Loki One Shots

Dreams

Freya woke up with an oomph as she landed on the floor from rolling off her bed. With the past week she was having, she wasn't surprised. With a frustrated growl, she got up from the floor and rubbed her sore butt. She thought she heard laughter, but it sounded more like in her head than from another person. She was alone in her room, thankfully. After the erotic dream she just had, she would have died of embarrassment if it were real and not a dream. The dream was so vivid, she looked around the room to make sure she truly was alone.

Damn that God of Mischief. Loki arrived at the Avenger tower with Thor just last week right about the time her dreams started. When she first laid eyes on him, she felt a warm sensation throughout her body. When they made eye contact, she forgot how to breathe. His green eyes caressed her as he looked her over from top to bottom but then the rest of the team surrounded them, so he was engulfed in the crowd. Being so short, she lost sight of him.

Occasionally throughout the day, she would catch him staring at her but he never said a word to her, so she chalked it up to she wasn't his type. Damn shame though. He really was hot. Literally tall, dark and handsome. Of course, the first night he was here, she had her first dream of him. He cornered her in the kitchen when she got up to get a drink of water. It was late in the evening and they were alone. He was sitting in the dark watching her when suddenly, he just grabbed her and kissed her. Of course it got hot and steamy with them having sex on the kitchen counter. When she woke up, she had to take a cold shower. The dreams started becoming more erotic and vivid as the days progressed. Tonight, they were rolling around on her bed and that's how she figured she ended up on the floor.

Looking at the clock, it was 2am. Everyone was probably asleep so she figured it would be safe to go get a drink of water. No way was she going back to sleep again. A walk to the kitchen should calm her raging hormones. Quietly she went to the elevator and pushed the third floor button.

Living in the tower for over a year, she knew her way around without needing to turn on the lights. She could use her magic to light up the way if needed. Freya opened the cabinet and reached for a glass.

"You're up late," a voice came from the dark, startling her as she dropped the glass but instead of it crashing to the floor, it just hovered in the air. Freya used her magic to turn on the lights and saw Loki standing in front of her. She couldn't hold back her gasp. He was wearing lounge pants that hung loosely on his waist and a tight t shirt outlining his muscular chest, exactly the outfit he was wearing in her first dream. She tried not to stare but it was hard. He sent her a smile as he plucked the glass from the air and put it on the counter. "Trouble sleeping?" he asked as he walked past her, towards the table and sat down. His voice held a note of laughter.

Freya couldn't find her voice. She thought back to the dream. They were in the kitchen together, just like now. If he got up and cornered her like in her dream, she might just die. She purposefully blocked her thoughts since she knew he could read minds. He didn't need to know the dreams she'd been having of him. Especially the one she just had. She couldn't even look him in the eye. "Yeah," she mumbled as she turned on the faucet, filling the glass.

Loki watched her as she took a drink. He'd been avoiding her for the past week, but he had been visiting her at night, in her dreams. The things he would make her do and she was so willing. He couldn't wait to make them a reality. He tried different scenarios to see what she liked and what she didn't. It seems in her dreams; she was extremely compliant. He tried to hide his smile when she turned towards him. He knew what she was thinking before she blocked him. He thought the same thing when he saw her walk in.

Again he was just sitting there, staring at her, practically undressing her with his eyes. She finished her drink in one shot. Freya put her glass in the dishwasher. "Well, good night," she said as she turned towards the door somewhat disappointed, he didn't corner her. As she walked down the hallway, she thought she heard him say "Sweet dreams." She practically ran back to her room and shut the door. Refusing to go back to sleep, she conjured a book and stayed up the rest of the night reading.