He Was At Your House (A Loki x Reader)

Stop The Car

You got into your Dodge Charger, but this time in the passenger seat, while the driver's was filled by none other than Loki.

"Why the hell did you ask me out for lunch when you just murdered three people and when Mays and I just found out you have one of our favorite Marvel characters under your crazy, wacky mind control?" You demand, turning in your seat to face him.

Loki smirks. "Why not?"

Your jaw drops and he glances at you, his eyes shining then he looks back to the road.

"Hold up, is this a date to you?" you ask quickly, your heart skipping a beat.

His one sided smirk grows. "Indeed it is."

"WHAT!?" You practically screech. 

"What?" he mocks. "I thought this was normal for you. Surely Midgardian men have asked you out before, (Y/N) in less they were too blinded by your stunning beauty? Am I not doing this correctly? I know you love me, and my feelings are close to the same, so I asked you out."

You don't say anything for a long moment, staring at him with wide (E/C) eyes. Slowly, a blush spreads across your cheeks and you look away. 

Loki drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and adds, "Plus, we need to talk."

Your eyebrows furrow and you glance back at him. "About what?"

He hesitates then looks back at you. "Your past."

You immediately stiffen.

"We'll talk when we get there," he adds quickly.

You shiver. You had tried so hard to hide your past, so hard to forget it. What happened with your brother...you shook yourself before you could think of those dark thoughts. You glare at him. You were not talking about your past with him, what was buried away could stay buried. 

You watch Loki closely in the car with a suspicious glare, and you can't help but wonder: Where did he learn how to drive? Then you see the shimmer of something outside your window and when you lean closer you see the magic.

You grunt. Figures. He wasn't driving, he was letting his magic do it.

"So, your going to return Barton's memory, correct?" you say slowly, your hands fisted in your lap.

Being that you had just kicked ass, got bloodied because you beat someone up, and then got invited out to dinner by the God of Mischief you just showered quickly and put on some jeans and a white t-shirt.

"And why would I do that? He's very useful," Loki says with a slight smirk.

If looks could kill, your pretty sure yours would have him on the ground begging for his life. "What the hell Loki!? He's a person! You can't just take over his mind."

Loki's grin only grows. "And yet I did."

You stare at him and growl, "Stop the damn car."

He raises a brow at you and you know for certain if you don't get out of this car your going to break his nose, and then you'll probably have to face his wrath with his little mind-control-stick of death.

When the car continues onward you glare at him. "Ass. How far are we from my house?"

"Why does it- (Y/N)!!" the car skirts to a stop as you fling the door open and tumble out.

You close your eyes, expecting to hit gravel, but instead you hit grass. You open your eyes and rise on your feet, your jeans dirty now with mud, and your hands scratched up by rocks.