In-between Love Sweat And Tears (Loki Short Stories And One Shots)

Movie Night

You were humming along to your music as you were washing the dishes after lunch, not thinking about anything in particular as your hips rocked in tune with the beat. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and you noticed the dark blue skin tone as you looked down for a second. Smiling, you kept humming to your music as you washed the dishes, before you were distracted this time by a pair of fingers tilting your head back. Your (e/c) eyes were met with deep red ones staring back lovingly, followed by a pair of lips dancing against your own.
Your humming trails off as you start to become lost in the kiss Loki's giving you, your body resting back against his as you rest a hand on his arm still around you. It doesn't take long before his lips move away from yours and make their way down your neck. Eyes closed, you enjoy the feeling he's giving you, as your hand moves up to rest on his cheek softly, but you're trying to resist. "L.. Loki I should finish up the dishes.. You do this every time I'm working on something." "Oh? But my dear, when you aren't working on me, I get so very lonely." You shiver as he kisses your neck more, your hand sliding into his soft hair. "B... But you know I'm not going to take that long.. S-So.. so I need you to find something to do while you're waiting..." He sighs heavily against your neck, before you're feeling his hands undoing the strings to your apron. "I suppose I'll find something entertaining to do. Oh, it seems that I already have." He teases, and you squeeze his arm. "H-Hold on, Loki." "The hand you have in my hair is giving me a different response, you know." Your cheeks are red as you realize that you're indeed caressing your fingers through his hair. "B-but I'm serious, Loki... Listen to me." Your hand touches one of his horns that's protruding from his forehead, and you feel him shiver as he groans quietly.
Blinking, you carefully run your hand along the length of his horn to test his reaction. Loki shivers deeply as your fingers dance at the top, his groaning becoming more powerful before he's starting to bend you over the sink. "L-Loki, you aren't listening.." You shiver as he growls against your neck, and you feel the tingling sensation he can always give you coming in fully. "You're the one grabbing my horn. You know how sensitive-" You squeeze the top of his horn, emitting a deep groan from him. "L-Love, you're getting yourself into this trouble." "W-Well, you aren't listening to me so it's either punishing you, or banning you upstairs while I find more things to do."
You gently pull on his horn, stroking it slowly and softly. As Loki groans more and loses his focus, his kisses become slightly rougher against your neck until he's beginning to leave a love mark. "L-Loki, this... Is the opposite of what I want you to do." "You're getting your flirtatious advances and commands crossed, my dear." You swallow shyly. "W-Well, I don't want to accidentally yell at you to go sit down.. and your tongue is.. N-No, I mean you're making me..." You moan shyly as Loki has undone your apron completely, his hands under your shirt and massaging your breasts.
You let go of his horn to steady yourself against the counter, cheeks burning red before you grab his arms tightly, fighting your own urges. "O-Okay, I'm punishing you by banning you, Prince of Mischief. Upstairs, now." You say as seriously as you can, but keep your gaze on the bubbles in the dishwasher so you don't lose yourself to him so easily. "It only works if you look at me directly, my dear." He growls lowly, kissing the hickey he's already left on you. "N-No. If you don't go upstairs now I'm also not letting you have the last chocolate fudge pop tart like you wanted."
He made a disgruntled noise, before you feel his arms move away from you slowly. "Darling..." "No, I'm going to eat it myself if you don't listen." You hear him huff in irritation, and listen as his footsteps fade away as he heads upstairs.
You cover your face and breathe shakily once he closes the door to your room upstairs, trying not to fall to your knees. "Oh my fucking God... I actually won this time." You mumble, trying to calm your heart. He almost got you again, and damn was it hard to resist.
You looked at the dishes, staring for a second before becoming upset. "Fuck..!" Grabbing the last pop tart pack out of the cabinet, you find yourself heading upstairs quickly before you slam your door open.
Loki is still in his true form as he looks over from a book he's about to read, and stares at you with a bit of shock. "Y/N..?-" "Don't you rub this in my face later on, Loki. And I've got your pop tart."