him, the more you can somewhat understand why he did it, as inappropriate as it is. you'd asked thor to bring you books from asgard that loki has read and asked him to tell you about loki.

you can't help it- the god is intriguing; it's so magnificent how powerful he is that it nears terrifying, and he's so stunning you're concerned you'd make a fool of yourself in front of him, or cut your fingers on his cheekbones (although how the hell would your fingers get there? you prefer to not think too much into your impossible fantasies).

you're not even completely certain that what just happened actually happened- because there is no way loki laufeyson looked at a puny mortal like you and didn't gag.

a hand dropping on your shoulder is what snaps you out of it, turning around to see sam and bucky, "you good?" sam asks, and you nod, scanning the men for the injuries they came to you for. sam has a large gash along his thigh that you can see through a slash on his uniform, and forming bruises along the rest of his body, tiny cuts scattered on his face. bucky is considerably better, his speed healing is helping. there is dried blood that you'll clean later on his face, small and slightly more serious cuts all over him but already healing, and a clearly dislocated shoulder that he set.

"alright, sam, you know the drill. bucky, please don't grab any medical supplies and stitch anything like last time and just let me do my thing," you request, lowering the stretcher so sam doesn't stress any of his injuries when he sits. "lay down so i can get to work on that cut on your leg, sam."

you help him on the bed and let him settle down by himself while you soak gauze in antiseptic for bucky. sam's shirt is off when you turn back, holding back a wince at the darkening bruise splayed on his abdomen. you cut away his pants, wiping away all the blood surrounding the wound and cleaning it with water. "clean," you mutter, lightly dragging your fingers along the wound, a warm pink sparkling where your touch had been, disappearing with the slice in his skin.

sam sighs when it's all healed, looking down at his leg, "i am never getting used to that," you hum a laugh when you move to some of the smaller cuts on his face, all of them healing with a simple move of your fingers. the yellowing that was beginning to form along his abdomen fades back into his normal skin color when your hands drift past them, and he smiles in satisfaction.

"well no broken bones this time," you point out, patting his leg proudly. he grins, sitting up, "you proud of me?"

"very," you respond, pressing a kiss to his cheek that relaxes all of his sore muscles, "you're a gift to this world," he thanks. you smile in response, sitting bucky down where sam was. sam picks up the clothing you always leave out, moving into your small bathroom to change while you work on bucky.

"how did it go?" you ask him, cleaning away the blood on his face. "not yours," you comment on it, "i guess that's good."

"it went... as well as fighting a god can go," he answers, you nod, "you fought a god?" you ask nonchalantly, as if you didn't just have a strange encounter with said god. bucky nods, "loki. you saw him, y/n."

your hands move in front of his face, warmth settling into the open wounds and closing them. "i was just making sure you'd tell me the truth. no one told me anything about this mission." you pat at his arms, random injuries healing with a gentle pink. "no serious ones, right?" you ask, squinting at him as he shakes his head. "all of them healed down into small ones that you just healed."

"okay, then," you kiss his forehead, making his tense muscles loosen like sam's. "do you know how much we appreciate it when you do that?" he asks, and you laugh. "making sure none of you are sore is a small thing, and i like doing it." besides, thanks to that, you got natasha to warm up to your affection- she is now comfortable receiving hugs, and you consider that a win.

"so where's loki going now?" you question, not noticing the three avengers behind you until tony answers, steve and natasha behind him. "one of the high security cells, you're going to take turns babysitting him so he doesn't try to kill everyone again."

"i am?" you ask, motioning for the three to sit while sam and bucky leave. "not you, i don't want anything to happen to you, but everyone else," tony says, sitting in front of you. you roll your eyes in reply, "i'm not defenseless, tony. i'm an avenger for a reason. and it isn't only because i can heal people."

"why would you want to watch over him? rock of ages isn't very interesting," tony asks, you hold back the fact you think the opposite, continuing to pat at his cheek with a wet cotton swab. "it's just sitting around and watching a man with an overgrown ego rant about evil plans," natasha adds, making you shrug, "more than i usually do. most of the time, i have to sit around doing nothing until you guys come back, since steve won't put me on missions," you try to ignore how you're defending someone who most of the people in this room consider a villain.

"we need to have you safe and intact in case anything happens," steve defends. you sigh, having heard the same excuse multiple times before. "i know. doesn't make feeling useless for most of the day any better."

the topic is switched for the rest of the time they're with you.

three days later, you haven't even heard the god's name. you can tell your conversation with tony ticked him off, and you're worried he might have an idea of what runs through your mind when you think of loki, which explains the absence of anything loki-related. you're disappointed, to say the least. the god you've been thinking about is in the same building as you, only a few floors below, locked inside a cell you know the code and have complete access to, and you can't even think about him without the concern that tony might somehow find out. he's been truthful about the babysitting; so far, each of the avengers have sat in with him, steve twice- you're sure the second time was supposed to be you, but tony is infuriating and true to his word.

every avenger but you and natasha are gone today, though, and from the looks of the folder nick fury's holding, walking down to loki's cell where natasha is, it'll be down to just you.

a few minutes later, you're reading "the night manager," when fury knocks on your door, making you look up. "you busy, l/n?" he asks, you shake your head, "have a mission for me?"

"yes. supervising loki laufeyson for the rest of the day, and preferably the night, too," he instructs, an eyebrow raising when you haven't moved from your seat, so you stand immediately, shutting your book with your finger bookmarking your page. "oh- yes, of course, sir. uh, i'll get down there now, then," you stammer, awkwardly squeezing past him in the doorway and heading to the elevator, "have a nice day, sir," you wave, nearly bumping into a plant.

you always embarrass yourself in front of the man, which probably explains your limited interactions.

you try not to think about it during the elevator ride, foot tapping on the floor as the numbers lower until it dings. natasha is standing on the other side when the doors part, eyes meeting yours the moment they do. you smile at her, squeezing her arm when she passes to replace the kiss you'd usually place on her forehead to soothe the tense muscles you're certain she has. she tells you to be careful in a whisper, unwilling to show anything to the god who is curiously examining you. the elevator hums as it closes, and you sit in the chair before the glass prison. "hello," you greet with a small smile, slightly bowing your head before opening your book and flipping to the page you left off on.

it's utterly useless, though. the words on the page are impossible to understand when you can feel his eyes on you, examining you in such a way, you're sure he already knows more about you than you do about yourself. "it's the night manager," you say softly after a few excruciating seconds, setting the book down on your lap as you meet his eyes. "it's a good book so far."

your tone is light, and you think it's part of the reason loki answers, "i have read it before. it's... not completely terrible."

"no way, i just got the god seal of approval on one of my books," you say playfully, smiling at him before going back to reading.

"i have not seen you here before," loki points out after a silent minute, and you nod in response, "that's right, i haven't gone down here since you came."

there's a dangerous smirk playing at loki's lips, walking closer to you, "is it because you're scared of me?" he asks, and you scoff softly. "you don't scare me. you are... interesting. dangerous, of course, and i don't agree with your actions, but i don't think you lash out for no good reason."

there's a heavy quiet that follows your words, your gentle stare combatting loki's suspicious one. you nearly pick up your book to resume until he speaks again. "you haven't expressed your hate for me yet," he observes, and you frown, "is that what they do? that's not very nice."

"neither am i, darling." loki replies smoothly, making you shake your head, cheeks warming against your will at the pet name. "well, i don't hate you. so i don't see a reason to do that," you point out.

loki actually looks... surprised for a split second, before his gaze sets on you, "and why is that?" he questions. you pause; you don't actually know why. surely, you should- he attempted to take over your planet and hurt your friends, but you can't bring yourself to hold any ill feeling towards him, not after hearing his brother talk so fondly of him even after all he's put him through.

"i don't know. i probably should, but i just don't," you respond in finality, trying to leave no room for the argument loki will surely bring. he quirks an eyebrow, watching as you stifle a yawn.

he surprisingly doesn't elaborate, but you're sure it was already on his tongue. your mind goes back to one of the previous things he'd said, and your frown returns, examining the god. you only realize it completely looks like you're checking him out when he smirks, cocking his head, "would you like me to do a turn?" he asks, making you flush. "no, i- i was just-"

you let out a small puff of air, attempting to convert your thoughts into one coherent sentence, "are they feeding you correctly? i know shield is supposed to be humane or whatever, but some of the agents pick and choose, and-"

"do you always ramble like this?" loki cuts you off, and you shake your head, bashful, "not usually. but i'm not usually in the presence of a god." loki smirks at that, "they haven't. but as you pointed out, i am a god. thus i need very little food."

the voice in your head that sounds strangely like tony is yelling at you to not care, because the person in front of you is evil- supposedly- and it would be highly inappropriate of you to care, but, like you usually do with tony, you ignore it, reaching into your pocket to get your phone. you type out that you're hungry to maria, doubling your usual order of food with no questions from her but full of suspicion, you're sure.

"what are you doing?" loki asks. "getting food. i'm not exactly sure what gods are supposed to eat, and it's not like i can order a whole ham or whatever, but i don't find myself loving the idea of starving prisoners."

"why?" he asks, eyes slanted and head tilted like he tends to do. contemplating his question, you shrug, "because i can't see why i shouldn't."

loki decides you're bearable.