The God of Fake Boyfriends

The Next Date

*Y/N'S POV*

I woke up the next morning next to Sam. Bucky had left a few hours after we finished having sex. Right afterwords he would not stop kissing me, but I insisted on getting sleep and he decided to let Sam know my room was open again while I changed my sheets. We both felt a little bad.

"Good morning best friend!" I exclaimed. Sam pulled the pillow over his head, so I pulled it away and repeated myself.

"Not all of us got laid last night and are suddenly morning people. Leave me alone." Sam grabbed the pillow and hit me with it.

I laughed. "C'mon. Let's go train. I wanna tell you about my date."

"I think I've seen enough, thanks." Sam rolled his eyes but got out of bed anyway. We made our way to the training room and Steve and Bucky were already there. Steve waved and Bucky's face broke out in a huge grin.

"It's great and all, but seeing Bucky smile this much is weird... very very weird." Sam grumbled. I laughed in response and Bucky came over to kiss me.

He threw his arm around me, "What's so funny?"

"You being happy apparently." I looked up at him smiling.

"It is weird, isn't he?" He kissed my cheek before walking away.

Shortly after he and Steve left the room and it was only Sam and I left. We talked about the entire date, minus the very enjoyable ending.

"Is it going to be weird going out with Loki tonight?" Sam looked at me questioningly.

I sighed. "I'm not sure. I've been thinking about Bucky all morning, and that doesn't seem fair to Loki. But when I'm with him I'm so happy. I don't feel insecure at all. He treats me like a queen."

"As he should!" Sam stated.

I stopped hitting the punching bag and laid down on the mats on the floor. "I wish this was easier, Sam. How did I go from having no one interested, to two amazing guys. I have no idea what I'm doing."

He came and laid next to me. "Just enjoy yourself, bug. Don't stress about it. Both guys just want you happy."

We wrapped up our workout and went our separate ways to shower. He met me back in my room to help me get changed. We agreed on a little black dress, with my hair up in a bun, subtle makeup, and the same shoes I borrowed from Natasha the night before. I did a spin and Sam cheered. There was a knock at my door shortly after, I opened it to find Loki. His hair was pushed back again, he was wearing a black button up, and black pants. He smiled at me and my god did he look good. I wrapped my arms around him for a kiss and neither one of us pulled away. He pulled himself closer to me, I felt myself melt into his arms and almost pulled him into my room with me when...

"Oh, okay that's my cue. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Sam squeezed around us to leave the room.

Loki chuckled and still held me close. "We should probably get going, my dear." I nodded and he led the way. Tony wouldn't let Loki borrow a car, so I drove. Loki put the location in on my phone. We arrived at an almost empty bar. I looked at him confused and then realized the sign said "Bar and Dancing."

"Dancing?" I questioned.

Loki nodded. "I thought you would enjoy that."

"I absolutely do." I smiled and pulled him to the dance area with me.

Loki had pulled me into his arms and he took the lead with ease. The level of comfortability I feel in his arms is insane. I pulled myself closer to him and rested my head on his chest.

"Mm, enjoying yourself, my darling?" I nodded and looked up into Loki's eyes. "I'm glad. Although...I must say I am envious of Sam."

I pulled myself away from him but he held on tighter. "Sam? Why?"

"The way you danced with him. It was very different." I opened my mouth to speak and he pressed his finger against my lips to stop me. "Before you begin with the 'he's just a friend' speech, I'm aware. But you come alive when you're with him. The confidence and happiness glows off of you around him. If there's such a thing as soulmates he is without a doubt yours. I am grateful that you have him, even if he is rooting for the soldier and not I."

I leaned up to kiss him. "Sam is rooting for me. Whoever I pick, as long as they make me happy. I'm sure you two would get along well if you tried."

Loki raised his eyebrow. "I appreciate the thought, my love. But I don't think the avengers will ever truly accept me."

I didn't respond. I had, unfortunately, thought of that fact a lot. Would we ever have a life here? Or would choosing him mean losing the team? Losing my life here to just follow him to his home?

I was lost in that train bid thought but then Loki kissed me out of it. As usual, the moment his lips touched mine, I forgot everything. I felt every part of my body asking for more. I sighed and my hands wandered into my hair. Loki broke our kiss and his lips traveled to my neck.

"Maybe we should go home, my love." He spoke into my neck and I nodded.