Messing withLoki

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(Idk, this makes me smile 😆)


It was quiet at the tower. Quiet was dangerous. So easily disturbed...

You grin childishly as you watch Loki out of the corner of your eye. It had been too long since you'd messed with him.

"You know, you're kinda greasy..." you muse with a slight teasing edge to your voice. He puts a hand to his chest in mock shock.

"Greasy?! I am a prince, you adorable little troll," he says with affectionate contempt.

"Mm. A greasy prince." You smirk like an idiot and start slowly backing out of the room before turning and making a hasty retreat.

Loki looks after you with confusion.

"I believe she wishes you to chase her, brother," Thor informs him with more than a little amusement.

"Childish games," Loki grumbles under his breath as he strides out of the room. As soon as he's rounded the corner and out of Thor's view, though, he grins as he breaks into a run.

He finds you around the next bend and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, halting your escape. You squeal, giggling like a child, as he lightly tickles your ribs.

"Stop! Stop, please, I yield! I yield! You win," you laugh, out of breath and he lets up but doesn't release you.

"I always do," he teases, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and letting you go.

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