🔪Partners in Crime🔪(loki x reader)

Part 5: We're Totally Not Flirting

A/N: nope, toootally not flirting ;)

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There are a couple of reasons why I like Stark's jets, the first being that the interior is so roomy and spread out that you don't have to worry about invading people's personal space. Or starting awkward conversations because you're so close to the other person.

The plane ride to Paris is pretty chill. The team is spread all over the cabin, some sleeping, others listening to music. Sam and Bucky are in a particularly heated game of cards; I can hear them cursing at each other under their breaths. I have a soothing playlist playing on Spotify to calm my nerves, eyes closed, trying to just relax before things get hectic.

Keyword: trying.

Out of the countless other vacant seats on Stark's luxury jet, my partner, the greasy rat that goes by "Loki," decides to take a seat next to me. Like, right next to me. He has officially crossed the "invasion of space" line that I set between myself and other people. He's not touching me exactly, but I can just feel his presence around me, like a stench on a heaping pile of garbage. He's quite like a cat, I think, the way he sits quietly, not moving a muscle, but just staring at you with these eyes that are practically begging you for attention.

I've managed to ignore him for most of the ride but he begins to get fidgety. He starts pushing buttons, anything and everything he can find like he's a five-year-old. The seat reclines with an automated hum, back and forth. He lifts up the retractable table attached to the seat, pushing it in and out, tapping his fingers on it in a repetitive beat. He even tries messing with the A/C control above us, but I finally whisper, "Don't," catching his arm with my hand.

His eyes twinkle, and he sets his arm back down. "Sorry, am I bothering you?"

The little shit. "No, not at all, Your Majesty," I retort, rolling my eyes. "But I think you've missed a button."

"Where?" he looks around, excited for something more to annoy me with.

"False alarm," I say. "I think you've pushed every single fucking button there is to push. Including mine."

"Apologies, my fair one," he says innocently, sitting up straight and folding his hands in his lap. "I didn't realize I was bothering you."

"Mmhm, okay," I say. "I'm trying to get some sleep before the mission, so if you could just..." I mime zipping my lips shut.

He nods. "Of course."

"Thanks." I wait a minute before closing my eyes, a bit suspicious at his immediate cooperation. I close my eyes, trying to get lost in the classical music spilling through my earbuds. Relax.

All is silent outside. I wait a minute. Then two. Nothing.

Surprised that he actually respected my conditions, I finally let my tense muscles relax. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.

A minute. Two more.

Five minutes. Silence.

Tap.

Tap-tap.

Tap-tap-tap.

My brain is foggy, clouded with sleep. I stir a bit, then go back.

Tap. Whrrrrr.

Tap-tap, whrrrr.

"Loki."

Whrrrr. "Yes?"

Another tap. I tear my earbuds out, sitting up. The light is bright in my eyes, almost as bright as Loki's shit-eating grin.