Twisted Reality pt. Five (Loki/HiddlestonxReader)

You feel the fur surrounding you as you wake up, shifting around to stretch your sore muscles, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and slowly opened your eyes. You glanced around, blushing slightly at seeing Loki sleeping on an overstuffed chair in front of you and tried to sit up.
“M-master?” you ask quietly, twitching slightly as he shifts in his sleep and sigh. You get to shaky legs, slipping your arms around him, having extreme difficulty lifting him and moved him onto the bed. You collapsed on top of him, blushing crimson as you clung to his chest to try to regain your breath and shut your eyes.
“You know… it’s not very good if a servant falls asleep on their master’s chest…” Loki spoke softly, causing you to jerk and try to scramble away but his arms held you to him. “Now now, pet, no one knows of this but me…” he gently stroked your hair, jumping slightly as you winced. “Pet?”
“I-I’m sorry, My Lord…” you whimper.
“It’s fine, (Y/n), I must remember that you are still healing…” he sighed, his green eyes tearing up slightly as you glanced up at him and turned from your stare, a blush on his face.
“My Lord…?” you try to sit up but he keeps his hold. You give up and resign to rest your head against his chest.
“How can you still see me as your master when you’ve seen the monster I truly am…?” he squeezed your shoulders gently.
“My Lord… you will always be my Master, no matter what form you may take…. It does not matter to me if you have blue skin and red eyes…” you shut your eyes and shift for a better resting position.
“I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to escape my hold.” He growled slightly.
“I’m not trying! I just want a more comfortable position is all!” you growl.
“Such an interesting servant… I haven’t been talked to in such a casual sense in a very long time… the last person to talk in such a way was Clint Barton, the Hawk.” He sighed. “”Oh, so this is how it ends, the great God of Mischief roaming Paris’s underground in search of the avengers, covered in excrement…”
“Actually it was, “oh great, so this is how the world falls, the Almighty God of Mischief roaming France’s underground catacombs in search of Earth’s mightiest heroes, covered in death and shit…” My lord…” you mumble, yelping as you’re thrown to the mattress and glanced up at him as he towered over you.
“How do you know that?” he growled.
“I-I was the girl Clint was protecting, My Lord…” you stare to the side and tear up.
“I thought that girl was killed when we tried to get the location of the other avengers from her… you can’t possibly be her…” he sat back so he was kneeling over you.
“That was me, My Lord… I did die at one point… but for some reason my heart started up again and I lived on…” you sigh, turning onto your side and shutting your watering eyes.
“You… you were truly that girl? But… you seem so loyal… don’t you wish to get revenge on me?”
“N-no, My Lord… I know what you did was best for your kingdom, and I have no complaints…”
“Then why are you crying…?” he put a hand to your face.
“Clint was the only person to show me affection growing up…” you sigh. “He was my only friend… even here the other servants avoid me…”
“Why do they avoid you?” he turned you onto your back and leaned closer as you glanced up at him.
“Because to them I am a monster.” You smile softly.
“You a monster? You jest.”
“Sadly no, I’m not joking. I was tossed on the door step of the local freak show when I was six months old and raised by the ring leader. It wasn’t a very good life, really… but when Clint joined my life changed… and when he left I left… but my body remained the same…”
“The Hawk accepted you as you were?”
“Yes… I never had to worry or hide around him…”
“Show me.” He ordered, sitting back and watching you.
“M-My Lord this dress in not conducive for showing…” you start as you sit up, blushing as he put a finger to your lips and glanced up into his eyes.
“You have undergarments on, yes?” he smirked as you nod slightly. “Then you can remove your dress and show me.”
“Y-yes, My Lord…” you blush crimson, standing and turning your back to him. You pulled the dress down to hang around your waist and gulped slightly as you spread your peacock wings. You shudder as you hear him gasp, stretching your wings and wrapped your arms around yourself.
“So you’re a mutant…” he breathed, taking your left wing and examining it.
“Yes… a monster to my fellow humans…” you sigh, your wing twitching in his hand and stared at the ground.
“They’re beautiful…” he whispered in your ear.
“Your blue skin is magnificent…” you breathe.
“I… I’m sorry… for wounding you…” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“It’s fine, My Lord….” You nuzzle against him.
“I’m beginning to think…” he sighed, catching you as you collapsed and set you gently on the bed.
“My Lord…?” you question.
“It’s nothing, Pet. Do not worry with it.” He sat next to you, smiling softly and pulled a fur blanket over you. “I am sorry I killed your lover…”
“”Lover”? Clint?” you blink.
“Of course.” He snapped.
“Clint was like a big brother to me… I’ve never had a…” you stop, thinking of your other reality with Tom and shook your head. “Never had a lover, My Lord…” you smile softly. ‘That is just a dream, nothing else…”
“Do you truly forgive me for what I have done to you?” he stared into your (e/c) eyes.
“Of course, My Lord.” You smile widely.
“You may return to your quarters now if you wish, or you may stay here and recover a bit.” He grinned.
“If you don’t mind, My Lord, I’d like to stay here a bit longer and stretch my wings…” you blush slightly.
“Of course, Love, you may stay here for as long as you like.” He kissed your forehead, rolling off the bed and standing. “I must attend to my duties. No one shall disturb you.” He smiled, walking out and shut the door. You rolled onto your stomach, stretching out your wings and falling asleep.

You smile as you wake slowly, sighing as the circular motions continued on your back and snuggled down into your bedding. You opened your eyes slightly as you heard someone chuckle, rolling your eyes at Tom and pulled the blankets over your head.
“Come on, (Y/n), time for you to get up.” Tom said softly, pulling at the sheets and sighed as you didn’t budge.
“Why should I get up?” you question.
“You have to get ready so I can take you home.” He laid on your back, wrapping his arms under you and nuzzled against your neck.
““Take me home”?” you blink, rolling him off and sat up.
“Yes. You still have your parents’ house here, remember?”
“But… Clint and I grew up at the freak show…” you blink in confusion.
“No no, Love. We grew up here together, went to school together, and even went to college together.” He shook his head.
“I did?” you think back to your memories. “Oh, that’s right… I’m a psychiatrist…” you snap your fingers.
“That’s right, Love. Come on, get dressed and I’ll take you home. I’ll be living with you for a while.” He pulled you into a hug and squeezed.
“I can’t get changed… if you don’t let go…” you sigh, shutting your eyes and hugged him back.
“Right… of course…” he sighed, standing and holding a bag up for you. “Go get changed and we’ll leave.”
“Okay, be right out.” You take the bag, changing and glancing at your back in the mirror. You scream slightly, blushing as he rushes in and stops at seeing you in your jeans and black bra.
“(Y-Y/n) what’s wrong? Why did you scream?” he asked softly.
“M-my wings….” You stare at him.
“Your parent’s had them removed when you were two, remember? They wanted you to live a normal life.” He explained slowly, taking your shirt and pulling it over your head. “Come on, (Y/n), let’s go home.”
He took you home, opening the door and stood back as you slowly entered the house. You felt over whelmed just standing in the doorway, turning and going to run when his arms caught you.
“(Y/n) calm down, it’s okay… just take your time.” Tom whispered in your ear, stroking your hair gently and pulled you to sit on his lap. “You don’t have to remember everything right now…” he leaned you back, smiling softly and barely pressed his lips to yours.
“Ah…?” you blush, leaning into his kiss and shut your eyes. The kiss depend as he pulled you closer, his hand pressing into the small of your back and tipped you to the point you were nearly lying flat on your back. You jumped slightly as his tongue brushed over yours, your chest raising and falling fast as you tried to break off and finally pushed him back.
“Oh (Y/n)… I’ve missed you so much…” he sighed, picking you up as he stood, walking in and kicked the door shut behind him. He slowly made his way up the stairs, letting you see all the photos of you two together and entered your bed room. You blushed at seeing the bed, memories of fooling around in bed with him hitting you all at once and passed out in his arms.