A Worthy Adversary (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 18 - Finally Alone

*Smut Warning*  skip if you don't want to read!

You're sitting on the couch, watching an episode of 'Brooklyn Nine-Nine,' but you'd be lying if you said you're paying any attention to it.

Your mind is flooded with thoughts of the god upstairs, no matter how much you try to rid it of them.

Hearing voices, you look over to the elevator, spotting the last of the team members leaving. Loki has just walked Thor down the stairs, probably wishing him luck on his mission, before the elevator doors shut.

You whip your head back to the television, knowing the two of you are now completely alone in the tower.

From the corner of your eye, you can see him making his way over to you.

"Do you need something?" you question, not even glancing at him.

"Oh, so this is what we're doing," he sits down on the other end of the sofa.

"I don't know what you mean," you respond coyly, "Are you finding it warm in here?"

"Yes, but I always do," he answers offhandedly, leaning back on the couch.

"Hmm, someone must have changed the temperature. Will you go dial it down?" you ask demurely.

"I'm not your servant, do it yourself," he scoffs, looking at you snidely.

"Fine, a little bit of heat never killed anyone," you unbutton your jacket, and toss it to the side, Loki's cold expression wavering at the minimal modesty provided by your mesh bralette.

You pause the tv, getting up from the sofa and heading to the kitchen, unsurprised to hear footsteps following you.

"You could at least pretend not to be so eager," you say provocatively, facing away from him as you fill up a glass of water at the sink.

Your breath hitches when you feel him walk up behind you, his body pressing against yours. He places his hands on your shoulders, delicately tracing them down along your bare arms.

"You can't blame me," he purrs, taking hold of one of your hands, spinning you around to meet his gaze.

"No?"

"You're my weakness," he leans on the counter, one hand on either side of you, "Meeting you is my biggest regret."

"Ouch-"

"I'm unable to think straight, you consume my every thought," he leans in closer, his breath smelling like fresh mint, and you turn your head away from him.

"I can't say the same," you tease, your hands making their way up to his chest, but your eyes refusing to meet his.

"What was that?" he tilts your head back towards him, forcing you to meet that icy stare of his.

You practically melt under his gaze, and he knows it too. Your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest with how fast it's beating.

"You're trouble Friggason," you barely manage to form a sentence, undoing the top button of his shirt.

"You're no saint either," his hand moves from your face down along your back, reaching the clasp of your bra.

"I'm well aware of that," you retort as you undo his last shirt button, pushing it off his shoulders. You can't help but admire him, your hands trailing across his sculpted torso.

"My eyes are up here," he grins flirtatiously down at you, making you roll your eyes.

"You know, I had a cup of coffee earlier," you run your fingers through his hair.