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

Alone Time

(A/N: random interval in time, way before your home was destroyed by occultists, but after the initial start of you and Loki 'dating')

Bored.

That was the main word that described the God of Mischief right now. And how did you know?

Because he looked completely out of it. He had read every single book, all of the Japanese Manga, and even the small array of cookbooks you had. And it only took him a good week, when he was taking his time!

Finding him laid out on a blanket in the backyard, you studied him for a moment. He was wearing a snugly fitting button up black shirt, black pants, and green socks at the moment, his hair being held up in a bun with a bright green scrunchie you had lent him. Eyes closed, with a new pair of headphones over his ears, Loki looked peaceful.

And he was managing to pull off this look so, so well. Another description detail that fits into why he was a God.

But you wanted to do something for him. Going over to a shelf in the living room, you took out a few pieces of paper from a notebook, writing questions in them. Afterwards, you made them into paper airplanes, and carried them back to the sliding door.

Sitting crosslegged on the floor, you gingerly opened the door and tried not to make noise, even if he couldn't hear you.

And then, one by one, you began to throw the airplanes in his direction.

One landed further away than you wanted.

Another got close, but ultimately not close enough.

One did an aerial backflip and crash landed at your feet.

And then, one hit him square in the cheek.

You've never seen him look in your direction so quickly with annoyance. It startled you and you scooted out of sight in a messy scramble, giggling childishly.

You gave it a second before you leaned over to look back outside, before seeing that he was nowhere in sight.

Blinking, you sat back for a moment, only to let out a squeal of surprise as a pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you into an embrace, effectively trapping you.

"And just what were you trying to accomplish, my kitten?"

You shivered as his lips brushed against your ear lobe, his voice soft but obviously still annoyed.

Smiling innocently, you leaned back against him
"Well, I was trying to figure out a way to help you not be so bored. I mean, I know you're enjoying the peace but I feel like you're pent up. Especially since I can tell that you're annoyed with me."

"I would never be annoyed with you, my dear."

"You say that, but I can hear it." You tell him, reaching up and gently flicking his neck, and earning a growl instantly. "Well, what you just did felt rather annoying indeed... Let's see how you feel if the gesture is returned."

Expecting him to flick you, you close your eyes. But instead, you're shivering deeply with a gasp escaping your lips as a pair of cold lips makes contact with the skin of your neck instead.

Your eyes shoot open for a second before they become half lidded, your face on fire as he's leaving a trail of kisses along your throat. "L-Loki, what are you..." As you feel his teeth lightly across the most sensitive spot on your neck, you let out a soft whimper.

And as soon as you do, Loki's immediately attacking the spot.

His cold tongue presses against your skin gently before making circular motions against it, trailing the tip of his tongue against the pulse in your neck that's become more obvious.