Friends with Benefits

13

Hanging up the phone, you threw it to your bed as you slapped a hand over your mouth. You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall after hearing Thor and Bucky outside your room. You felt a strange feeling of betrayal.

"He's with someone." You sniffled, looking at Thor one you swung your door open. He was currently putting his top on as he looked at you with a solemn expression knowing that Loki was still with Jorja. He felt awful.

"It's not what it seems y/n." Thor insisted, facing you.

"What are you both, two delusional parrots with all this it's not what it seems?" You scoffed, mimicking his voice "it seems he was naked, she was naked for fuck sake." You breathed, running a hand through your hair "do you know what, you can fuck off too." You decided, entering your room once again as you swung open your wardrobe and took out Lokis clothes that you had stupidly kept from the other day. "And give these to your prick of a brother." You screeched, throwing the clothes at Thor "fuck you both."

Bucky stood next to you both, watching the interaction as you pushed Thor out of the door, throwing the clothes that he dropped. You slammed the door before you turned to look at Bucky who had a sympathetic expression.

"Wanna smoke?" He offered, hoping it'd brighten your mood. Instead of answering verbally, you sadly shook your head no. "Aww, baby but you always wanna smoke." He cooed to which you shook your head again as you stepped away from the front door you had just shoved Thor out of. Walking towards you, Bucky grinned before he spoke. "Want me to" he began before lowering himself to your ear and whispering the most explicit things.

"That was one time Bucky!" You gasped, pulling away from him.

"And what a night that was." He smiled as if in recollection "I wonder if Natasha remembers it too?"

"Bucky!"

"Okay sorry, wanna cuddle?" He asked "with clothes?"

You nodded your head before Bucky put an arm around your back before walking with you into your room. You both laid on the bed, Bucky spooning you as he drew absent shapes on your arm. You resisted the urge to cry when you realised it would be ridiculous if you did considering it wasn't as if Loki cheated on you.

"You don't deserve it y/n, none of it." Bucky spoke breaking the silence.

"I know." You agreed.

"You're a beautiful, smart, funny person and if the brothers can't see that then it's their loss." He continued.

"Bucky I'm not with them both!" You exclaimed.

"Oh." He gulped.

You were both in silence for a while longer until the sound of someone entering the flat sounded.

"Nat?" You called. Opening the door, Natasha entered your room, kicking her shoes off.

"How was the exam?" You asked, pulling the covers back on the other side of Bucky.

"Good, really good." She smiled.

"Proud of you!" Bucky praised.

"Me too Natty." You smiled as Natasha settled into the bed too, trapping Bucky in the middle. Raising his arms, he put each oneunder your heads. The three of you laid in a silence for a few moments until Natasha broke it.

"Y/n?"

"Mm."

"Did you have sex in here today?" She asked, sighting the condom on the floor near the bin in the corner.

"Maybe." You answered, grinning.

"Ew!" She gasped, jumping up from the bed "Bucky how are you not grossed out? Wait a minute, you two?"

"No!" You and Bucky answered in unison.

Meanwhile, Thor made his way back to the flat holding Lokis clothes, feeling nothing if not penitent. He had allowed his own selfish intentions come between something that could have blossomed into something rich. He himself wasn't able to provide you with love, real love, but what if Loki could? What if he could and he's just ruined it? What if you live your life as a crazy cat lady because he stopped you from finding true love in college? It was all too much for Thor to handle. His heart was heavy.

When you hung up the phone, Loki swallowed thickly as if trying to swallow down all his emotions. He put his phone down before taking Jorja's arm off of him and standing up.

"Where are you going? What happened?" She questioned, wrapping his duvet around herself.

"Jorja you are a wonderful girl and last night was fun but—" he began until she interrupted him.

"I'm not a prostitute but Thor paid me." She shrugged.

"What? He paid you!"

"But Im not a prostitute remember." She clarified.

"Thor p-paid you to have sex with me?" Loki spoke, brows knitting in anger.

"I think it sounds like I'm a prostitute but I'm not, I'm an AP English major." She spoke, mostly to herself in contemplation "but this isn't the first time. Hmm. Am I a pr—no. I'm not."

"Get out!" Loki ordered.

"But you don't think I'm a prostitute right?"

"OUT!"

"I'm going I'm going." She scoffed, picking her clothes up.

Loki sat on the bed, wondering how he had managed to get into this mess, why he listened to his fucking brother. He quickly dressed and went to Thors room but it was empty. Fuming, he sat on the bed waiting for him to return.

Walking into the flat and throwing Lokis clothes onto the couch, Thor headed towards his room before he felt a punch in the face. Stumbling backwards, he held his nose as Loki punched him again. He knew he deserved it but damn it hurt.