Pac-Man - Loki x Reader
Plot: Reader take Loki to an arcade, much to his confusion, but he learns to love it
Warnings: none
Word count: 504
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"What is this place again?" Loki looks up at the sign skeptically, it flashes Dexter's Fun-A-Torium over and over in bright, hypnotic lights.
"An arcade, love," you say with a smile, pulling Loki through the double doors.
As soon as you're inside the sound hits you. Kids running around shouting, laser guns from shooting games, and prizes being won. The place smells like nostalgia, memories flood you of your own times at the arcade as a child, and looking up at Loki, you can't wait to share this with him.
"This is fun?" he asks, surveying the sprawling building.
"Very."
"You're quite certain?"
"Yes," you laugh and pull him towards the nearest game, a Pac-Man machine. "Come on, just try it out."
He groans, but grabs hold of the joystick anyway.
"Alright, this one's simple. Don't let the ghosts catch you."
"I repeat, this is fun?"
"Oh, shut up," you put in the coins and the game starts.
Loki, of course, is a natural master of arcade games. You watch as he easily clears the best score. Eventually, the ghosts get him, much to his displeasure.
"Nonsense! They had no right, they all ganged up on me!"
The machine spits out a seemingly endless number of tickets. Loki looks puzzled.
"Why is the video machine giving us garbage?"
"They're tickets," you nudge him playfully with your shoulder. "We exchange them at the counter for prizes."
"Prizes, you say?"
"Oh, yes."
He grins and collects his tickets, using his magic to store them elsewhere for now.
You two explore the rest of the arcade, letting the flashing lights suck you into a childlike haze. Loki's favorite game by far is the claw machine, he puts his full focus in the strategy, playing it with seriousness, treating it like a battle to be won.
Three hours later you drag him out of the arcade, weighed down with prizes, drunk on laughter.
"I don't think I've ever seen someone win that many games in a row. You cheated!"
"I most certainly did not."
"There is no way you are just that naturally talented at pinball," you deadpan.
He chuckles. "A magician never reveals his secrets."
"I thought you were a sorcerer."
"Still applies."
You reach your car. "And what if I really wanted to find out those secrets?"
Loki smirks and opens your trunk, putting the many prizes inside. He closes it and walks over to you. You back up against the side of the car and Loki puts his hands on the hood, blocking you in. "Then you'll have to ask very nicely."
He bends down pressing his lips to your neck, a cool sensation, before pulling away and unlocking the car. "Come on, Trouble. Let's go home," he says.
You laugh and look up at him. Illuminated by the flashing lights, he looks even more godlike now than he normally does. You press a kiss to his cheek before moving out of the way of the driver's door. "As you wish, Mischief."