Loki Laufeyson Fanfiction (Marvel)

Chapter 28- Final

With Tony, the party is never just dinner. You would have been overjoyed, if not for Loki's constant teasings. 

At some point you have all gravitated to the living room. Tony is telling a story, Sam and Bucky are doing a push up competition. Natasha is flirting with Bruce who's doing a pretty bad job at controlling his flustered expression. 

Thor, well he's chugging drinks with Steve who honestly you thought would be more responsible. Pretty much everyone is wasted in one way or the other. Except for you and Loki of course, which is why you're struggling to keep it together. If you had a few more drinks in you, it was guaranteed you wouldn't be in your current predicament. 

"L-Loki!" 

Your plan was to get some much needed alcohol, but Loki had you cornered in the kitchen.

"Running away from me, were you?"

"O-Of course not!" you shake your head in denial, but that's exactly what you were doing.

His hands smoothen against the counter top, leaning a bit closer.

"S-Stop messing around, you know how Tony gets" 

The last thing you want is him spreading rumors that you were getting it on in his kitchen. Loki doesn't move, he's just wearing that smirk. You glare. Why was he testing you like this?

Screw it.

You grab the lapels of his shirt, yanking him forward. Loki is shocked, but he reciprocates the second your lips make contact. The kiss is frantic, hungry. Your hands rush over his shoulder, then slide down, settling on his back as you pull at his suit, titling your head to deepen the kiss.

Loki isn't doing much better than you. He eagerly responds, hands no longer braced on the counter. You don't want to separate, but Loki pulls back, and your brows knit in frustration, panting heavily. 

"My room.." He whispers. 

He takes your hand and you follow obediently. You barely process your friends causing a mock as you pass, your eyes are glued to Loki's strong form.

When he gets closer, his gait slows, clenching your hand just a bit tighter. The second you're at the front door, it opens almost on it's own, but you know better. That's definitely Loki's doing. It shuts the moment you're inside. He turns you slowly, and this kiss is less hurried compared to the first. It's somewhat of a peck, because he retracts, just to look at you. The back of his hands glide down your bare shoulder, and in the dimly lit room, the glow your iris gives off is prominent. Loki smiles and you shut your eyes with a blush.

"S-Sorry..'"

"You have nothing to apologize for. "

"Loki I.."

He can tell that you're nervous.

"I-It's not that I'm a virgin or anything. I-It's just been a really long time since I've been with anyone this way and I just.."

"You don't have to explain yourself." That look in his eyes is so gentle, it makes you so warm. Protected, loved. Your lips reconnect, and you slowly unbutton his shirt, pushing the jacket off his shoulders. He removes it, dropping both his tie and jacket to the floor. You separate to pull off your heels, and Loki just snaps his fingers. Your mouth falls open, because now he's in nothing but his briefs. 

"T-That's not fair!" you complain. Loki is grinning. 

"If you needed some help, all you had to do was ask. " 

You huff at him with a small pout, turning so he can help you zip down your dress. You expect him to be just as impatient as you, but he takes his time. Sliding it down so painfully slowly. He gives your shoulder a kiss, and it just adds to the heat pooling between your thighs. The dress falls at your feet, and you turn to him. There's a small need to cover yourself. It's been years since you've allowed yourself any sense of vulnerability. Both physically and emotionally. The look he gives you, that's what reassures you. He understands, more than anyone he does.

"I love you (Y/N)." There is absolutely no way you would ever get tired of hearing him say that.

"I love you too, frost titan." 

He laughs, and you jump into his arms, kissing him with merit. Loki returns it, letting out little laughs in between as he backs you both up to the bed. Your bodies flop onto the mattress, laughing the entire way down. He's leaving kisses all over your face and you giggle. 

"I could really get used to this."

His kisses have moved to your neck, and your fingers slide into his hair, sighing. 

"You and I both."