It was set in the fine threads of Yggdrasil, that they were never to be with one another, or the world as they know would cease to exist. Loki's tired of it. He wants this more than anything. But will you give up your safety net? Could you risk it a...
Aviation sucks. You thought airports were bad? The on-flight food was worse. The bathrooms were obnoxiously tiny, and the leg space. Regret seeped into your skin faster than you would have liked. At least you had Loki by your side.
Wrong.
The god was dead asleep in the seat. Maybe the book was about learning to sleep well. The aisle was silent, and choosing the window seat was probably unideal for a bathroom emergency. You can hold it. Just a wee bit longer.
You held Loki's hand in yours, squeezing it at every shake of the turbulence. Knowing most of Loki's life at the TVA really made him make sense. All those years. It changed him.
Your bladder was sure to explode if you wouldn't leave to get to the bathroom right now. And this motherfucker was in your way. As charming as he could be, you wouldn't want him covered in your piss.
"Loki," you shake him awake, and he moves his legs to give you room to move; it doesn't help much, but you manage to make it to the aisle.
Staring at your reflection in the mirror wasn't on your checklist when you were headed to the bathroom. You stared at yourself, watching your eyes watch you. Maybe this universe wasn't the one. Maybe going to Reykjavík was stupid. Your thoughts were getting to you. Walking across the dimly lit aisle of the plane, your brain would not stop insulting you.
An aged whiskey would hit the spot.
Loki didn't move when you got back to your seat. No matter what you did- talk, push, or shove as discreetly as you could- he was stationary.
So naturally, the only place you could sit on, was his lap.
He mutters something under his breath, probably a list of curses. As you turn to move to your window seat, his hands hold your hips in place, forcing you into this position you put yourself into. You tried to wiggle your way out, but that just got Loki smirking and his grip on you tighter. Perhaps, a few kisses would help enlighten him on your need to move. With a grind of your hips into his, you began your devious plan
He allowed you enough to turn your body halfway around, so you could wrap your arms around his neck, and before he knew it, Loki was getting a hickey. It took him everything not to make a sound, and he thanked the nines that half the plane was empty.
Loki would be lying if she said her face wasn't flushed at that moment. Your body pressed into hers, and the possibility of getting caught by someone- she wouldn't be shocked to find the seat wet if she stood up. Her pants sure as hell were. She picked you up from your seat on her lap and placed you in the seat of the plane. Her mind was abruptly plagued by impending doom.
Her mind wandered back to the memories she had seen in your apartment back in the TVA. How happy you were, and now. You're so anxious and jittery, was she the one who made you this way? The way your grin could almost show your happiness in the one picture of you and Natasha she had seen sent her heart into a thumping fit.
"You've met the widow?" She questioned, turning her head to examine your reaction.
"Who's the widow?" you jested, smirking at the frown plastered on her face.
"Romanoff," she scoffed, and you simply pretended to be clueless.
"Natasha Romanoff?" she huffs, and you can tell she's losing her patience.
"Natty dear? Oh yes! We met a few years ago when I was still working for He Who Remains," you smirked, placing your finger over her lips to instil calm, "I fucked her boss when we worked together and she got mad, it was hilarious."
"Why'd you fuck everyone you meet, it still confuses me," she sighs, "Was it some way to cope? It doesn't have to be that way, you know."
Her look of pity for you was pathetic. She slipped her hand in yours, attempting to provide you some sort of solace to the statement she had just made.
"Don't look at me like that," you pulled your hand away, forcing your body into the already confined corner, "I fucking hate myself enough."
"Love, I didn't mean it in that sense-"
"I know you didn't, Loki," you let out a deep breath, "I didn't have much back at the TVA. Sure, I had the respect of my subordinates, but the job wasn't exciting. It was just a 'get-it-done' kinda thing. When I was told to detonate a timeline, I spoke about it to a good friend. An egoistic bastard, actually. He sorta convinced me to do whatever I liked. If the branch was gone, what would happen if I wanted a bit of an adrenaline rush? I don't know what compelled me to listen. It made things easier when friends betrayed, and enemies stabbed harder. It was helping. Until you came back."
"I hope you can see now, that there's more thrill to life than sex and avoidance." Again, stop the fucking comfort, Lokes. You're strong. You don't need anyone to tell you that.
"I can't wait until we land," she states, peering out the window by your side, "I can't wait for us to explore together."
"Oh, we are definitely getting a bunch of cringe t-shirts on the way out of the airport."
You loved hearing her laugh. It was definitely one of the most heavenly sounds the universe could produce. She was the one who understood you, despite your short meetings on Asgard. She was the one who would whisper mocks and insults, in a way that would surely make you crack up. She kept you on your heels, her smile, wit, and hint of mischief bringing light to your dim perspective on the world. You would give anything for this woman, despite how much she pushed you away. You were going to try to be better, for her. For who is most deserving of the world, if not Loki, the queen of your heart.
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IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH HIM, NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!11!!!!!1!!!!1!!!
