Life with Loki - short stories

One Word, Two Meanings

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Just a little thingy I wrote during work today. Enjoy. L x
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"Darling? May I ask you something?". The relationship you had with the God of Mischief, had been platonic, mostly. With both of you being avengers, you also had a natural pull towards each other. You had become good friends, as Loki learnt to settle on Midgard and live a somewhat Midgardian life.

Although, things had evolved past the once platonic friendship. Maybe it was those nights where he read to you until you fell asleep on his chair  -only to wake in his bed, and with him asleep on the chair-  or maybe it was those mornings where the pair of you walked to your favourite bagel shop, together, drinking coffee and sharing The Times crossword puzzle. Or perhaps it was the fact that you possessed a rare softness that had lured the broken Loki in from the start, and you, a past of feeling ignored and neglected, only for him to bask you in the loving attention praise that you deserved. Maybe it was all those things that had fed the growing attraction between you two.

But today, when he had been so clearly set up to ask you this question, you surrendered to your growing desires for the tall, charismatic, God.

Some of the team would make little comments here and there, teasing at the unspoken love that lingered between you and Loki, or, they would try and catch him off guard, prompting him to use words or saying that was, well.. not so innocent.

When you would enlighten Loki into the true meaning and that it was a set-up, the instigators would get theirs. Your brother was sometimes the worse of them all. Tony still had it out for Loki, especially since his sister had become close friends with the reformed God of Chaos. He never ceased trying to embarrass him in front of you.

As wise as Loki was for his many lived Asgardian years, he was not all that up to date on Midgardian culture. You had been teaching him some expressions and terms here and there, but this question of Midgardian terminology was the most personal of them yet.

"Oh course Loke, what is it?". How gorgeous he was. Standing before you with those dominant cheekbones, his ivory skin, and those soft light pink lips -Gods, he is divine- speaking to you in that soft velvet, a tolerant tone that was only for you and you alone.

"What is a facial?". Your face dropped. The look of Loki's face was as close as you could get to a look of innocence on the God of Mischief. "Who told you to ask me that?". Looking across the room, you saw Tony and Clint sniggering at each other, like the stupid little children they were. Loki's expression hardened as he realised that he had been set up again to embarrass you and himself, but before the God could wreak chaos on the two that dared to play him a fool, a knowing smirk flashed across your face.

"You want to know what a facial is, Loki?". Ok, no more playing. Tony soon regretted the prank, his and Clint's plan backfiring in front of them. You reached out and grabbed Loki's hand, pulling him closer to you. "Come with me, and I will show you, my love".

Tony yelled for you, attempting to order you to stop, as you and Loki speed down the corridor. Hand in hand, a knowing look of explosive lust and longed love within the eyes of each other.