Synopsis: After a rough evening with family, you come home to a more-than-welcoming Loki. . .
Warnings: MaTuRe CoNtEnT pRoBaBlY
A/N: this one was requested by @missmarveladdict (hi there lovely!), I changed it slightly but I hope I did it justice!! In other news, Christmas requests for this year’s 25 Days of Christmas will be opening soon so keep an eye out! I also wanted to thank everyone who made my day by buying me a cup of coffee on ko-fi.com/astouract. It means the world to me! Thank you lovely people!!
Pushing open the door to your room, you released a sigh you’d been holding onto all evening. You wanted nothing more than to get the makeup off of your face and to slip out of your tight-ass dress. Your heels were the first to come off, lazily tossed onto the floor as a thought popped into your mind. Only, it wasn’t your own.
“How did it go?” The voice asked, and you instantly knew who it was.
“The family get-together? Oh, wonderful as usual.” Your jacket was next, shrugged off and thrown onto your bed before you sat down.
There was silence for a few moments, and a sound in your doorway alerted you to Loki’s presence as you began to pull out bobby pins from your hair.
“Want to talk about it?” He asked smoothly, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a grey sweater with black jeans, and you couldn’t help but be a bit jealous about how comfortable he looked. Meanwhile, your arms were going tired from holding them up for so long-- just to search for all the tiny pins.
Loki chuckled softly, shaking his head at you. “Here, pet, let me help.” He was at your side in seconds, sinking down onto the mattress beside you and tangling his fingers in your hair. One by one he gingerly released each strand, and you leaned back ever-so-slightly into his touch.
“So, how was it really?” He asked softly.
“Oh my God,” You groaned, “Terrible. My mother was even more judgemental than usual, and my father just kept on nodding at everything she said. That’s not even mentioning the rest of my family, half of which thinks I’m lying about my career--the other half just thinks I’m insane and unstable.”
Loki let another tuft of hair fall, guiding it down onto your shoulder with his hand. You felt his fingertips on your bare skin, only briefly before he brought them back up. “What could there be to be judgemental about?”
You shrugged, suppressing a shiver as his fingers combed through your hair to make sure every pin was out. “The fact that I dropped every aspiration that they ever had for me, that I quit school and am now living with multiple men--oh, and they still aren’t over the fact that their daughter is ‘some kind of mutant.’”
Loki paused, resting his hands on your shoulders. “They called you that?”
Nodding, you let yourself lean back on him completely, welcoming the warmth radiating off of his body. “Yeah, not exactly the Parents of the Year, huh?”
You felt his hands move down to your arms, absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin. He didn’t say anything, but you knew what he was thinking--he knew exactly how you felt, and worse. It had taken him a long time to accept himself for who he was, and even now, you knew there was still a part of him that hated it.
“But I guess that’s something we have in common.” You stated, willing yourself to get up and open your dresser to look for something more comfortable to wear. You always tried to dress as professional as you could for the family “get-togethers,” in hopes that someone would take you more seriously.
You glanced back at Loki, who was leaning back against your headboard. His gaze was already focused on you, and you smiled sheepishly as you walked towards the door. “I’ll be right back.” Clothes in-hand, you stepped into the bathroom to change.
The thought of undressing in front of Loki was utterly embarrassing; even though you’d been intimate before, it was always in your head. Your own hand working yourself up to his words in your mind late at night, and vice versa. He’d never seen your body, never touched you. . . So getting changed in front of him would be incredibly awkward.
At least, that was what you thought, until you realized the zipper on the back of the black dress you wore was stuck. With a frustrated groan, you pattered back into your room, your arms contorted to try to get the zipper unstuck yourself.
“I need your help,” You confessed upon seeing Loki’s amused expression.
He chuckled, rising to his feet and taking his time to get to where you stood. “And why should I do that? That dress looks stunning on you.” You heard the humor in his voice, teasing you as his fingers found the zipper.
“Really? I didn’t think it suited me at all.” He released the tiny piece of metal to brush your hair out of the way, and for a moment you wondered if you’d ever get out of the expensive fabric.
Loki made a low noise, toying with the little mechanism once more. “It suits you, trust me. Although. . .”
He paused, and you felt him lean over your shoulder until his lips just barely brushed against the shell of your ear. You couldn’t disguise the shiver that ran through your body like electricity, alerting you to every slight move he made. You could feel his breath on your skin, his hair brushing over your bare shoulder. You could feel his arrogant smirk.
“I’d rather it was green.”
He returned to his previous stance, skillful fingers working at the stubborn zipper. God, how long could it take to unstick it?
“Or maybe gold,” his voice said in your mind.
“Why green and gold?” You responded, and then you understood. They were Loki’s colors. Turning in his arms to face him, he dropped his hands back to his sides. Something mischievous sparkled in his green eyes as he studied you, as if expecting something from you.
“What are you doing?” You questioned.
He took a step forward, leading you backwards. “Waiting on you, pet.”
You gaped stupidly at him, your heart about to beat out of your chest. “Waiting for what?” Another step backwards, and you came into contact with the wall.
He smiled sweetly, as if you were no more than a naive child. “You think I don’t know how often you think about me? Us?” His hands moved to settle on your waist. “I hear every thought like a prayer. Every wish, every daydream, every. . . Fantasy.”
You took in a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down through the longing in the pit of your stomach. His thumbs slipped under the hem of your shirt, and one of his legs went between yours. “And this is one of them. . . Isn’t it?” He asked lowly.
Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his pink lips, and you had to restrain yourself from tangling your fingers in his hair. It wasn’t slicked back like it so often was, it was soft and wavy and perfect. The corners of his lips turned upwards in a superior grin, as if he’d heard your impulsive thoughts, and he twisted on his heel to leave.
“I suppose I’ll just keep on waiting, then.” Loki’s gaze dragged down your body, and you involuntarily released a quiet whimper as he ghosted his fingertips across your stomach.
“But that isn’t what you really want. . . Is it?” He asked lowly.
Gulping down your hesitation, you shook your head. “No,” You confessed, snaking an arm up to grip the neck of his sweater, “It’s not.”
Before you could think your way out of it, you tugged him close and his lips crashed onto your own. He tasted of mint, and something sweet, and goddamn he knew what he was doing. One hand pinned you to the wall, while the other cunningly traveled up your torso to cup your bare breasts.
“Had you anticipated this?” He asked against the skin on your neck, groaning lowly in response to your soft whimpers.
It was a mess of lips and hands, his mouth on your jawline driving you mad as he rolled his hips into yours. Your fingers tangled themselves in his raven hair, tugging lightly to guide his lips back up to yours.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you said halfheartedly, shifting impatiently against his thigh between your legs.
“Probably not,” he replied flippantly, grazing the back of his hand across your face. “But that’s what makes it fun.”
He grinned wickedly and raised his hand to snap his fingers, but was immediately interrupted by a resounding knock at the door.
“(Y/N?)” Said the voice on the other side, “I’m trying to compose what Strange calls an email. . . I need your help.” It was Thor.
You sighed heavily, resting your head back against the wall as Loki nipped at the bruised skin on your neck. “Can’t Tony?”
“He’s with Pepper, and I’m afraid this is quite urgent.”
Loki’s hands slid down your back to cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before you flashed him your most apologetic frown. “I should go help him.”
Loki rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest. “I’ll wait here then.”
“I’m not sure how long it’ll take, he’s pretty terrible at computers.”
Loki grinned, lifting a hand to run it through your hair. “I’ll wait. Besides, I’ll keep you company while you’re gone. . .” He tapped his left temple, and your face flushed a bright pink when you realized exactly what he was implying.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, then.”
