"Shall we venture out in about 30 minutes?" you inquire of Loki while standing in the cozy kitchen, the soft hum of the refrigerator providing a gentle background soundtrack. He remains seated at the dinner table, an air of quiet contemplation about him.
"As you wish," Loki responds, his tone holding a hint of intrigue. He rises gracefully from his chair, heading toward his room with the intention, it seems, of changing his attire. You, too, decide to prepare for the excursion, aware of the chill that awaits beyond the walls of your temporary haven.
Stepping into your own room, you're met with the awareness of the cold that lingers outside, despite the radiant sunshine that barely takes the edge off the frigid air. You carefully select a warm, knitted turtleneck that promises to shield you from the biting cold, paired with your favorite jeans cinched by a sturdy belt. Draping a coat over your shoulders, you slip into comfortable shoes and grab a bag that has become a constant companion by your side.
Exiting your room, you're pleasantly surprised to find Loki already waiting for you by the elevator, his enigmatic presence filling the hallway. You hurry to join him, the elevator's vibrations underfoot offering a subtle reminder of the technology that powers this extraordinary world.
The ride down is quiet, with only the faint mechanical hum accompanying your descent. Finally, as the elevator doors open, you step into the well-lit, sleek garage.
You gracefully approach your car, which had been parked earlier with meticulous precision. "Please, take the passenger seat," you gently suggest to Loki, the command masked in soft tones. Settling into the driver's seat, you carefully place your bag on the seat behind you, preparing for the journey ahead. Loki obediently takes the passenger seat, his presence a stark contrast to the vehicle's interior.
"Are you familiar with fastening the seatbelt?" you inquire, moments after securing your own. His raised eyebrow indicates his uncertainty, prompting you to provide a clear demonstration. Patiently, you guide him through the process, ensuring he's safely strapped in.
However, as you watch Loki in the confined space, you notice his discomfort. The car's seat appears too small to accommodate his frame comfortably. Without explanation, you exit the car, leaving Loki slightly bewildered by your sudden departure. You make your way to his side and adjust the seat, granting him the much-needed extra room. Relief washes over Loki's features as he settles more comfortably into the newly arranged space.
Returning to your seat, you start the engine, and the car begins to warm up, the gentle hum of the heater filling the cabin. Pulling out of the garage, you emerge into the radiant sunlight, marking your long-awaited exit into the open world. The road ahead is clear, free from the grip of snow, ensuring a smooth and pleasant ride.
Choosing to forego music, uncertain of Loki's preferences, you embark on a half-hour journey. The ride is serene, a peaceful silence enveloping the car without a hint of awkwardness. Loki appears to relish the experience, his eyes wandering, taking in the snowy vistas of New York through the window.
Upon reaching the mall, you expertly park the car, bringing this newfound adventure one step closer to its destination.
After parking the car at the mall, Loki and you stepped into a high-end clothing store. The air inside was filled with the scent of fresh fabrics, and soft jazz music played in the background. Rows of meticulously crafted garments hung on racks, each piece a testament to quality and craftsmanship.
Considering your plans to go out more, you decided it was high time for Loki to have a wardrobe makeover. Together, you browsed the racks, your fingers grazing across exquisite fabrics and stylish designs. Loki, despite his aloof demeanor, seemed genuinely interested in the selection process. He occasionally offered his thoughts on colors and styles, his keen eye evident in his choices.
Selecting clothes for Loki was a bit of a challenge due to his impressive height, but the store's helpful assistant guided you in finding pieces that not only fit his stature but also oozed sophistication. The materials were carefully examined, ensuring they met your exacting standards. Loki soon found himself adorned in attire that befitted his newfound freedom.
Leaving the clothing store behind, you ventured into a decoration store. The scent of polished wood and the sight of ornate furnishings greeted you. You meandered through aisles of plush blankets and plump pillows, imagining how these additions would enhance the comfort of your apartment.
Surprisingly, Loki began to share his preferences as well, his input helping you select items that resonated with both your styles. While quiet still prevailed between you, there was a subtle sense of cooperation, a connection that grew with each choice you made together.
Exiting the store with a newfound sense of accomplishment, you both felt a bit more at ease in each other's presence. The notion of home improvement had brought a spark of unity.
With your shopping bags in tow, you decided it was time to sate your hunger. A small, classic Italian restaurant within the mall beckoned you with the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces. You and Loki took a seat, menus in hand, and both opted for pasta dishes. The clinking of silverware and the murmur of other patrons filled the air as you enjoyed your meal.
As the plates were cleared, you shared a quiet moment of satisfaction. The meal had been delicious, and the silence between you had become a comfortable companion. No longer was it filled with tension, but rather a shared understanding.
Before concluding your mall excursion, you made one final stop at a flower shop. Here, vibrant blossoms filled the air with their sweet fragrance. You carefully selected an assortment of flowers, envisioning how they would breathe life into your apartment.
With bags filled and your arms cradling the fragrant bouquet, you and Loki made your way back to the parking garage. Loki, ever the gentleman, insisted on carrying the shopping bags, leaving you with the bouquet of flowers to hold close.
Arriving at the car, you meticulously packed everything into the back, ensuring nothing was damaged in transit. The trunk filled with your day's acquisitions, you settled into the driver's seat. Loki, looking at ease, occupied the passenger seat.
With the engine purring to life, you drove out of the mall's parking garage and back into the bustling streets of New York. The day had brought about a subtle change, an unspoken bond formed through the simple act of shopping and sharing a meal.
As you and Loki drove back to the Stark Tower with bags full of newly acquired items, a comfortable silence settled between you. However, it wasn't long before you decided to break the quietude with a small talk.
"You know," you began, glancing over at Loki, "today was quite a departure from our usual routine. I hope you found it somewhat enjoyable."
Loki, seemingly lost in thought, looked out the window for a moment before responding, "It was... different, I suppose. Shopping and dining, not exactly my usual activities."
You nodded in understanding. "I can imagine it's quite an adjustment. But sometimes, it's good to step out of your comfort zone, even if just a little."
Loki offered a faint smile, a rare sight. "Indeed. And I must admit, it was... interesting."
As you pulled into the Stark Tower's garage, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. You had not only acquired new items for your home but also managed to share a day of experiences with Loki, however unconventional they might have been.
With the bags of purchases in tow, you both made your way to your apartment, ready to transform it into a more comfortable and inviting space. While the day's activities were far from ordinary, they had brought you closer to the enigmatic Asgardian, forging a connection that held the promise of future interactions beyond the walls of the Stark Tower.
YOU ARE READING
Loki x Reader
Fanfiction[Smut] It's winter season. Most of New York is covered in snow. You thought spending some time alone, but that was not what Loki intended to do with your time.
