Chronicles Of A Mischief Maker II

Look At Me (Dom!Loki)

M4A

[Eye contact][Groping][Non-genedered fingering][Commands][Former hook up][Penetration]

Watching Steve's body go flying through the window I can only run my hands down my face "Oh, C'mon Steve..." I trailed with a whine and a groan. The news has been streaming this fight in particular for a while now, its a rock elemental raising absolute hell in the alps. I'd been fighting it off for a few hours when he knocked me out, last I saw he was lacing his finger snad bringing them down upon my head. I woke up here with Dr. Faiza Hussain standing beside me with a knowing look. Its about 2... I curse at the TV time, 3:46 AM. The guys had been fighting for a bit now, I tried my best but he was particular and... Admittedly I'm not that strong, I just happened to be there, still learning my own strength and powers.

Watching them was making me only feel worse, like I was letting my Dad down or something and now they have to deal with my mistake. I winced again, Steve poked his head out a second before the elemental threw a rock at him "Norns" I hear the scraggly-voiced mischief-maker behind me. "You're still watching that?" he asked, I waved him off, not tearing my eyes from the screen "The better question is they're still fighting that, and yes, they are, so I am," I can hear how tired I am. 

He sighs, voice dripping in annoyance as he walked around, spotting my banged-up self "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, lazily holding an empty tea cup. I only pointed at the screen "That bastard... remember how I was in Oregon for training? He popped up while I was there, wrecked my shit," I said with a flinch as Hulk was slapped down by the elemental.  Loki looked back and forth between the TV and me "Ah," he said as if something became clear to him. He stepped forward placing himself between me and the TV "Okay, c'mon, bedtime," he said, holding out his hand. His eyes are half open, I can only shake my head "No, I got plenty of sleep when he knocked me out,"  I yelped at the end seeing Tony stagger back. 

He looked back at the screen, it was Steve, Hulk, and Tony on the scene "Wheres Thor?" he asked, sitting beside me on the couch. I sighed "He's at New Asgard, apparently they have something that'll make him turn back into rocks... He's taking a while though" I admitted. Loki only rolled his eyes "He forgot where the Armory is again I guarantee it," he said, holding his hand out "Let me see your phone," he said.  I pulled it out of my pocket, slapping it in his hand "Careful he answers while flying and its loud," I warned before groaning as the military rolled up "Guys, stop it!" they've tried to help several times and keep getting their tanks thrown across the damn state! 

Loki taps at my phone "Its fine, he's got it," he said then leaned back, away from me "I'm just going through your phone," he admits. I snap my head over "Hey!" I reached over but he held it out of my reach, scrolling through god knows what "I don't think Thor's getting the idea with these pictures, he's just giving you his opinion," he said. I glared, crawling over him "I asked his opinion, trying to get more confident," I said, snatching the phone out of his hand before he sees the rest of the message thread. He only smiles at me, sitting upright while I straddle his lap "Why does he get to see such beautiful pictures?" he asked. 

I crossed my arms "Because he bothered to get a phone and learn how to use it, and he didn't call it an idiot box and chuck it into the ocean." I said. He hummed and tugged on the front of my shirt "I'd rather see the subject in person," he said, attempting to peek down the front. I pulled it back and went  to turn when he took my jaw in his head, turning me to him "I mean it," he said. His other hand rested on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze "Loki," I warned, looking around for others, this was still a military base.

He laughs and eyes me up and down "Its ridiculously early, no ones going to come in," he coaxed, moving his hand to my inner thigh. His fingertips touch my sensitive flesh, I let out a gasp and reach for his shoulders out of habit. I bit my lips together "Come now... You act like I've never had you before" he whispered, sitting up so his face is in my chest "We were drunk that time," my argument is weak as his hand moves in and up. He hums "I always feel a little drunk when you're around," he says before his hand makes contact with his goal.