Avengers Imagines

Ch. 14~Mint-Loki Smut

I'm in the middle of slathering my toast with peanut butter when the scent of mint drifts past my nose. Pausing, I fight my smile and look up at the ceiling a moment before looking back down and continuing my work. "What are you doing here?" A deep chuckle sounds behind me and I do my best not to let on that I'm happy to see him.

"It still astounds me that you can detect me without the use of sight." Loki murmurs. My eyes widen a little when I realize just how close he is. Didn't catch that.

"Yes, well, I'm an extraordinarily talented person. Excuse me." I turn to the right to leave only to have him step in my way.

"I'm sure that's true." He replies, and although I'm very tempted to look up into those pools of hypnotic green, I stare down at my honey and peanut butter toast instead. "You know, I'd like to test that theory." Now I can't resist.

I look up at him with amused disdain in my eyes. "That's just too bad. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a snack to eat." Yes, a lame excuse I know. Fight me. We both glance down at my toast, then back at one another.

"Are you sure? I'm positive I could be more...diverting." That charming smile and tongue could fucking charm a duck to moo but does nothing to me. At least, that's what I want him to believe.

"Hm, really?" I look at him from head to toe. "I don't see it." His dark eyebrows pop up and I take his moment of surprise to move around his other side, but I'm not quite quick enough. Loki grabs my hand before I slip away and spins me back to him. I'm so preoccupied with not dropping my midnight snack that I forget not to look up and freeze when I do. My exhale of pleasure is quiet but of course he hears it. Damn. Bright, green eyes stare into mine and it's hard not to imagine how it would feel to run my lips over those sharp cheek bones.

"You have honey...on your finger." And before I can pull my hand away he's brought it up to his mouth and taken my pointer finger between his lips. I've completely stopped breathing. This doesn't seem to deter Loki since he simply turns my hand to the side and runs his teeth over half my finger, then goes back and sucks all the way off the tip. An audible pop makes me jump when his lips leave my finger and he drops my hand back down to my side. I'm absolutely burning up from the heat inside me and I feel like he must know. There's no way he can't feel it radiating off me like a miniature sun. "You know," he moves a little closer and my lips part involuntarily. "I think you have a little on your lips as well." Those enticing eyes flick down to my lips and I reflexively lick them, then drag my teeth across the bottom nervously. The smallest of growls leaves Loki's lips that I almost think I've imagined it. "Dinner. Have dinner with me tomorrow." He requests and the strangeness of the question snaps me out of my daze.

"I don't think so." I tell him a little shakily before turning and nearly running out the door to my room. "God, that was close." I murmur and walk over to my desk, sitting down and finally getting to my snack. He's now ruined honey for me. Great. The thing about Loki, murdering misunderstandings aside, is that he's great. He's thoughtful, caring, patient, and a huge fucking tease. The only thing is if I get involved with him like he so often wishes, I'll fall in love with the bastard. That cannot happen.

When the team first began, Tony and I dated a little and it was a fucking horror. Television, newspapers, magazines, every media outlet was talking about us. Eventually, we had to call it off to stop the harassment. And I really liked Tony. We'd decided mutually that we were better friends, but still. I don't want to start something with Loki I know will end in shit. Especially when he's just started to overcome his previous public image. "Ugh." I toss my trash into the nearby trashcan and put my forehead on the desk. "Why. Is. This. So. Hard." I hit my head against the surface of my desk with every word.

"What are you doing?" My head snaps up to find Thor rushing over to me. He crouches next to me and rolls my chair out so we're facing one another.

"Nothing, rough evening." I tell him and smile a little when he pats my forehead with the back of his hand. I don't have the heart to tell him that's just for fevers. Thor has become a good friend to me. At first, I just hung out around him because he's most likely to survive Loki's jealous pranks, then I learned I just enjoy his company.