Some jealous loki? Maybe his still not in the relationship with reader and she still don't get what he wants from her but after that she will finally get it. XD
A/N: I love me some Loki. Sorry this took forever to get done, but as my first story on this blog I wanted it to be good. Anyway, this was really fun to write, though I do apologize for the intro and the ending being a bit off? I tried to fix it but it wasn’t working so I said screw it. I also wrote this instead of doing my journalism project that is due tomorrow… oops… I was just really excited to write this. Also Id like to say thanks to my friend Andrew who edited this for me, free of charge while also doing my math homework for me, that boy is a saint. Anyway, enough of my ramblings, on to the story!
Summary: Loki is having trouble coming to terms with his feelings for the reader, but with a little bit of guidance from Thor, both him and the reader are finally able to figure it out. Complete fluff.
Warnings: None? I might’ve swore once but I cant remember…
It’s not often Loki doesn’t get what he wants. It is also rare when he doesn’t know how to get it, though to be fair it took him an extremely long time to figure out what he wanted. and that’s always the first step.
Maybe it was the way you gave him a comforting smile before each mission that made him want you, or the playful nudge you’d give him whenever you walked by, or the way your eyes seemed to always find his and immediately fill him with warmth. Perhaps it was the fact that when he was around you he felt a rush of power that he hadn’t felt in centuries, or to contrast it was the aura of calmness that he gathered from you. You were quite the paradox.
Truth be told he doesn’t know what made him want you. To make him pick one thing would be like asking someone to pick one of their organs to keep and having the rest viciously removed. But he does know for certain what made him finally realize you were what he wanted, and unfortunately it was his own brother.
It was a regular day for you, and started off with some sparring practice with Thor in the gym. You playfully shoved his shoulder as you both walked to the mat, “you ready to get your ass beat sparkles?” Thor rolled his eyes and tossed his bag on a nearby bench, “You know the last time someone called me sparkles was when I took down Hulk. I wouldn’t test me if I were you”. You laughed at his defensiveness and squared up on the mat, “oh really now? Cuz a little birdie told me you didn’t really win that fight.” He glared at you, or at least tried to before breaking out in a wide smile. As you were preparing to fight, you felt someone’s burning gaze on the back of your head, but you looked around and saw no one, which gave Thor the perfect opportunity to take you by surprise and tackle you to the floor.
Loki stood in the shadows, watching you and his brother laugh. He watched as a teasing smirk graced your lips, your eyes sparkled with mischief. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach as he observed your interactions with each other. This feeling, he didn’t know what it was but he sure as hell didn’t like it, when he felt a sharp jab of it as he watched Thors arms wrap around you and take you to the ground. he couldn’t stand to watch anymore.
Later that afternoon, Loki sat in the corner common room reading a book as Natasha and Steve arm wrestled at the kitchen counter. “you’re cheating! I know you’re cheating Nat, this is the fifth time you’ve won!” Steve shouted, throwing his hands in the air as he walked away from the table. Natasha rolled her eyes and followed him, “you know, just because you have all that super strength does not automatically make you good at arm wrestling” she teased, “you have to have a little something called technique.” Steve scoffed at her comment as he plopped down on the sofa, and flipped on the TV.
Loki listened their banter with slight amusement and relief, Steve had been accusing Natasha of cheating for the past half hour. Suddenly a loud ruckus caught Lokis attention,making him look up from his book to see you stumble into the room, gripping your stomach from laughing too hard. Thor sullenly walked in behind you, his face downcast. “guess who won again!!” You cheered, skipping into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Thor followed and slumped down on a kitchen chair, “okay, you did kick my ass, but in my defense, I’ve had a very rough week.” “a rough week? Really Thor? Its Monday.” You quipped, as you handed him a glass of water. “yes, I know and, in that time, I’ve gotten my ass kicked so I would say that qualifies as a rough week.” He explained, ruffling your hair, still wet from your shower. “don’t worry, you’re not the only one who got their ass kicked today, cap over here lost to me about five straight times in arm wrestling” Natasha jabbed a thumb over at the blond soldier who started to make his retort.
Loki tuned out the rest of the conversation, choosing to focus on you instead. Your wet hair, darker than normal from the water, framed your face, contrasting with the brightness that shown from your eyes with every laugh. Those glimmering eyes flickered over to his, you smiled, and invited him to join the conversation. Loki felt his heart flutter, however the good feeling diminished when he saw Thors hand reach over and rest on your thigh. The feeling he felt in his stomach from the gym returned, but even worse this time. Loki snapped his book shut and abruptly stood up, all the chatter in the room dying as everyone looked up at him, startled by his sudden movements. He glanced at your face, your eyes that were filled with warmth and happiness just two seconds ago were now fading to confusion. He then turned and stormed out of the room.
You knew Loki wasn’t a real talkative but you’ve never known him to just run from a conversation, “what the hell was that?” You asked. Steve shrugged, “who knows what’s up with that guy honestly, the smallest things set him off sometimes. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Thor sighed, and leaned over to you, “You should go talk to him.” You looked at him incredulously, “Wait what? Why? You’re his brother, shouldn’t you?”. He shook his head and laughed, “No, no, no, see he’s mad at me, and he needs to talk to you, you calm him down.” Your look of confusion remained on your face and he sighed once again, “just go talk to him, you’ll see what I mean.” “o-okay, I guess…” You stuttered as you got up and walked to the hallway. A knowing smile graced Thors face as he watched you leave. His plan was working.
You entered the hallway to see Loki standing with his face to the wall, his fist resting next to his head, slightly bloody from where he had apparently been punching the wall. “Loki?” You called, slowly stepping up to him. He looked up, finally noticing your presence and quickly stepped back from the wall. “Y/n, I’m ah, I’m sorry for my outburst in there, I don’t quite know what took over me.” he awkwardly looked to the floor, avoiding your gaze. You looked at him with questioning eyes before you reached out to grab a hold of his bloodied hand, stepping closer to him in the process. “well clearly, you’re upset about something, you know you can talk to me, right?” He looked up to see your eyes now filled with concern, and he also noticed that with the closer proximity he could pick out almost every detail on your face, the way your eyebrows creased together, and the way small droplets of water from your hair made your skin shine even more.
Lokis emotions were running wild in his head. The combination of his jealous rage and the sad pleading look in your eyes, he didn’t know what to do. He shook his head and stepped back, “I’m fine, really, why don’t you go back to Thor, he probably misses you. ” Loki pulled away, his voice slightly angry. His sudden change in attitude threw you off and you clocked your head to the side, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Thor? Okay seriously. What’s up? you’re punching walls, getting mad at your brother for some reason, and pushing yourself further and further away from the team, just tell me what’s wrong!” you looked into his eyes,and pleaded him to let down his walls and let you in.
Subconsciously he started inching closer to you, pushing you back until your hit the wall behind you. His eyes continued to search yours for some kind of answer, some way to show you exactly how he felt. Your breath hitched with every step he took, and soon your breaths were mingling together. “Loki-” “No, sh just let me…” His bloodied hand lifted up to caress your cheek, gentle as his thumb swiped along your cheekbone. You were more confused than ever. “Loki, do you-do you like me?” You asked, his downcast eyes flickered up to yours, “yes I’m afraid so darling.” With those words your face lit up in a bright smile, “well you should’ve said that in the first place dummy!” Now it was his turn to be confused, “what, what do you mean?”. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered “just shut up and kiss me ya idiot.” And he did just that.
