Tom Hiddleston Oneshots.

Bit of both

Tony was throwing another one of his many famous parties. This one in particular was to celebrate how successful his new project Ultron the global defence program had been. He pulled out all the stops, inviting a huge amount of people from Stark Industries, and close friends both Avengers and none Avengers alike. Also Tony made sure the compound was fully decked out, including a disco ball, DJ booth and a shit tone of alcohol. And while the party was picking up with party guests you spotted Clint, Bruce and Steve chatting amongst themselves. You decided to head over to them with a glass of champagne in hand. Although, Steve was the first to comment on your outfit. You'd gone for a burgundy deep v neck, spaghetti criss-cross strapped dress, which is backless with a sparkly top half and a mesh bottom. With simple makeup, you wore (h/c) hair down and black stilettos. You thanked Steve as he kissed your cheek. Bruce and Clint soon followed up with compliments of their own. After a while of conversing with Clint, Bruce and Steve you went for a little walk around, quickly saying a few words to others as you passed. However, there was only one person or god rather who could make this party more fun. Your best friend, the God of Mischief himself, Loki Laufeyson. Yet, he was running late, which was making you wish that he'd hurry up. You were already on your second drink of the evening and recently you had been hit on by an asshole, with another one vastly approaching you.

"You look lovely, this evening." The guy said once he was by your side. He's quite jacked compared to the last one who approached you, although not anywhere as close to Thor's kind of level. This one was probably even slightly shorter than Thor too. He certainly has hazel wondering eyes, as he looked you up and down a few times already.

"Thanks, not interested." You replied flatly and you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"C'mon, you haven't begun to get to know me yet!" He whined.

"I don't plan on getting to know you." You tried to edge away from him, but his hand was quick to grab your elbow and keeping you in place.

"Now, now play nice." He growled into your ear. You were about to stab his foot with your stilettos but...

"Hands off what isn't yours!" A snarl came suddenly from behind you both.

As you looked over your shoulder you saw your best friend towering over you both. A smile spread across your wine coloured lips, as you looked between Loki and the other guy. Of course, it didn't take long for the guy who was hitting on you to understand the consequences, if he continued to purse you. Once he was out of ear shot both you and Loki laughed.

"God, I hate it when men think they can get away with being all handy, when it's not wanted." You clicked your tongue and shook your head.

"Ehehe, you could have taken him." Loki said as he folded his arms over his chest.

"And I would have! Thanks though." You took a quick sip of your drink.

"He's right though." You frowned at Loki's comment. "You do look lovely, tonight. No...exquisite!" Loki said honestly.

"You look handsome too!" You said while dusting the invisible lints off his forest green suit jacket. Which he paired with a matching green waistcoat over a black shirt. The first three buttons on his shirt were left undone too, allowing his chest hair to peek through. He also went with a pair of black slacks and shoes. His black hair was slicked back as always, but not heavily done with product, which gave it more of a bouncy look at the curly ends. "So, why are you late to Tony's party?

"I got held up on a last minute mission, or stake out rather...Stark sent me to check out a place in Chinatown. A possible lead on an unsavoury type of group with Hydra connections. Yet, I feel like he sent me there so he could get me out of the way, while preparations for tonight was ongoing." Loki explained in a dreary voice. The sound of his voice was enough for you to know there was something off about him, but you knew he'd come around when he was ready to talk to you.