If you know me, you know I’m a very casual and self conscious writer, but this sounded like so much fun I wanted to give it a go and throw myself outside my comfort zone. I’ve never done a challenge before! And I couldn’t ask for a better experience. Having new friends in the void is fucking wonderful! You guys are all lovely and amazing humans. 💋💋💋
#rooshallocream kinktober
Prompt: You meet a good-looking stranger abroad, only to discover you aren't a stranger to them.
Pairing: TVA Loki X Reader
Word count: 3305
My beta babes: @lackofhonor @plexflexico
Warnings: suggestive smut, uncomfortable situations, creeper, mild stalking perhaps(?), coffee foul (OH THE HORROR), kidnapping, sarcasm, flirty Loki (yes I think he needs a warning) also i got a little carried away im probably gonna have to make a part ii.
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The smell and rumbling of the sea assaults you as you awaken. The unwelcome heat of sunlight slashing across your face. The heavy pull of your hangover makes you groan as you roll over to avoid the sunlight slanting through the hotel room's shades.
Why did you drink so much last night? Oh yeah, your cheating boyfriend. The boyfriend you’ve wasted three years with. The boyfriend you caught with his head and hands up the skirt of your supposed “best friend”, days before your romantic vacation with him. You had been planning this Hawaiian getaway with him for months. You had been looking forward to the reprieve from your mundane route. No dogs trying to eat your ankles. No shit weather to navigate. So when you discovered your boyfriend's treachery, you impulsively canceled his ticket and used the credits to upgrade to first class. You had packed a quick carry on and fled. Your first night on the Waikiki strip was a blur of bar hopping, drunkenly bonding with a few women over disloyal men, and making quick friends with them. It had been a chaotic and enlightening evening.
You haphazardly fling your arm towards the nightstand in search of your water bottle, cursing when your hand collides with it and you hear the water slosh and the bottle thumping along the tile floor.
“Fuuuuuck…..”, you whine.
More memories from last night begin to emerge. The swell of sweaty bodies surrounding you and the pounding of heavy bass. The sickeningly sweet taste of shots and the tart taste of chasers washing them down. The overly friendly hugs and groping from your impromptu drunken entourage of squealing and giggling women. The beautiful and sarcastic dirty blonde, Sylvie, pretty sure that's the name she gave you. Fuck, Sylvie, holy shit, shes the one who had passionately taken you apart bit by bit, in the shadows of the backroom of the last bar you occupied for the night. You might be in love, hopefully she will be out and about tonight and you might run into her again.
“Dammit.” You groan.
Rubbing your eyes you wriggle your legs tangled in the sheets, you most likely rolled around uncontrollably in your drunken slumber. The humid feeling of too deep of sleep drags at your nerves. Casting the covers aside you sweep your bare legs over the edge of the bed, and gaze upon your disheveled room. A trail of discarded garments from the door to your hastily packed travel bag. Looking down you realize you must have given up dressing for bed, because all you have on is your favorite oversized faded Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and nothing else. You really need to shower.
Stepping out of the boiling shower with steaming skin, you stare at your blurred reflection in the fogged over mirror. But before you can sink into any self deprecating thoughts, your stomach obnoxiously groans.
“Right, coffee and breakfast, then we can mope”, you decide aloud.
After applying sunscreen and a light layer of makeup you quickly get dressed in a silky green maxi dress and put on some comfy walking sandals. Plopping your sunglasses on your head, you grab your slouchy shoulder bag. Making sure to load it up with spare sunscreen, beach towel, hand sanitizer wipes, your wallet and phone. You haven’t even bothered to check your messages, since your quick glance at it earlier displayed nothing but missed calls and a multitude of unread texts from your douchebag boyfriend. No, your ex-boyfriend, you need to get used to saying that, because there was no way in hell you were taking him back. The hotel lobby is void of anyone except a solitary man standing at the check in desk. Briskly you walk outside squinting into the daylight. You had picked this hotel specifically for its location. It may be an older hotel at the end of the strip, but it was immediately across the street from not only the ocean but the local zoo. You could hear flamingos squawking and monkeys barking at the neighboring pens. And even though the hotel wasn’t at the center of the city, it was walking distance to many bars, restaurants and shopping, making it almost unnecessary to worry about renting a vehicle.
It’s not late in the morning, but still early enough that other tourists haven’t flooded the sidewalks with foot traffic.
Dropping your sunglasses from your crown onto the bridge of your nose, you head to the café you remember stumbling past the night before. It’s a quaint narrow establishment wedged in between two other businesses. It does have limited bar top seating inside, but you opt for the to-go window to que for your coffee. You order a bottle of water, an oversized chocolate covered pastry and a coconut flavored iced latte. You step to the side, shoving the paperbagged pastry and water bottle into your bag and patiently wait for your name to be called. People watching is one of your favorite secret pastimes, so you indulge in watching the obvious tourists bumbling around and some of them stopping abruptly, naively blocking walking traffic. A well dressed couple walking hand in hand. Children being corralled by already exhausted gaurdians. You're brought out of your daze when you hear your name sharply called. Swiftly you approach the window and grab your drink while shoving a few dollar bills into the tip cup. But then several things happen all at once when you turn around. You slam directly into a warm solid chest, crushing your iced latte and expelling frigid coffee all over the person you have collided with. You squeak as large hands grab and grip tightly on your shoulders, abruptly stopping your backward stumbling. Your head snaps up to stare directly into the most beautiful pair of green eyes you have ever seen.
“OH MOTHER FUCK BALLS, I’m so sorry, Sir! Oh shit oh shit oh shit! I’m so sorry!” you screech grimacing with guilt and panic.
You quickly turn to the cafe pick up window, toss your ruined coffee in the trash bin and grab a stack of napkins and start to rapidly pat down his chest. Fuck fuck fuck, can this get any worse? Of course it could, you fucking idiot, you’re dabbing at the chest of a stranger without their consent. You quickly glance up and pull back your hands.
“I’m so sorry, I need to watch where I’m going and it’s been a shit morning so far and…” you ramble.
“Stop, Darling, please stop, just take a breath. It’s just a shirt.” He drawls in the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard and grips your shoulders again.
You must be in shock. Yes that's it, you've concussed yourself on his rigid chest and now you're drowning in embarrassment.
“It's ok, Darling. You’ve actually run into me at the perfect time, I've just arrived on the island and I have my travel bag with me.” the beautiful man pointedly glances towards his feet, where you notice a carry on sized suitcase. “I’ll just change into a clean shirt.” He’s grinning at you now, his kind eyes creasing at the corners.
“Are you sure it’s ok? I can’t believe I did that. I can buy you a new shirt, or have it laundered, or…”
“How about a trade instead?” the handsome man interrupts.
“Pardon?”
“Well I’m exhausted from today's travels, and you’ve had a “shit morning” you said so yourself. I would actually love a cup of coffee and a walk in the sand to stretch my legs, before I have to find my lodgings for the evening. How about you purchase us both a coffee while I use the facilities to change and clean up, and then we can go on an adventure?” You must be gawking at this point. “I mean unless you are otherwise engaged, I don't want to be presumptuous.” He grins shyly and apologetic.
“Uh…No, I'm not…um…engaged in anything right now, that sounds great, I’d love to. Um…what would you like to drink?” You point towards the menu.
“How about the drink I'm wearing, it feels quite refreshing and smells divine.” He gestures down his torso.
Your gaze follows his hands, and you embarrassingly grin once you realize you're staring at the fabric clinging to his very well defined muscles. Jolting yourself out of your daze you quickly nod.
“Excellent, I'll be right back, Darling.”
You stand there stunned for a moment as you watch his tall body and well shaped ass saunter away from you and enter into the tiny cafe. What the FUCK just happened? What the FUCK are you doing? Wake up, dumbass, stranger danger radar, hello? Even incredibly attractive and sexy men can be malicious. Especially them. Shit. Ok. Stop, think. It’s daylight, he seems nice, and you did just ruin his shirt, probably even within his first hour arriving on the island. It’ll be fine. You‘re gonna go stand in line and buy coffees, and go for a pleasant walk on the beach with an incredibly handsome stranger, who you don’t even know the name of, fuck!
Once you’ve acquired your drinks, you quickly step to the side, smartly away from all the walking traffic and perch yourself on a bench within eyeshot of the cafés entrance. He eventually walks out, now wearing a loose fitting cream colored shirt with pale green vertical stripes with the sleeves rolled up. Holy shit, how can someone's arms be that damn sexy? He’s absolutely beautiful. He must feel you staring because his searching gaze quickly snaps to you and he swiftly strides your way, with luggage in tow.
“I…uh…got you a large.” you put on your best smile.
“Ah, splendid, if you don't mind let's go find ourselves a place close to the waves. I would very much like to finally feel the sand between my toes.” gently grabbing your arm he leads you across the street towards the beach.
You both walk along the sandy sidewalk and cross into the beach proper. Your calves begin to burn, as your heels dig for traction in the loose deep sand. Once arriving at the stiffer sand closer to the water's edge, he stops and glances around looking for a fairly vacant spot.
“Here it looks as good as anywhere, the sand is soft and the breeze is just right.” he says while using his feet to smooth out a spot for us to sit.
“I have a beach towel in my bag we can share, if you’d like?” you offer.
“I would love to share it with you, dar…hmmm…I just realized we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. I got so distracted with our earlier scuffle.”
“Oh shit, you're right!” You gently push the cups into the sand to steady them and plop my bag down, and quickly offer your hand. “I’m Y/N.”
He scoffs lightly and gently grabs your hand, and slowly raises your hand towards his face as he leans in and gently places a cool kiss upon the back of your hand. “I am Loki, and it is a pleasure to meet you, my dear, Y/N.” he says, winking as he stands tall again.
“Wow, is that how you greet all the women who ruin your shirts?”
“I’m usually well past greeting by the time they’ve done so.” he smirks.
Yep you must be brain damaged. Dear fucking god, this man is too much. Why is he so extra? What is the catch? Eyes wide and mouth slightly gaping, you snap it shut and quickly turn to sort through your bag and pull out the beach towel and begin unrolling to spread it out. Loki, quickly grabs your hand and pulls one end of the towel gently from your grip.
“Was that too forward, Y/N?” he smiles at you softly and steps away to spread out the towel while you both lower to the sand.
“Yes, no, well not too forward I mean. I’ve just never had this type of encounter before. I literally ran into you and now we’re chilling together on the beach like some fate driven blind date, so it is a little odd.”
“Hmm, fate?” Loki gracefully drops down onto the towel and quickly shucks off his polished leather shoes and peels off his socks. He releases a contented sigh as he plunges his feet into the sun warmed sand. “You really should join me, this feels absolutely divine.”
So you do. You slide off your sandals and grab the coffees. You lower yourself to the towel, handing over one of the chilled coffees to him. You wiggle your feet toes first into the soft warm sand. Fucking bliss. Heat envelopes your feet and immediately calms any nerves you had about hanging out with a complete stranger.
“So, Loki, why are you here? You looked too dressed up to be here for a vacation, and alone at that.” you ask as you stare at the low waves and slowly roll your head to face him.
Surprise washes over his face for a brief moment, but then his face relaxes. “Hmmm? Oh, I just needed to get away for a few days. Work has been overwhelming lately, a bit of a hostile takeover, and my partner accepted the promotion, against my better judgment.” Loki makes a pained frown but continues on. “Since I already had a layover here, I decided to extend it for a few days. I never have taken much time off to enjoy the sights, so why not now?” Loki leans back and props himself up on the heels of his hands. “And what about you, Y/N?”
You shove your feet deeper into the sand. “It's gonna sound like a cliche romantic drama. Long story short, I caught my boyfriend cheating. We were both supposed to come here together, but I canceled his ticket, upgraded mine to first class and spent the first full day here drinking myself dumb.”
He blinks softly at you “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
“It could be worse, I could still not know.” you shrug. “I’m honestly more irritated that I've wasted three years with someone who didn't actually want me.”
“I want you.”
“What?”
“I want you. I want to be with you right now, in this moment, and for the rest of the day if you'll have me.”
You stare shocked at Loki for a moment. “You just met me, why would you think you want me?”
“I may have “just” met you, but I know you.”
Your brows pinch together “Don't get all creeper on me, Loki. I was starting to like you.”
“You like me? I’m flattered”
“I was starting to, which means I could retract that, if you dont explain yourself real fucking quick.”
“I’ll prove it.”
You patiently stare at him with brows raised in anticipation.
“Well for starters, you were kind to me, even though you've never met me before.”
“I ran into you and ruined your shirt, I would hope any normal person would also offer to do the same as I did.”
“Secondly, you trusted me enough to walk with me, a mere stranger, and offer me your company.”
“Ha, that may be but I'm beginning to second guess myself, plus that was just me being polite.” you begin to glance around looking for people close by, maybe a cop, but it’s early enough that only the devoted surfers are anywhere present near you.
“Thirdly and most importantly, I've been searching for you for a long time, I think you can help me, Y/N. So you're going to come with me so that I can keep you safe.”
“EXCUSE ME?” you snap your face back to him. You hadn’t noticed he had crawled his way close to you. His head was level with yours, green eyes taking you in. “Holy fuck!” You quickly smack him as hard as you can across his perfect face. Loki maneuvers and pops his jaw.
“I see why she likes you!” You swing your arm back to swat at him again but he quickly grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. He roughly slides an odd metallic and whirring collar around your neck, before releasing you.
“WHAT THE FUCK, LOKI?!” You desperately claw at the bulky collar around your neck, and begin to panic. You stand up and dart away from his prone form lounging on your towel. You glance back but he is just idly staring down at something in his hand. You've almost gotten to the edge of the sand and sidewalk, only for your vision to be blurred and then stumble forward disorientated. You're right next to Loki. You were running, how the fuck did he get right behind you again. you startle and fall backwards away from him.
“I promise, I'm only here to keep you safe.” Loki holds a hand out to you.
“What? Safe? Why?” you yell as you frantically scramble away from Loki.
Sirens begin to shrill, and surfers start to frantically padel back towards the shore. It’s only then that you notice the tide has lowered significantly, and much faster than it normally should.
“Oh fuuuuuck….” you gasp.
“You see, somewhere along this timeline, there was a catastrophic tsunami that was able to wipe out the entire Waikiki strip, the current tsunami warning system malfunctioned, and everyone was notified too late to evacuate. So, many lives were lost that day, including your own.”
“What!?”
Loki rolls his eyes at you, and hauls you a bit roughly to your feet. “Please try to keep up, we don't have time for me to repeat myself. Loki hooks his arm in yours and starts jogging you towards the water.
“NO! What are you doing, we need to get away from the water not be right fucking next to it! I thought you were gonna keep me safe?” you try to jerk out of his grasp only for him to stop and throw you over his shoulder.
“I am keeping you safe, hold still.” Loki grumbles stalking confidently towards the incoming wall of water. “I’ve just never seen a tsunami up close, figured it would be a nice view before we left.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!?, youre fucking crazy!” you're slamming your fists into his back now while also trying to wiggle free. Leaving? Where the hell are you supposed to go from here?
“You see, you're not supposed to survive this, but I know who you really are to her.” Loki dismounts you from his shoulder but holds you firmly by the waist with one arm, while he pulls a small steampunk looking device from his pocket and starts thumbing frantically at the screen. “And if I have you, maybe she’ll come back to me.”
You stare at him shocked, yes, you must have hit your head earlier and this is all just a fucking fever dream. But something is nagging at your brain, you need to know. “Loki?” you jump as a bright glowing orange rectangular wall appears in front of both of you. Loki lifts his head to look at you.”Whose her, and who do you think I am?” You shriek over the roar of the approaching tsunami.
“You're Sylvie’s Postman!” he grins victoriously and pulls you into the light.
