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The Testing Kind - Part 5

Author’s Note: To everyone that has come along on this journey with me, thank you so much! This is Part 5, the final part of my plus size reader & Loki story.

Pairing: Loki x Plus Size Female Reader Warnings: Scenes of battle, reference to beating/ fighting/ torture, injury, smut and fluff Summary: Loki was pulled onto a mission after your first time together, leaving the promise of his return. It’s a test for both of you... will you pass?

"And that's the mission, Rock of Ages." Tony swiped at the holographic display, closing the file with a wave of his hand.

Steve Rogers eyed the dark god, "Loki? Questions?"

"None. I only hope that I can complete the task quickly and correctly."

Tony, Steve and Natasha looked at each other, skeptical, because Loki seemed so sincere.

"We tag team around here, so we're sending Wanda with you. She'll meet you at the Quinjet." Natasha tucked her hands into her jacket, "and Loki, she's in charge."

Eyeing her through an errant strand of hair, Loki nodded, "Of course."

"Let's go. The faster you start, the sooner you're back… and in the arms of… what's her name?"

Loki snapped his head, practically growling at Tony, "Don't trouble yourself about her."

Hands up in defense, Tony replied, "Easy tiger. Just offering some incentive."

Toying with the small golden earring in his pocket, Loki looked away from the trio of heroes, "I have plenty of reasons for returning as quickly as possible, without your incentives."

Clapping Loki on the back, Steve offered, "Good Luck. Nat and I will be on comms. We'll talk you through."

As the two men stepped away Loki hung back, "Ms. Romanoff? May I… may I impose on you?"

Natasha faced the god with her almost smile, "Ah… is this about your letter?"

Dropping his head slightly, murmuring, "Yes… it… she… She is very dear to me and I fear that if something were to go wrong, well, she would be uninformed. I was hoping that you might stay in contact with her? That is, if you wouldn't mind?"

Natasha found herself at a loss for words. Loki wasn't interested in friendship or helping. Usually he paid little or no attention to herself and the other teammates. But here he was, genuinely asking for assistance, a new trick for the old dog.

"Yea, ok. I'll keep her in the loop, if I can, Loki. You know how sensitive our work is."

Slowly a smile spread across his face, "Of course. I… honestly can't thank you enough."

Natasha, struck by his happily handsome grin, shrugged, "Don't thank me. But do me a favor? Keep an eye on my girl. Wanda's one of my favorite people. Make sure she comes home."

He looked over Natasha, as if really seeing her for the first time, "I shall." When Loki offered Natasha his hand, she shook it.

---

Morning found you. Bronze light burnished the frame of your window, spilling into your room, casting the place in warmth. Too bad it didn't reach your heart.

Sighing, you clicked off the alarm. Today was Tuesday. Ugh.

For a variety of reasons, Tuesday was the worst day of the week. Most people loathe Mondays, getting back into the routine, commuting, catching up. But Monday had nothing on Tuesday.

Tuesday gave the illusion of being one step closer to the weekend, of freedom, of relaxation. Lies. Tuesday was just Monday's little brother. Only, the traffic was worse. And if you were going to be honest, this particular Tuesday was harder than most since it marked day ten that Loki had been gone.

You hadn't heard a thing.

Shuffling to your closet, you grab slacks and a blouse, absently you tug out a striped cardigan sweater. Willfully you ignore the golden gown that hangs like a depressed ghost of prom nights past. It hurts your heart to think about that night… and him.

The morning after your tryst, pleasantly sore and soaring, you clung to the memories of his strong hands and talented tongue. Imagining the things you could've, would've said if Tony Freakin' Stark hadn't intruded, well, it was enough to make tears of frustration form.

Then one day became two. And two was suddenly ten.

With each day it was harder to hold onto the power of your few nights together. His raven's wing hair, dusting over your shoulders during a kiss. Lips which teased one minute and tasted the next. A mind that zigged and zagged.

Oh god, you thought. When you had told Loki that loving him would be the end of you, you imagined tears and heartbreak because of his negligence. Because of cruel behavior and callous words. If you had only known that having him for a handful of nights and then losing him would be this difficult… Fingering the earring, your half of the set, tears well in your eyes. Tucking the gold into your pants pocket, you brush an errant tear off your cheek. Shaking your head, you cursed at yourself. "I would do it all again. No question."

---

Work, work, work. You threw yourself into it, knowing of no better outlet for your emptiness. And, the busier you look the longer you could hide in your office, undisturbed.

A knock on your door made you jump, "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!" Nicky, the intern, curator of coffee, and general awesome human chuckled.

Hand over your arrhythmic heart, "Oh! God, it's ok! What's up?"

"There's a… Ms. Romanoff here. Asking for you. Want me to send her in?"

You know that name. That's an Avenger, but not your Avenger. Mouth dry in fear, you nod. The knot in your gut, growing unchecked for ten days tightens, and you mentally prepare yourself for whatever news your visitor might provide.

Luckily, you sound smoother than you feel as you rise with a pointed smile, "Ah, Ms. Romanoff? Lovely to meet you." You have a firm shake but your red headed guest could squeeze your bones to dust. She doesn't, but you're aware of her strength upon contact.

"It's nice to meet you too. May I?" Sitting pleasantly, Natasha settles into the chair opposite yours, curiously glancing around your office.

Grabbing the bull by the horns, "You're not here with happy news, I take it."

Impressed by your tactic, Natasha tilts her pretty head, "Not bad, per se. We… we lost communications three days ago."

Your smile tensed, "I see."

"I don't believe there's anything to worry about. Personally, I think they're just fine."

"They? You mean, he's not alone?" For some reason this idea gives you hope. Knowing that if Loki is in trouble, he has someone with him, even if it can't be you… well that's a relief. Minor, but still something.

Realizing too late that she might have over shared, Natasha covers, "Yes. He… has a partner."

"That's… good. I am grateful for that."

Silence sits between you. There are so many questions you would like to ask. Natasha can tell that you're barely holding on, and maybe that's why she volunteers, "Loki… he asked me to keep you… informed."

You offer a sad, small smile, "I am sure he did."

"You… you aren't what I expected. For Loki, I mean."

Raising your eyebrows, "I believe you know that Loki isn't big on meeting others expectations."

Natasha remembering his sincerity about doing a good job, getting back fast, "Well, you should know how… different he has been lately. Polite, almost friendly, a team player. And, having met you, I think I understand why."

"How wonderful for you and the… team. To finally see him in a positive light."

The acid in your voice makes Natasha sit forward, a tad defensive, after all, "Let's be clear. He did…"

Raising your hand, you stop her. "Please. If you don't mind, Ms. Romanoff, I would rather not rehash his past… not with you... not when I have no idea if I'll ever see him again."

Appraising you, Natasha can see how you and Loki would be a good balance for each other. She can tell that you’re not a push over, and you’re clearly not impressed by Natasha’s prowess or strength. You're not a space god, but there's something other about you, that like Loki, you had a touch of imposed loneliness marking you as different. Nodding crisply after deciding that she liked you, Natasha stood, "Right. Listen, if you want, you should come by the tower tonight. I could give you an update. You can meet some of Loki's... co-workers."

"I will… consider it. Thank you, Ms. Romanoff, truly." You mean it, sincerely, even through your unexpressed emotions.

Shaking your hand again, "You're welcome." As she walked away, Natasha couldn't shake the feeling that she had once again done more harm than good. She had upset you, leaving you worse that when she found you, and all over Loki. Sometimes life was like that, she thought. Turning your villains into heroes.

---

You out stayed everyone else in your department. There was no reason not to. For the millionth time that day you checked your phone, hoping to see some sign from You Know Who, only to be disappointed once more.

Natasha… Ms. Romanoff, she had offered her help, the help of the Avengers. Perhaps stopping by would be good. Maybe, in the six or so hours since she'd left your office there had been some word, some change that would signal Loki's coming back. And, truthfully, it's not like you had anything better to do.

The walk was short and for that you were grateful. It didn't give your mind a chance to spin out more theories on what was keeping your mystic mischief maker away. True to her word, Natasha had provided clearance credentials at the security desk on the first floor, and in moments you were on the mirrored elevator, rising towards the living quarters at The Avengers Tower.

The doors opened onto a lounge like living room, complete with a fully stocked bar, low couches and dim lighting. "Hello?" You swore there was an echo in this huge chamber.

"Um… hi?" Captain Fucking America. He looked even more surprised than you did, which, upon seeing the super soldier up close and personal was saying something.

"Hi… Natasha said…"

Smiling warmly, Steve bobbed his head, "You're Loki's… friend. She told me you might stop in."

He has kind eyes, you thought absently, before getting down to the business at hand. "Yes. Well, I was hoping that there was… I don't know, an update? Some information… really, any changes since this afternoon."

Steve stroked a hand along the back of his neck. He hated giving bad news, particularly to pretty women, it soured his stomach since lying wasn't really in his skill set. "I… uh… I don't think…"

"Cap! We got something! Looks like the Quinjet is landing in five. Bring Little Miss Reindeer Games with you." It was Tony's voice but it boomed through the room, startling you, from some high tech intercom system.

Steve, answering out loud to no one, "Yea. Ok."

You must have looked terrified because he offered his arm, saying, "Looks like you're Loki's lucky charm. Come with me, we'll see what Nat and Tony can tell us."

You were glad of his support. The whole environment of this place was bizarre to you. Wary of all the technology buzzing about, confused by cross hallways and stairwells, you would have been lost in minutes. But if this maze brought Loki to you, then your forfeited comfort would have been well spent.

Chatting casually, the man known as Captain America was struggling to make small talk. First, it was incredibly clear that you had almost no interest in what he had to say, and Steve didn’t blame you. Your worry was apparent. Second, your heart was thundering so loudly in your chest that you could hardly hear his soft words. Yet, Steve kept at it, soothingly stringing together sentences as he guided you through the tower.

Each step brought you closer to the communication hub glowing softly with the light of computer screens. Natasha spotted you first, a small wave of welcome greeting you, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Immediately you knew something was not right.

"Natasha? What's wrong?" You willed the panic out of your voice. Keep cool, little dove. These days the voice in your head sounds a lot like Loki's, calming and strong.

Tony answered, "Looks like there were… complications. But both Loki and Wanda are on the jet and landing in seconds."

Your mouth is cotton filled as you ask, "What type of complications?" A look passed between Tony and Steve. One that said damage and blood were on their way home.

Vibrations radiated through the tower as the Quinjet landed. Following the team, you hurried behind them, eager to see exactly what was coming off the transport ship. Arriving just as the doors depressurized, sliding open on Wanda, bruised but standing, supporting a struggling Loki.

"LOKI!" Bursting out of you, his name an explosion of emotion, you pushed closer to his side.

Lifting his head with effort, "Little dove? How?"

But by then you were in front of him, shouldering his height away from Wanda, letting him lean on you fully. There was blood, old and dried on his handsome face. Bruises, livid purple, iris blue, blossoming on his chest, across his cheek, blackening one eye. The leather armor he wore was ripped in places, scuffed and scored in others.

Delicately, you husked, "Jesus, Loki… Jesus."

Steve moved to help you, but you leveled him with a withering look. "Don't! Don't any of you touch him. Loki, I have you babe!"

"Listen… you're upset kid, we get it."

Snapping your head his way, you practically growled, "With all due respect, Mr. Stark, kindly shut the fuck up."

Natasha froze, arms around Wanda. Steve's face was masked in shock. You might have clocked Tony's expression at being sworn at by a full figured female, but at that moment Loki sagged against you. A blatant reminder that he needed care, quickly.

"Steve? Natasha? Where? Where do I take him?" Strangely, you weren't panicked. No, you were pissed. Here was Loki, alive but weak, draped over you and holding back his weight in an effort to help you help him. It was clear that they didn't get it. How could they, you thought? To them, Loki, your Loki was expendable. Hell, they didn't even know your Loki.

Already on the move, Steve held the door for you as Loki limped at your side. "Follow me, ok?"

"Thank you, Steve…"

As he led you through a tangle of corridors, Loki brokenly whispered to you, "Am I dreaming or did you tell Tony to fuck off?"

Laughing through the efforts of half dragging Loki, "I didn't think you heard me..."

Loki started to smile, but it flattened into a painful grimace with a deep groan. "Hang on babe, we're almost there."

Deliriously, Loki rolled his head toward you, "You are really here, right dearest?"

"I'm here. I've got you." Steve had stepped into Loki's quarters, bracing the door so that you could maneuver Loki inside. It's sparse but clean, you notice at a glance, while steering your charge to his bed. Loki rolls onto the sheets with a sigh, grabbing his side, curling into the pain. Dropping down beside him, you press a hand to his forehead, like a nervous mother, fretful over Loki's discomfort.

"Um… anything else you need?" Trying to be helpful, the Captain obviously nervous, asked.

"First aid kit? Ice?" Your eyes never leave Loki, your tiny hands wrapped around one of his, the words a gentle exhale.

"Both will be in his kitchenette. And, I'll keep close by… just in case something comes up."

Thankfulness shines in your eyes when you raise them, "Captain… Steve. I really appreciate your help. Truly." Rising, you brush a soft kiss across Loki's temple, moving towards the materials you are going to need.

Lingering just another moment Steve watches you find the supplies, then wash your hands. A part of him is happy, elated, that Loki has found a woman willing to stand up for him. To tell Tony Stark to shut up, which he has never seen anyone do before, was ballsy. That sassiness born of grit, determination, and genuine love… Steve can appreciate.

But there's another part of him green with jealousy. The care you've shown, the worry, the relief at Loki's being alive, even if broken. Steve is envious of all of it, how could he not be? When he shuts the door, head down, it's with conflicted feelings.

You hardly register his going. With full focus on Loki, you're back beside him in a flash. Taking time to lay out the bandages, a bowl of warm water, clean towels, and some ice, "Loki… honey… you with me?"

"Yes…"

"I need to take all this… gear off of you. I need to see where you're hurt. Can… can you help me?"

Fluttering his blue eyes open, Loki focuses on you with obvious difficulty. "Of course. Help me sit up?"

With your aid Loki gingerly moves into a seated position and shows you where the fasteners for his chest plate separate. Once it's off you wince at the sick rainbow of discoloration painted on Loki's core. Contusions and cuts make it look as though your god had been chewed on then spit back out again. His eye is ringed in black and his top lip is split. Somehow it makes Loki look more handsome, if a little worse for the wear, "Pants next."

"I'm afraid I'll need some assistance there, dear." And relief flowed through at the teasing sound of Loki's voice. It wasn't as strong as you'd have liked, but that antagonizing, playful tone was there. A nervous laugh bubbled out of you, "I would love to get you out of those pants, Loki."

And you did.

---

Loki sighed pleasantly at the feel of warm water washing over his face. Taking the time to scrub away the grime and blood that caked him, Loki lost himself in your touch. Your voice was just as soothing, softly singing as you worked, hypnotizing him. He was so happy to be home and with you.

Panic stricken, Loki suddenly struggled to sit up, upsetting the water bowl with a splash. He heard your surprise, "Loki? What? What in the world?"

"My pants… I need my pants."

"Ok… ok… just lay back down. I'll get them."

"The pocket. It's in the pocket."

"What's… Oh. Loki…" Hearing your voice change, Loki knows that you found it without opening his eyes. "I told you I'd return it." But then sleep blissfully washes over him and Loki finally rests.

It's your earring, a little warped, missing a stone, but back with its mate just the same.

---

Nothing is broken. Just beaten and battered. You clean all the cuts, covering the deepest in antiseptic cream and a bandage. The worst of it is on his left side. It looks like he was hit repeatedly there very hard, the skin raised, mottled black and green. You've iced it down in timed intervals, watching the swelling and checking for any signs of internal pain.

Loki, during one of his most alert moments, told you that he'd be fine by morning. That his abilities included self healing. It's the only reason you hadn't rushed him to the hospital.

"Lay with me, little one. It will help."

"Just let me rinse this out and I will..."

He can track you by sound. Rattling around in his kitchen, padding back to his bedside, rummaging in your purse. "Darling?"

Your fingers fluttering over his chest, reassuring Loki that you're near, "I'm gonna shuck these trousers. Give me a second."

"Hmm… yes, get naked."

You reward him with your rich laugh, "Not naked. Almost naked. You're hurt, remember?"

"It's becoming a distant memory."

"Uh huh…" You don't sound convinced, but that's alright, Loki is feeling stronger. His body, with enough down time, recovers swiftly. And by the time you slide under the covers, laying at his side, he can roll to you without muttering pained curses.

Throwing an arm over you, Loki pulls you close enough that your noses brush together. "You haven't kissed me hello."

Rubbing a hand over his tender abraded cheek, you husk, "Well, you weren't exactly up for it when you stumbled off the jet."

Loki tilts his head, silently acknowledging that truth, swallowing hard, "I missed you, love."

Whispering your reply, "You have no idea how much I missed you, Loki."

He knows your hesitation has more to do with his being banged up than anything else, so Loki starts slowly. The softest of smooches, lips gazing against each other, relearning the plump fullness of your mouth. Taking shameless advantage of the sugared sigh you emit, Loki swipes his tongue across the barrier of your lips, sampling your sweetness.

There were days during his mission where he knew, with a mortal certainty, that he would never kiss you again. Cold, beaten and bound, Loki's magic rendered useless by a combination of sorcery and violence so intense that he had almost given up. Then he'd felt it. The firm push of that gold hoop, digging into his hip due to the awkward angle of his confinement, branding itself into his skin.

And his mind centered on the image of you, dressed in gold, floating across the sidewalk, striding towards him with a sassy smile.

During his torturous interrogation, tied to a chair, bloodied and broken, they got nothing out of him. Because his mind was in your kitchen, smelling of garlic and tomatoes, and your lavender soap. He was kissing your shoulder, bare and round, far from the hurt in his physical body.

Now that he was actually back here, with you in his arms, Loki was not about to waste a second. Suddenly ravenous with need for you, the kiss changed from confectionery delight to spicy indulgence in a span of seconds. Raw with need, Loki wrapped you in his arms with no plans on releasing you.

Escaping his embrace with a sigh allowed him unchecked access to the column of your throat. Blazed in his hot kisses, the trail of his passion snaked down to the collar of your button up shirt, now acting as pajamas, "Please darling… I… I need you."

He didn't hear your reply, instead you shifted, tugging the top over your head and tossing it on his floor with a gentle thud.

Loki now lay between your legs, hard and hot and naked. The barrier of your panties was the only thing keeping him out of you, and for now, that was alright. He had other areas to focus on.

One long fingered hand cupped your chin, turning you to face him in the early morning dark, holding you still as his mouth found yours once more. Finding your full and free breasts, Loki palmed them both, kneading your flesh in circles. Dropping his head, licking over the stiffened peak of your nipple, your groan is music to his ears. Flicking his tongue against your pebbled skin, you writhe beneath him, his cock rubbing deliciously into your cotton covered core. Sucking your tender bud into his warm mouth, teeth barely biting down, has you cutely cursing, "Damn Loki! Oh, fuck… that feels so good!"

Humming around you, Loki shifts his attention to your unattended breast, somehow more sensitive than the first. Your responsive body, as needy as his, arches into Loki's as if asking him to soothe away the loss of the last ten days. His hungry mouth complies.

Relishing the silky smooth feel of your skin, Loki caresses you from breast bone to hip, in long strokes. Before long he's kneading your fabric clad ass cheeks, lifting your pelvis in an effort to rid you of your panties.

"Just… just rip them off, Loki." You demand, panting. In response Loki growls like a feral animal, his fingers tracing over the waistband of your undies, playing with the elastic just to tease you. Pulling the flimsy fabric down, exposing the roll of your tummy, the top of your mound, Loki licks in a long hot line. "I'm not going to rip these off, little dove. They're quite fetching on you and I dare say, rather costly."

Stretched over your wide thighs, your panties are digging into you, blocking your pleasure. "Loki, please…!" He loves hearing you beg just a little. Loki's learning how hard it is for you to give in, to be seen as weak, not in control. Even now, naked and mewling in pleased tones, you're giving Loki orders.

"I can always buy new ones." He hears your whine, husky and huffing, and answers with a laugh.

"No need, little dove."

In a gold glimmer, Loki's magic has bared you to his eagle eyed gaze. And since he still has unfinished business with your body, Loki slips a finger into your depths without warning.

Shuddering at the warm, wet shelter of your sheath, Loki strokes deeper, his palm curling against you, mirroring the slope of you. Wrapping your hands around his wrist, trying to control him, Loki smirks at your eagerness, the raspy way you cry his name. Feeling your inner walls shiver, Loki adds another digit, stretching you. "I wish you could see yourself, darling. Open and trembling. So wet and wanting… and the best part? It's all for me."

Loki heard your fevered moan, saw you toss your head as your pleasure peaked. But the feel of it, the gentle flow of your nectar over his hand, the suctioned grip of your internal muscles, "Gods, Little Dove!" It was almost too much for him, at least from this distance. Leaning over to capture your mouth, Loki kisses you thoroughly, absorbing your shocked sigh when his fingers leave your core. Peering down at you, Loki watches your eyes widen as he licks your favor off his digits, "Sweet as honey."

---

"Really, Loki? Really?" You playfully push against him, making him lie on his back while you rest on your side, goofy giggles filling the quiet.

Chest rumbling with laughter, "Can't be helped, love. You taste divine." Yanking on you, you let Loki draw you into another kiss, as your hands wander feather light over his chest. Tangling them in his sparse chest hair, trailing touches over his taut stomach, you skim the cut of his hip, careful to avoid his bumps and bruises. Kneading the meat of his thigh, you rise up on your knees, "My turn!"

Cocking his head, Loki questioned, "Turn?"

"Yea… I haven't had the pleasure of tasting you."

"For the simple reason that you are honey and vanilla and female scented. A confection to be nibbled on. I…" he paused, rubbing his thumb over your plump bottom lip, "am a bitter, sour thing."

"Why don't you let me try for myself?"

Settling between his splayed legs, you reach for him without hesitation, earning a hiss from Loki. Resting a firm hand on his shoulder, you kiss him slowly, saying, "Just lay back. Let me take care of you, alright?"

Stroking his steel hardness makes your mouth water. Taking your time, licking over his impossible length, you swipe your tongue along the stiff ridge of his desire. Circling the rouge tinted head of his cock, growling low, "Dove…" It's meant as a warning, but you raise an eyebrow and take Loki into the rose round of your mouth. You feel him jump at the combined efforts of your spit soaked hand and juicy jaws. For you, it's like worship. Kneeling in front of your man, returning to him the pleasure he has given you.

Loki is lucky because tonight's oral exercise is all about feeling good. You control your breath as Loki raises his hips, timing his ups with your downs, losing more of himself to your willing, waiting mouth. Happily, you hum around him when he asks in a guttural groan, "Having fun, kitten?"

Weaving his hands through your hair, Loki guides you over him twice more, stuttering, "Oh, Gods!" And you lift off him with a pop as he comes apart in your hands with a loud, satisfied sigh.

Once you are sure that Loki is spent, shivering slightly, you press one extra kiss to his inner thigh. Slithering up beside him, Loki cuddles you to his chest as his breath evens out post climax. Branding a kiss hotly to your forehead, "Wow… that was… something, darling."

Humming a low laugh, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Chuckling, Loki answered, "Not at all. The opposite in fact. It was… therapeutic."

Knowing you could bring a god such bliss felt amazingly feminine and startling fierce. As if you were the goddess, powerful and strong, not a mild mannered Midgardian. Mentally you congratulate yourself on a job well done, snuggling into your pillow.

It's quiet in the room as Loki draws runes on the expanse of your back, your short leg curled over his long one. You're nestled in the crook of his shoulder, one ear over his heart, an arm draped over his middle protectively. "Loki?"

"Hmm… yes?"

"Are you… ok? Really?" Curious but not wanting to push, you tested the waters, hopeful that Loki felt comfortable enough to talk it out.

"Yes… it was… a tough mission. But, I am alright. Are you?"

"With you home, now… yes."

Threading your fingers in his, Loki sighs, "Home. I haven't had a proper one for some time."

"Home is wherever I'm with you…"

"What's that?"

"Song lyrics… One of my favorites actually. Billy Joel…"

"Play it for me?"

Surprised by his interest, "Yea?"

"Please?"

"Ok… sure." Climbing out of bed, you grab your phone, flashing through screens until you find the requested song. It's not long, but it speaks to you, and Loki asks you to play it again.

"He gets it." Loki decides, spooning you from behind, his arms twined over yours.

"Hmm… I know, right?" Snuggling into your man's warmth, under the plush blankets, sleep was starting to creep into your voice.

"You feel like home to me, my love." He croons into the curve of your ear with a kiss.

Smiling, you agree, "Home is wherever I'm with you, Loki."

---

Waking up in Loki's arms is a joy! You are fully surrounded by him. The scent, the heat, the feel of Loki wrapped you in bubble of care that you hadn't realized was possible in a partner.

Stirring behind you, he squeezes you to his chest tightly, "Morning, love."

"Hmmm… Good Morning…"

"Sleep well?" Loki's morning voice is bass deep as it strums across your ear.

Stretching against him, your round rump rubbing along all of Loki's angles, "Yes… you?"

"Very well, thanks to you." His hand caresses you from knee to hip, from hip to rib, stopping at the swell of your tummy.

Moving to lie on your back, Loki rests on one shoulder, looking down at you. With a resigned sigh, "You're going to hate hearing this…"

Slightly panicked, your eyes wide, "What?"

"You are gorgeous in the morning." Loki used one long finger, tracing a line down your nose, parting your lips, and lifting your chin. But he didn't stop there. Circling your still naked nipple, Loki teased it, twisting until your bud was straining for more contact.

Reaching for him, you pull Loki down for a kiss, his split lip almost healed completely. Your tongue licking into his mouth, grazing his sharp white teeth, starving for more. His hand molds to your mound, fingers parting your center, "I find that I can't get enough of you…"

With a shared breath you agree, "Sames… sames, so hard." And you share another giggle the way naughty children do.

Tangling his hair, Loki's hand caresses inside of you with a thrust and your back lifts from the bed. Searing hot kisses along your jaw, your clavicle, the roundness of your breasts, distract from his idle hand, not moving, just abiding in your cleft. You can't help your hips, they circle, riding Loki's intrusion as if it were his heavy cock, "I wonder if you will always be so eager for me, pet." Crooning into your ear, serenading you sinfully, Loki continues, "You feel like the finest velvet, pulsing around my fingers, pulling me deeper into you. Those fluttering muscles of yours… they miss my body don't they? So soon and already you belong to me… you should cum, little dove."

Shaking your head, roughly panting, "You too… come with me."

Darkly laughing, "Oh no. This is a prize… you earned this with your loving attention to me… and your crass words for Tony." Lowering his voice to a wolfish whisper, "Does this help?"

Separating his fingers, stretching your tunnel, Loki rubbed against the tender tissue in circles. Applying pressure to your delicate bundle of nerves with his thumb, Loki, nuzzling your neck, nips your collarbone. Mewling as you bite your lip, you bend towards your torrid tormentor, hungry for more, sore and tired yet still wanting. Without warning, he curled his digits upward, your body his plaything.

"Loki!"

Shuddering his name, that boyish smile growing, "I can tell how much you like that… ask me how, love."

"How… how do you know?"

"There are a million little ways… but the most telling? How hot your skin is… you are rosy pink from pleasure, kitten. A shade that looks great on you."

His hushed tone hangs over you. The words tightening the chord of your arousal. Loki peers at you, memorizing your motions, his thumb stroking against your fleshy pearl.

"Are you going to cum, my pet? Let yourself go. For me. Please!"

There's a firm knock on Loki's door, yet he never breaks your connection. "Ignore it. Cum for me. Now, darling."

Through the barrier, Steve's even voice calls, "Loki? If you're up… uh… we need to… debrief. Should've happened last night actually. Loki?"

Directed at you, a gingerly issued order, "Look at me kitten. Do it, give yourself to it."

Your eyes lock to his even as you hear, "What should I tell Tony? And Fury? Are you coming?"

Urging you on, hand working on getting you off, Loki bobs his head, encouraging your release. Snapping through you in a bone shaking flash, one word escapes you, loud and clear, "Cumming!"

From the other side of Loki's bedroom door you hear, "Great. I'll let them know you're both on your way down."

---

Loki felt like a new man. A successful, if complex, mission accomplished. Wounds and bruises on the right side of healing. You, here, hugged tight to his side.

If he let himself enjoy any of it, Loki would be a happy man. But you were already getting out of bed. "No. Please, pet? Let's stay here… away from all the… nonsense."

A hand landed on your naked hip as you stomped, "Loki… where are my panties?"

"I'll never tell."

"Fine. I'll go commando."

As you start pulling on your pants, the same from yesterday, Loki rolls onto his back. To the ceiling, "I would rather stay in bed, making you moan those delightful little sounds of yours, than attend a meeting."

Almost fully dressed, leaning over him, "You should've thought about that before you became an Avenger, babe." Your lips hover above Loki's, pausing, making him wait. Snaking his arms around you, ever impatient, he took the kiss from you with a smirk.

"Fine. I'll get up. But, you'll stay, right?"

He can hear the sense of shock in your voice, surprised at his asking, but you answer, "If you want me too. Of course."

Unwavering, "I want you to."

Biting on that lip of yours, Loki sees you nod, and it's enough to get him out of bed.

---

"There better be tea in here." You don't want to grouse but there are just some things you need to start the day off right.

Loki's led you to the deluxe kitchen at the hub of the Tower, en route to a conference room, "Help yourself, dove. I'll be back." It's a central meeting place, hosting every possible convenience, appliance and snack known to man. Eyes lighting on a collection of mugs and jars of loose leaf, you almost squeal, but stifle that impulse as Tony saunters in, coffee cup in hand.

"Good morning, kid. Can I call you that? Or are you gonna swear at me again?"

It's hard not to roll your eyes. "Listen, Mr. Stark…"

Holding up a hand to stop you, "You want him, you got him. I just hope you know what you're buying."

Pouring scalding water into your mug, you open a jar of English Breakfast, filling the diffuser. Tony's leaning back on the counter, eyeing you, curious and cautious. "Milk is…"

"In the fridge? Thanks." Grabbing the carton for a splash, you look over Iron Man, shutting the door with a snap.

"He's dangerous. I mean, you know that right? Like, psycho-murderer energy."

Sipping your brew, sighing at the soft flavor, you savor the moment before responding. "We are all dangerous."

Lifting his brows with a loud exhale, "Some more than others. I don't find you particularly threatening, as, ya know, an example."

Another swallow, a shallow nod, "You don't know me."

"And Loki does?"

"Yea. He does. And, so you know, since we're besties, you and I… I fight for my people."

"Uh huh… and in two weeks Reindeer Games has become your people?"

Setting your mug down gently, shaking your head, "No… no. In two weeks Loki has become my person."

His own cup clinks onto the granite, "Wait. You're telling me that this… that you two… that you love Loki?"

"Is that so shocking?"

Crossing his arms over the illuminated reactor on his chest, Tony stammers, truly lost for words. "Yea… kind of. You seem smart, but I guess appearances are deceiving."

This makes you laugh, hard. "Mr. Stark, I don't know what you think about me… and this is the truly important part… I don't care. You can hate me, like me, doesn't matter. But Loki… have a care about what you say. Because I may look like a… fat house cat, but trust me when I tell you, I have claws, Mr. Stark. Sharp and stinging, and if you come for Loki, know that you come for me too."

If Tony was going to continue, he decided against it, as Loki strolled up to you in that moment. Wrapping an arm around your waist and a hand on your nape, he pulled you into a deep, showy kiss that lasted a bit too long. "Hmm… English Breakfast, your favorite."

"I might barf."

Turning to Tony, as if only just registering his presence, Loki grinned. "Thank you for entertaining my lady. I appreciate it."

Looking at you, Tony stared, "Uh… yea. No problem."

Ushering you from the kitchen, Loki's hand on your lower back, you both paused when Tony pushed himself to standing. "Rock of… uh… Loki?"

"Yes?"

"Um… good work. You… you did good. I didn’t know you had it in you." With a harsh stare at Tony you answered, “I did.”

---

Loki hadn't overheard the whole conversation with Tony. But he'd heard enough. And what he had heard made his heart swell with love.

Fearless. Protective. Strong. And his.

"Where are we going now?"

Holding open the elevator door, Loki smiles at you, "I am famished. How about food… then I take you home?"

"Food, yes… but, I don't want to… Loki, you can't just take me home. Not after everything. I want to be with you, ok?" Loki senses the small bubble of your panic, the idea that he will leave you behind, alone again after such a long absence. As the doors slide closed, Loki tucks you into his side, marveling at your capacity to undo him. "Who said I wouldn't be staying? I figured you could use a shower, a change of clothes… your creature comforts."

He can't help his half smile as you open and close your mouth, soundlessly, struggling to find a response. "Darling, you look like a fish. Out with it?"

Teasing you breaks the spell and he idolizes the way you scrunch your eyes at him. Loki knows it's pretend toughness. "So, you think you can just stay with me… that I'll open my doors to you, no questions asked, Odinson?"

Why did it sound so lovely to be Odin's son when she said it like that? It was enough to make Loki forget about his adoptive father's less favorable qualities. Almost.

Tipping your chin, total trust in your face, Loki swiped a kiss over your pouty lips. "I think you will… I think you'll let me stay with you."

Softer now, husky from the intimacy of the hold, "Oh you do, huh? Why's that?"

"Because I love you. And you love me."

Your eyes widen, doe like, at the casual truth of it. Loki, space god and almost hero, honest to goodness loved you. And even though you didn’t want to, you felt the same way.

"What was that?"

Nudging you with his chin, "You heard me, little dove."

You stepped away from Loki in an effort to see him better. Appraising his attitude, searching his pure flame blue eyes for truth. "Ah… I did. And you're… serious?"

"I have never lied to you. I don't plan on starting now."

"Good. Because, you're right. I love you."

Smirking, "I knew it."

---

"Darling! Where is the damned clicker? I can't find the bloody thing and it's too loud!"

Rising from your balcony perch, padding through the library, you snatch the remote off the end table before lowering the music's volume. Loki's standing in the kitchen you share, cell phone crimped between ear and shoulder. "Yea… yes, of course. Please. Bring her, yes! Certainly."

Elbows on the counter, your sweatshirt barely covering your exposed bosom, you mouth "who is it?"

"Steve" is Loki's silent response. Then he sees your beautiful bounty on display and stares with unbridled lust. "Yes. Of course Steve. Listen, gotta run, but see you tonight. Thanks!"

"You got rid of him awfully fast. How is the Captain?"

But he doesn't answer you. Instead, Loki grabs your hands and brings you around the island. Once you're in front of him, he slides those Godly paws under your top and over your bra, reaching around to unhook it. "Loki… we don't have time for this…"

It's a half-hearted warning. You could never tire of his wanting you. And luckily, Loki never seemed to tire, period.

Holding your wide hips in his hands, Loki starts bargaining, "I'll be quick. I promise."

"Hmm… ok. Last one naked has to buy the first drink!"

---

"I'll have two gin and tonics, please and thank you." Loki smiles at you in the bar's mirror waiting for you to deliver his cocktail. For a split second you flash back to the night you met him, two lost souls, adrift in a dive bar, flirting in the mirror.

As you wait for the drinks, you watch him rise and make his way towards you, with a sense of deja vu. The table is filled with Avengers, only this time, Loki is joking with Thor as he leaves the table. Steve shakes his hand as they pass. It makes you smile to see the changes in your God. Loki's eyes, blue and bright, catch yours in the reflection. "Dove… I know what you're thinking."

"You do? Tell me, trickster."

Leaning next to you, Loki hums, "The night we met… when I saw the most beautiful creature in the galaxy stride into a bar. She caught my eye in a mirror… and has never let go."

He brushes his tender lips across your knuckles, holding your hand, proud to be with you.

Blushing, you nod, "That night… well, it changed my life."

"Mine too. You know, I have been thinking, darling."

Sliding the bartender your cash, you listen to Loki, curious. "You have?"

"Yes… You see, I think you're the best teammate I could ever have."

Arching an eyebrow, you sip your gin, "Loki… I am no Avenger. You know Tony and I are tenuous, at best."

Collecting your change after leaving a ridiculously large tip, Loki nodded. "True… but I was thinking about creating my own team."

Swallowing the cold cocktail, "Like your own superhero squad?"

"No… something smaller, a team of two. We'd be called “The Odinsons”."

"Oh! Just you and Thor? It's clever but…"

"Little dove." Something in his voice stills you. The look on Loki's face is one you haven't seen before. Hope, love and a touch of… fear? They all fight for a place in his light eyes as he looks down at you.

"Loki?"

"Be my teammate, my partner… my wife?" He's on his knee, holding a tiny black box and his breath.

Your own breath leaves you. Heart pounding, you take the impossibly small box from Loki's hand, nodding your head. "Yes… oh Loki! YES! Of course!!"

Tears stream down your cheeks as your God rises. Taking you in his arms, Loki kisses you like there is tomorrow, and tonight there's only you two. Surrounded by friends old and new, all the tests that you and Loki have endured brought you here, to each other.

---

In bed, Loki's body still tied to yours, you kiss his nose with a chuckle. "I love you, Loki."

"I love you, my darling dove…"

You sense a but… "but?"

Sighing as he removes himself, Loki lifts your chin, "Always zigging, never zagging. You make it hard for a man like me, you know?"

"What does that mean? I'm marrying you, Odinson… what else am I missing?"

Loki looks at the ceiling, not at you, "Did you even look at your ring?"

"Of course! It's beautiful."

Laughing, "Little liar! Turn on the light."

With a frustrated sigh, you click on the lamp, examining your engagement ring. Loki hears the sound you make, it's between a squeal and a groan, and then your shoulders shake as the crying starts in earnest.

Gathering you to him, "See. I knew you missed it in all the excitement. Do you like it, my darling?"

How you overlooked it, you're not sure, but there, wrapped around your finger as evidence of Loki's love is a gold band, studded with two lines of tiny emeralds, one straight, one bent.

Tracing over the curved row, "I brought this one back to you, like you told me too."

"And I kept mine with me all that time, Loki, hoping, praying, begging for you to come back."

"I know… and now, dearest, now, they can never be separated, this perfect pair."

----------- The End -------------

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