friday night fire fight - oneshots

l. laufeyson (nsfw)

gold on your fingertips
loki x f!reader
3k words

summary: as a junior time agent for the tva, you're never allowed to be alone with your current case, loki of asgard. when you invite him to your place for a nightcap, neither of you can suffocate the feelings that have grown for one another.

warnings: f!reader, smut, slight religion talk/references, oral (f! receiving), fingering, virgin!reader, age gap, alcohol consumption

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You knew you weren't supposed to, but to whatever god stood above, did you find him attractive.

As an agent of the TVA - well, junior agent in training under your mentor, Mobius - you were not allowed to have any romantic relationships or connections to anyone on the timeline that would sway the way the days and nights turned onwards. You were young, just shy of your twenty-second or third birthday; not that you really kept track. Your job was not to dwell on personal issues and sentiments - it was to catch variants that threatened your Sacred Timeline. Doing anything of the dangerous sort was forbidden; and yet, you couldn't help but find your latest case rather intriguing.

His name was Loki of Asgard, royalty to the 'T' and missing only the golden crown on his head when you had first met him. He was a tricky subject, sure. At first, he had been angry and resistant, but then again, so were all variants when they were first brought into the TVA. Over the weeks that followed, you and Mobius had managed to somewhat tame the raging beast within his heart... and you yourself may have caught that exactly.

You couldn't pretend you didn't notice the lingering glances he spared you when you were sitting close to one another, the way his Atlantic-colored eyes chased your lips when you spoke about something you were passionate about. And in return, there was nothing you could do, no magic spell you could cast upon yourself to keep you from pulling yourself away from him, either. The way his dark, raven tresses fell across his face when he walked with a bit more of a purpose alongside you, how his long, slender fingers worked swiftly and gracefully on paperwork the two of you poured over for hours.

And yet, you were never given the chance to get closer to Loki. Mobius made sure that you were never quite alone with him, far too professional and protective of your naivety to let you be corrupted by the God of Mischief. At the end of the day, you were sent off home, and Loki was placed back in his little 'apartment-like' holding cell in the TVA. You pitied him greatly, unable to sleep without eyes on him and dress without being waited on impatiently.

Which was exactly what led you to sneaking him out of his cell one evening and back to your place for a post-work nightcap.

You bounced a little on the balls of your feet as you waited for the spherical elevator to take you back to your own apartment, glancing at the man beside you every few moments. He was so tall it nearly astounded you. With his hands folded neatly behind his back and a coy, little smile upon his face, he looked like he could have been worshipped as a deity. Which, you supposed, he had been before this.

Loki finally cleared his throat after a few long minutes of quiet and looked down at you. "I'm not quite sure Mobius would approve of this little rendezvous, darling."

You sucked in a small breath and nervously bounced on your feet again. "It's not a rendezvous," you tried to say sternly. Instead, your words came out as if the statement were a question. "We're having a drink after a hard day's work. I think we both deserve it, don't you?"

The smirk upon his thin lips grew and he released a stomach-clenching chuckle. "I do, indeed."

At last, the elevator deposited you to your apartment, a relatively small space issued to TVA agents such as yourself. There wasn't much to show; just a couch and a projector for entertainment, a little bedroom with a bathroom, and a cramped kitchenette in the corner. It wasn't all that, but it was home. With a contented sigh, you pulled your heels off and dropped them by the door, then motioned for Loki to do the same with his shoes. While he complied and carefully hung his Variant jacket on the hook on the wall, you tread to the fridge and pulled out an already-chilled bottle of your favorite from the plain box. Even if he had rejected your offer for a nightcap, you knew you were still going to drink until you couldn't feel your toes.