LokiXReader Soulmate AU

You had been working with the Avengers for three years. Shield found you at a young age and decided to make use of your abilities. You knew that they were using you, same as they used other extraordinary people for their skills and intellect, but you didn’t really mind. After all, what place did a blind psychic have in regular society?

The doctors of Shield called you a biological marvel. You came from a long line of genetic irregularities and were born with mutations of the peripheral and central nervous system. All of this resulted in an ability to influence others on a psychic level.

Of course, your blindness presented an obvious problem. Without your sight, you had no way to know when you’d found your soulmate. It’s not that people’s lives revolved solely on finding their soulmate, but it was incredibly important. Everybody knew that finding the person they were meant to be with would complete them. You’d heard numerous accounts, some from the Avengers themselves, about what it was like to encounter your soulmate.

First, the two people made contact somehow. Maybe they shook hands at a business meeting or bumped shoulders at a crowded music festival. After that first contact, the whole world turned into a paint–by-numbers activity book. Grey scale gave way to a myriad of colors, bleeding into everyday objects, making them extraordinary.

However, that wasn’t the most fantastic part. The person you got to spend the rest of your life with would be perfectly suited to you. One could live with the knowledge that they would never be alone again. They would have someone to hold, trust, protect.

You, on the other hand, knew that you would never see colors of any sort, but there was the hope that your soulmate would be smart enough to alert you of a new development such as suddenly being able to see the world in color.


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Quiet days were something you enjoyed. You sat on the main floor of the Stark tower and brushed your fingers across the thick pages of your book. Turns out Jules Verne was just as magical in Braille as in text.

Steve entered the room. What alerted you to his identity was the way he walked. Everyone carried themselves differently. His steps were steady, focused, and with enough force behind them to indicate his impressive stature.

The soldier seated himself next to you on the couch. “I’ll never get tired of how you do that.” He said, referring to the speed with which your fingers ran over the raised dots, taking in the information.

“I can sense emotions, telepathically communicate with others, and psychically influence people, but what you find interesting is my ability to read Braille?”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Hey, I’m a super soldier who’s survived an alien invasion and met two mythological gods who both have magical powers. Trust me. By this point, it’s the little things that amaze me.”

You grinned and leaned on the super soldier. “Point taken. Where’s the rest of the gang?”

“That’s actually something I needed to talk to you about. They’re on their way up, but they’re bringing someone with them.”

“Oh?” You asked lightly. Steve seemed unhappy and agitated.

The man ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. He’s a new team member, and I mean that loosely. More of a prisoner, really.”

“Does this person have a name?” You questioned with raised eyebrows.

Steve sighed and gave you a sideways glance. “It’s Loki.” He grumbled.

“Ah…” That explained the tense atmosphere of the tower’s inhabitants as of late. You weren’t involved in the Chitauri invasion, but you’d been briefed on the events (somewhat dramatically by Tony), and had met Thor on multiple occasions.

You patted Steve’s shoulder. “Should I be worried?”

“No, I just want you to be careful.”

“Of course, Steve.” You said, turning your face to the soldier. Ever since you’d arrived at Stark Tower, the Captain had taken it upon himself to look after you. He claimed that he’d always wanted a younger sibling, but you figured it was just in his nature to protect others. You appreciated his help, even though you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.

“I’m serious, _______.”

“Me too. I’ve never been anything but careful since Captain Safety started looking after me.” You said with a snort.

“Shut up.”


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“The humans are just as pathetic as I remember.”

Thor clenched his jaw but refused to reply to his brother’s comment.

“And what is this infernal device encasing us? An elevator?”

Just ignore him for a little while longer.

“Look at you, brother. Riding in their human contraptions, obeying their orders. Tell me, have you been house-broken yet?”

The elevator doors opened with a soft tone. Loki lifted his chin and stepped out of the ‘human contraption’ as regally as possible, but Thor stuck one boot in front of his brother, catching him by the ankle. Loki stumbled a few paces, righted himself, and shot a venomous look in Thor’s direction before continuing on.

The Thunder-God followed after his brother, laughing to himself. At the very least, this meeting would be interesting.

Loki entered the Avenger’s common room, stopping near the doorway. He observed its occupants, recognizing faces among the heroes he’d tried to destroy. The idea was for Loki and the Avengers to be properly acquainted in a non-violent capacity, but going by the looks he was getting, that was going to be quite a challenge.

Steve stood from his position by your side and approached the two gods.

“Loki.”

“Captain.” He replied.

The two men regarded one another tensely before Steve did something unexpected. He extended a hand to the god.

Loki’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise before he returned to his previous smirk. “What’s this?”

“A peace offering. Looks like we’re going to be spending some time together.” Steve said with a tight smile.

Loki scoffed and opened his mouth to make some other smart comment but was silenced as Thor warned him in a low voice. “Loki.”

Loki rolled his eyes and reached out to shake the Captain’s hand before looking back to his brother. “Happy now?”

The raven haired god turned back in surprise to the sound of giggling. What mortal dared make merriment at his expense?


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You laughed quietly at the exchange between Steve and Loki.  You got the gist of their conversation. It seemed to be going smoother than Steve had expected, with the exemption of Loki’s ridiculous comments.

You heard light footsteps until the god came to stand in front of you.

“And who is this?” He asked, glaring down at you darkly

You smiled, completely unaware of his theatrics. “I’d introduce myself, but Tony is about to-“

“God of Reindeer!”

“Right on time.” You muttered to yourself.

Tony launched into a long spiel about house rules, the ban on magic, and the sanctity of his mini-bar, and he pushed a bundle of clothing into Loki’s arms.

“Also, as long as Fury forces me to house and feed your megalomaniacal ass, there will be no Asgardian armor. It scuffs the leather couches.” He finished, glaring at Thor.


“Right, then.” Tony continued. “You are all free to go. I think we’ve satisfied one-eye’s expectation of a welcoming committee. Steve, I guess that means you won’t miss your time slot for preaching patriotism and justice. And Bruce, I’ll see you in the lab.”

The Avengers dispersed, leaving a bewildered Loki while you picked up 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea where you’d left off. The only people remaining were you, Steve, Thor, and Loki.

“_________.” Steve called your name.

“Yes?” You said, shutting your book once more.

“I wanted you to get a read on Loki. I’d be less worried about you if you’re able to defend yourself.”

You stood up and approached the men. Part of your power was being able to influence people with your mind. In order to do this, you had to formulate some sort of connection. This could be done in various ways, through extensive conversation, prolonged proximity, or an emotional bond. But the quickest, easiest way was ‘seeing’ them. This involved mapping out their face with your hands.

You stood in front of the god and raised your hands, palms facing outwards.

Loki took a step back, unsure of your intentions. “Do not touch me, Midgardian.” He snapped waspishly.

You took your hands away before explaining yourself. “Relax. If we’re going to be teammates, I need to read you. It helps with mentally transmitting distress signals and keeping myself safe.”

“What is this sorcery?”

“Not sorcery. I’m a psychic.” You said with a grin. “And blind, so this is kinda my version of a handshake.”

Loki glared down at you suspiciously, but seemed to relax slightly. “They let a cripple join earth’s mightiest heroes?”

Steve stepped forward to do something probably not in Loki’s best interest, but you raised a hand to stop him before turning back to Loki. “They let you join, didn’t they? Now hold still and let me do my thing.” You quipped, silencing the god.

He regarded you silently, taken aback. “Fine, read me then.” He said with a long-suffering sigh.

“Hold it together, drama queen.” You muttered and raised your hands to his face.

Loki had to stoop slightly in order for you to comfortably reach his face. You started at his high forehead, skimming his temples with the pads of your fingers. You slid your palms over his cheekbones which felt sharply pronounced under your skin. His eyes fluttered shut under your searching fingers as they traced his eyelids before trailing down the bridge of his sharp nose.

The god had all but stopped breathing. He looked into your focused eyes and thought he saw something. In the thousands of years he’d lived, he hadn’t found his soulmate. He had to listen to his brother go on and on after meeting  the human Jane Foster, but he figured that a Frostgiant labeled a criminal of war in two separate realms had little chance of finding the one person they were meant to be with. However, as you touched him, the world came to life. Your eyes were… well, he didn’t know what color they were. But they were something gorgeous. Perfect. Your skin turned rosy, you hair filled in a shining (h/c).

As your hands reached his jaw and your finger tips traced their final path over his gently parted lips, you heard Loki let out a shaky breath. You let your hands fall back by your sides.

“Well, I guess that’s it. We’re done here-“

You cut off with a squeak when you felt the god embrace you. At first, you panicked, thinking you were being attacked, but as Loki wrapped his arms around you and sighed into your hair, you realized what he was doing.

“Umm…” You stammered, patting his back awkwardly. “Yes. Okay. Why are you hugging me?”

Steve pulled Loki away from you forcefully while Thor looked on in surprise. You could feel Loki’s joy and anxiety through your new found link as well as Steve’s aggression and confusion.

Loki let Steve pull him away but kept his eyes on you. “You can’t see it can you? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- I just…”

“Can’t see what? I can’t see anything. What do you mean- oh… Oh.” You said, realization dawning on you. Could he be the one? “Let him go, Steve.” You said gently.

The Captain reluctantly released Loki, and the god rushed forward to touch you. He ran a hand through your hair, grazing his knuckles across your cheek in gentle wonder.

“What is the meaning of this, Loki?” Thor asked, though by the tone of his voice, he understood the gravity of what was occurring.

Loki pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’ve found you. I’ve finally found you. My other half, my soulmate.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch, trusting.

Steve’s jaw dropped as he observed the two of you. He threw his hands up in defeat. “Fils de salope!”