Fear & Desire - Legacies (book 2)

Engagement party p2

Standing up, you began swaying with Natasha who was probably as intoxicated as you. You felt Loki's eyes on you as Steve joined in, spinning you around as you chuckled. Whenever your gaze would wander in Loki's direction, you saw him staring at you. You tried to ignore his piercing regard. Downing your drink, you put your arms in the air hearing the next song playing. Stepping into the middle of the room, you danced with some of the other guests. Placing your hands on your waist as you rolled your hips singing along to the lyrics.

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on sugar let me know."

You ignored Loki gaping as you incorporated your shoulders into your routine as other people joined your dancing. In your head, it felt as if you and Loki were the only people in the room, the lights felt as if they dimmed when you both caught each others gazes again. You felt yourself getting drunker and drunker as Nat passed you more and more cocktails. When you took a step to walk, you staggered, being held up by Stephen who was wearing—

"You look good." You gasped looking him up and down.

"You really think so?" He smirked "this old thing" he remarked adjusting his cuff links.

"And your hands." You gasped again grabbing them after noticing he wasn't wearing gloves "I told you you'd look fine without the gloves wizard." You laughed remembering an old conversation between you and Stephen where he said he sometimes felt uneasy with his hands exposed hence the gloves. He pulled them back as you ran your eyes over them. Pulling them back, you put them to your lips and kissed them "fine okay." You reassured with a lazy smile sighting Natasha walking closer to you with a drink that you'd definitely not refuse.

"Well, thank y—" Stephen started before being interrupted by Loki throwing you over his shoulder.

"That's enough of that." He opined.

"Put me down put me down." You scolded, hitting his back.

Loki remained silent until you left the room and was standing in the quiet hallway. Putting you down, your back hit the wall as you glared at Loki who looked back at you biting his lip.

"Loki don't look at me like that." You tittered.

"Why? Is it working?" He grinned.

"Yes, you're an idiot." You laughed before staggering back towards the party, Loki close behind.

Reeling back into the room, you saw Tony requesting a song, raising a glass, you "whooooooed" hearing shoot to thrill playing. The both of you mimicked playing electric guitars as you handed your drink over to a random guest. There was a plethora of cheers for the both of you as if you were really playing. Once the song had finished, you saw Nat request something else. This song was slower and she walked towards you singing it, it took you a second to realise what it was, but when you did, you both broke out into a duet.

"Something touched me deep inside the day the music died."

Picking up a bottle of champagne, you used it as a microphone as you sang, using your other hand to direct others to join in.

"So bye bye miss American pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry."

You and Natasha danced around the room grabbing random arms and swinging them as the crowd grew livelier and livelier. When you reached Bucky, you accidentally spilled some champagne down your dress, seeing what happened, Bucky quickly grabbed some napkins and began dabbing at your dress. All Loki could see were Bucky's hands hovering over your chest. Seething, he stormed towards you both, picking you up again, this time bridal style as you yelped. You tried to escape his grip, but just settled to no avail as he carried you somewhere. Putting you down, you steadied yourself before narrowing your gaze at Loki.

"You were embarrassing yourself." He explained shrugging his shoulders making you huff.

"So I'm an embarrassment now" you exclaimed flinging your arms in the air. "Y/N the embarrassment."

"Behave." He warned putting your arms back down as you both held eye contact for a few moments until you broke it.

"Don't talk to me like that." You said.

"Like what? Like this? Or like this?" He replied changing his tone.

"Go away Loki." You muttered.

"Look at me." He said placing a hand on your cheek.

"Go away." You repeated closing your eyes.

"Look at me. I love you, you know I love you. I've loved you since the beginning y/n every time I look into your eyes I see nothing but love. Pure love— no not love, it's stronger than that, it's adoration, passion, predilection. You're my beginning, my end, my everything y/n. I'm incredibly sorry." He professed.

Realising where you both were, you decided to turn away from him not wanting to deal with this right now. You felt a lump in your throat as you spoke.

"Goodnight Loki." You whispered pushing your door open and closing it behind you as you stumbled to your bed. When you reached it, you felt tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Hiccuping, you then began crying, not even really sure of the reason anymore. It must have been because the love of your life fell in love with someone else you reminded yourself as you criticised yourself. You weren't enough. Never enough. Crawling towards the head of the bed, you raised your knees to your chest in a fetal position as you cried until falling asleep.

Quietly entering your room, Loki sat on your bed and took your heels off, placing them quietly on the floor. Standing back up, he put the covers over you before stepping backwards and admiring you. A sight he'd miss whenever he'd close his eyes.

"You're staring." You mumbled making Loki jump slightly.

"I love you y/n." He said again.

"Love you too. Now get out or if you're staying, turn the light off and stay on your side." You murmured, eyes still closed.

Smiling, Loki kicked off his shoes before joining you in the bed. He thanked the gods for being in the comfort of your bed again, trying to forget the fact that you were drunk so would probably forget this exchange tomorrow. He thought back to Thor's words. Unconditionally. Did you really love him unconditionally? Above all else? Allowing his eyes to close, he felt you putting some of the covers over him before turning around. Soft snores filled the room.