Loki Laufeyson

agent-romanoff:

What was this guy’s problem? No matter how much she tried, she failed at hiding how amused she was at this conversation he seemed to be having entirely on his own. A smirk on her lips, her eyebrows quirked up and she folded her arms across her chest. “It’s… fine.” Her smirk grew wider. “Really, groveling isn’t attractive.” From the look on his face, she could tell he didn’t exactly appreciate that comment which amused her all the more.

As he pushed passed her, she stepped aside a bit and gave him a curious look. Her eyes followed him and she almost turned to continue towards her office before stopping. “You know, I’d listen to anyone’s nonsense if they bought me a drink. But…” she paused for a moment and bit down gently on the corner of her bottom lip. That was one of her tics. She looked him up and down and shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Well, you’d probably end up spilling it on me, anyway.” She hoisted the bag up her shoulder again and turned to make her way down the hall. 

He was pretty intent on leaving and heading home before she mentioned a drink. He slowed his walk a little bit and had come to a full halt at the last sentence. He made an ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ completely unimpressed face before raising an eyebrow and turning to face her again. “I beg your pardon?” He narrowed his eyes at her as she seemed to continue down the hall.

“Hey!” He called after her and started in her direction. This was also a dumb idea, he should have just ignored it and headed ‘home’. “Excuse me…” He almost snarled. He stopped moving and stared at her. “One; doctor, steady hands. Two; you don’t even know me, maybe if I did spill a drink, it would be on purpose. And three; I could easily drink you into the ground…” The last part should have definitely been left out… But he said it anyway. Though it could have easily been worse. There was something else he wanted to add, but figured the drink thing might be enough before he got himself into some trouble.

agent-romanoff:

Watching him gather up his things, hearing that snarky little tone in his voice, Natasha was already admittedly very bored. The large dufflebag on her shoulder had slid down her arm when they collided and she was more than just a bit perturbed by it. Hoisting the bag back up, their eyes finally met. It was apparent that he hadn’t known exactly who he’d bumped into until now and the way he apologized and stiffened up made Natasha smirk. Most of these lower ranked agents and employees were the same. They shied away when they saw her coming. The reasons why they were intimidated by her were mostly rumor. Though she was a fierce warrior, Natasha considered herself to be approachable. But she would never correct the things whispered about her around the workplace because respect was hardly an easy thing to come by.  

Her eyes narrowed at him for a moment, her body rigid. He looked as though he’d had a long day, so she decided not to give him too hard a time. “It’s… fine.” she finally said to break the rather awkward silence that had been festering in the otherwise empty hallway. She looked at the phone in his hand pointedly. “I hope it’s not broken.” Her tone now was much more at ease and far less irritated. 

He stared her in the eyes, almost curiously until she spoke again. He looked down at the phone in his hand and turned it over once or twice. It didn’t seem damaged. “I, think it’s fine..” He tucked it into his pocket and looked back up at her. “Uh… Sorry, again,” he scratched the back of his head, partially ruffling the curls on his head. “I am sure you have better things to do with your time than sit here listening to me,” he gave her a half of a nod, almost a bow. When his eyes were out of her line of sight, he rolled them. What a stupid, stupid waste of time. He should just kidnap the woman force any information he wanted out of her… But no, that would only end badly.

“I won’t waste any more of your time then,” he may have accidentally let out a bit more snark than he intended, But, he sort of shuffled past her in an attempt to leave before anything else was said. He was tired and didn’t want to slip up. His lip curling into an annoyed snarl as he walked. He needed a damned good rest after today.

agent-romanoff:

It had certainly been an eventful past few months for Natasha. After the blow up at Stark Industries while she was under cover and the incident at the Stark Expo, she was finally back at SHIELD and working with the Avengers where she felt like she belonged. Granted, things hadn’t exactly calmed down. Asgardians had been raining from the sky and Fury desperately wanted Bruce Banner detained. So much so that he and Coulson sent in Iron Man himself to get the job done. 

To the surprise of everyone in the office, their mission had been successful and they now had a fully functional Avengers team. Natasha had struck up a close friendship, oddly enough, with Thor. No one was more shocked with it than Natasha herself, as she had deemed him the second biggest douchebag in all nine realms. Right behind Mr. Stark, naturally. But after many long missions together, their bond had become one of the team’s strongest. 

With all the new responsibility SHIELD had taken on, they were approved for a higher staff budget and thus Fury went on a hiring spree. Natasha never could bring herself to take an active interest in these new agents. There were far too many to keep track of lately. Medics, liaisons, PR and field agents. As long as they did their jobs well and stayed out of her way, she could not have cared less. 

On this particular afternoon, Natasha had been thrust right into the thick of the newest batch of SHIELD agents. Maria Hill, usually in charge of handling such matters, was out on medical leave after being injured during a mission. So it was up to Natasha to train the new recruits. And she was a hard-ass, to put it lightly. If these agents wanted to be apart of the most important government protection agency in the world, Natasha would make sure they were good enough to be there. After working them relentlessly in the training facility outside of HQ for hours on end, they were finally dismissed. As she was heading back over towards her office, Natasha was approached by Steve Rogers, someone who held much intrigue for her given his past and all he’d seen. She especially loved to hear his accounts on the events of World War 2 and his personal fight against Hydra and the Red Skull.

Hydra was an organization Natasha herself was quite familiar with, so his knowledge was always welcomed. Lately he’d spoken much about the Cosmic Cube that SHIELD housed in the lower, most secretive section of the entire facility. Natasha knew next to nothing about the device save for the fact that it held great power, but found it fascinating none the less. “Captain Rogers.” she greeted him with a warm smile. He passed by, obviously in a hurry but gave her a pat on the back. “Don’t work them too hard, Miss Romanoff. They need to be at least half-alive to see battle.” She smirked, waving a hand dismissively. “Only the best, that’s my motto.” 

Despite the facility being smack dab in the middle of New York City, it was absolutely massive. The trek back to her office was a long one and by the time she reached the main building, she was definitely ready to head home. Or at least somewhere with a surplus of vodka. As her mind wandered to that very thought, she quite simply lost herself in it. Perhaps a relaxing bubble bath later? Candle-lit… music… 

Just as she could nearly feel the warm water pour over her, she was abruptly thrown back into the present time. Her body crashed into someone else who must have been paying as little attention to where they were going as she was. She reached out and grasped at the wall to keep from falling back, getting her bearings. Her eyes shot up to look at the tall man before her. Giving him a quick look-over, she could see he was a SHIELD medic, though she’d never seen him before herself. And if she had, he was a man completely forgettable. “Perhaps you should watch where you’re going in the future, hmm?” She was far too tired and annoyed to be polite. Pleasantries required patience… and probably good people skills as well. And despite the difference in height, she still managed to stare down the medic with that glare that would kill if looks could do such a thing. 

He was walking, head facing down as he stared at a cell phone in his hand. Deleting messages that were left for him that were not useful or old. The little device had taken forever to learn, but once he had gotten the hang of it, it was a breeze. He hadn’t been watching where he was walking, he didn’t think it was a big deal, the halls were never really as cluttered to worry about tripping on anything. So he had not expected to slam straight into another person. Clearly they were both not paying attention…

He’d stumbled back a bit. The collision resulting in his phone dropping as well as his suitcase, contents spilling onto the floor. When he recovered, he looked around at his things on the floor and scowled. He hadn’t really taken notice to whom he had walked into, but he heard her words. He rolled his eyes and started to quickly gather up all of the papers that fell from his suitcase. “Seems I’m not the only one who needs to watch where I am going.” his tone very clearly irritated.

When he finally looked up at the woman he almost froze. He recognized her instantly. Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow of the Avengers. He wanted to grin at her, but had to hold it back. It would have been, out of his character to do so. He raised his eyebrows and adjusted his glasses quickly before standing back up straight. “Miss Romanoff, I am so sorry… I wasn’t aware it was you…” Ugh, he hated the sound of the apology as soon as it rolled off of his tongue.

This was a fantastic situation that could either go horribly wrong or work amazingly in his favour. He strongly hoped the latter.

After his fall to Earth, he had taken time to adjust and pick up on Human life. Day to day, he watched and studied. He stuck close by SHIELD in the process. When he learned of the Cosmic Cube he decided to make it his goal to infiltrate SHIELD without a soul knowing, and make off with the cube himself. If done correctly, no one would ever see it coming, and no one would be able to stop him.

He had taken the disguise of a doctor, and had applied to be hired on the medical staff for SHIELD. If that wouldn’t work, he would try another disguise and apply again. And if all else failed, he could take an existing agent’s place. But, to his luck he was hired on. His disguise? He came in as a neatly dressed, curly haired blond, glasses wearing, blue-grey eyed, sort of stereo typical successful doctor. Cover name? Gabriel Eriksson. And the disguise worked like a charm. Granted no one from SHIELD had ever seen Loki before, so he could have even walked in looking like himself. Though with Thor around, this was not a good idea.

In the process of adjusting to SHIELD and all of the work they decided to load on him he was getting frustrated. He was not expecting to be getting so much paper work, he was on the medical team… But apparently everyone just liked to torture the newbie. Oh well, they’d likely all get what’s coming to them in the future.

He kept an eye on things inside for weeks. Quietly watching the comings and goings of the Avengers. He had been confronted by Thor in the hall at one point. Thor was convinced he looked familiar, and of course to keep his cover, Loki played up the confusion and frightened look that most had when being confronted by the God of Thunder. While Gabriel knew nothing of what Thor babbled about, Loki was laughing on the inside. How could Thor buy this? Was he really that dense? If this situation were flipped he would have figured it out in a heartbeat.

Back where he had been staying Loki had saved a large amount of notes and information he’d slowly gathered. Of course he had it all very well hidden, in case his co-workers decided to visit him or invite him out. Which he greatly disliked, but had to comply with in order to keep up a proper cover. He pulled maps and basic floor plans from the computer systems and basic profiles on various agents. The Avengers details were harder to get into with limited clearance. He would need to try to get to know them on a personal level. There was so much more to learn about a person by knowing them, than what could be captured in reading various statistics.

He was irritated with the fact that he was never a part of the team that was assigned to actually looking after the Avengers after a battle. He had always gotten stuck patching up the lesser agents, some of whom liked to talk… a lot. He was waiting for the time when he could be on the higher up team. He had to be close, he’d gotten praise regularly from others on his own team. Perhaps a small promotion would come soon?

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He adjusted his glasses while staring at a computer screen. The stupid thing was starting to give him a head ache. He leaned back in his chair, slipped his fingers under the rim of the glasses and rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t getting anything new today, he should probably just leave for the rest of the day. Maybe that was a good idea. He’d gather his things up and head out, no one would notice if he left a little bit early, would they?

He shut off the screen to his computer and gathered all of his papers he had out in front of him, shoved them neatly into his suitcase and left the room. He remembered getting lost in the building the first ‘tour’ he had been given. He shook his head, and couldn’t wait to go sit on something more comfortable than those awful office chairs.