Jealous! Loki
I’m not very happy with how this turned out, it could have been better honestly, but, hey, better late than never, right?
I’m awful
Warnings: Slight mention of sex, drinking, guy being an asshole, flirting???
Words: 600
Notes: I know it’s short, I’m sorry, I hope you’ll like it anyway.
Amy
Tony was hosting a party at the tower and all the Avengers were invited. Now, you were an S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, not an Avenger, but all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were to come, Tony's words, so you went. I mean, how could you turn down an offer like that?
You opted for a knee-length black dress with a low v-neck and a bare back and a pair of Mary Jane high heels. For the makeup, you simply went with a dark red lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. You grabbed your purse, looking one last time at your (h/l) (h/c) hair, fixing the strands that were out of place and you went to your car, driving to the Avengers Tower.
When you arrived, the party was already crowded. You spotted your friend across the room and went to them.
"Girl, you look stunning!" they said, making you blush. "Yeah, I wanted to go for a bolder look..." you looked around the room, recognizing your colleagues. "That's not just bold that's, like," they went silent for a second, eyeing you up and down "I don't even know what that is". You laughed at them, taking the martini that they handed to you "Cheers". You took a sip and kept looking around the room.
You were chatting with (b/f/n) when Tony invited you both to meet the other Avengers. Surprisingly enough, Loki was there too. "Hi. I'm (y/n)." you shook their hands as they introduced themselves (not that there was any need). Soon enough you were talking like old friends. Thor had the pleasure of discovering that you could take very well alcohol, but when he offered another shot you politely refused, since you were already feeling a little dizzy.
You sat on a couch in a corner, watching your friend flirting with everybody. Unbelievable.
You laughed. "What a sweet sound for a tough woman..." you looked up and saw no other than the very God of Mischief. He sat beside you and you moved, in order to give him some more space, facing him at the same time.
"What is Loki, mighty God of Mischief, doing between all these puny humans, I wonder?" you asked with a solemn tone, you could have bet that he sat up straighter at your words. You stifled a laugh. "What, if not admiring a beauty such as yourself?" you blushed, you weren't expecting him to be so blunt. You spent a while talking and flirting when an Agent went up to you, "May I dance with you? Surely I would be much more entertaining than a criminal." he smiled smugly.
You saw Loki clench his fists, a look of disgust and hatred painted on his face.
You got up and faced the man, who had a short-lived feeling of victory. That was until you proceeded to slap him across the face, catching the attention of the Avengers, right on time for you to splash what was left of your drink on him, which he rightly interpreted as his cue to leave.
You sat back down and wiped off some drops of the martini that you just poured. Loki was sitting stiffly, he almost seemed, jealous?
He looked at you, malice in his eyes. "Why don't we continue our conversation somewhere more private? Behind some closed doors, maybe..." he smiled seductively, getting up and offering you a helping hand. "With pleasure" you answered, taking it.
"Oh, don't worry, there'll be lots for you tonight".