#drunk!loki

[lokidokieokie]

Drunk and in Love

Summary: The reader and Loki finally reveal their feelings for each other while drunk, leading to a beautiful and heartfelt confession...in front of the entire team.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Avenger!Reader

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, bets, love confessions, bit of my bad humour, lemme know if I forgot anything

You sat at the bar, staring at your drink with a glazed expression. You had been trying to work up the courage to tell Loki how you felt for months, but every time you tried, the words just wouldn’t come out. 

But tonight, something had changed. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that the team were all gathered in the bar, cheering you on. Whatever it was, you knew that it was now or never.

“Alright, alright,” Thor boomed, standing up from his seat at the bar. “It’s time to make our bets. Who thinks Loki is finally going to confess his feelings to Y/n?”

“I’m in,” Steve said, putting a pile of cash on the table. “I have a feeling that this is it. Loki’s been mooning over the reader for months now, and it’s about time he made a move.”

“Oh, come on,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. “Loki’s too much of a coward to confess his feelings to her. I’m betting against it.”

“I’m with Tony on this one,” Natasha said. “Loki’s too afraid of rejection to put himself out there. He’s going to stay in his comfort zone.”

You looked at the team with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on your face. You had no idea that your crush on Loki was so obvious, or that the team had been placing bets on it.

But as you looked at Loki, you knew that it was time to put your feeling out there. You turned to him, your eyes filled with love and determination. 

“Loki,” you said, your voice slurred. “I have something to tell you.”

Loki looked at you, his eyes filled with concern. “What is it? Are you hurt? Did that villainous fly from earlier come back to continue our battle. I’ll send it to Valhalla myself for harassing you!”

You giggled, “No, no. Nothing bad... at least I hope it’s not bad. Oh god, it’s terrible isn’t it? No, I can’t do it!” 

Loki cupped your face with his hands, “You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything, Darling.”

Pulling away from his touch, you took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Loki, I love you,” you said. “I have for a long time, and I can’t keep pretending like I don’t. I know that we’re from completely different worlds--realms even--but I have to tell you how I feel. I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Loki’s eyes widened in shock, and then slowly filled with tears of joy. He reached out and took your hand, his voice shaking with emotion. “I love you too,” he said. “I have for such a long time, and I’ve been afraid to tell you. But hearing you say it, seeing the adoration in your eyes, makes me realise that I can’t keep pretending anymore. I want to be with you, no matter the consequences.”

Your heart swelled with love and happiness as you looked at Loki. You knew that you had finally found the person you had been looking for, the person who accepted and loved you for who you were. 

The team watched in amusement as you and Loki began eating each other’s faces off. Slowly, Thor began to reach for the pot of money on the bar, ready to claim his victory, when Tony began yelling.

“He didn’t confess first! That money is Natasha’s and mine!” 

It’s safe to say that there was a mini civil war over who won the pot. And they were all too caught up to notice you and Loki sneaking off into the darkness. 

A/N I kinda wanted to replace my other one “drunken words” I feel it’s kinda cringey...

Taglist! @thewaithfuckingannoyme

[dorian-they-ao3]

My friend’s convo w/ their spouse as incorrect Lokius quotes…

Mobius: C’mon champ, let’s get you to bed

Loki, drunkenly: But I’m comfortable *points to drink* And I’m spending time with my friend

Mobius: That’s not a friend, Loki, that’s a beverage

Loki, confused: But I haven’t consumed it yet, so it must be a friend

Mobius: Is that the only criteria you use to differentiate food from friends? Whether or not you’ve consumed them?

Loki: No

Mobius:

Loki: NO!

Mobius:

Loki: …probably not

[marvelouscomicz]

Was reading Norse mythology, as you do, and came across this very apt description of everyone’s favorite god of mischief

[kindofamy]

Lmao Loki really sat there drinking while Sylvie slept, probably occasionally glancing over at her, thinking up his love is a dagger metaphor

Honestly, drunk!loki is my favorite kind. Just look at how cute he is.

[gingerwritess]

hEY can u do a drunk reader thingie + loki where he takes her home after worrying and reader accidentally confesses?? morning aftermath as well sorry if this is too close to the drunk!loki one and if its too unoriginal kjaksjskjs

Summary: you have a little too much to drink and set your sights on a certain god, and loads of chaos and perfectly awkward situations ensue.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff? bad words?

A/N: this is my first time besides Heat Wave writing for not-yet-dating Loki x reader, and i loved it sm, and got a little carried away. so enjoy this one shot!

also i didn’t proof-read or edit so i apologise in advance have a nice cute gif of loki’s murder strut instead

You and alcohol don’t exactly make the greatest pair.

You and alcohol and an extremely attractive god don’t exactly make the greatest trio, either.

But here you are, strutting over to Loki like you own the place; you’re only a couple drinks in and already have made up your mind that this one, this crazily beautiful god isn’t going to slip out of your grasp. You’ve been chasing after him for too long, and it’s too obvious how he’s chasing you too, right? Right?

Your ankles have decided otherwise.

The moment you shout his name and he glances over at you, you’re flat on your ass and there’s a watermelon margarita dripping down your front—and the Asgardian is laughing.

He laughs but walks over to help you up, extending a hand you too eagerly take. Oh…his hands are something out of a dream. It’s just a simple hand to help you up, but his long fingers curl around your wrist and they’re cold, wonderfully cold against your heated skin.

Good god, if you don’t want to hold that hand for the rest of eternity…

“I…I think I just fell for you,” you giggle breathlessly when he pulls you to your feet. “Get it? Cause I fell? I fell for y—”

“Yes, yes, I get it,” he laughs, steering you back to the bar and helping you into a seat. You immediately reach for a menu to order another drink, but Loki places a gentle hand on yours to stop you; your heart nearly stops. “Might you consider something non-alcoholic? Some water, perhaps?”

“No thank you, sir.” You shake your head and cross one leg over the other, trying your best to look put together. “I feel great. Another marrrr-grita please!”

“Absolutely not. We’ll have water, thank you,” he tells the bartender, catching you with a hand on your waist when you nearly fall out of your chair from whirling around to glare at the god for ordering for you. “This is for your own good, trust me.”

“M’not drunk! I only had…had…” you try to count on your fingers, furrowing your brow when you can’t seem to remember what comes after three.

“I believe the number you’re looking for is four,” Loki chuckles and hands you a glass of water, making sure your grip on it is tight before he lets go. “Drink up—no, don’t you dare dump it out—you’ll feel better after this.”

“But I feel great,” you slur and take a messy gulp of water, trying to talk with your mouth full and only dribbling water all down your chin. “I feel like I could take on the world, and—and—ooo Loki, you’re wearing a white shirt!!”

The god raises a confused eyebrow at you and nods, glancing down at the white button up he had chosen to wear to this little gathering, something different from the dark and most likely leather he generally finds himself wearing. He hadn’t thought much of the choice, but the fact that you noticed him doing something differently sends a funny feeling to the pit of his stomach—maybe he should change things up more often.

“Yes, I am, wonderful observation. Here.” He hands you a napkin to dry off your face, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “You should be getting home, don’t you th—what in sweet Valhalla are you doing?!”

You’ve just reached over to his seat and dumped your entire cup of water onto his chest. “Makin’ you sexy, that’s what,” you declare, rubbing the water around his shirt to make sure it covers every inch of his torso. “See? Now it’s see-through.”

Loki’s heart is beating a little too fast for his liking at the feeling of your curious hands all over his chest. It was completely out of the blue, what you’ve just done, and extremely inappropriate…right?

But now you’re staring, because his shirt is see-through, and things are looking incredible.

“I didn’t know you have abs, Loki!”

Yes, you’re staring shamelessly and he wants to shrink under the wonder filling your gaze as you take in his much too exposed stomach, raking your eyes from his perfect collarbone down to the little dips on his hips forming a beautiful ‘v’ and he can tell your gaze is only getting lower—

“You should take me home, big boy.”

He almost spits out his water at your blatant request, already feeling much too open to your, ah…interest than he’s used to. To take you home, in this state? Even though you had literally just asked him, and even with how…tempting you look in this elegantly disheveled state, he pushes the very thought out of his mind and shakes his head.

“No, no, that’s not a good idea,” he laughs nervously, quickly turning away from you so you can’t stare at his chest any longer. “You’re not yourself, and I couldn’t possibly take advantage of you like this.”

“But I asked!”

“Yes, but—no. You’ll only regret it, trust me.” He looks around for whoever is responsible for you, whoever let you reach this state of drunkenness and left you alone like an idiot, but he can’t find anyone.

“I just wanna go home,” you whine softly, dropping your head onto the bar top. “If you won’t take me home, can you call me an Uber?”

Loki freezes, heat rushing to his face as he realises he might have misunderstood your previous question. “Wait…you want me to take you home?”

“Yes please. I’m startin’ to get dizzy.”

“Just…just to see you home safely?”

You give him a puzzled look and hop off your barstool, wobbling slightly and grabbing his arm to steady yourself. “Yeah…? What else would you do?”

Then you see his blushing face staring at you and your drunken mind fills in the gaps.

“OH! Ew, Loki, no, I don’t want you to ‘take me home’ and like, sleep with me or somethin’.” You shake your head and burst into a fit of giggles just at the thought—nervous, drunk giggles.

Nervous? Terrified, really, because the thought of him ‘taking you home’ is definitely appealing—and you can’t imagine what you would do if he ever discovered that.

Relief floods Loki’s mind, but there’s also a hint of embarrassment and—oh god—that’s not…disappointment, is it?

If he hadn’t just signed himself up to take care of you, he‘d get himself a drink too; gods know he needs it if these are the thoughts that a drunk mortal can put in his head.

“Let’s get you home, then,” he chuckles nervously and puts a tentative hand on the small of your back to lead you to the door—you immediately tense up when his hand touches you and he feels it.

He yanks his hand away and it drops to his side, and he can’t bring himself to look you in the eye. “Let’s just get outside,” he mutters, cursing himself for even thinking to touch you. “Then I can get you to your place in seconds.”

“No! Nooo, Loki, no magic portal thingys.” You shake your head and twirl your fingers around your ears, making the god give you a strange look. “Makes me feel a little loco. I might puke if we travel through space.”

He wants to disagree and insist on using the “magic portal thingys” to get you home and away from him as fast as possible. He needs you out of his hands now, because for some horrifying reason, the way you spun your fingers around your head and stuck your tongue out to mime “crazy”…was strangely adorable.

His heart, the cursed thing, needs to stop this right now.

“That way. Quickly, now, let’s go.” He points to the door and starts to walk away from you, trusting you to follow on your own. But the first step has your head spinning and you shout his name and grab his arm, looking around wildly until the seven Lokis you were seeing become one again.

He’s reaching for you right away, giving you his arm and steadying you with his other hand on you waist. “Easy, darling, walk slowly,” he says, worried eyes meeting yours. “You may be in a worse condition than I thought.”

“Darling?” You giggle, squeezing his bicep lightly—oooh, nice—and slipping into a revoltingly awful, exaggerated royal accent. “Ah, my prince, please do escort me to thy carriage! I, your darling, have consumed too much alcohol—” you’re overcome by a fit of hysterical, breathless giggles as you hang on to Loki’s arm, hiccuping and following him out the door. “—way too much booze and…and…wow, Loki! Stand right there!”

He looks like something straight out of a dream.

Minus the confused look on his face, of course. You tug his arm to get him to stop walking, then step away from him to take in the view. Your jaw is practically on the ground, but you really don’t care; the way the moon is hitting his jawline is the most beautiful masterpiece you’ve ever seen, and his shirt is still wet and thankfully see-through.

That was a good decision, tequila brain.

“You’re so…so pretty,” you sigh dreamily, holding up your hands to frame his shocked and confused and beautiful face. “I kinda really wanna kiss you.”

Whoops.

Maybe tequila brain needs to put a lid on it.

Loki just smiles at you, almost sadly, and points to the waiting car. “No, you don’t. Now get in the car, I won’t make you go through any ‘magic portal thingys’ tonight.”

“And you’re such a gentleman, too,” you giggle and run back to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the car. “The whooooole package.”

This is getting ridiculous—and extremely painful for the god being pulled in the backseat of a little silver car by your much too bold and delightfully warm hands. His heart hasn’t stopped pounding since you had grabbed hold of his arm, holding onto him for dear life, as if he can protect you, as if you trust him.

Just the thought of that is terrifying.

But you sidle up next to him in the backseat as the car starts moving, because it just feels like the right thing to do, and his damp shirt and cool skin is so perfectly refreshing…you lay your head on his shoulder and scoot closer, your knees knocking together.

You’re not talking, surprisingly, and Loki can’t breathe. Your head is laying so gently against his shoulder, so close he can feel you moving with every breath, every blink. He can’t move a muscle; he needs you to stay there as long as possible. You’ve chosen him, regardless of your state of being, and he’s terrified that the slightest movement might make you lift your head and sit up.

When you reach for his hand, he almost screams. You don’t hold it, necessarily, rather you just take his hand in yours and start studying it, running a finger over the lines in his palm.

“Why’re you shaking?”

“Nervous habit,” he answers curtly. Pulling his hand away might be the best idea, because you’ve begun to place your hand against his to compare sizes and your hand is just so warm, too warm.

“Well, y’got nice hands, Loki,” you mumble, and suddenly the car is much too comfortable. Eyelids drifting shut in a matter of seconds, you barely realise that you’ve slipped your fingers between his and tightly closed them around his hand.

You seem to be quite comfortable, but for Loki, the rest of the car ride is pure agony. His hand is still wide open, palm to the ceiling and refusing to curl his fingers back around your fist—but he’s itching to. He wants to hold your hand, desperately, to run his thumb across your knuckles as you drift into a content, alcohol-induced sleep on his shoulder, but he keeps his hand flat and just lets you hold his hand.

You’re drunk, he reminds himself over and over again, you’re drunk and not thinking in any way intelligently. You won’t remember this, and you probably don’t even realise what you’re saying or doing or for that matter, who’s hand you are clinging to for dear life.

Loki breathes a chuckle, a quiet, disbelieving laugh at his own stupidity. Really? A mortal? And an inebriated one, at that?

His chest lifts with the chuckle and rouses you from your sleep, your mind just as foggy as before. You sit up and blink to clear your eyes, and Loki’s heart falls—Norns, this is getting out of control.

“Wait a minute…” you gasp and stare at your still connected hands, the many drinks from earlier making your mind fill with dreams of holding his hand and what that could possibly mean, the thought getting you waaay too excited. “Are we a thing now?! Oh my god, Loki…what are we?! Are you my boyfriend now?”

“I consider us acquaintances,” he blurts out too quickly, trying to change the subject. “Some would go far enough to say even friends.”

“What’s wrong with friends? I like being friends! Let’s be friends, Loki!” You’re beaming at him, the prospect of actually being with him obviously exciting you, and he pries his hand from your grip.

Trying to ignore the hurt confusion on your face and how you reach for his hand again, he moves away from you to lean against the car door. “I’m not particularly fond of the term.”

“Why? You don’t have friends?” You scoot closer to him and try to grab his hand, but he crosses his arms and glances out the window.

“‘Friendship’ is only something for me to lose.”

“So dramatic,” you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, practically laying on him. “Chin up, buttercup, you look like you need a hug.”

The nonsense spilling from your mouth has another amused smile tugging painfully at his lips, one he fights along with the desire to wrap his arms around you and just hold you close. You’re already too close, with your arms around his neck and leaning against his chest, and you’re right—he would love nothing more than to hug you back.

Thankfully the Uber pulls into your driveway and Loki can finally be rid of you to clear his head of these insane…feelings. But you jump out of the car and grab his hand, pulling him out after you and begging him to come inside, and he finds it impossible to refuse.

“Just for a minute,” you promise, fumbling with your keys. “You don’t have to stay long—oh, but I’ve got ice cream! Have you tried ice cream? Let’s have ice cream—”

“Give me those.” He laughs and takes the keys from your distracted hand, putting a hand on the doorknob and it promptly clicks open. This is for the better, for your safety, he tells himself as he follows your happy skipping into your apartment.

“Chocolate or vanilla?” You yell and immediately rush to the freezer, bringing out two cartons of ice cream and grabbing a spoon. “Never mind. Both.”

Loki’s standing uncomfortably by the front door, looking around at your little home and picking at his hands. He looks a little nervous—nothing ice cream can’t fix.

“Over here,” you call and wave him over, flopping down criss-cross on the couch and digging in to the first carton of ice cream. “Hurry up,” you slur around a mouthful, “m’gonna eat it all before you get any.”

“Are you sure that is the best idea…?” He reluctantly sits down next to you, concern in his eyes as he watches you shovel down spoonful after spoonful. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

“But it’s so good,” you practically moan, and the god’s cheeks turn bright red; the last thing he needs right now is a sound like that coming from your beautiful mouth and ingraining itself in his imagination.

“Try it.” Now you’re shoving the spoon up against his tightly pressed together lips, smearing the cold ice cream across his face. “Try it, just tryyy it, Loki. Open your mouth.”

He just stares at you, not moving, keeping his mouth firmly shut. That is your spoon, it was just in your mouth, and now you want to feed him with the same utensil? You just keep grinning and trying to slip the spoon between his lips, completely oblivious to the suggested intimacy of your actions.

It’s clear you have no intention of stopping until he eats the ice cream, so Loki takes the spoon from you with a sigh and quickly eats the ice cream off of it, trying his hardest not to think about the fact that he just shared a spoon with a mortal—and didn’t really mind.

“Yay!” You squeal and grab the spoon back out of his hands to get yourself another heaping bite. “It’s good, right?”

“Exquisite,” Loki halfheartedly agrees, his stomach churning at the sickly sweet and cold taste lingering in his mouth. His eyes are trained on your face, specifically your lips; despite all his attempts to distract himself, the only coherent thought running through his mind is how divine you must taste, with the ice cream still fresh on your lips and your tongue—

“Stop that,” he growls, ripping his gaze from your mouth.

But you don’t even hear him talking to himself, because your drunken mind is too busy with the exact same train of thought. The spoon falls limply out of your hand as you slip into a trance watching his tongue dart out over his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows, the way his jaw tightens for a moment when he notices you staring.

Were you supposed to not kiss him? To not fling the carton of ice cream to the floor and pounce on him, knocking him onto his back and crashing your lips into his? I mean…you had to. And yes, he does taste incredible.

The only problem is that he’s not kissing you back. Even though it’s taking every ounce of self control for him to not pull you into his lap and lose himself completely in your drunken lips, and you do taste divine, so sweet, so warm…

“Stop, please stop,” he murmurs and gently pushes you away from him, resisting the urge to lick his lips just to taste you again. You pull away with a quiet gasp, your eyes still closed and lips pursed, slowly growing into the happiest smile he’s ever seen on your face. “Darling, you just kissed me.”

“Hell yeah.”

Loki laughs at that, tipping your chin up to look at him as you open your bright eyes. “No, you just kissed me. Loki.”

“Perrrrrfect,” you slur, leaning towards him again and closing your eyes. A cold finger on your lips shakes you from the trance of that first half-kiss and you open your eyes with a quiet noise of protest.

“I wouldn’t do that,” he tells you gently, a sad smile on his perfect lips. “You don’t want this. You’re drunk, you’re not thinking correctly.”

“Nuh uh. I want you,” you whisper, fumbling around in his lap for his hand. He can’t bring himself to pull his hand away when you lift it up and press your palm flat against his, placing each of your fingers to his. “I wanna kiss you forever, and hold your hand all the time, and hug you whenever I want, and—”

“That’s enough.” He puts his hands on your shoulders and shushes you, wishing you would stop talking. These ideas are just too painful to hear. “It’s me. You’re talking to me, I’m Loki. I don’t think you realise what you are saying.”

“I know that, genius,” you giggle, reaching for him. “You’re Loki and I’m me, and together we’re perrrfect.”

“No, we’re not. You don’t want any part of me, trust me.” The god can’t bear to look at you anymore, because your eyes are too enchanting and your smile is too addicting, even with these alcohol-induced lies spilling from your mouth. He gives you a reassuring smile and stands up, picking up the ice cream carton and spoon you had thrown to the side before kissing him. “I should leave soon, can you get yourself cleaned up?”

“Good idea, I wanna put my comfy sweats on! Just need to take this off…” you reach behind you to unzip your dress, your face scrunched up in concentration as you rearrange your arms to try and reach it. “I can’t—reach—Lokiiiii, help me.”

You throw your hands in the air with a groan and turn around, presenting Loki with your back, and he swallows hard at the sight. The zipper reaches from your shoulder bones all the way down to just above your ass, stopping in the curve of your spine. He can’t do this, hell no, his heart is pounding just looking at the task you asked him to do.

“Your hands are shakin’ again.”

Loki curses and the zipper slips out of his hands, which are most definitely shaking, because he’s trying so hard to get this over with but the zipper just caught on something underneath your dress.

Something black and lacy.

“Oh for the love of…” he promptly rips the zipper the rest of the way down, cursing under his breath and immediately shooting his gaze to the ceiling. This is getting out of hand, and he needs to leave you now, for your own good more than anything.

Luckily you thank him and bounce off to your room, the unzipped dress flapping open as you run. Loki runs a hand over his face with a groan, glad the worst of it is over—then you start lifting the dress over your head with the door wide open.

He flings a hand towards your door and it slams shut, only to be followed by your amazed “wow! More magic thingys!” and he drops onto the couch, head in his hands. This whole night has taken a turn for the worse, and despite his best efforts otherwise, he finds himself undeniably attracted to this weak, stupid, drunk mortal.

For the first time in his life there’s something disgustingly warm spreading through his chest as his mind wanders back to how you had kissed him, even under a layer of alcohol, how you had said so honestly that you wanted to hold his hand?

He’s overstayed his welcome. Standing near the door, he can hear you humming quietly to yourself as you shuffle around the room, reassuring him that you’re okay. He sets the dirty spoon in the sink and puts the ice cream back in your freezer, straightening the grocery list stuck to the metal door. There’s blank sheets behind the list and a pen connected to it, and Loki takes them down and writes you a quick note.

By the time he’s finished, there’s only silence coming from your room and he carefully opens the door to peek inside; you’re fast asleep, thankfully wearing pants—the hem of your t shirt has ridden up and Loki quickly tugs it down to cover your skin. You don’t exactly look comfortable, one leg bent and hanging off the side of your bed, with an arm crossed over your face as you snore.

How in all the nine realms do you still look so ethereal?

Loki can’t help but smile at you. You are, for lack of a better word, adorable, and he subconsciously brings his finger up to brush over his lip—you had felt so right against his lips and he almost wants to…no. No, no, no.

He lifts your leg onto the bed and pulls the covers over you, hanging up your discarded dress and setting his little note under the glass of water on you bedstand, refilling the cup with a wave of his hand.

“Goodnight, little mortal,” he whispers, hesitantly hovering a hand over yours. “I hope you don’t remember any of this.”

Then he gives your hand a light squeeze and is gone, leaving only a faint green glow settling around your room.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Okay…at least you wake up in bed alone, thank all that is holy.

Alone save for a million regrets and a pounding headache. Somehow you had gotten home safely last night, Tony must have called you a cab or something. Sitting up with a groan, you stretch and—wait a minute.

Loki. 

Oh my god. Flashes of last night flood your mind and there are a million scenarios that you aren’t sure really happened or were just dreamed up by your drunk mind…you’re never drinking tequila again.

Your dress is hanging neatly on the back of your closet door, and you definitely were not the one to have done that. You’re wearing your sweats and an old t shirt…oh hell no. Did Loki change you??

That was not the way you would have ever wanted him to see you half-naked for the first time. Not drunk and messy and doing god knows what, saying who knows what, but there’s no going back now…

At least he’s not laying naked in your bed.

Actually…maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing. Wait, no, no thinking things like that!

You fall back onto the pillows, rubbing your throbbing temples and trying desperately to remember what happened. Besides the headache, you don’t feel too terrible; a little parched, maybe, and your lips feel kinda funny.

Reaching for the cup of water you keep by your bedside, you notice a piece of paper tucked underneath—the cup has been refilled as well, the water still cold. The writing on the note is frankly beautiful; small, tight loops in the lettering give it that perfect touch of messiness for added character. You check the bottom of the slip and—oh god—it’s from Loki.

“Good morning, mortal,” it reads, “don’t worry. You dressed yourself behind a closed door and I sat in a different room.”

Oh thank goodness.

You requested that I see you home safely, and we took a car (we had a third driver, neither of us were—are—fit to drive) to your home. You begged me to stay and try what you call “ice cream,” which we then sat on the couch and ate to our heart’s content.

Fantastic. You had a drunk date with a god and ate ice cream.

You thankfully fell asleep on your bed, so I left you there, made sure your doors were locked, put the ice cream away, and left. Thank you for the ice cream; that is an incredible midgardian creation and I hope someday you will show me where I can find some of my own.

I left you breakfast on the table. Take the day, rest, and I’ll be back to check on you soon. Thank you for the…entertaining night, and call for me if you need anything at all.

If there is anything you remember from last night that you wish for me to forget, say the word and I will have no memory of it.

-Loki

Anything you want him to forget?

It all comes back to you at once. The water, that disgustingly attractive white shirt, the car ride—the car ride?! For some reason, you remember just being close to him, and you rack your brain to try and remember what happened.

You held his hand. Oh no, no no no. He’s not supposed to know any of that, anything about how you might feel for him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Loki’s note clutched tight in your hand, you drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen. Sure enough, there’s a plate of some kind of sliced bread sitting on your counter. It smells delicious, crumbly and sweet and unlike anything you’ve ever eaten before—it must be Asgardian. You scarf all of it down without hesitation, and immediately your throbbing headache subsides, your head clears, and memories start to trickle back into your mind.

You glance around the kitchen and see a dirty spoon in the sink, and suddenly there’s the weirdest tingling sensation in your lips as your head starts spinning. Bringing a hand up to gingerly feel your lips, your heart starts pounding and it all clicks: you kissed him.

No idea what the deal is with that spoon, but oh my god, you definitely kissed Loki last night.

“If there is anything you remember from last night that you wish for me to forget…”

The thought has barely processed through your panicked mind when you hear a gentle knock on the door, rattling you from your thoughts. You rush to the door and crack it open to see the last person in the world you want to see right now standing on your porch: the god you kissed and ate ice cream with while you were drunk off your ass.

“Good morning,” he says, a little too cheerfully. And oh my god, he’s wearing another white shirt, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “May I come in?”

“Um…no.” You push the door almost completely closed, just barely peeking out at him from behind the door. Like hell he can come in, looking like that?! “Sorry, I’m like, really sick.”

Loki raises an eyebrow and puts a hand on the door. “I’m nearly certain that’s impossible. Did you eat what I left you?”

“…maybe.”

“Then it is impossible for you to be sick.” He smiles at you and your hand slips off the doorknob. “That particular grain can cure the simplest of ailments, the most common of which would be those caused by…a certain level of drunkenness.”

“Loki, I’m so sorry,” you start rambling, opening the door and stepping back to let him in. “Thank you for taking care of me, um, I’m really, really so sorry you had to deal with my drunk ass—”

“Oh, hush. I’ve dealt with worse.” He steps inside and closes the door behind him, turning around only to find you right in front of his chest, much too close. “I—sorry.”

You both immediately back away from each other, casting your gazes anywhere but at one another, and you notice Loki has a plastic bag one hand partially hidden behind his back. “Um…whatcha got there?”

Loki blinks and glances at the bag, then gives you a sheepish grin. “It’s, uh, ice cream. You seemed to enjoy it last night, and I thought it might make you feel better?”

Crap, there goes your heart again.

“Wow. Thank you, Loki, that’s-that’s super sweet.” Words don’t seem to be working very well for you right now, so you just wrap your arms around yourself and wave him inside to the kitchen, unable to bring yourself to look at him.

You kissed this guy.

He follows you as you pad into the kitchen, bare feet shuffling across the floor to drop you into a chair at the little table in the corner, and you carefully start sipping your water to try to get some moisture back in your dry throat.

Loki stands uncomfortably in the middle of the kitchen for a moment, holding the bag of ice cream and looking around in confusion. “Where would you like me to put this?”

“Break that baby out, I’m hungry,” you mumble over the rim of your cup, eyes squeezed shut in exhausted pain and you wave a hand at a top shelf in one of the cabinets. “Bowls’re up there.”

He doesn’t move and just stares at you for a bit, opening and closing his mouth as if he’s about to say something. You can only imagine what he has to say to you after last night, and you’d rather just get it out of the way. “Come on, get it out. I can handle it,” you sigh.

He’s so cute when he plays oblivious. “What?”

“We kissed, didn’t we?” You set down your cup with a bang and risk a glance at his face, only to find his face a little more flushed than usual. “Well, I kissed you, right?”

“…you did.”

“Oh my god, Loki, I’m so sorry.” You drop your face into your hands with a groan. “That’s so terrible of me to put you in a position like that, and-and you were so nice to me and took such good care of me and—why are you smiling?”

He’s just standing there, smiling softly at you, in that damned white shirt, and you swear you couldn’t possibly fall any further in love with this guy, this god.

“Maybe,” he begins thoughtfully, putting the ice cream on the counter and rifling through a drawer for two spoons. “Maybe it wasn’t all that terrible.”

He flashes your stunned face a sideways grin, waiting to see your reaction and falling silent. You’ve completely lost the ability to speak in complete sentences after that and fall silent as well, and the two of you just sit there in each other’s heavy silence, waiting to see who will cave first.

Oh, fuck it. This one isn’t getting away.

“Hey, Loki?”

The god pauses and glances down at you, an arm frozen in midair reaching for the bowls on the top shelf. “Hm?”

“…nice shirt.”

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Toaster Drunk

Summary: Imagine an apologetic Thor bringing home a very drunk and swaying Loki, sheepishly explaining that ‘things may have gotten a bit out of hand’ before you are left with the task of herding Loki to bed, who of course fights you every step of the way, never mind that he can barely stand on his own. Naturally, when you finally get there, sleep is the last thing on his mind…

Pairing: pre-established Loki x Reader Word Count: 2748 Notes:  drinking, drunk Loki, handsy Loki, (little ball of rage), groping, kissing, swearing, NSFW? 

After another successful mission. You and the others make your way back to the common room to celebrate, relax, and generally disperse to your own activities while trying to wind down.  Tony and Nat naturally start pouring everyone’s favorite drinks. Bucky and Vision leave to their own rooms shortly after the first drink, neither bothering with the stuff as it doesn’t ever have influence on them. Two drinks later, feeling relaxed, you excuse yourself to your room, needed a quiet moment alone.  You know how the rest of the group can get when alcohol is involved, even if Steve could barely feel anything when he kept up with Tony.  Loki watches with a grin as you leave.  You can hear various mumblings followed by Thor laughing loudly as you walk further down the hall, not caring what was said in your leaving.

After showering, and changing into comfy lounge wear, your attention is brought back to your abandoned book.  The one you were half way through and dying to finish. Knowing it could still be a few hours before anyone would come knocking or be loud enough to disturb you, you settled down with your book and a cup of tea from your small kitchenette.   

Time passes and before you know it you’ve finished your book. Looking at the clock you sigh, it’s nearing midnight; chuckling at the thought that Loki, Thor, and Nat are probably still enjoying Tony’s overly large bar. Unable to resist, you start to order the next book in the series when a thunderous knock at your door makes you jump slightly.

“What the..”  Pushing your laptop onto your coffee table rolling your eyes, assuming you’re going to be greeted by some prank when you open the door.

You glance through the peep hole, bracing for a start, only to see a very smiley, very guilty looking Thor, very, very close to the door.

“Okkkayyy.. What’d you do.. Loki?” Your question dies in your throat as you take in a slumped Loki being held up by Thor.

“Lady (Y/N)!” Thor booms, dipping slightly to bow, jostling Loki like a rag doll.  “You’re looking well rested, little sister!” Thor smiled, eyes filled with concern.

“I was just reading. Have a good time you two?”

“We did! You would have been.. ug,.. proud.. I think.”

Thor began to mumble his words as he tried to keep Loki upright when the later reached for you. Rolling your eyes out of the hilarity of the situation you were about to ask what got into the brothers when suddenly you hear a large thud coming from behind them, followed by giggles. You move to look around the wall that is Thor to see a very irate Nat letting go of the grip he had on Steve’s biceps.  Losing his footing as his knees buckle, he slides not so gracefully to the side, down the wall, and lands in front of Bucky’s door. Nat squares her shoulders and knocks loudly.

“Sam I swear to –“ Bucky opens the door, nearly stepping on a giggling Steve.

“I got him this far, Barnes. It’s your turn now. I’m done.” She dead pans when Steve’s giggling becomes even louder.

Sighing she walks away leaving a confused but amused Bucky as he looks down just in time to see Steve pulling tight on the knot he just formed with both of Bucky’s shoe laces.

“Come on man.” Bucky chuckles, toeing off his shoes. He looks up and sees the trio of you stock still, except for a gently swaying Loki, and freezes.  

“Good luck, (Y/N)!” He says, shaking his head before grabbing Steve by the wrists and pulling him into his quarters. “Come on tough guy.”

“Yeah, you too Buck.”

You look back to Thor, shaking your head and lifting a brow as your mouth drops open though no words come out.

“Why?” You eventually get out, “Why the Asgardian mead? Hmm? Was it your idea? Or was it yours?” You ask eyeing first Thor and then Loki.

Loki chuckles awkwardly as his hunched form does little more than lightly shake. 

“Oh nooo.” He snickers smacking playfully at Thor, “Mummy’s angry.”

“Loki.” Thor boomed, causing you to wince.

“I’ve told you not to make mummy mad.” Loki whispers as he tries to take a step towards your door, his failed attempt resulting in him kicking the door jam.  

“Yeah. Uh huh.” You look at Loki, wondering if he saw two or just one of you. “Thor, what happened?”

“Well, as you know, we decided to have a few drinks in celebration of our recent victory...” he starts, before adjusting his grip on Loki.

“And..”

“And well, Tony made a point about Steven needing to blow off steam like the rest of us...”

“Implying your Asgardian –“

“Asgardian mead, yes.” Thor nods but looks away. You were starting to think you really were ‘Mummy’ after all.

“And then?”

“And, well, again, as you know, it turns out, Loki and Steven worked very well together during this last mission. So much so that I think, if they remember anything tomorrow, they shall still be on their way to becoming great friends.” He beamed before looking down to a slightly sulking and bored looking Loki.

“You’re stalling, what happened?”

“I merely…” Loki began before pausing and looking up and to his left as if something caught his eye. Thor lightly jostles him, bringing him back to the present. “Hmm? Yes.. I merely wanted to help the ca-cap-captain man out.”

Thor immediately beams another seemingly innocent smile down at you as Loki flashes you a truly mischievous grin; making you wonder what kind of trouble they got into when they were little.

“Loki..”

“He merely.. he uh, he and the Captain.. you, you see” Thor stammered, trying for time.

Loki smiled “I may have added to the, to the, drink..”

“You made it stronger?” You try your best to keep a straight face, but Lord help you, part of you loves when Loki goes off the handle like this.

“Indeed. D-darling.” His smile growing as he started to eye you up and down.  

“Anything else I need to know, Thor?”  You ask, as you plucked some lint off of Loki’s shoulder, trying to be mad at him.

“My brother and Steven.. They wanted to see who could, could out drink the other.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Loki.” You laugh, pulling his arm over your shoulder, now holding up half of his weight.  “Come here.”

Silence grew as Thor fully handed over his brother. Loki’s arms immediately wrapping around you causing you to smile at his blatant inebriated honesty.  The burden of glorious purpose was now yours and yours alone to hold up. Thor made supporting his weight look easy.  Loki wasn’t exactly heavy, but being of all lean muscle and taller than you, it was doable, but in his drunken state… well, he didn’t exactly make it easy for you as his lanky limbs wrapped around you and got in your way.  

“Hmm, darling,” Loki drawls, as his hands wandered over the curves of your body, pressing you into him. “You feel d-divine.”

You huff out a laugh as you tried to keep your tangled bodies up right.

“Do I dare ask who, whom, who, who won?” You looked up to Thor as Loki starts to nuzzle and nip at your neck, distracting you.

“Whom?” Thor replies, also in question.

“Whomst.” Loki mumbles lowly into your hair so only you could hear, causing you to laugh.

“With the drinking. Was it Stevie or Loki?” you ask still amused at Loki’s clinginess.

“Loki did.” Thor smiles with pride. “Even with his addition of magic, he still drank Steven under the table, as you say.”

Thor clapped his hand down on Loki’s back, which caused you both to stagger back a few small steps.

“Even outside of battle, my brother has done well today.”

Sighing heavily as you brace Loki against the door way, “And did you by chance partake as well, Thor?”

Thor didn’t say anything, but his twisted smile answered for you.

“I see..” you work on turning Loki inwards towards your quarters. “Do you need help too, or am I to be left alone with his highness?” You cheekily ask before catching Loki as he started to fall when you tried to get him to stand on his own.  

“I shall be fine, Lady (Y/N).” He says swaying slightly. “Now I think I shall find my chambers…”

“And if not?”

“I shall ask the entity of Lady F.R.I.D.A.Y. to help me.” He beamed again, before continuing in a whisper, “I think she likes me.”

“Oh, Thor.”  You half giggled, causing Loki to slightly growl into your ear, “go to bed.”

He made a move towards your door, “Your own bed, Thor.” You said as you raised a hand toward him, hoping he’d stop, as Loki’s grip tightened possessively around you.

“Of course, Lady (Y/N).” He smiled, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “I shall slumber alone, for the Valkyrie of my heart is so far away..”

He starts down the hallway swaying slightly side to side, half humming and half singing a melody you recognize but can’t place.

“What a bumbling oaf.” Loki lightly jests as he stares down at you, moving his hands to either side of your face.

“He can have his moments.” You say without thinking.

“What?” Loki snarls back. “Would you take his side, when clearly you have a god before you?”

Ah, angry, drunk Loki; your favorite Loki. You rolled your eyes internally, before wrapping your arms around him tightly and sighing.

“My Loki. My love.” You stated slowly, drawing his attention to you, causing him to forget his sudden burst of irritation. “How could I ever compare the two of you. Clearly, you’re the only one for me. It’s been obvious, for much longer than I’d like to admit. You know that. Everyone knows that.”

His face began to soften. His snarl turning into a dopey, lust filled smirk as he brought his lips to yours.  

“Say, say, say it again.” He slurs, gazing passionately at you.

You smile, knowing exactly what he wants. “Loki.” You whisper right before his lips touch yours, a fervent, almost sloppy, yet passionate kiss.

Somehow you manage to push him into the room enough to close the door. Though your steps falter as his lips fall to your throat.  You try with all your might to efficiently tug him through the living room towards the bedroom. He goes to kiss you again, but quickly your lips parting from his as your concentration brakes and your movements became more strenuous.

“Why do y-you resist me, m-my darling?” Loki’s lips moved to your neck as his hands fondled your breast and hip.

“Loki.”

“Yesss, pet.”

“You gotta help me a little here.” You post your slow moving cargo partially against the couch, partially against your chest, as you slow your breath and try to think of a new game plan as he continues to paw at you absentmindedly.

“Are you hungry at all?” You were only five steps away from the small kitchen, “There’s already water in our room. I was reading before you showed up.”

You ran your fingers through his mused hair as he blearily looked into the kitchen before turning his gaze back to you.  

“There’s only one-one-one thing I’m hungry for.”

“Toast? Or possibly just the toaster?” you ask, arching a brow, referring to one of the first times you saw him drunk, wandering around the kitchen, confusing the words “toast” and “toaster.” Had he been sober, he’d find you mildly amusing at best.

Cocking his head to the side, brow furrowed, he asks, “Toaster?”

You mirror the motion of his head, turning yours to the side as well. “Are you hungry?”

“What?”

“Darling, do want anything to eat? Anything to drink?”

He shakes his head violently, like a child, causing you to chortle.

“Alright, alright. No food, my love. Let’s go. Come on, we’re almost there.”

“But I’m hungry.” He whines, pulling on your top lightly.

Trying to school your expression, you ask, “What are you hungry for?”

“You, my pet.” He growls against your ear as he wraps his arms around you again, shifting his weight making you both tumble over onto the cushions of the couch. You shriek and giggle landing on top of him.

“Loki,” you sigh, as his lips assault your neck.

“Hmm, darling.”

“We need to get to bed.”

His hands work their way under your shirt, trying to rid you of it while also trying to keep you close to him.  His efforts never bearing fruit.

“Are-re you not comfortable, darling?” He asks between kisses, his hands continue to wander. “Are you not, not, not enjoying this?”

“I, yes, I am, but, but, Loki.” You clear your throat, momentarily distracting him. “I’m not getting trapped on the couch again.”

You manage to pull yourself away from his grasp, to stand next to him. “Pet?” His hand grasps your calf and rests there.

“Are we not already in bed?”

“No, we’re not,” you laugh again. “Now will you join me in bed or shall I leave you here to pout?”

“Perhaps not.” He stairs at the ceiling, concern flashing over his face.

“What’s wrong darling?” You pull his hand into yours, kneeling next to him.

“Will you help me?” his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, darling, of course.” You kiss his cheek. “I’ll always be here.”

Loki raises his other arm, which you take and pull him into a seated position. He moves to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your side where your top has risen revealing skin.  The warmth of his breath and hands cause you to shiver and momentarily forget yourself, carding your fingers through his hair.  You tug lightly drawing his face back to look up at you. A cheeky smile slowly takes shape on his darkened features and you sweetly smile in return.  You lean forward to help him stand again, steadying his swaying body when he’s fully standing.  

You take one small step. Then another. And another. More shuffling along then proper walking down the short hall. Loki’s grip tightens as he starts to lean to the side, slowing your progress towards the bedroom. Your eyes grow round as you realize there’s no way to stop your shifting momentum towards the wall.  As your back hits the wall Loki chuckles darkly, kissing you senseless and grinding into you.  

“Fuck.” You shakily say as Loki moves his attentions to your neck, marking you you’re sure.  

Loki leans his weight further onto you, pinning you to the wall, which seems to be the only way he can stand up right. You reach to the side, feeling the door jam to your shared room. Sighing again at how close, yet how far away you are from getting him to bed.  

“Something the matter?” His one hand sits heavily at your waste, the other pressed into the wall by your head, aiding in supporting his weight.

“Since you only seem to have one thing on that fabulous mind of yours, yes.” You smirk at him.

“And whatever could that be?” He moves to kiss you again, but you place your fingers on his lips to stop him, causing him to arch a brow at you.

“How about you can continue your quest when we go in there?” You motion with your free hand back towards your room, hoping that this last-ditch effort will be enough to finally finish your last task of the day.

“Sounds.” He lightly nips at your fingers. “Promising.”

“Hmm, that’s cuz you know I can deliver.”

“Indeed, you can, my queen.” He wraps his arms around you again, tugging you into him and away from the wall.

You take this opportunity to move the both of you the last final steps into your room, finally stopping next to the bed.

“You have quite a way with wo-words, darling.”

“I learn from the best.” You wink at him.

He lazily laughs, dipping his lips to yours.  It was going to be a long night, you knew it the moment you saw him in the door way propped up by Thor. But this time when he shifts his weight to fall onto the bed with you, you don’t complain.

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Rosetta sighs, smiling. "Loki, dear, are you drunk again?"

Drunk!Loki 32/35

“Someone spiked my drink… now I can’t think straight…

Ehehehe, who said I thought straight in the first place!”

[gingerwritess]

Please, Kiss Me (Part 2/6)

Summary: (Loki x reader) five times that Loki kissed you, and the one time you kissed him: you and Loki share a midnight kiss to welcome the New Year.

Warnings: kissing *gasp* and alcohol

A/N: thank you so much for all the love on part one! FYI I’m a sucker for drunk Loki. And drunk lovers in general. It’s my favourite ugh

If you have any ideas or requests for special kisses, drop me an ask!! I’m not completely set in stone for the last few parts of this series, so I’m open to suggestions!

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Moodboard by @marveloussupernatural !!!!!!

You didn’t know it was possible for gods to get drunk. Granted, it had taken well over four bottles of Asgardian liquor, but it had finally sent Loki into a drunken tizzy. He just couldn’t turn down a challenge: a chance to prove that he could handle his liquor better than Thor (who was at the moment running up and down the stairs to the loft and living room, waving his hammer wildly and screeching the Bob the Builder theme song at the top of his lungs).

It was awesome. The last thing you had ever expected to see was Loki, the definition of sophistication and upholding a powerful image, stumbling about the party with a rosy tint on his normally gaunt cheeks. Yet here you were, lounging against the bar, laughing at the god across the room as he began to work his way towards you.

He smiled cheekily at you, taking another swig of his drink as he came to a halt in front of you. “I did it,” he told you proudly. “I beat Thor.”

Before you could respond, Loki brought a finger under your chin and tilted your head up for a sudden victory kiss. Unfortunately he completely missed your lips and ended up smashing his mouth against your cheek under your left eye.

“Loki!” You burst out laughing, grabbing his arms and pushing him away from you. “What the hell was that?”

The frustrated look on his face only made you laugh harder as he realised his mistake.

“I missed!” He exclaimed, obviously upset with himself for messing up his attempted kiss. He moved in to kiss you again, but you pressed a finger to his lips with a laugh.

“Save it for midnight, my love.” You winked at him and took the drink out of his hand, bringing it to your lips for a sip.

Loki’s brow furrowed as he watched you take his drink, mulling over your words. “Two things,” he mumbled, confidently holding up three fingers. “One: you haven’t had enough to drink. You can’t be more sober than I am. And two… what’s at midnight?”

“It’s New Year’s Eve!” You answered in shock. “You don’t know? At midnight, a new year starts, and the tradition is for everyone to kiss right at midnight.”

Loki reached for his drink back, but you held it just out of his grasp. After a moment of struggling, he dropped his head in defeat to rest on your shoulder, unable to reach his drink.

“That’s it?” His voice was muffled by your shirt. “Humans are so… odd. Why can’t you just kiss whenever you want?”

You chuckled, running your fingers lovingly through his hair. “We can. But some kisses are more special than others, like the first one of a new year.”

Loki moved to place a sloppy kiss against your neck, humming in understanding. “If you give me my drink,” he began, raising his head to stare you in the eye. “I promise you. I’ll give you the best New Year kiss in the world.”

You pretended to mull it over, taking another drink just to tease him.

His eyes widened, and he grabbed your face to cradle it in his hands. “No! I’ll give you the best kiss in all the nine realms.” He spoke with such determination, you couldn’t resist him.

With a chuckle, you tugged his hand off your face and handed him his drink. “Fine, here you go. But don’t you dare let me down.”

He nodded firmly. “I won’t, don’t you worry, Y/N.” He suddenly slammed his fist on the bar top to get the bartender's’ attention. “Excuse me! I need five shots of your strongest liquor, now,” he demanded, then turned to you with a mischievous grin. “Four for you, only one for me. You need to catch up to me, darling.”

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The night flew by, drawing closer and closer to midnight. Cups had been overflowing, almost everyone enjoying the party in a tipsy daze.

You and Loki sat on the couch, you on his lap leaning against his chest, your arms around his neck to keep him close. You were giggling hysterically as Loki whispered sweet nothings to you, cheeks flushed and heart fluttering at his words. His long fingers traced up and down your thigh, each time reaching a tiny bit higher under the hem of your dress.

“I want you to be my queen,” he murmured in your ear, his breath against your skin smelling of hard liquor.

Pushing away from him, you reached up to tuck a stray lock of his hair behind his ear with a drunken grin. “Me too. Where do I sign up?”

Loki let out a laugh that was much too loud for your dumb comment, then pointed at his face. “Here! On my mouth, please.”

You both seemed to have forgotten that other people were in the room. You eagerly moved to straddle his waist, leaning in for a kiss when Sam spoke up from the seat next to you.

“Damn Loki, want to spell it all out for us? Just in case we don’t understand?” he teased.

You giggled at his comment, but honest concern immediately spread across Loki’s drunken face.

“I-I want you to put your mouth on mine!” He explained to you seriously, pointing at his lips. “And then move them around, and-and oh! Can you put your tongue in my mouth?! I love when you do that.” His eyes lit up in excitement.

Everyone in the room burst out laughing at Loki’s obscenely honest requests.

“Shhhhhhhhh!” You sloppily pushed your forefinger against his lips. “You shouldn’t say that in front of everyone!”

His eyes closed as a smile grew on his wonderfully relaxed face. “Sorry, sorry,” he half-whispered, pursing his lips in an attempt to kiss your finger.

Taking another gulp of your drink, you pulled your hand away from his face, reaching down to grab his collar and pull him closer.

His eyes widened eagerly at your sudden movements. “Is it midnight yet?” He whined, reaching for your face.

“Four minutes to go,” you mumbled, peppering his cheekbones and forehead with kisses. The music continued to blare, minutes ticking away as all your friends partied on.

“Almost midnight!” Someone yelled, breaking you out of your daze staring into Loki’s eyes. 11:59!

Excited chatter filled the room. You hopped off Loki’s lap, clapping your hands together eagerly.

30 seconds.

Loki threw an arm over your shoulders, pulling you tightly against his side. His eyes twinkled in anticipation, drunk and happier than you’d ever seen.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

You joined in the countdown, yelling as loud as you could, and Loki quickly caught on.

“Three! Two! ONE!”

Deafening cheers erupted in the room. Champagne bottles were popped, confetti thrown, turning the room into a beautiful mess.

You turned to Loki and had just enough time to glimpse the confetti littering his disheveled hair before his lips smashed into yours, knocking you back onto the couch.

The shock lasted for just a moment before you melted under his weight. The hint of liquor still on his tongue was intoxicating, and you could tell he was kissing you with everything he had.

Oh, it was simply magnificent. Different, sloppy, but magnificent all the same. He moved against your lips messily and explored your mouth with a newfound, drunken interest, treasuring your touch as he held himself above you.

Feeling adventurous, you grabbed his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a tug. Loki let out a grunt in surprise, his eyes flying open. His arms holding himself above you lost all strength and gave out.

Suddenly all his weight was on you, knocking the air out of your lungs with a loud “hmmph!”

Realising he could be hurting you, Loki scrambled to get off you, but you burst out laughing and latched your arms around him. Unfortunately his balance was already thrown off, so the sudden movement caused the two of you to tumble off the edge of the small couch onto the hardwood floor with a crash.

Oops.

The chatter in the room screeched to a halt and you felt every pair of eyes in the room turn to look at you.

Loki’s hands dug into your waist to keep you on top of him instead of hitting the ground, and you buried your face into the crook of Loki’s neck in embarrassment.

“Are you ok, darling?” He mumbled, trying to lift your head up to look at you.

“Well shit. Don’t ever let these two drink again.”

You barely heard Tony’s comment, but it brought a snort of laughter to your lips. Soon you were shaking with laughter, and you lifted your head up to look down at Loki with tears of laughter in your eyes.

“Just… just kiss me again,” you giggled breathlessly, watching his embarrassed expression go from concern to amusement at the situation you had quite literally fallen in to.

His hand snaked up your sides to grip the back of your neck, pulling you down to lock his lips on yours once more.

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