His royal wife /// Loki and y/n · Y/n story by @fanficreaderr

The digital clock on the wall of the Avengers Tower common room reads 1:58 AM. The space is lit only by the dim, ambient glow of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the soft blue light from the holographic displays Tony left idling.

Tony Stark

voice crackling over the intercom Point Break. Common room. Now. And bring your… you know. The quieter one.

A few minutes later, the elevator doors slide open with a soft chime. Thor Odinson strides in, his red cloak swept over one shoulder, his expression one of cheerful confusion. Loki Laufeyson follows a step behind, dressed in simple, dark Midgardian clothes, his hands tucked into his pockets. He looks… placid. His eyes scan the assembled, wary Avengers with a detached, almost amused calm.

Thor Odinson

Friends! You summon us at this hour? Has a new foe arisen? booming

Tony Stark

Not a foe. More of a… curiosity. Take a seat. Both of you.

Thor claps Loki on the shoulder, guiding him to the large sectional sofa. Loki sits, crossing one leg over the other, his posture relaxed. He doesn’t fidget. He doesn’t smirk. He simply waits, a look of quiet contentment softening the usual sharp angles of his face.