POV: Second
Ship: Loki x Reader
Type: Fluff + Angst
Wordcount: 7,082
Song: Slut (Taylor's Version) [From the Vault] by Taylor Swift
TW: There is a lot of insecurity kinda going on with the reader, and also some alcohol usage that probably isn't healthy but it's not that bad.
Synopsis: You see Loki at a pool party and can't get him out of your head. More meetings happen. Insecurity happens. And then, finally, confessions happen!
A/N: Okay so I don't know why there are way too many parties in this fic but idc because it works out for what I was going for. Enjoy this, and sorry for not being as active life really is crazy and it's abt to be tech week. My theatre people, you get me.
Also, the reader turned out to be more fem this time, sorry, it just worked out that way. Not too many mentions of gender though.
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Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard
The first time you saw him in-person was at a pool party you and your dad had been invited to. You were the child of a prominent businessman who had several connections with other rich businessmen. Which, given the nature of these men, meant that you had to attend a lot of parties.
It wasn't the type of party you were used to attending, because it usually consisted of a bunch of people drinking, crappy music, and people dancing right up on each other. This party was toned back, with the guest list significantly reduced. This was due to the fact that the party was a celebration for a business deal between your father and the billionaire Tony Stark.
Since it was a more private affair, you felt like there was a lot more attention on you. The Avengers were there, which still put you to awe, even if you had seen them at several parties. This time, however, some of them actually came up to talk to you.
You froze up as The Black Widow approached you, unsure of what to do or say. "Cute swimsuit."
She just complimented you. The Black Widow just complimented you. How were you supposed to process that?!
"Uhm- thank you!" You said, looking down at your flamingo-pink swimsuit. It was flattering on you, but it made you feel exposed. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to get a new swimsuit before the party, and it was the only one that still fit you. "Do you really think so?"
She nodded, sitting down in a lounge next to you. "Of course." She offered you a drink, and her smile felt refreshing.
You took the drink, thanking her. You made introductions, and began to talk.
"What's it like being an Avenger?" You asked, and then immediately felt repulsed that you would ask her a question she probably had to answer hundreds of times. "Sorry-I'm sure everyone asks you that-"
She waved her free hand. "Don't worry about it, it's okay to be curious." She paused to take a sip of her drink. "Honestly? It's hard sometimes, with everyone always on your back. Everyone expects you to be perfect."
I nodded. "I get the feeling. Not that I have that level of pressure, of course, but I still feel like I'm supposed to be perfect all the time. This one time, when I was eight, I stole a chocolate egg. I knew it was wrong, and my dad caught me and made me return it, but the media was on me for weeks. 'Eight-year-old criminal executes heist despite being rich.' I don't get it. I was eight, and made a mistake. Shit happens, you know?"
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RomanceShort stories of the God of mischief. Whatever I feel like writing, so some will have multiple parts I will do: -Stories of solely Loki (Growing up, etc...) -Loki x reader (Different reader types [ex. Female, Male, disorders, etc...]) -Loki x OC -Lo...