Loki Imagines

13| Fool Around

Warning: Implied smut
Word Count: 1008 words
Quick A/N: This one is short too but I'll probably go back and add more. Enjoy! ~July 18, 2021
Timeline: 2018, after Ragnarok
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At first, they agreed it was only going to be a one-time thing. They were both drunk and ended up in his bed, so naturally, one thing led to another. That next morning they had agreed to accept the fact it had happened, but never talk about it nor tell anyone. It happened and was done: that was it. But of course, they both had wanted it again. Since they were drunk and woke up the next morning unable to truly remember what happened, they were curious as to how each other was. They made a deal: have sex with each other once again and then that would be it between the two. However, it was way too good for just the one time. She had ruined it for him, and he for her. No one could compare.

They had broken the pact again at Stark's next party. They both had decided to stay away from the alcohol and escaped to her room. The next time was when the Avengers had left for a mission, and the two had decided to stay back at the compound in case of an attack. By now, the pact was dead and they continued to fool around whenever they could.

It had been a few months since it started when all the Avengers had another mission. [Y/N] was told to stay at the compound and Loki volunteered to keep her company. Without thinking anything of it, the Avengers agreed and left soon after. He would've been lying if he said he hadn't been attracted to her more than he was, that he realized he no longer wanted to be with her purely for sex. He was worried she didn't feel the same, however, and didn't want to risk losing her and their strange friendship.

She sat on the couch in the living room, reading one of her many novels. Gods, how she was so perfect for him. He walked over towards her and took a seat next to her. "Hello, Loki," She smiled without looking up from her book as she turned the page. "What is the Prince of Asgard up to today?"

"The usual," He smiled. "Might read in the library, probably will make a cup of tea, might train for a little," She looked up to him. "Care to join?"

"Of course, your Highness," She smirked, returning to her book. "Let me just finish this chapter first."

He smiled again, getting up to walk into the kitchen. There he brewed two cups of tea, his with about three teaspoons of sugar and hers with a spoonful of honey: he had always remembered how she liked it. Walking back over, he placed her cup on the table next to her and took his seat again. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her: she was just so stunning. "You look lovely today, my dear."

She smiled and her face grew a tiny bit of pink. "Thanks, Loki," She closed her book, taking a sip of her tea. "And thank you for this tea. It's wonderful as always."

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After they had talked for a while over their tea, they decided to train just in case they would have to defend the compound, although it was always incredibly unlikely. He wasn't wearing his typical armor this time; instead, he wore a tighter black t-shirt and sweatpants. He was in the training facility first, but [Y/N] appeared not much later wearing a camo sports bra and black bike shorts. Loki's eyes widened, his eyes following her figure down.

"No armor?" She asked, pushing her long locks up into a ponytail. "I'm surprised."

"I would much rather be comfortable. Besides, I don't need the protection. This is mere practice, and if I had such fine armor, I'd be at a very favorable advantage." He chuckled, taking a step towards her. Their sparring had begun.

"Oh, would you now?" She smirked, taking one quick step towards him, easily pinning him down in a matter of moments. "You're forgetting that I'm an assassin."

He flipped the two so she was now pressed to the floor. "And you're forgetting I am a God." He admired how stunning she looked underneath him, which gave her enough time to push him off of her. She stood up looking down at him where he sat.

"No, I'll always remember that part. You've certainly proved it," She smirked, nodding for him to stand up and join her. "You're getting distracted very easily lately. Got something on your mind?" He continued to sit there. How in all the nine realms could he not be with her already? She was utterly perfect. "Loki?" She knelt in front of him with a bit of worry.

He pulled her into his lap, his lips meeting hers. Without hesitation, she kissed him back, her arms snaking around his neck. He pulled away and looked down. They didn't speak for a few moments, just sat there on the floor. "I'm sick of fooling around," He finally spoke. "Not that I don't enjoy it because, by Gods, I think you are the female embodiment of Valhalla," She slightly laughed. "But because I want more than that."

She kissed him briefly. "I couldn't agree more," He stood up, lifting her in his arms, and away he took her to his bedroom. "I thought you said you were sick of fooling around." She laughed as he placed her down. He hovered above her and smirked.

"I wasn't saying I didn't want it," He kissed her again and when he pulled away she almost pouted. "I just want you to be mine."

She pulled him back to her as she kissed him. "Of course I'm yours, Loki," She smiled at him, pulling away to look at his face. "I wouldn't want to be anyone else's."