He Was At Your House (A Loki x Reader)

Jealousy Is A Bitch

You're frozen as Loki gets out of the car parked outside IHOP You were entirely unprepared. How could you talk about a past you tried to burry long ago? A past that still haunts you in your sleep? 

You don't have time to think on this though because Loki swings the door open wide and offers his hand. You simply stare at it intently. The hard lines...the rough skin. You snap back to attention when he snaps his fingers and you realize he's been calling your name.

"(Y/N)!" he shouts.

You look up at him, tilting your head back and trailing your eyes over his 6'4 frame till you finally meet his emerald green eyes.

"(Y/N), take my hand," he orders.

You shake your head.

"(Y/N), we are going to talk about your past whether you like it or not, so get out of the car before I drag you out," he warns with a glint in his eye.

"Are you bipolar?" You ask, trying to come up with ways to distract him.

"I'm unfamiliar with that term, now. Get. Out," he all but growls, which only makes you want to growl in return.

You force yourself to lift your shaky hand and place it in his.

He rolls his eyes and yanks you out, forcing a yelp from you as you trip and fall into his chest. When you look up to find him smirking you step away with a glare, finally coming to your senses. "You did that on purpose!"

Loki fakes a gasp. "I most certainly did not."

You scoff and stomp off toward the entrance to IHOP, but you freeze when Loki wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side.

You look at him, your breath taken away. When you pull your gaze away you grumble, "The MCU sure did miss the big, arrogant, cocky asshole in you."

Loki only chuckles and leads you inside.

You turn your gaze on the tall women who approaches. 

Her nose wrinkles in disgust as she looks at you, and you immediately hate her. But, when she looks to Loki she smiles, and for some reason that angers you beyond compare, that you can't help but place a possessive hand on his chest.

The woman scowls, and you glare back. You look up, hearing Loki chuckle with that glint in his eye. It showed that the goddamn bastard knew you were jealous. You then glare at him and he only smirks, which pisses you off but brings a blush to your cheeks anyway.

You study his new form that he adjusted too so he could be seen. His face seems to be the same, but his black hair is longer - to his shoulders - and his eyes have turned a midnight blue. Of course, the man is in a suit. It's midnight blue with a white shirt under the suit jacket and tie.

"We'd like a table for two please," Loki says, though he pays no attention to the lady who's making goggly eyes at him, and you kind of love him for it.

"But of course," the lady purrs, reaching out a hand to brush it down his tie.

But, you're there immediately. You step in front of him and grab her wrist hard enough to make her gasp.

"Don't. Touch. Him," you all but growl.

"Possessive much, aren't we, dear?" Loki whispers in your ear only for you to hear.

The lady glares at you, and you return the glare, throwing her hand away from you. You ignore Loki's comment and stomp off to an open table, sitting down in the seat with a huff. Loki smoothly sits in the other seat across from you, smirking as always.

He opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, glaring. "Not a word, Loki Laufeyson, or I will put your ass on the floor and leave you here."

His smirk only grows. "Oh, my dear, how I'd like to see that."

You huff, then hold the menu up so it's blocking the view of his godly face. Unfortunately, he places one of his long fingers on the top of the menu and pushes it down so you're looking at his sparkling eyes once more.

He sighs and sits back, studying you. After a moment you can't help but squirm, glaring at him. Which he only grins at, running a finger along his bottom lip to try and hide it.

The same lady walks over, and I see she's put on more makeup, has fixed up her blonde hair, and straightened her name tag, which reads: Becca Grey. You snort at the name, and turn your attention back to the menu, paying her no attention.

Not that she's paying you any attention, because currently she's staring at Loki.

"I'm Becca Grey, and I'll be serving you today," she murmurs, and you roll your eyes at this shit. She probably thinks it's hot, but really it sounds like a shitty vacuum. 

"Draven White," Loki replies, not even looking at her as he trains his eyes on you. You can't help but think the name he chose was kinda hot too. "And this is (Y/N) (L/N)."

You make a peace sign, but she doesn't even glance at you as she leans on the table. 

"Mr. White. . . if there's anything I can help you with, let me know," she says slowly.

You stand up, shoving your chair back. You've had enough and you shove her off the table.

Her eyes glisten as she trembles her lip, looking at you, and then looking at Loki. "She hurt me!" she whines.

Loki only watches you with a curious and amused look, not giving a shit about her, and you voice that. Because why the hell not?

You all but snarl at her. "Cut the shit, brat. He doesn't give a shit, don't you see that? Or are you just so fucking desperate because no one will come near your annoying ass face? Now, it's rude to fucking rub your body all over the place someone is going to eat! He doesn't want shit to do with you, and neither do I. Other people may handle it, but I won't. And by the way, I'd like the T-Bone steak and eggs, got it? And make sure not to spread your bitchy attitude all over it, sweetheart. I'm hungry, so hurry the fuck up." 

You sit down, slapping the menu to her chest, which she shakily grabs, at a lost for words. She 'hmphs' and stomps off in those annoyingly high red heels.

"My, my," Loki tsk's.

You huff and glare, wondering why you even care. But on thing is for sure. Jealousy is a bitch, but what the hell were you jealous of? Were you actually falling for the God of Mischief? But how could that even be possible or ever be real when he wasn't even supposed to be real?