His Villain||Book 2

Chapter 7

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is August 22, 2021. On one hand, I'd love to be with a woman very badly, but on the other hand I would clap my ass cheeks, no questions asked, for President Loki, Winter Soldier!Bucky, and Damon. Thank you.

Warnings: Hilariously steamy ;)

Y/n, Loki, and Mobius all crouch on the patio of a Vesuvian villa, whispering to themselves as they watch the people calmly go about their lives. "Here we go," Mobius whispers, looking at his TemPad.

"Any minute now until this entire town is wiped off the face of this planet. Imagine! All that volcanic ash..." Loki exclaims, rubbing his hands together. 

"I know. We don't want to get too giddy," Mobius reigns in.

"Oh, come on! It's cool," Loki geeks out.

"No, it is cool, but it's just not in good taste because..." he trails off, glancing at the townspeople nervously.

"They're all gonna die anyway," Y/n states blatantly.

"I know," he says. "Now listen, I'm gonna watch the TemPad for any variance energy. Okay, because we gotta be careful. If you're wrong, and there's a good chance you are, anything we do can create a huge branch."

"Oh, Mobius! You make even the end of the world sound boring," Y/n groans, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

"Listen!" Mobius hisses. "Okay, we're not meant to be here. Okay?"

"Okay," Loki and Y/n mumble like scolded children.

"Anything we do can impact the course of history. Do you get that?"

"Yes."

"So we're gonna start with very small disturbances. Very small." Mobius snaps his fingers. "Can either of you make bird noises?"

"Bird noises?" Y/n asks.

"Yeah. Bird noises. Like some, like, whooshing noises." He cooes out, catching a confused look from some people nearby.

Loki groans and grabs Y/n's hand, pulling her into the center of the town square. Mobius shouts their name after them, groaning. Loki plucks one woman's flower crown, much to her disgust, and places it on Y/n's hair, smiling adorably at her as he pulls a robe off of a laundry line, flinging it around Y/n and pinning it with the clasp, much like their Asgardian garb.

Y/n picks up the toga, running to a cart of goats and unlocking it, letting them free. "Go! Be free, my horned friends, be free!" Just as they begin running out, the volcano begins rumbling, the rocks in the road shaking.

"Right on cue! Enjoy your last meal while you still can! Nothing matters! Nothing has any consequence! Dance while you still can!" Loki yells.

He grabs Y/n again, holding her waist and her hand as they dance in a circle, switching sides and dancing the other way. Mobius watches in shock as they dance, Loki speeding up and eventually just whirling around in a circle, holding Y/n against him as she shrieks with laughter like a child. "Whoo-hoo! 

By this point, everyone in the square is watching them, stopped in their daily tasks as they watch the oddly dressed crazy people dance among the goats. "Want to take it farther?" Loki asks, setting Y/n down as he cups her face.

"Always."

"Good." With that, Loki plants a kiss on her lips, increasing the intensity as he picks her up again, drawing his hand down her body and locking around her thighs, tapping them to signal for her to lift them up and wrap them around his waist. 

Their kiss becomes more sloppy, tongues intertwining as he stumbles backwards until her back is against the cart, one arm still secured around her robe/trouser-clad thighs and the other pawing at her breast with not an ounce of shame.