"There's no way that worked, right?" you question, snuggling back into Loki's hold, and shifting your weight off the hip that's starting to fall asleep on the floor of the flyer.
"Do you want me to ruin the ending?" Loki asks.
"No."
"Then hush," he scolds. "And be patient. Where was I?"
"The four men," you grin. "Standing on the platform on the mountain edge."
"Right, yes," Loki chuckles under his breath. "As the four men took their positions on the contraption, he glanced to me and with a whisper said 'penso che i calcoli siano sbagliati, amico'."
"Meaning...?" you ask, brow raised.
"Well, darling, he wasn't convinced the calculations were...ready. For a test flight, at least."
"And were they?" you question.
"Heavens no," Loki grins with a mischievous glint in his eye. "But my hand may have...slipped."
"You didn't," you say, jaw dropped.
Loki shrugs.
"When the gun went off, what happened?" you asking with baited breath. "They didn't start pushing did they?"
"Oh they certainly did," Loki grins, a dark grin spreading across his face. "And they fell right off the side of the mountain."
"That's horrible," you frown.
"Oh tsk, darling, I may hold contempt for humans but I didn't kill them. I conjured several carts of hay below."
"Still, not cool!" you exclaim with a laugh.
"To this day, your history still calls it the Leo-copter," Loki chuckles. "And he deserves it. Payback for spilling that wine on my cloak."
"500 years of embarrassment feels like overkill for a stain," you laugh.
"Ah, but it was my favorite cloak," Loki hums in laughter, pressing kisses to your neck.
"Give me another," you giggle, batting away his kisses.
"Another?" Loki sighs.
"You have thousands of years of stories," you pout. "You can't possibly be out."
"And what of your human stories, hmm?" he hums in your ear. "Surely you'd give your lover one, small story in return for the tales he's spun for you?"
You grow quiet, smile fading. As you think back on your life, there's nothing even remotely interesting you could possibly tell him. Nothing, at least, that compares to the stories he's told you.
"I-I don't know," you stammer, embarrassed.
Loki senses your embarrassment, and runs this fingers through your hair. "To a man in love," he whispers. "No detail is too small. No story too mundane. Share with me. Please."
Your cheeks heat as Loki runs his fingers across your shoulder and down your arm to where your thumb has buried itself in your palm. He gently separates the two, and waits patiently for you to speak.
"Um...okay. Well...one time when I was little - like, really little - a boy at school put glue in my hair," you since, wincing at the memory. "It was like...that rubber cement stuff? Anyway, it dried. But my hand got stuck to it while I was trying to wipe it out and, well, my teach had to cut all that hair off. The other kids made fun of me for the rest of the year. Even after my hair grew back."
"Who was this boy?" Loki snarls from behind you.
"No, no it's okay," you laugh. "Next school year I...I got even."
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Unbroken (Loki x Reader)
Fanfiction'If we are fated, my Valkyrie, it matters not the path we choose, our destination will remain unchanged.' If you and Loki are to remain together, you must make a choice - and it will cost one of you everything. And when an unexpected gift is believe...
