Perfidious (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 5 - It's Complicated

"Did you miss me?" the dark prince says in a sarcastic tone, smirking down at you. 

"Loki you scared the shit out of me," you scold, your grip on his neck never faltering. You look into his eyes, that are somehow both playful and menacing.

"That was rather the point," he says mockingly, his voice cracking slightly from the strain on his neck. "Now are you planning on releasing me, or are we finally about to have a little fun?" he teases.

You realise how long you have been holding him tightly against the wall, your faces inches apart. You let him go, flustered, and rush briskly away from him through the different isles of the library.

"Loki, leave me alone," your voice shaky, and your breathing quickened. As you walk away, his words remind you of your dream, making your heart race even faster. 

"Now what fun would that be?" he says while following you, clearly amused by your reaction.

You decide to try ignore him and walk to your favourite isle of library. You scan the rows in hope of finding a book you haven't read before. You hear him walk slowly up behind you.

"Not talking to me now darling?" he whispers, his body pressing slightly against yours from behind. "Don't make me do it." he demands. You realise he means reading your mind, and that's the last thing you can let him do.

"Fine, look I'm talking to you now. Happy?" you respond quickly, frustration evident from your tone.

"Don't get angry with me now dear, you're the one who started all this," he purrs, his lips brushing ever so slightly off your ear. You feel his breath on your neck, how is his breathing so steady? You realise he is right, you were the one who flirted with him first.

"That was when I was tipsy, Loki," you respond, hoping to throw him off the scent. "They say drunken words are the sober truth," he quips back, always a smart answer from the silver-tongued prince. 

You find a book and turn around, realising the little to no space between the two of you. You look away, unable to make eye contact in case he notices the desire so clearly within them.

"Go to bed, Loki." you say sternly, hoping showing confidence will get him to back off.

"Only if you come with me," he replies wittily. You meet his dark stare, how can one pair of eyes be so arresting. His offer almost irresistible, you slip away from him and return to your tea.

You take out another tea cup and fill it, your hands shaking slightly as you do so. You pick it up and hold it out to him, hoping to change the conversation.

"Tea?" you offer, and the look in his eyes has changed to your surprise, he looked almost, innocent. "Clearly I'm not the only one unable to sleep, if you're here."

He takes the cup and responds, "Yes, you're quite right."

"So what keeps a 'god' like you up at night," you ask, half jokingly, but still sincere.

"I don't think I have ever truly slept the full way through the night since youth," he replied casually, not wanting any sympathy. "And you?"

Shit. Y/N how much of a fucking idiot can you be. What are you meant to say now, 'oh just having a sex dream about you.' Damn it, think, think.

"I um- I have insomnia sometimes," not a full lie, sometimes you truly just can't sleep. But from the way you said it, Loki definitely knew it wasn't the truth. In fairness to you, he is the God of Lies, so even the best fibs wouldn't go unnoticed by him. To your surprise though, he decides against prying. Instead he leans in, and reaches around you to pick up the book he was reading before you came in.