Loki Oneshots

Halloween special 🎃

Happy halloween y'all!!!

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The soft, amber lights from my room spilled into the hallway as I checked my costume one last time. Tony Stark’s Halloween parties were infamous for their decadence, and this year, the pressure was on to outshine everyone. Stark’s challenge had been clear: no half-measures.

I turned to face the mirror, adjusting my velvet cloak with the faintest trace of pride. I’d gone all-in on the vampire look—my skin painted just a few shades lighter than usual, a blood-red lipstick that made me look almost lethal, and a carefully placed drop of faux blood in the corner of my mouth. I even had a classic vampire amulet around my neck, a last-minute addition Loki had insisted would “add to the authenticity.”

“Are you planning to brood in there all night?” Loki’s voice drifted from outside the door, layered with his familiar blend of humor and mischief. “We have a party to attend, darling.”

I opened the door, and there he was. Loki stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the frame, dressed in a vampire hunter costume that seemed crafted straight out of a gothic novel. Dark, tailored leather with subtle silver details, a rugged belt, and a wooden stake holstered at his side, he looked every bit the determined hunter ready to bring justice to the undead.

“Am I supposed to be intimidated?” I asked, stepping out and giving him a once-over.

Loki smirked, his gaze trailing over my costume with appreciation. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. But if you’d rather run, I could give you a head start.”

I laughed, looping my arm through his. “I think I’ll take my chances.”

Together, we made our way down the dimly lit hall. As we approached the common room, the soft buzz of party sounds grew louder. The scent of caramel apples and spiced cider filled the air, mingling with the faintly eerie notes of a classic Halloween playlist. It was easy to get swept up in the atmosphere; Tony had gone all out, as always.

The party room itself was unrecognizable. Stark had managed to turn the Avengers Tower into a haunted manor, complete with fog machines billowing from hidden corners, pumpkin lights casting shadows along the walls, and chandeliers draped in faux cobwebs. In the center, an enormous pumpkin bearing the Avengers symbol glowed fiercely, and all around it, friends and familiar faces moved and laughed in an array of costumes.

Natasha greeted us first, dressed in an elegant black outfit that somehow made her “cat burglar” look effortlessly glamorous. She raised her glass with a grin. “Ah, there’s the star-crossed duo.”

I did an exaggerated twirl. “Only for tonight. By morning, I’ll be back to the realm of the living.”

Natasha chuckled, glancing at Loki. “And you—always the hunter.”

Loki lifted his prop stake, feigning solemnity. “One must fulfill their duty.”

As we moved further into the room, we found ourselves drawn into the lively, chaotic energy that only Stark could orchestrate. Across the room, Bruce had opted for a subtle “mad scientist” look, with wild, spiked hair and a lab coat stained with some suspiciously red fluid. Beside him, Thor, naturally, had taken on his Viking heritage, complete with a helmet adorned with bat wings and a fur cape that looked suspiciously real.

“Loki! Y/N!” Thor’s booming voice cut through the noise as he raised a glittering goblet. “Join us! The evening is young, and Stark has outdone himself with this pumpkin brew.”

Loki and I exchanged amused glances before Thor handed us each a glass. The drink was pumpkin ale with a hint of cinnamon, warm and oddly comforting. Loki took a tentative sip, then raised an eyebrow at me as if to say, not bad.