Energy - Loki x Reader

The Morning After

Light streams into the room and you squint into the morning, warm and well-rested, blinking off the remnants of sleep. Cool fingers stroke circles across your neck, and you wait patiently for your eyes to adjust to the light so you can see his face. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his bare waist, and you can see the dips under his abs peeking out from beneath the covers. 'Good morning, love.' His face comes into view, and the combination of the light haloing his face and the contrasting black of his hair makes him look like some form of dark angel.

'Good morning, handsome.' You smile sleepily. This is the first time in a long time you've woken up without feeling burdened by all past events and future chores. 'I don't suppose you'd get me some coffee?'

He leans back to get a good look at your face, feigning astonishment. 'You mortals are so lazy! Why can't you get it yourself?'

You blush, unable to look at him as you say this, so you shimmy deeper under the duvet. 'This may come as a surprise to you Loki, but you weren't exactly gentle last night...'

He throws his head back and laughs, and you take the opportunity to admire the curvature of his neck and the sculpted marble of his jawline. 'Fair enough, but I don't seem to remember you complaining.' He moves out of the way with a laugh just as you give him a playful shove. He picks up a black T-shirt and some jeans that were strewn across the floor from last night and slips them on. As the T-shirt covers his face, you take the short moment to admire him, before he looks back to you and makes fun of you for gawking. 'I'll be back in a bit with your coffee.' He winks and shuts the door behind him.

Whilst he's gone, you wrap a blanket around you and wander round his room, waddling a little. The simple alarm clock on his bedside table reads 7:00. A little early for your liking, but hopefully not many people will be awake yet. You run your hands over his desk, and it comes off dust free. His room is impeccably clean, as you'd expected. There's not much to his room other than the essentials and unit holding a hoard of books, varying from thin spines to books you couldn't imagine yourself finishing in a whole lifetime, books with bright and vibrant covers to simplistic black hardbacks. Selecting one and thumbing through it, you notice that it's pristine - the spine isn't broken, no pages are dog-eared, not even a wrinkle. He probably takes better care of these books than himself. You feel comfortable in his room, more so than your own. It's so perfectly representative of him, you felt like you were in his mind. You replace the book and get back in bed before he comes back; you don't want him to know you were snooping.

He returns, nudging the door open with his back whilst he balances the two mugs. He hands the mug to you and you clasp it eagerly between your hands, thankful for the heat. 'I want to talk to you about something,' He says, sliding into bed and repositioning you so that you're propped up against him, as you were before.

'Go for it.' You wriggle a little, trying to get as close to him as possible. You bring the rim of the mug to your lips, wincing when it scalds you, but not wanting to interrupt Loki.He sighs, 'It's no secret that I have a lot of enemies...'

'Well you'd be surprised at how often that happens when you try to kill off the human race,' You say sarcastically. Your coffee sloshes around in your mug from his laughter. 

'Sarcasm's a strong suit for you, isn't it?' He places a kiss atop your head, and you smile smugly. 'As I was saying, if they knew I cared about something-' He runs his fingers through your tangled hair. 'Someone...'

'I can handle myself.' You feel defensive, inferring what he's saying.

He chuckles at how defensive you got. 'I know. Believe me, I know.'

You run a finger over your coffee and take away some of its energy to cool it down and sip absently. 'You don't want people to know about this,' You guess quietly.

'I don't want anybody to know you're my vulnerability. Just because you can handle yourself doesn't mean you should have to.' You know he's right. The closest you've ever come to combat was when you arrived at the compound, you don't want to have to do that for real. You lean over him to put your coffee on the side and face him, your hands either side of him.

'Consider it done. Besides, sneaking around will be exciting.' You smile to let him know you're not mad and lean in to kiss him. His fingers tangle in your hair and you melt into him, consumed.

'Thank you,' He says between kisses. You groan and roll off him.

'As much as I'm enjoying this, I need to leave before they start wondering where I am.' He tries to hold you back, but you slide out of his grip and grab your clothes on your way out. You feel him watching you pull your shirt on, as you did with him, but when you turn to him he keeps on staring shamelessly. 'Pervert,' You scoff and hurry out, surveilling to make sure no one sees.

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Wanda finds you later that day, grinning and waiting to hear the gossip. 'So?' She listens expectantly.

You feign a look of oblivion. 'So what?' You know exactly what she's talking about, but you should probably stall to buy you time for thinking up a lie.

'You were gone all night.' She gives you a moment to answer, but when you don't she continues. 'You hooked up didn't you?!'

If you didn't, you would have been disgusted, so you pull your head back and grimace. 'What? Of course not! He was a dick about it, as usual. If he did feel guilty, he certainly didn't feel the need to apologise to me.' You walk past her and start folding some laundry that Nat left on your bed.

'Then why were you gone all night?' She's still skeptical.

'He pissed me off so I went for a walk to cool off,' You say dismissively. You hear a thump on the bed and turn to see her lying on it, arms splayed out like a starfish. 'You really wanted us to get together, didn't you?' The surprise in your voice is real. The Avengers didn't seem to approve of Loki.

'I just thought I saw something between the two of you. You seemed to get each other. I don't like being proved wrong.' You walk over and flop down next to her, lying on one of her arms.

'I'm sorry. I was hoping there would be something too.' Whilst she's too occupied with staring up at the ceiling, you let yourself have a moment to revel in what happened the night before. You let yourself have moment to appreciate just how incandescently happy you are.