A Worthy Adversary (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 12 - A Long Night

Your head is pounding, and the sun is shining in from the bedroom window, blinding you as you wake up. Wait, your room is west-facing, it shouldn't be this bright.

Jolting upright, you realise this isn't your bed, it's Loki's. The god is passed out beside you, and you notice your red dress across the room on the floor. Oh no, you didn't, you wouldn't.

You get out of the bed as quietly as possible, almost vomiting as you bend over and pick up your dress. You throw on the dress quickly, and tiptoe towards the door. 

Not spotting your heels on the ground in front of you, you trip, landing with a thud and undoubtedly waking up Loki.

"Y/N?" he sits up, rubbing his eyes, still in the same black shirt.

"Nope," you respond, picking up your heels and heading over to the door.

"What in Hel are you doing in here?" he asks, throwing the duvet off and cutting you off from the door.

You look at him confusedly, "You don't remember either? Oh for fuck's-"

Suddenly there's a knocking on the door, both yours and Loki's eyes widening in panic. He shoves you behind the door as he opens it, you trying to remain as silent as possible.

"Brother, what are you doing in here so early?" Loki announces rather loudly.

"I would hardly call it early Loki, it's two o'clock," Thor booms, and you have to restrain yourself from wincing at the volume of his voice.

"Well what is it?" Loki asks promptly.

"We were all wondering if you had seen Y/N, she went missing from the party last night and she wasn't in her room," Thor replies.

"I think I saw her leave with someone, she probably just had a one-night stand," Loki answers, and you hope his words didn't have any truth to them.

"Right, I'm sure she's fine. Also-"

"I'm sorry brother, I have to go have a shower. We can continue this later," Loki interrupts him, and you hear both of their footsteps retreating back to the door.

Practically slamming the door behind Thor, Loki turns to you, a look of uncertainty on his face.

"You don't think we-"

"No, no, of course not, we would never," you say hurriedly, although you haven't quite convinced yourself of that yet.

"Well what's the last thing that you remember?" he questions as he rubs his temple.

You try to think back on the night, recalling Stark's party, and 'helping' Loki get away from those women.

"I think I took you to that dive bar, Mulligan's."

You immediately signal to the bartender, ordering yourself a martini, leaving Loki to get his own.

Speaking of Loki, you've somehow managed to lose the god within seconds, and you scan around the bar trying to find him again.

You spot him standing near the dart board, and he turns back to look at you. He suddenly fires one of the darts at you, you just barely catching it before it reached your face.

"Stop throwing things at me," you state assuredly, steadying your stance and throwing it at the board beside him.

"What's the problem, you always catch them," he replies, smiling down at you as you walk over to him.