melodyskylark

You and Loki were cuddled under his heavy blanket after a night of romantic passion. No one had seen you and him sneak into the palace after skinny dipping, nor had they noticed the way the two of you had been all over each other all night. Sneaking around was half the fun. You knew well, because you two had been doing it for months. This morning was nice. You normally had errands to run and Loki had royal business to do, before you could see each other in the evenings, but Loki managed to get you the day off and he was just going to stay in bed, holding onto you. You absolutely loved it, your head on his chest, and his arm around you. R

“So…you’re a Stark?” Clint asked as you set on the couch, surrounded by all the Avengers just staring at you, well, minus your brother, who was busy mixing drink. You smiled and nodded at the archer. Tony had wanted to keep you out of the limelight and away from the Avengers for as long as he could, but it was kind of easy to find them, seeing as they lived in a giant skyscraper in New York that used to say Stark on it. “This isn’t going to be Game of Thrones, is it?” Natasha asked. “Because I don’t think that ended well for them.” “Ah shush!” Steve said. “I just

Yawning, you made your way through the long corridors of Stark Tower in search of the kitchen. Sure it was three o'clock in the afternoon but that doesn't mean you can't be tired right? When you opened the door you saw a small black cat on the counter trying to get into a box of cereal. It's head perked up when it heard you enter and it looked terrified. You rubbed your eyes, unsure whether the lack of sleep was becoming a hallucinogenic or if Tony needed to upgrade his security. Wait... How did it get in the elevator? How did it hit the goddamn buttons? "Uhh, JARVIS? Is... Is there a cat in the kitchen?" You stumbled over your words still

It had been a couple of months since you had first resided in Stark tower, the reason being that you were quite good friends with Tony Stark. That  and  recently he just happened to burn down your house. He burnt down your  entire  house with one of his stupid suits, which said building was currently being rebuilt. Your time living here had betrothed to you whom you would now refer to be your closest friends, such as Thor, Natasha, Bruce and even  Loki. To be honest you were quite great friends with them all. As you had seen them all in action when they were on television preventing Loki from blowing up New York, you vowed to yourself to  n

It was the middle of the night and you were fast asleep, well you had been until you were woken up by a loud crash. You sat bolt upright with a start. Cautiously you grabbed your phone, turning it on so it illuminated the room. You glanced around, everything seemed normal so the noise must have come from outside. Slowly you crept out of bed and headed over to the door. You kept your phone out in front of you to light your way but you saw nothing unusual until you stepped outside. Much to your surprise you saw none other than Loki Laufeyson lying on the pavement. He’d curled in on himself and his eyes were squeezed shut. His damp hair

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon at Stark Towers, the type where you do nothing of any importance and just spend the entire day lounging around. You were lying on your bed reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone for the millionth time as you had been for the rest of the day. You were about to start the next chapter when there was a quiet knock at your door. “(Y/n),” A voice you recognised as Loki’s whispered. You smiled to yourself as you swung yourself off the bed and walked over to the door. Ever since Loki had started living at Stark Towers (much to the annoyance of everybody else) you had become quite good fri

You sat on the floor of the living room of Stark Towers plaiting your hair into small braids. It was getting dark and you’d just washed your hair, you were now braiding it so that it would go curly in the morning. You didn’t know where anybody else was, well actually that wasn’t true, you were fairly certain that Bruce and Tony were working in the lab and the Steve was in the training room, but the tower was still unusually quiet. “What are you doing?” You jumped slightly at the voice but then turned around to see Loki standing in the doorway, “Braiding my hair,” You replied astutely. Loki nodded

You were lying across the sofa at Stark Towers eating a chocolate orange while watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Just as Hermione punched Draco Nat walked into the room. “Move over,” she said, coming to sit down next to you. You swung your legs around making room for Nat before saying, “So how was your date with Clint?” “How many times? It was not a date!” Nat cried. You smiled, “You went out for lunch. Just the two of you. It was a date.” Nat rolled her eyes, taking a piece of chocolate off of you. “Seriously I need to find somebody to ship you with, then I can just