Life with Loki - short stories

Radiant Smile - III *

Tags/Warnings: Slight Body Insecurities (remember reader is Plus Sized) / Sex (P&V) / Talks of birth control/protection / Oral Sex (F) /

(this helped with my strange Office Sex kink).

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Twenty-seven days it took for Loki to complete his mission, and for both of you to realise just deeply you had fallen for one another. Communication had been saraced, excluding a few messages from Loki letting you know he was safe and your replies. There had been one night he was able to call you, but unfortunately you were at a friend's birthday dinner, and your phone volume was easily drowned out by the loud noise of a busy restaurant and its lively customers. You were so gutted when you saw the missed call notification under his name, and a message from him saying he will try to call again if possible. But today, finally, he was on his way home.

Once the Quinjet touched the landing pad, Loki was making his way to you, shouting back over his shoulder that Steve could forget about including him in the routine debrief as he had places to be. He stormed off — through the yelled objections from the Captain — and made his way to his room to freshen up. He couldn't wait to see you, but he also knew that despite his impatience, that he wasn't so inclined to touching you with his bloodied and dirtied hands. Previous t entering his shower, he had messaged you.

Darling, I have just returned. Are you free? I want to see you - Loki L x

With the literal scum of the earth now removed from his body, the smitten Loki styled himself in his classic full black Gucci and then rushed to check his phone like some overexcited teenage youth, but he didn't care. He wanted you. He wanted to be with you. But as time went on and his message went without reply, nerves began riddling his stomach. 'Has she changed her mind? Is this too much for her? Am I too much for her? Has she... has she started seeking comfort with another?'. One would never expect such nerves and thoughts from his appearance, but it had been some time since... well, since Loki had been with someone intimately. But after staring death in the face as many times as the royal warrior has, including the mission he had just returned from, Loki knew what he wanted; you. And only you. But what if you didn't want him? He would understand if you didn't, but of course, it would hurt him immensely. As he stood there preparing for your message of rejection, he heard his phone notify him again.

You're back!! I'm just concluding a meeting and then I can finish early. Do you want to go for dinner? I can't wait to see you, Loke x - My Radiant Goddess

Loki's heart flourished at the written words before him, and the sentiment attached. You were looking forward to seeing him; how rare that feeling was to the God who was very much used to only being needed or wanted for negative, painful motives. Within the half hour, the excited God was waltzing his way through your office building, making his way past your curious members of staff, to your personal office. The receptionist who guided him there, advised Loki that you would be back from the meeting room any minute now. Loki thanked him kindly and sat upon one of the chair's in front of your desk as he looked around, observing further smaller details about you. About how you liked to have your working environment; neat, tidy, organised, with a dash of chaos over in the corner on one of your drafting tables, as it overflowed with pages of designs and sketches. His considerable hands, surprisingly, twitched nervously as he held the bottom of the floral bouquet of Hydrangeas that he had assembled for you on the way over.

"Hello you!". Loki stood immediately to see you walking towards him. You looked so warm, so inviting. He pulled a hand from around the flower stems and instantly pulled you into his embrace, as you were seeking that same place.

"Darling. I have missed you". He had felt his heart flip as soon as he heard your tone, then he felt it stop as he saw you. It was only when you both heard a few whistles from a few members of your staff that you came back to the movement and realised that your lips were attached, tasting that taste you were both experiencing withdrawals from. You pulled back from his small pinkened lips that matched the shade of your cheeks, slightly flustered at your whistling team. "For you", he spoke as he handed the bouquet of the mixed pink, purple and blue Hydrangeas to you. His smile widened as he saw you beam and gasp at the floral arrangement.