Safeword ⛓

The Party

After hearing the announcement of the party, the team resumed their usual routines. Grabbing a bottle of water, y/n heard a voice behind her as she felt a hand on the small of her back gently touching her as the person moved passed her.

"I'll have one too".

"Please? Loki where are your manners?" Y/n replied jokingly turning around to give him the water.

"Please may I have a bottle of water, I'm feeling rather parched and the sight of the lady in front of me is not helping".

"Yes" y/n laughed pushing the bottle into Loki's hand.

Looking up at Loki, y/n felt herself feeling faint. To say that Loki was handsome was an insult. Loki wasn't just good looking or striking or attractive, he was captivating. His eyes told stories of the centuries he'd seen, the love he had given, lost, the battles he'd fought, the tears he had shed, the devastation he'd caused, the books he had read, the realms he'd seen, the bad places he had been, the good times he'd had and the times where he felt overwhelmingly mad. Y/n knew Loki had a past where he was never understood and how infuriating it must have felt living in Thor's shadow, but Loki and y/n had an understanding of each other. He'd remind her every time one of them were injured and the other was next to them in the medical wing. He'd stroke her hair and tell her stories. He'd tell her how no one had ever understood him like she had and how no one ever really took the time out to get to know him, Loki, not the God of Mischief or Thor's brother, Loki, the man who loved reading books, the man who liked to watch the sun set, the man who'd spend hours staring up at the stars connecting the constellations, the man who craved intimacy, to feel appreciated, loved. No one understood him. Not like y/n did.

Tearing her eyes from his, she looked down to see that she was still holding the bottle of water and that his hand was encasing hers. It didn't feel wrong. It felt right so so right. It felt like fire. Ice. The feeling of his hand over hers made her feel protected, safe. Looking back up at him, her breath hitched seeing his eyes already tearing into hers. She could feel his breath lightly stroking her face as they stared at each other for longer and longer. They were lost in the endless pool of each others eyes. They were trapped in the infinite maze of each others souls and neither of them wanted to escape. They both wanted to be deeper. Further, lost in each other. They wanted to be closer.

Ending the staring, Loki's eyes flew to her lips before looking back into her eyes. She noticed the break in eye contact and did the same. Leaning closer, their lips were inches apart. So close yet so so far.

CRASH

A loud noise startled the pair as they quickly turned away from each other to the source of the noise. Clearly Sam and Bucky were the culprits as they both speedily walked down the hallway, eyes firmly on the ground. Loki took this opportunity to walk away from y/n, creating some space between the two whilst a flustered y/n tried her hardest to not meet Loki's gaze.

"Sooo... a party on Saturday" Loki said scratching his head trying to break the silence.

"Yes. One of Starks infamous parties AKA the opportunity to get completely black out drunk and kiss a rich stranger you'll never see again" y/n replied trying to sound in a jokey mood.

"Do you know what you'll wear?"

"No idea. You?"

"Well, I heard midgardian men usually wear a suit to events such as these"

"Formal" y/n giggled

"Quite. But considering that the guests will probably be of Starks calibre, I hardly think I'll be the only man in a suit"

"I look forward to the sight"

"Hmm"

And with that, the two went their separate ways exiting the kitchen.

Finally, Saturday was here!

All week Loki had been asking y/n what she was going to wear to the party. He would watch her like a hawk whenever he'd see her taking a package up to her room. Whenever she'd tie her hair up during training he'd ask her how she was going to do it for the party. Whenever she'd apply lip balm, he'd ask her if she was going to wear makeup. Every time he asked her a question, y/n would reply with the same silencing hand gesture and a it's a surprise.

Looking into the mirror, y/n was greeted by her gorgeous appearance. Y/N didn't usually dress up so when she did she'd always outdo herself. She also knew that she had someone in particular she wanted to impress tonight. She wanted to make Loki stop in his tracks and have his eyes scan over her form like she was the only woman at the party. Like she was the only woman he'd ever known. She wanted Loki to not be able to keep his hands off her her. She wanted to feel him kiss her as they swayed on the dance floor . She wanted to feel him.

Stepping into the party, Loki instantly began searching the crowd for her. He was excited. Generally excited. His eyes wondered over the crowd until they stopped at her. She looked utterly breathtaking. Her hair was out but slicked back completely revealing the entirety of her face. Her cheekbones, her eyes, her lips. Setting his gaze lower, he saw her dress. She wore a deep neck mermaid dress adorned in red lace. Her heels matched the colour of the dress and they made her legs look never ending. Sexy yes. Beautiful yes. Gorgeous of course.

Walking towards her, Loki took her hand in his. After kissing each of her knuckles he looked her up and down again and spoke.

"You look heavenly"

"You don't look half bad yourself trickster god" y/n laughed giving Loki a twirl.
That's when he noticed that her dress was also backless. What he would give to have her bare skin against his right now.

"Oh this old thing, just a suit I save for special occasions" Loki sarcastically huffed actually trying to calm himself down.

"A Gucci suit being referred to a 'this old thing' well that's new, never heard that before" she replied smiling whilst smoothing her hands over his sides.

Looking back up at him, they both found themselves back in the same situation they were in the other day in the kitchen. Eyes not wanting to leave each other's. Heart rates increasing. Space between them getting smaller. Sparks. Until they were interrupted by a clearly drunk Tony Stark making an announcement.

"Y/n, y/n, this next songs for you. I remember that day we were doing karaoke and your face lit up as soon as you heard the first 7 seconds of this song. Without further ado, let's bless the rains down in Africa"

With that cue, the song started playing.
Breaking the eye contact with Loki, y/n immediately broke out with a grin as she hummed along with the initial beat of the song.

"This song Loki. THIS SONG IS MY SONG" she said excitedly as she grabbed his arm to take him to the main dance floor.

I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation

"Loki come on sway with me" she shouted over the music taking Loki's hands in hers and placing them on her hips.

She's coming in, 12:30 flight. The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

As soon as his hands were on her hips, Loki felt at ease.

I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies

Watching y/n sing happily to the song as they swayed together, Loki felt a smile tugging at his lips.

He turned to me as if to say

Watching Loki smiling as he held her and swayed, y/n felt compelled to completely scream the next line.

"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"

And with that, Loki's lips were on y/n's.