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Falling in love with the God of Mischief was never a good idea, though, in Ragni’s defense, she never was one to do things the right way. She often wondered if her brain was broken. Why in the hell else would she be swooning over an, erm...Alien?
Space Viking?
Norse God?
Whatever.
The point was he tried to take over New York and killed a bunch of people in the process. Yet, since day fucking one since he’d arrived at Stark tower, she could not help but find herself weak at the knees at the mere sight of him.
She had only spoken to Loki a few times before she realized she needed to stay as far away from him as possible. She did anything and everything she could to avoid him. She’d even gone as far as jumping out a window.
Bottom floor, of course, but that’s not the point. The point was if she saw him, she ran.
I mean, it wasn’t like anyone would question her motives, they all avoided him as well. She figured they’d just assume she was terrified of him.
Sure. If you mean terrified of being seduced.
Or doing the seducing.
Nope. Stop that. Right now Ragni!
She knew better. She fucking knew better. There was no way. Nope.
The dark side was tempting enough without Loki being involved. She knew there would be trouble. Serious repercussions. Like seriously, she was not one to follow the rules as it was, and if not for Barton, and his serious weirdness for helping troubled women she’d be in jail. Again. Or worse.
Damn, she really needed to concentrate on her training. Throw the knives at the target.
Focus.
Right focus. Don’t focus on the space alien down the hall; way, way down the hall...
Oh shit!
Loki was walking her way with an obvious smirk, reading some papers Tony had given him before he had abruptly scurried off.
Why she had not closed the training room door upon entering she will never know.
Gotta hide, gotta hide.
She knew this was pathetic. She normally was not like this, but she could not let herself fall victim to those luscious lips, in case Loki ever allowed her to kiss them.
Or suck on them.
Or nibble them.
Fuck she’d bite them and bring blood if he wanted her to.
Mmmmm.
Dammit, Focus. Run. NOW!
Ragni quickly threw herself into the weapons closet, completely forgetting about the rack that sat for whatever fucking reason in the middle of the floor, crashing into it with a loud thud, knocking all its contents' over, dragging her along with it. She was lucky she didn’t lose a body part. There were way too many sharp objects on that rack.
“Ouch.” she hissed through gritted teeth.
Good job dumbass. He will never suspect a thing now.
Ragni peaked through the crack of the door and saw that Loki stopped and looked around confused, but otherwise shrugged his shoulders and kept on walking, not giving the noise another thought.
He was so beautiful...
FOCUS!
She had never been happier about Loki’s tendency to give zero fucks about anything, and everything.
Unless Tony forced him. Which was often, and it took her a minute to figure out why Loki would always agree to do these things when Tony was being a complete dick bag.
He enjoyed watching him squirm.
Loki never made it easy on Tony or anyone else for that matter. It was amusing, well what she had seen. It was hard to pay attention when you had to stay fifty feet away at all times, hiding in the corner, or a bush.
Although it was hard to miss Tony’s incoherent screaming and cursing, usually about Loki or something Loki did, or even sometimes in his face, while Loki would just sit there and smirk, knowing damn well he’d pushed Tony’s buttons.
He was really good at pushing Tony’s buttons. In her entire year of being there, the last six months had definitely been her favorite. Even if she did avoid him, the tower was never boring. Tony was always complaining about something Loki had done.
“God dammit Loki! Stay the hell out of my fucking office! You fucking hear me! This is your last warning!”
Last warning her ass. He said that four last warnings ago. She was pretty sure Tony had developed a secret man crush on him by this point.
Apparently, Loki had turned all the contents of his office room pink. She knew deep down Tony adored it. He was too much of a diva not too.
That’s exactly why he had been so mad. Because he'd liked it.
No, Loki never made it easy. If you wanted a favor from him, you might as well go ahead and sign away your soul because you would sure as hell be paying for it later.
Although, when it came down to the nitty gritty dangerous stuff Loki always came through. Without question. No soul required.
She’s also pretty sure that’s another reason why she had fallen in love with him. She’d seen Loki fight; far, far away of course, but there had been times where he’d saved all the Avenger’s asses at one time or another.
Did he ever get a thank you? Not once.
There was no way anyone would think she was sane if they found out how she felt about him. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she was sane, but she didn’t care.
She never claimed to be. Might as well rock it, in secret, of course, because there was no way she’d ever admit her feelings.
Ragni sighed, stepped out of the closet, and headed to her room, completely ignoring the fact she’d not picked up the weapons. Someone would clean it up.
Or not.
She needed to get away from any chance of running into Loki right now. She was holding back everything she had to not go pin his ass down, and take him where ever the hell he may be.
Right, as if he’d want a mortal anyway.
The thought was still tempting to try, but she knew Fury well enough to know that courting Loki was a terrible idea. He would go into a raging bitch fit, she could see it now.
The smoke coming out of his ears, the vein on his forehead popping out from all the screaming. Yeah, she’ll pass on an angry Fury.
Plus, as inclined for trouble as she already was, the last thing she need was a trickster god whispering suggestions in her ear.
Mmmmmm.
God dammit Focus!
Ragni had managed to avoid Loki for a few more weeks. At least until Fury had decided she needed a partner for today’s shenanigans.
“Ragni.”
“Huh?” She had been daydreaming.
“Did you even hear what I said?”
“No. I wasn’t listening.” She was way too honest for her own good sometimes.
“Pay attention.” Fury didn’t bother hiding his annoyed tone.
“Sorry.” Not sorry.
“I said, you and Loki will be teamed up today. Go ahead and begin getting suited up. We’ll be leaving within the hour.”
Her heart dropped and she could fill the panic taking over. “Lo..Loki?” she choked out. “Why do I need...”
“Because Miss. Alfson, today’s events may be more destructive than what you are familiar with. You will need him and believe me when I say, that trusting him is a huge contradiction, but Loki has proven he will have your back if you truly need it. At least for now.”
GREAT.
Ragni did what Fury asked and went to change. She slipped on her leather one-piece suit and began arming herself up with weapons. Throwing knives and daggers mostly. She also carried a large staff with a long, sharp blade at one end, and an ax blade on the other.
She twirled it around. She loved this thing, it was way too much fun to kill bad guys with.
Once they had arrived at the scene, Tony explained what everyone needed to do.
“Okay, Reindeer games, you and Shorty will go over to the left. Take out everyone you see, circle around and meet us back here.” Tony pointed to an area on the map.
“Basically, make a loop to loop.”
“I hadn’t gathered that, Anthony. Thank you for clarifying.” Loki said sarcastically.
If Tony was offended he didn’t show it.
“Shorty? Really Tony. I have a name you know.” Ragni scoffed. “I may be short, but dammit, that doesn’t mean I won’t whoop your ass.”
“You love my nickname for you,” he smiled.
Dammit, he was right.
“Fuck you, Tony.”
He just laughed. “Alright everyone, let’s get the show on the road. We have asses to kick.”
Ragni had no idea when things started going to shit. It was calm and quiet for about a minute and then the next thing she knew there were heavy explosions, screams, cries, and other horrible noises coming from both civilians and monsters.
What the hell are these things? They had a snake-head with the body of a lizard and stood to be at least 15 feet tall. What the hell went wrong when these shits' were created? Was this a fucking joke?
“Ouch.” Ragni looked down and saw blood. “Great.” She was bleeding and she had no idea from where. She was covered in blood, most were not her own.
Just then another snake-lizard creature - whatever, lunged towards her, but she whirled her staff, landing an ax blow to the head. Then another came and another.
Jesus.
She looked around and saw Loki close by, literally tearing the creatures apart with his bare hands. She wasn’t even going to comment on how hot that was. Like seriously, bare fucking hands. These things were huge!
She scolded herself for becoming distracted because that was all it took for one of the creatures to get an upper hand on her, throwing her across the battlefield with ease.
OUCH!
She lost her staff. Fuck. She also had this insane idea her daggers weren’t going to do much good but got them out anyway.
She felt lightheaded. More blood.
Fuck, just what I need.
She stood only to stagger back to the ground.
Maybe if I just lay down.
No!
Snap out of it.
She kept trying to get up, but her legs were wobbly. The snake-lizard that had thrown her just moments ago, was hurling straight towards her.
She couldn’t catch a break.
Ragni braced herself for impact, knowing damn well she wasn’t going to get out of the way in time, but just as she could feel its breath on her face, Loki grabbed it by the tail and dragged it back towards him.
The last thing she remembers is watching Loki rip the creature apart.