Friends with Benefits

3

Like any morning after a party, you, Thor, Nat, Bucky, Steve and whoever else decided to tag along were sprawled messily across Thors bed. You were nuzzled in the crook of Thors neck as he held you, chin resting against your shoulder, probably the only two comfortable people in the bed. As sunlight began to stream in, you opened your eyes, squinting as you pulled away from Thor. Careful not to wake anyone up, you made your way out of the bed before picking up one of Thors tops and changing into it knowing everyone was far too deep into their dreams to see you.

Quietly, you stepped out of Thors room and made your way into the living room that was far from tidy, now decorated with empty beer bottles and red cups. Pushing some of the things from the couch onto the floor, you sat down, crossed legged before picking up the rest of the joint Bucky had left in the ashtray last night. Hearing a noise in the kitchen, you quickly discarded it before standing up and making your way towards the kitchen. Stepping inside, you were met by Loki who was busying himself with cleaning up, a black bag in hand. You called his name but he didn't answer. When he turned his head slightly, still oblivious of your presence, you saw that he had ear buds in. Smiling to yourself, you kept yourself hidden behind him as you made your way towards him. Once you reached him, you tried your hardest, standing on your tiptoes to cover his eyes. Shocked at feeling someone covering his eyes, Loki quickly spun around, pinning you against the wall before he realised it was you.

You gasped, feeling your back hit the cold wall Loki pinned you to. You felt your breath leave you with the contact. Almost immediately, Loki realised it was you. His eyes widened as he took a step backwards, apologising. He quickly pulled you off of the wall, examining you for injuries.

"Loki I'm fine." You assured, shrugging him off "I've been pinned to a wall a lot rougher than that." You joked, trying to reassure him as anxiety made itself know in his features. "Sorry for sneaking up on you." You apologised.

"You're apologising?" Loki asked, brows furrowing in confusion as he took his earbuds out, placing them on the kitchen counter. "Y/n, I'm the sorry one. My most sincere apologies." He bid, giving you a curt nod.

"You're so nice." You smiled, deciding to hug him considering he looked worried and was still apologising "I am fine."

Loki fought to ignore the feeling of your body against him. He could feel that you weren't wearing a bra and the thought left him taking a deep, steadying breath. The back of his hand accidentally brushed against your bare leg and Loki realised you were only wearing the top. He quickly pulled himself out of your embrace not knowing if he'd be able to keep himself contained if he felt you against him any longer. Once he did pull away, he allowed his eyes the pleasure of quickly running themselves over your form. You were wearing one of Thors tops, he thought about how much better you'd look in one of his. Fortunately the top was long enough to cover your upper thighs and loose enough leave some things to the imagination.

"Pass me a bag, I'll help you clean up." You offered Loki who you noticed seemed frozen in his position.

"Don't be ridiculous." He answered.

"I want to help, give me a bag." You repeated.

"Fine, you can wash something." Loki gave in, gesturing to the almost surprising empty sink.

"Why don't you play your music out loud? Everyone's so deep in sleep they won't hear it." You suggested. Smiling, Loki picked his phone up and shuffled his playlist. Beginning to wash, you sang along to space song by beach house as Loki cleaned around you.

Loki kept looking to the ground, tearing his gaze from you as you sang so carefree whilst you washed up. Were you that comfortable around him? Enough to just sing and slightly sway as water splashed on you, dampening your top. Once again shocking him, when the song got to the chorus instrumental, you spun around and grabbed his hands, prompting him to dance around the kitchen with you. Your smile was wide, beaming as his hands found your waist as he spun you around. Loki found even himself beginning to fall in line with your carelessness, smiling widely too.

After a while, you resumed washing up as the others began to wake up. Bucky was the first to wander into the kitchen, quickly kissing you on the cheek before looking for something to eat. Remembering last night, you decided to give Bucky a quick grilling.

"Bucky."

"Mm princess." He prompted.

Princess? Loki had to keep himself from swinging for Bucky, who was he to call you princess. All these people, so undeserving of you.

"Who was the girl you were talking about last night, the one who wanted to see Thor?" You questioned as he bit into something he had picked up and unwrapped. Turning red, Bucky tried to think of some sort of excuse as to why he had to leave the room. "Bucky!" You called after him when he just began walking out "Buckyy!!! Who was the girl?!"