The Glorified Babysitter: LokiXReader

"Where did he come from?" you asked.

The raven haired man was sealed tighter than a tomb. He was chained to the wall, with a muzzle around his face. Darkened bruises lined his features. Furious green eyes watched the camera in the corner. He may have been a nice man if he hadn't been sealed away the way he had been. You had been selected by Tony Stark himself to serve as his aid. You were to just take care of him, feed him, guide him to the showers (where guards would watch at all times. That was an awkward thought), and provide company until the Avengers could decide what to do with him – seeing as he had just tried to take over the world and was banished from his home until he could redeem himself in his father's eyes.

"Well, when mommy and a daddy have marital problems that includes secretive adoption," Tony said, "One of the sons decides to throw himself off a rainbow bridge and tries to take over another planet."

You blinked. Right. Rainbow Bridge meant the Bio-Frost. You swallowed nervously. So you would be living on the floor with this man – this Loki. He only tried to take over the world. You wanted to hit yourself. Why? Oh why did you have to agree to this internship? Oh, right. You needed the money. As a poor starving college student, you had jumped at the first opportunity for a job. You had been delighted that it was Tony Stark – Iron Man. Now, you weren't so sure you were lucky. You were pretty sure that someone up there was laughing. Fate and Irony were toasting wine glasses while they waited for Life to pop the popcorn so they could watch as you tried and failed to… Befriend a God? Yeah, you were screwed.

But, a job was a job. You had to do this. You needed this money and Tony knew it as well as you did so you couldn't exactly say no to the man. So with the best stony face you could muster, you picked up the tray and took a deep breath. Tony watched with amusement dancing in his eyes. At least he thought something was funny. You were pretty sure you were walking into your end by doing this. You straightened your back and stood tall, pretending like everything was okay, when really you felt like you were about to melt under the pressure that you were being forced under. You wanted to go home, crawl under the bed sheets with a tub of ice cream and not come out for a month or so. That would help you forget about the whole ordeal.

"Don't worry, kiddo. If anything happens, we'll be there real quick. Just remember, no hickies!"

You rounded on him with a horror-struck look upon your face but before you could say anything, he beamed a million watt smile. With that, he pushed you through the doorway and the next thing you knew, you were in the cell with Loki – God of Mischief. The man looked at you darkly, swearing death to you. You exhaled a shuddery breath. You set the tray down when the doors sealed behind you. You would be locked in from behind, trapped with the mad man until you could get him to talk about why it was that he tried to take over the world. It would be easy – real piece of cake, right? Superheroes were watching over you, right at that moment, ready to jump in if he tried anything to hurt you. Why didn't that thought make you feel any better? Oh, yeah, you were in the room with the psychopath.

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Three weeks. You had been going to Loki's floor for three weeks. He had yet to say a word to you, though you chattered incessantly. You had taken the muzzle off of him, after asking Tony if it were okay. All Loki did was glare at you. You followed your orders and tried your best to prove to him that you really were trying to befriend him. Thor said that if Loki wanted you dead, you would have been already so it counted for something. You weren't sure if that was supposed to soothe you or make you even more anxious. If Loki didn't want you dead, then what did he want from you? You sighed to yourself as you walked over to the glass door.

You smiled at the S.H.I.E.L.D agent at the door. He had been so good to you since you had started working for Tony. He had recently been wounded and was now staying with Stark for a little less 'tedious' work under orders of Director Fury himself. He was a pleasant enough man, with patience like the Gods themselves. He had to have patience if he was to work under Tony. There were times when you wanted to throttle the billionaire playboy. Yet, you continued to work for him. Your internship was only so long. You had another two months and one week left before you would go back to your normal life.

"I was unaware that you were on your feet once more, son of Coul."

You jumped in alarm and spun around. Loki was now standing free of all his chains and the muzzle. This was the first thing you had heard him say since you were locked in on his floor. You hadn't even seen him get out of the chains. This only made you more aware of how dangerous the situation was for you. Loki walked over to you, touching your side as if it were his god given right. Seeing as he was a god, he probably gave himself the right. You brought your hand up to your mouth to disguise the squeak of fear that escaped your lips, though the God heard it all the same and smirked. He did love causing mischief, even though this was low-level teasing, but it provided him some form of entertainment as he plotted a way to escape.

"Must have slipped my mind," Coulson admitted. "You knew I wasn't too bad off anyways so it doesn't matter."

"Wait, what?" you interrupted, "How would he know you survived?"

Loki leaned close to your ear and you tensed. His lips teased the shell. Could this be considered sexual harassment? He wasn't very well one of your co-workers. What would you say to the therapist that you knew you would need after this job was over? I was harassed by the God of Mischief? Yeah, they would lock you away as soon as the words tumbled out of your mouth. Loki seemed to realize this so he held you closer to his person, your back now pressed against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding underneath his leather outfit and your uniform. Coulson's lips pursed in dislike for the God who held you like a lover.

"I do not miss my target," Loki whispered with a smirk, "If I had meant to see the death of the son of Coul, he would be dead."

Coulson inclined his head when you looked back at him, frowning. Phil? Dead? The thought sent a pang through your being. The agent merely shrugged, as if this sort of thing occurred on a regular basis. These agents were insane. How was almost dying something they could just shrug off? You loved your country as much as anyone else but dying seemed a bit extreme. What point would dying have if you could have made something better in the future if you hadn't been brutally murdered at the hands of a psychopath. And you were in the arms of one such insane villain. You really, really wished you had reconsidered your agreement to the internship. Was it too late to go to the other company that offered you less for a little bit more mundane paperwork and phone answering? Yes? That wasn't fair.

"I thought you had been told nothing vital was hit."

Now your panicked eyes widened. The God of Mischief shrugged, so very uncaring. He probably relished in the fact that he had the power to kill you with the single twist of his wrist and you could do nothing to stop him. Phil could do nothing but watch him because only Tony had the access code to open those double glass paneled doors. Plus, they were bullet proof. Why did the genius have to be too good at his job? Never before had you wanted a hero before in your entire life, but yet, you were still alive. And still Loki held you in his arms, like a doll he was unwilling to let go of. Yet, he made no moves to show this so acclaimed 'true power' of his.

"Some mortals must be left alive to rule," Loki said, "Otherwise, I would lead a very dull Kingdom."

"Congratulations, Agent," a new voice said, "You've impressed the God of Lies."

You could see Tony through the glass door as well. He was wearing his Iron Man suit. Did he expect Loki to actually fight him? You swallowed thickly in apprehension. Slowly you closed her eyes, waiting for the worst but Loki let you go and slunk back further into the apartment, out of Iron Man's views, though not out of Jarvis'. You really appreciated the AI because he was really all the company you had the last few weeks, aside from a God who wanted nothing to do with you and made no efforts to keep that desire hidden from you. What was Tony thinking letting you live with the God of Lies of all well, Gods? You would have rather have listened to Thor chatter on about his obsession with Earthly things that he now had a fascination for.

"Hey, kiddo, how you doing?"

You gave him an incredulous look.