I Didn't Mean It (LokixReader) Commission

“Blasted Thor…” Loki muttered darkly. His hair was a mess, dirt, mud, and grime all in his long black locks.

He’d just barely gotten out of Asgard alive, and while Midgard wasn’t exactly the safest place for him to go, it was also the safest place for him to go. He was wanted in every realm, but this one had many more places for him to hide, along with ways to disguise himself, and since these damn humans were so behind, so beneath him, they’d never know.

He stood and brushed as much dirt as he could off of his clothes, taking in his surroundings. A wooded area, tons of green grass, and a lone house. Who the hell was living out in the middle of absolutely nowhere?

The prince started for the house cautiously yet quickly in case Thor was right on his heels. He checked the sliding glass door, which was unlocked, and snuck inside, the darkness surrounding him. He’d have questioned why on earth someone would leave their backdoor unlocked, but being the only one around for what could have been miles, someone breaking in obviously wasn’t a problem.

He searched for a light switch, “Damn earthlings… How the hell does your technology work?”

The next thing he placed his hand on made him pull back, disgusted and (not that he’d admit it) startled at what the hell he’d touched. It was big, scaly, and dry as a bone. Reminded him of Midgard Serpent, actually.

“What the bloody hell-?”

The lights switched on and there was a gasp from behind him. He turned to see a woman with a metal baseball bat in hand. He held his hands out innocently.

“I mean no-“

Wham!

She struck him with the bat and he was out cold.

xXx

When Loki woke up he was on the couch, a splitting headache nearly making him pass out again. For a woman, she had a mean swing…

“Who are you?”

Loki turned his head and squinted, the light not easing the headache.

“I am Loki.”

“As in… The one that tried to take over the world?”

“… That’s not important.”

“Why are you here?”

“Escaping the clutches of that damn oaf.”

You sighed and moved to the mini fridge in your living room, pulling out an icepack and wrapping it up in a scarf. You handed it to him and he accepted it graciously, gently pressing it onto his head.

“Thank you.”

You nodded once and chewed on your tongue a bit, “So… Am I getting a new housemate? Is that what this deal is?”

“You’d let me stay after I broke into your home?”

You shrugged, “So far the only one to do any damage is me.”

“You’ve got one thing right…” Loki muttered under his breath.

You sighed, “It’s late. I was heading off to bed when you came…”

“I… Apologize.”

You nodded once, “I suppose for tonight you can sleep on the couch. I have some pajamas my ex-boyfriend Tom left that should fit you perfectly. I’ll go get them for you.”

Loki watched as you left the living room and turned his head to look around some more, jumping back in fright as he saw the scaly beast he’d touched earlier.

“Damn Midgardians and your pets…”

“I see you’ve met Bishop, my iguana.”

“Unfortunately.” Loki grumbled, accepting the black t-shirt and green and black flannel bottoms.

You chuckled softly and walked over to your pet, picking him up and stroking his head.

“I run the reptile house at my job, and they were going to get rid of him, but I stepped in and decided to take care of him as my pet.”

“You seem to have a thing for taking in unusual things.”

You smiled softly and started walking to your room, “Guess so. I’ll take off work tomorrow, see if we can’t get you to blend in here.”

“Thank you.” Loki said. He had never felt more grateful for kind beings such as the ones on Midgard.

“My name is (Name), by the way.”

Loki bowed slightly, “Thank you, Lady (Name). Have a good night.”

“You too Loki.”

You smiled softly at your new roomie before retiring to your bedroom, a small fluttering in your heart. He didn’t seem nearly as crazy as the news portrayed him two years ago. In fact, he seemed troubled and like he really needed a friend. You supposed you could help him out.

xXx (6 Months Later)

You cooked your Asgardian roommate’s favorite breakfast, hoping it would be enough to pull him over on what you wanted him to do. Ever since Loki had taken residence at your alienated abode, you’d struck up a friendship of sorts, and you were hoping he’d do this for you— Being a good friend and all.

You heard his soft footsteps, having lived and learned just how sneaky Loki was. He’d scared you a good amount of times (sometimes on purpose and sometimes not) before you learned how to listen carefully for his footsteps. Loki usually roused at about eight o’clock, but he waited about half an hour before getting off of the couch. You’d listen for the snoring to stop, and then wait half an hour. And then voilà— Loki was there and you were prepared.

“Good morning, Loki!” You said cheerfully with a smile on your face, presenting him the plate of eggs mixed with bacon, topped with cheese.

He took the plate with a smile and opened the silverware drawer, picking out his favorite fork (It had a green handle, who wouldn’t love it?) and stabbing one of the cinnamon rolls, pulling it onto his plate and looking at you with a tired yet grateful smile.

“Thank you, (Name). Good morning yourself.”

You smiled and fixed your own plate, setting it across from Loki and moving to the mahogany cupboards, pulling out his golden cup and your own black one, pouring orange juice for him and Silk milk for you. He took it with a nod of his head, smiling softly and sipping on his juice.

“So…” You started, looking at your house mate.

“Yes?”

“You know how I’m a herpetologist, right?”

Loki nodded and took a bite of his eggs, looking at you with full interest.

“Well, Tony Stark-“

Loki’s fist clenched harder around his fork, making you reach across the table and gently place your hand over his.

“Loki, it’s in the past.”

“And if he recognizes me?”

“If you let me finish, you’ll be fine.” You said, pulling back and crossing your arms, narrowing your eyes.

Loki nodded warily and motioned for you to continue. You smiled brightly and uncrossed your arms.

“Now, Tony and his wife have made generous donations to the zoo for years now, and each year they decide to throw a party. This year it’s a masquerade party, which means everyone will be wearing a mask. So he won’t recognize you.”

“The Man of Iron is married?”

You nodded, “Yeah, Tony and Liz have been married for a long time now. She’s a friend of mine, that’s mainly why the zoo gets the donations.”

“And you’ve chosen to tell me about this ball because?”

You sucked on your teeth and shuffled your feet, “Well… I was hoping you’d go with me.”

“No. It’s too risky.”

“Come on, Loki! No one even remembers New York anymore! Your attack was overshadowed by the one by Hydra in DC a few months ago!”

Loki narrowed his eyes, “You Midgardians have a way with flattery entirely different from Asgard.”

You sighed, “Loki, please. I don’t want to go alone again!”

“No.” Loki said simply, stabbing his cinnamon roll, “I’m not going.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, unfortunately for you, I am not.”

You smirked, “Yes you are Laufeyson, because I said so as your landlord.”

Loki dropped his fork, “You. Did not. Just go there.”

“Yes I did.”

“I’m not going.”

“Fine. Then you pay me rent, you cook and buy your own food, and launder your own clothing.”

Loki scowled, “Fine. When is this ball?”

You bit your lip, “Tonight.”

“And you chose to tell me so late because?”

“Well, I uh…” You said with a blush, avoiding eye contact. Loki simply sighed and waved his fork at you before stabbing at his breakfast again.

“Never mind, it doesn’t even matter. I assume you’ve gone ahead and planned out my outfit?”

You nodded vigorously, “Yes!”

“Alright then. What time do we have to leave?”

“It doesn’t start until eight o’clock, but Tony’s parties are always lengthy, no matter how hard his wife tries to get him to cut them down.”

“Hmm…” Loki said nothing else, instead choosing to finish up his breakfast.

You grinned and stood then, not even bothering to finish your food. You scurried off to your bedroom, leaving the mischievous demi-god to himself. He simply rolled his eyes and went ahead and finished up his breakfast, staying far away from your “pet.” How you dared to call the disgusting thing a pet befuddled him, but he didn’t bother provoking your long rant with how yes, the animal was a pet because he was your pet, and nothing could ever change that fact.

“Loki, go take a shower!”

Loki groaned, “Why now?”

“Because I need one!”

“And you can’t take one now because?”

“Because I need the bathroom today.”

“And what happens if I need it later?”

“It’s a barren wasteland out here, use the trees. Now go shower! You have five minutes.”

“But my hair takes ten minutes alone!”

“Four minutes leeeeeeeeft.” You teased.

Cue Loki muttering Asgardian swears as he rushed to the towel closet.

xXx

A handful of hours after you forced Loki into his tuxedo had gone by, and he was sure he was going insane. He wasn’t allowed to eat because you were paranoid he’d ruin the tuxedo (how you knew his measurements he’d never know) and you were taking forever to be all done!

“Odin’s beard, woman! How long does it take to get ready?!” He shouted impatiently.

“I’m done, jeez! I had trouble getting the snakes to go in my hair.” You griped as you emerged from your bedroom.

Loki blinked. He’d never seen you look so… Attractive.

The gown was a gorgeous, deep forest green color. Gold sequins littered the bodice of the gown, though they flowed as a golden waterfall down into the skirt of your dress, the amount of them thinning and spreading out the further down they went. The strap that wrapped around your neck looked like a serpent, its mouth biting the other side of your dress.

You lifted up the dress to reveal your strappy gold heels, “Do these match, or should I change them?”

Loki blinked a few times more, trying to process it all. “You… Uh… Those shoes go quite well with the dress, (Name).”

You smiled, “Well thank you, Loki. Can you help me get this necklace on first? Then we’ll go, I promise.”

The raven haired demi-god could only nod as he stood, carefully taking the no doubt expensive necklace and walking behind you. You held your hair up as he examined the jewelry.

“This reminds me of my helmet, actually.”

“Does it?” You piped up, “That’s nice. Also we’re running late so do you think we could hurry this process up? We don’t even have your mask on yet.”

Loki rolled his eyes and clipped the necklace on you, allowing you to let your hair back down and smooth it out as best you could. You turned and smiled at your housemate.

“Go ahead. Tell me how friggin’ amazing this mask is.”

“Tsk!” Loki shook his head, “Mediocre at best.”

“Lies!” You grinned, going to retrieve the mask you made for him.

“You’re joking.” Loki said upon seeing the mask.

“Nope!” You smiled, getting on your tip toes.

“It’s all… Glittery! And… And girly!” He protested, backing away.

“Oh come on, no it’s not! It’s cute. And you don’t have a choice.” You reminded.

He grumbled but moved down to your level nevertheless, allowing you to place the blue mask on him. You grinned and kissed his cheek, picking up your golden clutch and rushing him to the front door.

“Come on! I gotta see Liz!”

xXx

Loki didn’t know what to expect when you arrived at the ball. He’d been to enough banquets and balls and such when he was in Asgard to know what a crazy, beautiful party was, but some way, somehow, Stark managed to outdo even Asgard.

Beside him you giggled as you walked closer to the venue, “Pretty, huh? And we aren’t even inside yet.”

“It’s magnificent, truly.”

“You can thank Elizabeth Stark for her design input.”

Loki only nodded and allowed you to bring him further inside, even more impressed. It was a zoo, and while most would try to cover up that fact that it was a zoo, where animals resided, Elizabeth Stark had done just the opposite. Instead she accentuated each pen, giving them all a certain flare that showed the beauty of each animal. There was glitter, banners and more, all carefully placed.

“She’s a perfectionist.” You whispered to Loki, “Gets on Tony’s nerves sometimes, but according to her, the world needs a woman like her, especially to run Tony Stark.”

Loki snorted, “They’re meant for each other, aren’t they?”

You giggled, “Yeah, I’d say so. They’re both divas, that’s for sure. I don’t know what she’s wearing tonight, but it’ll be beautiful and equally expensive. She loves going all out, just like her husband.”

Loki could only shake the head at the description of your friend. You laughed and looked around, occasionally winking at anyone that caught sight of you and your lavish gown. His hand was at the small of your back (out of habit, as that’s what Frigga had taught him) as you paraded the scene, listening as you made small talk with a few people he didn’t know.

Soon enough there was a pale blonde woman completely decked out in red approaching the both of you with a speed that had to be inhumane for a woman in heels. You smiled at her and opened your arms, embracing the tall woman. She smiled at you, gesturing to her mask.

“Sexy, isn’t it? Though I feel you copied my hair idea…” She said coyly.

You giggled and shook your head, “Uh-uh. I’ve been planning to have my mask weave into my hair ever since you said you were considering a masquerade. And you look rather tame this year.”

She mulled it over for a moment before nodding, “I guess you win then. Love your dress by the way. I was going to wear green, but you-know-who insisted I wear his colors… He’s such a pain, really. Always cramping my style… But he compromised for just red because I wanted to wear silver tonight. Anyway, are you having fun?”

You grinned, “We’ve only been here for a few minutes, but trust me, we will.”

She grinned and gestured around, “It’s all for you, darling. Otherwise I wouldn’t even bother with this friggin’ zoo.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but then she looked to your right, where Loki was standing silently. She gazed at him quizzically, as if she recognized him, but just couldn’t place him.

“Hello there. What’s your name?”

Loki opened his mouth to respond, but soon drew a blank. There was no way he could tell her who he was; he nearly killed her husband!

She blinked at him, her blue eyes getting very suspicious. She looked over at you.

“He’s a shy one, isn’t he?”

You nodded vigorously, “Very shy.”

“I couldn’t deal with a shy man; so to remedy that I chose the most eccentric one I could find.” She joked, making you smile. Her blue eyes slid back over to look at Loki before she looked at you once more.

“May I have a quick word with you? Alone?”

You bit your bottom lip and looked up at Loki, who nodded.

“Stay right here.”

He nodded once again and watched as you followed the eccentric diva to a secluded area. Once you were sure there was no one around she spoke.

“Who is he, and why am I getting this creepy vibe from him?”

“I-I don’t know.” You stumbled. You were a terrible liar, especially with those icy blues staring you down, knowing you were hiding something.

“Mhm. Sure. What’s his name?”

“Um-“

“Babe!”

You both looked over to see a man who could be none other than Tony Stark. While you started giggling, his wife facepalmed.

“Tony! You aren’t wearing your mask! Why?”

“I got something better!” He said, and though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smiling, as did his wife.

She rolled her eyes at him, “Tony, a masquerade party means you wear a mask. Not your Iron Man helmet.”

“Hey! It’s my party-“

“Our party.” Elizabeth corrected, annoyed, though she couldn’t be truly mad at the man.

Tony lifted the faceplate and joined the both of you, his arms snugly wrapping around Elizabeth’s waist. He looked at you and smiled.

“Hey there, sweetie pie. What’s up?”

“Just having a chat with (Name) is all. I must say, it was creative wearing your helmet instead of a mask.”

You suppressed a giggle as Liz looked at you, betrayal evident in her features. You knew inflating that man’s ego would get Elizabeth off your back about your “date” for the night.

“See! At least someone can appreciate my creativeness!”

“That’s not creative; that’s laziness.” She quipped.

Tony chuckled and kissed her cheek, looking back at you. “Alone again this year? I’m tellin’ ya, I’ve got some buddies-”

“Nope! She has a date; she just won’t tell me his name.”

“Ooooooooooooooooooh.” Tony said mischievously, “Secret man for (Name)?”

You nodded, “It’s… A bit early in our relationship to start telling people, y’know?”

Tony nodded, “I get it. I’ll keep the missus off your back then. Come on dear; Brucie just got here!”

“But-“ She protested.

“No buts! Bruce! Hey! Hey, Bruce! Grab that bottle of scotch! No, not that on- That one!” Tony shouted, leading his wife away with a grand smile.

You let out a deep breath, relieved. You loved Elizabeth, but that was just too close to comfort. You seriously doubted she’d be alright with the fact you’d been housing one of the many men that tried to murder her husband. (Especially because Loki was the one closest to succeeding.)

“How’d you do?”

You jumped, holding a hand over your heart, “Oh my god! Loki!” You shouted quietly.

You heard his mischievous laugh and smacked his shoulder, “That’s not funny! We were this close to being found out!”

“Well, I’ll have you know I’ve disguised myself. Only you can see me for who I really am.”

“And you couldn’t do that before because?” You hissed.

He smirked, “It was quite fun seeing you freak out.”

You let out a sigh of relief. That bastard!

“Well, Tony’s keeping Liz away for the night, so I won’t be approached again about it.”

He chuckled and took your hand, “This is a party, is it not? So what say you to dancing?”

You smiled, any annoyance you had for the demi-god wiped away completely. He led you out to the dance floor, the song changing to a slow dance song. You blushed, though with the dim lighting chosen no one could tell.

Loki’s arm wormed its way around your back, pulling you closer to his warm body. You fastened one of your hands on his surprisingly strong bicep while the other took his hand, both of your arms bent at the elbow. He smiled down at you, drawing a grin from you in return. He gently led the dance, your dress flaring out a bit as he spun around in circles, in perfect harmony with everyone else.

You glanced around the rest of the building, watching as Bruce and Natasha shared a dance with one another. You giggled lightly as you saw Steve and Clint standing awkwardly next to each other until Clint finally leaned in and asked if the Captain wanted to dance. (“No homo, Cap. Swear.”)

You turned your head the other way and smiled softly as you saw Elizabeth resting her head on Tony’s shoulder, watching as Tony gently kissed her. You sighed a bit, shifting your gaze from the lovebirds.

Even Tony friggin’ Stark was in love and married, yet you were not. Hell, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a boyfriend before Tom, who you had broken up with a year before Loki arrived. It had to have been years ago, that much was for certain. The closest you’d had to having a partner was, well, Loki.

“Something wrong?” Loki asked.

“No…”

“Mmm, I love when people try and lie to me. Come now; take me somewhere private so we can unearth this problem of yours.”

You sighed and broke away from your roomie, though leaving your hands intact. You led him to an area far off from where the rest of the event was, though that apparently didn’t stop Elizabeth from decorating even a little bit.

You smiled very softly as you approached the large ivory fountain, gazing down at the many koi fish. They seemed unbothered by the changing of the colors. Loki, however, looked at the water with disdain.

“What in Hel is wrong with the water?”

You giggled, “Liz. Looks like she put something in there that’s making the water change color. It’s so pretty…”

“To an extent.” Loki mumbled. “She’s gone and manipulated something that was already beautiful on its own.”

You blinked a few times, “Um… Wow. Okay. I didn’t think of it like that…”

He gazed at the fish, “So what was bothering you during our dance?”

You sighed and carefully sat down on the side of the fountain, placing your hand in the water to touch the fish as they swam by. He rolled his eyes and removed his mask, setting it on the fountain and looking down at you.

“Speak your mind.”

“I just… I was watching as Liz and Tony were dancing…”

“And? Were you jealous of their skills? Is that what this is about?”

“No, no. Not at all, I promise.”

“Then what the hell is bugging you?” He asked rather harshly.

“I just… I wish I had that love they had. They have been married for over a decade, yet they still love each other more than anything. Sure he gets on her nerves when he does something stupid or he nearly gives her heart attacks when he goes out and nearly gets himself killed, or he gets mad at her when she spends too much money at one time, but they still love each other unconditionally. He has a hunk of metal in his chest, she doesn’t care! She’s a bit fluffy, he doesn’t care! I want that kind of love, Loki!”

“Then get it.” Loki said simply, confused on what in Hel the real problem was. It couldn’t have been that hard.

“You don’t understand!” You cried, looking up at him.

He sighed and removed your mask, carefully untangling it from your hair and setting it next to his. He made you stand and looked into your eyes very carefully.

“(Name). What is there not to understand? You crave love, affection, adoration and understanding. So get that. It can’t be that hard, really.”

You shook your head, “It isn’t simple! Hasn’t there ever been a time where you wanted love, Loki?”

“Once. And I didn’t get it because I was foolish. Don’t do what I did. Is there a man that has your affections, or are you just blindly craving what you are so certain you cannot have?”

“There is someone-“

“Then tell him, woman! The woman I loved was never mine because I didn’t make a move! I sat there and watched from afar, and before I knew it Lyn was happily wed with two children!” He almost shouted, shaking you a bit.

You swallowed thickly and nodded slowly. Loki took a deep breath and let you go, smoothing out your dress and looking into your eyes.

“I apologize for getting so rough with you. Forgive me.”

“You’re… You’re forgiven.”

He smiled softly, “I’m glad. Now, shall we finish our dance before we head back home?”

You smiled up at him, “I’d like that.”

And so you resumed the same position as before, only this time your head was lying on Loki’s chest as you moved around the fountain, the color of the water pink. He squeezed your hand, an action that sent tremors down your spine and tickled your insides.

Because, truth be told, you’d developed quite the crush on the handsome demi-god. It was only natural, considering A.) he was living with you, and B.) he just had a charm that was irresistible to you. Was it a bad thing you’d developed a crush on him? Probably, considering he tried to kill one of your best friend’s husband, but then again, many people and things had tried to kill Tony. Could she really hold a grudge?

Abso-friggin-lutely, but still. You liked the man!

Loki hummed softly, the vibrations reverberating through your skull. You closed your eyes and your lips curved upwards just a bit, feeling comfortable just where you were. Loki looked down at you with a fond look in his eyes and a warm smile on his face.

You looked up at him, locking eyes with those beautiful emerald orbs. You swallowed thickly and licked your lips.

“Then tell him woman!”

Loki’s words rang through your head once more, and you bit your bottom lip. It was now or never…

You stopped moving and leaned up on your tip toes, pressing your lips to his in a soft, chaste yet sweet and loving kiss. You pulled away and swallowed the large lump of fear in your throat, looking at him.

He was blinking rapidly and looking away from you, clearly uncomfortable. His mouth was moving as if to try and say something, anything, but he was incoherent in his speech.

“Loki…?”

His cheeks were a light pink, matching the fountain water, and his eyes looked at you in a way you just couldn’t describe.

“How dare you… You… Pathetic Midgardian! I am a king, yet you choose to… to place your bloody human lips on my own?!” He yelled.

Your mouth fell open and you covered it, tears welling up in your eyes. He said nothing more before teleporting away, abandoning you in what was your favorite spot of the zoo. The water color turned to a deep blue, mirroring your mood. Your lower lip wobbled and tears fell down your face at a rather rapid pace, ruining the makeup you spent hours perfecting.

You sniffled and wiped your face, smearing the black mascara and eyeliner on your hands, the green eyeshadow and gold glitter you had sprinkled littering your hands as well. You picked your purse and your mask up, rushing out of the building, ignoring Elizabeth’s calls for you.

If there was anything you didn’t need to see right now, it was a happily married, happily in love woman and her husband.

You rushed out to your car and wiped your eyes once more after starting up the engine. This was the worst night of your life, guaranteed.

You quickly strapped yourself in and started the long drive home, occasionally wiping your eyes and getting more of the sticky makeup on your hands.

You couldn’t have been home any sooner as you rushed inside, throwing your purse and mask on the floor and running to your bedroom to shed yourself of the gown you specially designed because of Loki. You tore off the necklace and the earrings, setting the expensive items on your dresser before grasping a pack of makeup wipes and heading to the master bathroom.

“Odin’s beard I’m a mess…” You mumbled, having picked up one of the many phrases Loki used.

Your face was nowhere near the carefully applied perfection it was only an hour earlier. Your eyes resembled a certain ring of death, and you wished your mascara was waterproof because damn it looked like a NASCAR race just took place down your face.

You looked down at your hands and plucked a makeup wipe from the thick package, wondering if you’d have to buy more by the time you got all of the sticky, blotchy stuff off of your skin. Carefully you removed the eye makeup from your hands, though even after numerous wipes and more vigorous strokes, there was still a bit of dark tinging on your skin that just wasn’t going to go away for a while. You resumed the treatment, only to your face this time, and ended up being much happier with the results compared to your hands.

You sighed and threw away all of the wipes you used before going back out into your bedroom. You fixed your hair into a ponytail and didn’t bother putting anything over your undies and bra. You were alone (again) and it didn’t even matter. Maybe you could get some work done for the new exhibit in the zoo…

Just as you were pulling the paperwork from its folder, the door was burst open to reveal none other than the heartbreaking, mischievous asshole himself. You grit your teeth and grabbed a nearby pillow, pegging it at his handsome face.

“Get out!”

“No!”

“Get out, Loki! Get outta my face, get outta my house, and get out of my fucking life!” You screamed.

“Why in Hel would I do that?”

“Because I don’t want you here anymore! You’re lucky I don’t call up Liz right now and- Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

You moved for your phone that was lying dutifully on your charger, plucking it off and starting to dial your friend’s number. That is, until a hand ripped it from yours and tossed it elsewhere. You went to go retrieve the phone, only for Loki to put his arm in front of your stomach to keep you from moving.

“Move!” You shrieked.

“No! Why are you being like this?!”

“Did you seriously just ask me that after what you just did an hour ago?!”

Loki opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by a very angry you.

“If you don’t like me, all you have to do is say so! Not fucking freak out like you did! All I did was give you a very light, very chaste peck on the god damn lips and you decided that calling me pathetic, a-and human, as if that’s some… Some derogatory remark, was the way to go! I understand if you don’t want to be with me romantically, but you can’t just- Mmph!”

This time it was you who was cut off, but by a pair of lips instead of a voice. You instantly melted against those sinful lips, though in your mind you were damning his entire existence. He swiped his tongue across your lips and you granted him access, though you were still trying to curse him out.

“Should… call Liz… She’ll kill you… for… for…”

“For the love of Thor woman, shut up and allow me to make love to you!”

Now it was your turn to be incoherent with your words. You simply stammered for a moment before just nodding your head.

“Yeah… Yeah just… D-do… That.”

xXx

The next morning you giggled as you felt lips peppering kisses on your neck. You opened your eyes and looked at the offender, who simply smiled and kissed you full on the lips.

“So what happened…?”

Loki sighed, “I was just surprised, really. I’m so very sorry, love. I didn’t mean it.”

You smiled and kissed him once more, “You’re forgiven.”

He smiled sleepily and closed his eyes once more. You grinned and looked at the time, deciding that now was the time to get up and cook breakfast for you and your lover. You waited until you heard soft snoring before sliding out of his hold and throwing on your robe, leaving the bedroom door open before heading to the kitchen.

And ten minutes later, all you could do was laugh once you heard:

“Gah! (Name), get this horrid beast away from me and out of this bed! People sleep here!”