Who Am I? | Loki x Reader

Chapter Three

Ever since Loki apologised, the two of you had become inseparable. The two of you spent lots of time inside of your room, enjoying one another's presence and sneaking glances when the other wasn't looking. That was until a new fighter had piqued the Grandmaster's attention. Both you and Loki had been nearby, chatting with the Grandmaster's party guests when the newcomer was brought in. Out of habit, your appearance was similar to Gamora, as it usually was. After all, it was how you were more comfortable appearing when around strangers. As Loki entertained the people around him, you let yourself stare off out the window. What pulled you back out from your head was the newcomer calling out for Loki's attention. Curiously, Loki's face fell as he too noticed the newcomer.

"I'll be right back," Loki chuckled apologetically towards the crowd as he stood up to shush the newcomer. Curious, you watched as Loki and the newcomer spoke in quick hushed whispers, attracting the Grandmaster's attention. While you missed most of the conversation, you heard words like "contender" and "ass-gard" (whatever that meant). As soon as the newcomer was wheeled away by his chair, you pulled Loki aside.

"Who was that?" You asked, resting a hand on Loki's tense shoulder.

"My brother Thor."

"You two don't get along, I gather?" Loki rolled his eyes in response, you chuckled. "I get it, I don't really get along with my siblings..." Your words died in your throat as you remembered that the Black Order was not, in fact, your family. You couldn't help but wonder, did you have a family back at your real home? You shook your head to clear your head. "Let's just head back to my room."

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Your scavenged book was open but you weren't reading it. Instead, you were staring at the words with a fixed frown on your face. Loki sat on your bed, head resting against the wall, eyes closed. You couldn't tell if he was still awake or asleep, however you could hear him mumbling to himself as his magic glowed at his fingertips. Fascinated, you watched as the greed light swirled down his hands and up to surround his figure in a light fog. Setting your book down, sure to mark your spot before doing so, you stand up from your chair and join the man on your bed to examine his magic from up close. Oddly, you found yourself admiring the man more than the magic. Loki was handsome, and you blushed furiously at the thought. Of course, everyone would think that way about the man. His charming smile and curious attitude had even stricken the Grandmaster himself. Idly, you wondered how Loki saw you. Clearly he enjoyed your company, after all, why would he spend so much time around you?

"What are you thinking about, love?" His voice shook you from your thoughts and your cheeks burned brighter at being caught having moved so close.

"Who were you talking to?" You countered, shifting in your bed to sit shoulder to shoulder with the taller man.

"Touché," Loki smiled and your heart fluttered but you pushed the feeling away.

"Your magic is beautiful," you let the compliment slip out suddenly.

"Really?" Loki seemed shocked, as if he didn't think his abilities were as magnificent as they truly were.

"What do you mean, really?" You exclaimed in shock at his lack of confidence in his magic. "I may not have seen too much of your magic but every time you use it, I can tell it's something you love. After all, it's a part of you and you use it so elegantly." Loki seemed to flush slightly at your praise before a sly grin grew on his face. With a laugh you shook your head, "this is going straight to your head, isn't it?"

"Give me your hands, darling," Loki spoke suddenly, resting his hands in front of himself with his palms facing upwards. With a teasing roll of your eyes, you obliged, resting your hands on top of his.

A green glow suddenly covered his hands, and in turn, yours. It was warm but not hot. Before you could pull away, a small image of fireworks shot out from your palms. You gasped in alarm but Loki smiled at you reassuringly. As soon as the miniature fireworks ceased, you looked up at Loki with wide eyes. Loki's breath seemed to have caught in his throat and you didn't dare breathe before him.

"My mother taught me that," Loki spoke after what seemed like an eternity of silence. You nodded in solemn understanding, he had only spoken briefly about his mother but his eyes always watered with remorse. You didn't know what had happened but whatever it was, you knew Loki would tell you when he felt ready. "Can I kiss you?" Loki spoke in a whisper, it took you a second to process his words. When you finally did, the blush on your cheeks deepened and you nodded, too afraid to say anything in case you ruined the moment.

Cautiously, as if your skin was made of glass, one of Loki's hands intertwined itself with your own while the other moved up to caress your cheek. Your skin under his palm changed through a few pigments before settling back to your usual human skin. Loki smirked at the effect he had on you as your face heated up. Time seemed to pass in slow-motion as Loki's soft thumb ran along your lower lip. As you closed the distance between one anothers faces, you couldn't help but let your eyes shift between staring into his emerald green eyes to his partially parted lips. Impatiently, you tugged on his hand and his smirk only grew. If he was waiting for you to finally initiate a kiss, Loki had another thing coming. After all, he was the one who asked you for permission. Just as Loki noticed your festering frustration, he let a laugh pass by his lips before finally pressing his lips against your own, effectively causing whatever feelings of annoyance in you to die.

The kiss was addicting and electric (so much so that a few more followed suit). The kiss with Loki was unlike any other that had come before it. Your skin tingles all over your body and you had no doubt that if you were... Less clothed... Your skin would be changing in between a plethora of colours and pigments. Just as Loki's kisses descended to your neck, as if he was reading your mind, a sharp knock echoed through your room. Both you and Loki froze, panting to collect your respective breaths. The knocking started again and someone called your name.

"Fuck," you mumbled under your breath before calling out, "give me a minute!"

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At the door, Topaz had been tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for you to answer. If she noticed your shortness of breath or unkempt appearance, she didn't say anything. Instead, she kept it short and simple.

"Grandmaster has a job for you."

"I'll be down in twenty," you spoke curtly but carefully, you didn't want to get on the woman's bad side.

"Ten." And with that, your door slid shut, leaving you alone. "Alone?" You echoed the thought out loud. You had to do a double take when you realised that Loki had disappeared. "Loki?" You eyed your bed curiously.

"Right here, love." You gasped with a mixture of shock and awe as a green fog lifted over where you had been sitting previously revealing Loki's cocky figure lounging on your bed.

"What can't you do?" You mumbled with a smile.