It has been a couple of months since the country had gone into lockdown. And as anyone in their isolated home, everyone's hair at Stark Tower was a mess. First, you only joked about it with each other, but now it was really getting annoying. And you being the most skilled with scissors, were the victim who everyone had in mind for their own selfish purpose. 

You were reading a book next to Bruce, whose hair was hanging in front of his eyes. 

'Y/N?' Thor's voice boomed. You blew your hair out of your face and smiled at him. 

'Yes, how can I help?' you asked him. He ruffled his own hair. 

'My hair is extremely long. Could you please make a change in that?' The way he said it was so polite, so you couldn't refuse. 

'Of course, come on,' you said as you got up and dragged him to the kitchen. 'Sit on a chair and let me fix it. Just wait a moment!' You quickly ran to your room and grabbed your water bottle to spray the content on his hair. That way it was a little easier to cut through his thick golden locks. 

'Thank you, Y/N, I really appreciate it,' Thor thanked you as you grabbed your scissors. 

'Don't thank me yet. You might want to curse me if I'm finished,' you giggled. Thor laughed and it caused a few people to look around the corner. It was Natasha, Tony, Steve and Bucky. 

'Hey!' Bucky shouted. 'I'm second!' He rushed to your side. 'Are you going to do my hair next?' 

'Yeah, sure,' you said while examining his hair that reached his shoulders. 

'I'm third!' yelled Natasha as she came running into the kitchen. 

'Fourth!' Tony followed. Bruce placed his book down on the coffee table and rolled his eyes. 

'If we're all doing this than I'm fifth,' he mumbled. 

 When you were done with Thor's hair, Tony handed him a mirror, and they were all stunned by his haircut. 

'That's some fine work,' Tony commented. 'My turn.' He took a seat before you could say 'tea'.  You continued working on their hair for a few hours. Natasha had even made you dye her hair a perfect shade of blonde to cover up her roots and you were now working on Bruce's hair. 

Once done with everyone a certain God walked into the room just when you were done cleaning your things up. 

'Brother!' Thor said excitedly. 'You must let you hair be cut by Lady Y/N, she is amazing!' Loki's hair reached just above his elbows, but he refused to tie it back in a ponytail. In short, it was too long. It needed to be cut. 

'No, thank you. You all look ridiculous. I'm perfect the way I am.' Tony needed to cough just then, which earned a glare form the demi-god. 

'Well, Loki, if you ever want your hair cut, just tell me and I'll make some time,' you told him with a wink. He smirked at you and watched you walk to your room. 

The first thing you did was geting back to reading your book and the hours passed in a blink of an eye. 

At eight o'clock in the evening you got up, ready to take a deserved shower. You took of your shirt and tossed in at the end of your bed. 

The door of your room opened. You shrieked held your heart. 

'What the f-' 

'Hello,' Loki's sikly voice interrupted your nasty word. 

'What are you doing here?' you accused him. You didn't even bother covering up your body. Okay, yes, maybe his eyes had lingered a little longer than appropriate around your breast, but you decided to ignore that, in fact, you didn't mind at all. 

'Well, I've changed my mind. Could you still cut my hair? I mean, if the offer still stands,' he stuttered as he played with a strand of his hair, twirling it around his index finger. You grinned. 

'Sure, sit in that chair,' you pointed at your desk, which had a mirror in front of it. He did as you told him to. You took everyting back out and started spraying water over his hair. 

He gulped when you pulled out your scissors. 

'Remember, not too shor-' The sound of your scissors cutting through his hair made him stop talking. His eyes widened as he gawked at you in the reflection of the mirror. 'What did you do? Show me, please.' You tried to hide your smile as you held out ten inches of his hair. He pressed his lips together and stared at his lap. 'I didn't want it that short...' 

'Just let me try something,' you mumbled as you tossed it into his lap. He carressed his own hair as if it was a small dog. 

'I would've preferred it when you experimented on someone else,' he mumbled. You giggled and continued cutting it. It kept getting shorter and shorter. 

'Oh my God,' he whispered when you were done. 'I look like... God, I look good.' He ran a hand through his short black hair and smiled. 'Sweet Y/N? thank you.' You smirked and crossed your arms over you chest. 

'I knew you would like it.' 

'I love it.' He smiled. 'I can't waist to show everyone. It looks better than Thor's.' You rolled your eyes playfully and spread your arms. 

'Can I have a hug?' you squeaked. He nodded. 

'Of course, if I can join you in the shower,' he teased you as his hands wrapped around your waist. He kissed the top of your head and smirked. 

'I would love that,' you purred next to his ear. He chuckled and thats when you bra mysteriously unhooked by itself.