Loki Oneshots

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You're going to kill him. Actually this time. You wash your hands and the spot on your face at least 5 times. He replaced your face moisturizer with some kind of white paint. What he should've known is you have an allergy to latex the paint he used must have had latex. Now your face is turning red. You shouldn't need to go to the hospital but you're gonna be itchy and irritated.

Once you're clean you find a tube of cream you got last time you had a reaction. The second you finish applying the cream he walks in.

"Loki I'm going to kill you." You sneer. He laughs. "Fucking asshole."

"It was paint!" He keeps laughing. "It didn't hurt you! You'll be fine! I even put your cream in a different container!" He sits down beside you on your bed.

"You're fucking stupid!"

"Darling." He gets closer to you. "It was a joke!" He sees your face being overcome with concern. "What happened?" He touches the obvious red mark.

"You should know."

"It was white paint not red!" He rolls his eyes.

"I know it was white! I'm allergic to latex. The pain you used must have had some in it!"

"Allergic? Darling I'm sorry. I didn't know." His voice is laced with guilt.

"I told you! Don't you remember? That seems like something my best friend should remember!"

"It does. Truly. But I didn't know paint had latex in it. I promise you that knowledge is in my head forever." You stay silent looking down. "Please look at me." You look up at him. He looks sorry. "I would never do anything to put you in danger." He examines your hands. "Do you need a hospital?"

"I'm fine." You tell him sternly. "And not all paint has latex. You couldn't have known."

"I'm very very sorry y/n." He takes your hand.

After a moment of silence and contemplating you squeeze his hand back and speak.

"I forgive you."

"Thank you." He smiles. "It wasn't just a little bit funny?"

You hit him. He grabs your wrists smirking. It's making you melt. You hate when he looks at you like that. It's like he knows you like him.

"You're an asshole."

"You've said that. I'm going to kiss you now." He hesitates for a second.

"What?" You don't know why you said that. You want to ask why. Or maybe tell him no.

It's too late. He's kissing you still holding your wrists in his lap. You kiss back not wanting to miss the chance not knowing if you'll ever have another one. His lips are cold and soft. Somehow you feel like you're melting into them. He pulls away and you lean forward not wanting it to end. He chuckles dropping your hands.

"I like you and I'm sorry I gave you an allergic reaction. Did the kiss help at all?"

"Loki." You whisper. "What the hell?"

"Should I not have done that?" He asks seeming frightened.

"No! I mean yes! You- I... fuck!" You scramble your words.

You kiss him this time plunging your hands into his hair. Immediately he kisses back running his hands everywhere along your body. He lays back pulling you on top of him. You shift straddling him. He moans it's such a nice sound. You feel him start to harden underneath you. At that moment it's all a little too much for you. You pull back breathing hard.

"Did-did you say you liked me? You ask.

"No. I did not." He smiles.

"Oh okay." You start to get up and he grabs your hips slamming you down on top of him. You let out a small quiet moan.