Loki X Stiles

@EllaWalker286  suggested this one and i really hope you like it, in case you couldn't tell i avoid writing too much dialogue at all costs so hopefully this is still good! let me know what you think <3 

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One of the scariest moments of Stiles' life was when he thought he had lost his dad. They had gone out to defeat the new big bad in Beacon Hills and the sheriff had insisted on coming along to make sure that his son wasn't overworking himself while being injured. Stiles tried to downplay it by saying it was just a small scratch, but his dad had seen the cut from his shoulder to the other side of his lower back while he was changing, and this was the only way to get Noah to let him leave the house.

The sheriff no longer trusted the pack to protect his son as they had all been treating him differently for months now, no matter how much Stiles tried to defend them to him. What no one saw coming was the creature going straight for Noah in the middle of the fight. The wolves couldn't get there on time and Stiles could no longer think as he saw his dad drop to the floor with blood pooling around him.

Suddenly the supposedly human teenager saw nothing but a red blur, as his vision came back, he was kneeling on the floor and the creature was dead. He didn't have time to think about it long before he rushed to his dad's side, only to find him completely healed. He checked him over completely and couldn't believe his eyes, he tried to look at his friends to confirm he wasn't going crazy, but they all looked back at him with horrified expressions.

"What?!" he yelled, scared "Stiles what the hell was that?" Scott asked angrily, leaving the boy even more confused than before "some type of energy came out of you and your eyes turned purple" Liam explained, slight fear in his voice "you killed that guy, and you healed your dad somehow" the youngest of them continued "that's-that's not possible" suddenly he was pushed against a tree with a hand around his throat "how did you do that?" Scott asked, pushing him further into the wood.

"I don't know, I swear!" he pleaded "you still have powers from the Nogitsune. You're still Void! How could you hide this from us!?" he shook his head as best he could with the strong grip on his neck "I'm not! I would tell you. I have no idea where that came from!" he begged his best friend to believe him "it doesn't matter if you didn't know, you still have at least some part of void in you and you're a danger to this pack. I won't let you be responsible for the death of another person I care about. I want you to leave this pack and this town, if I see you again, I will kill you this time"

Tears formed in his eyes as who he thought was his best friend threatened him "Scott, please-" he pushed against the tree one last time before the alpha walked away without another word. As the pack left his eyesight, he ran back towards the one person he knew would always care about him "Dad! Are you okay!?" he asked, needing to be completely certain "I'm fine son, not a scratch on me" he told him, confusion in his voice.

The sheriff wrapped his son in a firm hug "Stiles, I love you so much and that will never change, but you have to leave" he pulled away quickly with a hurt look on his face "dad, not you too, please. I'm still me, I swear" his dad shook his head quickly and pulled him back into his arms "I know son, don't worry. You will always be my Stiles, no matter what powers you have but you have to leave. Scott will come after you and I can't lose you, you're the only person I have left. You need to go to New York and stay with your Uncle Clint, he can help you control your powers if they start to develop. I promise I love you and I don't think differently of you, I just want you to be safe."

Three days later Stiles had all his bags packed and he left to stay with his uncle. After two weeks of settling in, Stiles met the rest of the avengers and totally didn't fanboy, nope, not at all. Ever since the first time his powers had shown themselves, they would go off randomly any time he felt strong emotions. He couldn't control them at all, and he was terrified of them. He couldn't get Scott's words out of his head; he didn't want the worst thing that ever happened to him to leave him with something. He wanted void to be completely in his past, he didn't want to hurt anyone again.

He was somehow able to hide his powers from everyone at the tower for the first month he was there. He had tried his best to keep calm whenever someone else was in the room and the rest of the time he kept mostly to himself in the room his uncle let him stay in. His dad had told him that the Avengers could help him with control but he couldn't stand anyone else thinking he was a monster, he needed to hide it as long as possible and he was succeeding until he got a phone call that changed everything.

The team had a tradition to do weekly movie nights whenever they weren't on mission so that they could destress all together in a safe space. It was during those nights that Stiles actually let himself not think about anyone or anything from Beacon Hills, he would just enjoy the company of his uncle and his new friends without any stress. Unfortunately that backfired tonight when his phone started to ring, he hadn't gotten a call from anyone in the past month so he was quick to reach for it, his shock clear as he read the caller ID.

The team all gave him concerned looks but he answered before any of them could question him. "Scott?" he asked in a quiet voice, scared that his dad might be hurt "Stiles I need you to help with something" it took him a minute to process his relief at the casual tone of voice that clearly meant no one he cared about was hurt, but as he registered the words he grew more confused "what do you mean you need help? With what?" he asked but the answer he got made his blood boil "we need you to research something for us, we've been trying to figure out what the hell is hurting people right now but none of us could."

"why the fuck would I help you?" he couldn't help but ask, slightly incredulously at the nerve of his former best friend to be asking him for a favour after everything. "because you owe us, we saved your ass multiple times in the past and we didn't kill you on the spot when we saw what you did to that poor creature in the woods" he stated as if it was obvious "that poor creature?! That thing almost killed my dad Scott! I saved your sorry ass more times than I can count and you barely gave a fuck what happened to me or my dad in the process. You kicked me out of my home, you told me that you would kill me if you ever saw me again because in defending you and saving my dad I did something that I had no control over and now you think that after A MONTH you can just call me and bully me into helping you!? Yeah, never gonna happen Scott. Go fuck yourself"

As angry as he tried to sound in the argument, there were tears streaming down his face as he realized just how little someone he loved so much, cared about him. He hung up the phone and threw it across the room. In his anger he didn't see everyone staring at him with varying levels of shock and sadness written across their faces. As he looked up and realized that he had just outed his secret, he started to panic and suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. He felt his powers start to flow through him as he took in everyones expression, he tried to surpress it once again but he couldn't.

Clint tried to approach his nephew, hopefully to calm him down but he took a surprised step back as multiple things in the room started breaking at once. He refocused and kneeled in front of Stiles, taking his hand and putting it over his own chest "come on Stiles, just follow my breaths. You can do this, just breath kid" it took some time but eventually he got him to calm down and he fell asleep almost immediately from exhaustion. The archer brought him to bed and layed him down before returning to the room where everyone was.

"we need to call someone who can help him learn control" he stated instantly, knowing that his friends would understand how the teenager must feel right now. "I would say me but it the energy from his magic is different than mine, I don't know if I would be able to help him" Wanda told him regretfully, he only nodded in reply and looked to the person sitting across from her "Thor, do you think your brother could help at all?" They all looked hesitant at the suggestion but chose to keep quiet as it may be the only option "Loki knows of almost all magic there is, he is trying to be better. This might be good for both of them" he agreed and left soon after to discuss with his brother.

Withing a week of that happening Loki was at the Avengers tower and being introduced to young Stiles. Clint decided to leave them alone together so that his nephew could talk freely without the worry of someone else in the room. Stiles had been hesitant to even go near the team after the situation, but he knew who Loki was and what he had done so he knew there would be no judgement from him.

"So, Stiles, your uncle tells me you've come into some new powers recently" he nods reluctantly before starting to explain, deciding that the blunt truth would be best in this situation "yeah, um, so a while ago I was possessed by an evil fox spirit called the Nogitsune. I thought that he was completely gone but I guess some of his powers stayed with me and got activated when I thought my dad was gonna die. Ever since then I haven't really been able to control them, Uncle Clint said you would be able to help me"

The trickster god nodded at the explanation before replying "do you mind if I try something?" he shook his head in answer and Loki walked closer to him "you're not going to feel anything but I'm going to try and figure out what kind of powers you have exactly" a faint green light appeared around Stiles as the newly reformed villain moved his hands around him for a few seconds. He let out a little gasp as he finished which made the teenager extremely nervous "what?" he asked quickly, getting slightly calmer as he saw the small smile he got in return.

"Well young Stiles, I can tell you that this is definitely not something the Nogitsune left behind although it is something that is related to fox spirits. You are what's called a Spark, this means that you were born with these powers but without the proper training they were dormant until they felt like they were needed. Your magic is slightly sentient in a way, it was woken up at the great pain you felt when losing your father and now it can no longer go back to sleep. It won't be easy, but I can train you to work with your spark so that you can understand each other. Right now, it perceives any strong emotion as if you were in danger and it reacts, while training you will be able to form a bond together and you will have much more control over your powers. There hasn't been a spark on this earth in hundreds of years, you should see this as a gift, not a burden."

He scoffed at that "right, what a great gift it was to lose every single person I care about because they were scared of this thing inside of me" he rubbed at his face to stop any strong emotions from coming to the surface "if they exiled you for who you are, then they were never really your friends" the god replied honestly with a genuine, soft smile on his face that he never showed to anyone. He didn't know what it was about Stiles, but every instinct in his body was drawing him to protect him at all costs.

In the following months the two spent hours together every single day, sometimes they wouldn't even be training, just enjoying each other's company. They grew closer and closer over time, until they were practically inseparable. The Avengers could not see one without the other being right next to them, though at some point they got used to it and were just happy to finally see Stiles happy. Clint hadn't heard his nephew genuinely laugh in so long until he walked into a training session and saw Loki on the floor with green hair and Stiles trying to stop laughing long enough to apologize to him.

After three months of constant training, Stiles had finally gained a good amount of control over his powers. They were currently alone in the tower while the rest of the team went on a mission, Loki was trying to get Stiles to do a series of challenges with his powers and they had been working on it for two hours already "come on, can we please take a break? I'm never gonna get this" Stiles asked defeatedly, but Loki just shook his head in reply "you can do this Sti, just concentrate"

He sighed but listened and tried again, finally succeeding. He got so excited that he jumped straight into the god's arms "I did it!" he screamed happily as Loki held onto him tightly and spun him around for fun, not afraid to show this side of him to Stiles after so much time together. Stiles hugged him tighter and thanked him many times before pulling away slightly, without even thinking about his actions he grabbed the older man's face and kissed him.

He hadn't even realized how strongly he felt for the man in front of him until he kissed him, they had gotten so close during his training that he felt so comfortable and safe around him. He pulled away after a few seconds and backed up slightly with his hand covering his mouth "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Loki" he tried to apologize but was quickly brought into another hug.

"There is nothing to apologize for my little fox, I care about you more than I thought possible, and I've wanted to do that for a long time, but I think it's best that we wait. You are still not 18 and I am what would be equivalent to 23 in earth years. I would like for you to finish your training and learn to control your spark in the next few months and then, if you still feel the same of course, we could be something more. You will be 18 by then and I will not be a distraction from your training." He told him sincerely with a hand on his cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

Stiles agrees and they spend the next two months continuing their training, but also getting even closer as time went on. They would spend countless nights staying up and just talking about what they've been through. They would also exchange small forms of affection in passing, never going too far. Cuddling while watching movies, falling asleep together after one of their long talks and ending up tangled together by morning.

When Stiles would master a new skill Loki would kiss him on the forehead and tell him how proud he was of him, that was secretly one of the reasons Stiles would try so hard during training, he loved those moments. They would share a kiss on the cheek when walking near each other or even at random moments, the team had realized it more than once but after a very terrifying glare from the god of mischief, they all decided against asking about it.

Stiles had even told his uncle all about them and how much he cared for the older man, Clint was hesitant at first, but he warmed up to it when he saw the smile on Stiles' face whenever he talked about him. He did, however, have a long talk with Loki about hurting his nephew afterwards, not that the teenager knew anything about it. They would also comfort each other after a particularly bad day, sometimes after a nightmare, sometimes just because.

It was about the night before his eighteenth birthday when Stiles got a call while Loki had been sent to help with a situation on Asgard. He was surprised to say the least, but he answered nevertheless "hello?" he questioned right as the line connected "hey Stiles, I just went back to Beacon and they told me what happened, I asked your dad about you, and he said you were in New York with your uncle now. I'm actually in the city right now and I wanted to check up on you, can I come see you?"

He was actually relieved to hear at least one person from his past still cared about him as much as he did so he agreed quickly and told him to meet him at the tower. After a long and funny conversation about why he was in the Avengers tower they hung up and not long after Stiles heard the elevator beep, signaling someone had come up. He looked up with a big smile at the familiar face and rushed to hug him.

"God, I missed you Sourwolf" he said with a small laugh. They sat on the couch and Stiles explained what had happened in more detail and told the wolf what he's done since then "I think you'll be happy to know that I punched Scott in the face when he tried to convince me that he was right to kick you out of town" he let out a loud laugh at that "oh my god, that makes me so much happier than you could ever imagine" he replied while still laughing.

They talked for a while about anything and everything they could think of telling each other, reminiscing about the days before Derek left. They shared many laughs and a very large amount of complaints about Scott before Derek got a call from one of his new pack members and told Stiles that he had to leave. Derek told him that him and Isaac found each other again after a few years and that they both enjoy coming to New York from time to time. He promised to bring him over the next time he's in town.

They shared a long hug, missing the comfort that they brought each other. "don't be a stranger Sourwolf" he told him seriously and Derek gave him a rare smile as he promised to keep in contact, before leaving they shared a short kiss, leaning their foreheads together at the end. Stiles didn't realize until after the elevator door shut that there was someone else in the room. He turned around quickly to find Loki looking at him with hurt in his eyes and a guarded expression that he only ever used with the other members of the team.

"Loki-" he started but was quickly cut off "no need to explain Stiles, I was wrong to expect you to wait so long. I was hoping to surprise you on your birthday, but I see that I was too late, things usually tend to not go my way, so I should've expected this to be the same. I really am happy for you, although I think I should leav-" before he could turn around Stiles ran up to him and grabbed his arm "no no no, it's not what you think, please let me explain"

Loki wouldn't even meet his eyes, so Stiles was quick to start explaining himself "I swear it wasn't what it looked like! That was Derek, we were friends a long time ago when I still lived in Beacon Hills. Me and him dated for a while but he was leaving, and we decided it would be best not to be together, it was a mutual breakup and we stayed in contact on and off afterwards. He heard about what happened and he wanted to come check up on me, we were talking about all the good times we had together but we also talked about how even though we still both love each other so much, it's not at all the same love it used to be. There is nothing romantic between us anymore I swear to you, that kiss meant nothing to either of us. He was just saying goodbye because we don't know when we're gonna see each other again. You have absolutely nothing to worry about." He realized that he had started to babble and overexplain a bit, so he took a breath and looked up again.

"Please believe me" he finished desperately, and Loki finally looked at him for the first time since the kiss "I believe you" he said simply and Stiles pulled him into a tight hug, breathing a sigh of relief when it was returned "I'm sorry" he told him, even though he had already gotten confirmation that Loki trusted what he told him "I'm sorry for assuming" he replied as he let go of the embrace, only to put his hand on the younger man's cheek with a gentle smile.

"Happy Birthday" he told him as the time changed to midnight, before pulling him into a long kiss where they both smiled against each other's lips. Stiles had finally turned eighteen and his training had been officially over a few weeks ago so they had nothing stopping them from finally being together. "I love you" Stiles whispered as they separated for a breath "I love you more my little fox" he replied as he pulled him back in for another kiss, much more passionate than the last.