All Work and No Play - Loki x Female Reader

Three

They walked together in silence, each enjoying a load of mashed together junk food that constituted as dinner for the two of them, something to soak up the lingering alcohol they had consumed in the club.

Although it was all saturated fats, salts and carbohydrates, Loki found himself enjoying the lukewarm food immensely, having not realised just how hungry he had gotten by simply missing his routine meal.

His new partner was merrily chomping away on a southern fried chicken wrap, expertly moving the white paper it was wrapped in to reach the next bite without covering herself in mayonnaise.

It was clear that this was a regular meal for her, especially given the way that she had grumbled about how their 'salads' were always filled with onions as she peeled them out and threw them in a nearby bin before she rewrapped it and they continued on their way.

Loki wasn't sure where they were walking to but given the goal for the end of the night he imagined that they were casually strolling to her home, either that or they were walking aimlessly with her believing that she were walking with him to his place.

It was peaceful.

No words were shared, neither of them feeling the need to fill the moments between mouthfuls with small talk or attempts to get to know one another.

They both knew the outcome they were aiming for and there's was no need to know one another beyond physically, so they walked through the town centre and enjoyed the ambience of a chilled night as they ate.

By the time they had finished eating, Loki found himself being led past the last of the big supermarkets, which also thankfully had a bin that they could throw their wrappers in as they passed.

"Just another five minutes," she said, smiling up at him.

He nodded, glancing down at her.

"Do you usually lead men silently to your home on winter nights?"

She laughed and shook her head, her smile accentuating her imperfect teeth and making her eyes light up.

Strangely, it made Loki's stomach flip in a way that a done-up model at one of his father's meetings couldn't quite achieve.

This stranger was wholly imperfect and he found it more captivating than a princess from Vanaheim, her uniqueness adding to this sense of adventure that he was going for with this week off.

"No," she replied, "you'd be a first."

He let out a short chuckle, his hands sliding into his pockets.

"I'm honoured."

"I wouldn't be."

Loki took a look around as they turned from street to street, noting just how different this area of town was compared to the cul-de-sac he lived in that was a thirty-minute drive in the opposite direction.

He looked out of place in his dapper, well-tailored suit and he was hyper aware of his surroundings as rowdy drinkers were already littering the streets, either heading home or to another bar to cause a raucous.

If he had to hazard a guess, he would lean towards the latter.

Still, he trailed beside her towards a series of quieter streets and true to her word, after using a few darkened alleys for shortcuts, they were outside her door only five minutes later.

He didn't want to come across as classist, but Loki couldn't help but be surprised by just how nice the house was.

It seemed too big for only her, instead looking like a typical family house with a well-kept garden fenced by a neatly trimmed hedge.

The lights inside were off and all the curtains were closed, meaning anyone else who lived there was either out or had gone to bed early, perhaps even curled up to watch or play something in the dark.

She fished out her key and slipped it into the lock, the other keys on the ring jingling noisily against one another as she twisted the key in its place and pushed the door handle up until the lock clicked open.

The door swung open into a thin hallway, the streetlight just outside lighting up a white door on either side a couple of steps in, the right side followed by a staircase and the left a small cubby area where boxes and shoes were stored and coats were placed on hangers on the wall above.

"Is there anyone else home?" He asked, stepping up the single stone step outside the door.

"Nah, my brothers are out of town for the week," she smiled over her shoulder, slipping her bag from her shoulder and dropping it beside the door on their left, "they went to some gaming convention, left yesterday and decided to make a week of it, boys trip, you know?"

"I see," Loki nodded, watching her open the right-hand door and flip on a light.

This illuminated the dilapidated wallpaper that was peeling away at the corners, some strips completely missing, the design itself looked older than his partner for the night and seemed more akin to something a grandmother would put up in their house in the 1800's, accentuated by the garish and well-trodden green carpet that ran from the front door up to the stairs.

The living room he stepped into was considerably more modernly decorated, the walls were painted a deep red, the skirtings were immaculately white and the floor was dark tiled. There were cabinets and shelves full of books and decorations that screamed 'geek culture' and accentuated a series of conflicting personalities that somehow still blended together to complement one another.

This made him feel a little better, the initial bubbling worry of being brought to a stranger's home disappearing now that the area didn't look like the home of a Victorian ghost, a confidence quickly taking its place.

"Would you like a drink? Some coffee or something? Or shall we get right down to business?"

Loki's eyebrow quirked, then he huffed a laugh through his nose.

She stood in front of a flat screen TV that stood in the corner beside a long-curtained window, looking unsure of what to do which he found both amusing and adorable.

It had been a long time since he'd entertained anyone privately and even longer since he had been entertained, but he couldn't remember a time when it came across as awkwardly as this.

The lack of experience ruminated heavily and he realised that he would move likely have to lead.

"I think we can get right down to business," he said, "I'm not one for small talk."

"Of course not," she nodded, rocking on the spot and licking her lips.

Loki shook his head and stepped further into the room, closing in on her in a few strides.

"Let me make this easier for the both of us."

He dipped down and caught her lips in a hard kiss, one to show that this wasn't a night of emotion but one of simple and not-so-pure intent.

She hesitated at first but eventually pressed into it, though he took note of how it still lacked in a skill built from experience.

That was fine, Loki didn't mind teaching her the ropes.

Resting his hands on her hips, he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her, both of them catching their breaths.

"Perhaps it's time to show me to the bedroom."