Summary: The morning after Stark's NYE party, and your first upload, you're in better spirits and the team assumes it's because you hooked up with someone after the party.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: none, really…this is just fluff [let me know if i missed smth tho and i'll update immediately]
Things to be aware of: idiots in love; angst; translations will be in the Author's Notes
"Do you mean to tell me, Brother, that you kissed Lady Y/N at the stroke of midnight last night, and still nothing came of it?" Thor questioned his brother.
"Well, Thor, you entered my chambers barreling in to greet the new year. Do you see Y/N anywhere?" He shook his head. "No. No you do not. You see no one here but myself."
"Despite the offers of those beguiling women who call themselves Angels?" Thor's tone dripped with disbelief. "I saw them surrounding you last night, Brother. They seemed very willing to have kept you company if that was all you desired."
"I desire Y/N. I care not for the willingness of others," Loki answered simply. "To answer the questions boiling in your head, Brother, yes. This does mean that I would rather spend my nights alone than have any other share my bed."
"I do not understand you, Loki. Your words…they imply a loyalty to Lady Y/N that is reserved for—"
"She has my heart, Brother." Thor's eyes widened at his words. "I cannot, will not, see myself desiring another. Not since my eyes met hers. The next lover I take will be my last, and it can only be her. Every other, no matter how striking they may be, can only pale in comparison to her."
"Brother, you must tell her. Your affections might not be unreturned."
"I will not risk her friendship if they are. I would rather play a painfully platonic role in her life than none at all," he answered Thor dismissively. "She is far too valuable for me to lose. I would rather love her in secrecy and be able to protect her where and when I can, than confess my affections and face her not only rejecting my heart, but rejecting my entire presence in her life."
"Perhaps I will never truly understand you, Brother. I only wish for your happiness but you seem to be content stewing in your self-inflicted pain."
The sound of your pouting cry broke through their conversation, sending the God of Mischief striding out of his room and into the common area.
"If you insist on loving her in secrecy, you're terrible at the secrecy, Brother," Thor commented, casually walking down the stairs to where you currently were. Oaf. "Lady Y/N, what ails you this fine morning? And is there anything I may do to help?"
"I can't find my mug. Obnoxiously pink with the words kindly fuck off on the side?"
"Ah, yes. I do recall seeing your drink holder when our Captain instructed me to unload our dishwasher."
"Thor." Your tone was laced with a threatening aura. "Please tell me you didn't put it on the top shelf."
"I may have," he answered you with a hint of caution in his voice. The scene unfolding before him made Loki chuckle to himself. The formidable God of Thunder being threatened by a significantly smaller Midgardian, the very same one that he wanted nothing more than to lift into his arms and claim as his own.
You groaned again. "I am this close to climbing up on the stovetop and getting it myself, dammit, Thor."
"You'll injure yourself, darling," the raven-haired god warned as he walked toward you. "If you require assistance, you simply need ask."
"Okay I am too hungover to even begin to fathom what's happening. You two? Eye fucking? After I could swear on my drunken ass I saw you kiss at midnight?" Your eyes widened at Stark's words. "Is that why you're in such a good mood, Y/N? Even though you're pissed at Point Break right now, I can see it. You're…less depressing. I can actually look at you without wanting to wrap you in a blanket and give you a mug of hot chocolate—"
"Happy fucking New Year to you, too, Tony," you shot back. "The first slice of toast is yours if it means you shut your hole." The billionaire gave you a sloppy salute. "And whatever the question you were trying to ask was? About me and Loki? No, Tony."
"But you definitely got some," Romanoff chimed in from the stairs. "I know you too well, babes. You have a glow about you."
"Ahh that's our girl," Stark said in an all too chipper tone, holding out a fist your way. You threw him a look and shook your head at him. "Whatever. At least you got laid. I mean, you did get laid, right? You wouldn't get that glow if you got none."
Stark's line of questioning didn't sit right with Loki. Was that what he heard when your door opened and closed twice throughout the night? You had a tryst with someone? The way you answered with a shrug and a coy smile made his heart plummet once more. Was the lack of confirmation and denial an indicator of the affirmative?
"Let's just say I finally found an outlet," you addressed the two prying team members. "Whether it be something or someone…is my business. And mine alone." Then you turned back to face Loki with wide eyes that almost reminded him of a puppy. "I require assistance. Please."
When you looked up at him like that it was all he could do to not give in, but a part of him wanted to alleviate the sour mood that your conversation with Romanoff and Stark had put him in, so he decided to have a bit of fun with you. He could have so easily reached the top shelf and handed you your mug; instead he held out his arms toward you. "Come on, then."
You eyed him with incredulity. "So you don't want me to climb the stovetop—"
"This is safer, darling, I promise you."
"Go ahead, babes, climb him," Romanoff quipped from her position at the kitchen island. "Safer than the stovetop."
You glared at the god. "You know that I will, don't you?"
Oh I'm counting on it, he thought to himself, smiling as he watched you shrug and step toward him, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he lifted you up. He shifted you in his arms, the sudden motion causing you to wrap your legs around him, giving the dark-haired Asgardian a delicious glimpse of what your life could be like had you been his.
You reached out and took your mug. "Thanks, Mischief. You can put me down now."
Instead of heeding your words, he held you up by a single arm as he used his free hand to take the mug from you and gently set it down on the counter. "You're very welcome, darling. But no. No I don't think I will."
"Wait. What do you mean no?"
He shifted you in his arm once more, causing you to wrap your arms around him a bit tighter and making him chuckle. "I quite like you this way, my dear Y/N."
"Loki, I'm serious, put me down." The laughter threatening to bubble out of you betrayed your words; you were not, in fact, serious. Not yet anyway. "You can't just lug me around in your arm all day like a weird captive koala."
"Why ever not?" He placed his free hand on your back, keeping you stable. "Seems like an interesting endeavor. It would also mean you're mine for the day."
You huffed in a show of annoyance. "Alam mo pag minsan nakaka-torete ka talaga."
He chuckled at your words. "You are aware, little mortal, that I am more than capable of understanding what you just said to me--"
"Yeah yeah I know, thanks to your Allspeak," you cut him off, rolling your eyes. "Sometimes it's still better to tell you how fucking annoying you are in my mother tongue."
"Has anyone ever told you how ravishing you look when you're cross?"
"Mischief, I swear to the God that we don't believe in I will happily break my hand punching your face if you don't put me down right now and I will have no regrets over it." That stilled the god in his tracks and made him release you from his hold. Once your feet were back on solid ground, you gave him a big smile. "Thank you!"
As you walked away from him, Loki couldn't help but look at you with fondness. You would surely be the death of him, being the little minx that you were. He had to stop himself from blurting out the words at the tip of his tongue after your little exchange. I love you.
And then the words from earlier began to sunk in. The possibility that you'd taken a lover last night, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Was he still in your chambers? Did you view your previous exchange as nothing but a bit of fun? Was engaging in such banter such a natural thing for you that you thought nothing of it?
The moment your feet landed on the ground, you turned around and busied yourself with breakfast for the team, deciding on a crustless quiche so you could at least keep your hands busy for a good while and turn your mind off, because it was going all over the place with what just happened.
As you moved around the kitchen, Loki's words kept on replaying in your head. I quite like you this way. You're mine. Did he really know and he was just trying to see how little effort from him it would take to get you flustered? Was this all a game to him? Was--
"Y/N, if you keep cutting like that we're gonna need Banner to reattach your fingertips," Nat commented from the kitchen island. You looked down and your eyes widened at how dangerously close the knife was to your skin. "You might need another hit of that outlet, whatever it may be. You're still a bit spaced out."
"And you're still a bit hung over," you bit back.
"Speaking of hungover," Wanda called out as she descended the stairs. "Why aren't you, Y/N? You drank nearly as much as me and Natasha."
"I made a plate of pasta last night when the party wrapped up," you answered. "I know better than to go to sleep drunk. Should've dragged your asses out here with me, I guess."
"Ohh. That's what I heard when your door opened!" Nat commented, realization dawning on her face. "But yes, next time we're drunk, remember us when you're carbo loading?" You nodded. "You're the best, babes."
Had you been paying attention to what was happening around your conversation, you would've heard Loki murmur 'Thank the Norns' once he realized that the sound of your door in the early hours of the morning did not come from a lover sneaking out of your chambers.
"Hi, everybody. Happy New Year!" Peter chirped from the stairs. The team murmured their greetings. "Miss Y/N, was I seeing things at midnight or did you and Mister Loki kiss?" You nodded your answer. "So you two? Finally?" Finally? You had to ask yourself if you saw the spiderling drink anything from the bar last night, narrowing your eyes at him as you shook your head. "Oh."
"Hold on, that kiss lasted for a literal second, Parker. What did you do at the stroke of midnight that you saw that?"
The kid looked down at the ground as he mumbled, "I jumped."
You had to put the knife down on the counter before you doubled over in laughter. Yeah. That sounded about right.
A/N: Heaven help these fools they're so in love--
Translations:
Alam mo pag minsan nakaka-torete ka talaga – You know sometimes you really drive me crazy
Song Lyrics Translation here
tangentwithtanner
origamiaround
2087
stormborns
izzy806
turnnoffyourmind
theartofmadeline
janainaart
