Till the end of time | Loki x Fem!Reader

14. Peace.

"There is no way you're going to get me to wear that!!" you huff, smiling as she holds up a stupid shirt. You definitely would have worn it, if only Loki hadn't been the one to show it to you. It said 'nuts and bolts' in large bold letters, with smaller text under it saying 'hardware store? Or one night stand?'.

It irked you; watching her grin grow after you grew grumpy, but you continued to tour around the little shop in the airport. It was filled with loads of trinkets and silly clothing. After all, it was meant to be a satirical store. "I told you I'd get you one," she scoffed.

"Where do you want to go first?" You scan your eyes over a map you find hung on display.

"We've come here to see only one place," she walked closer, towering above you, "Although, I don't mind taking you out for a drink. Maybe yours would taste delicious."

Loki's voice sent shivers under your skin, and you tried in unfruitful efforts to hide your flushed face.

"Take me to dinner first," you teased, heading out the door to the rent-a-bike stand.

\-/

The icy cool weather and green fauna were definitely the kind of calm you needed. The blaring squeals of birds hung aloof in the air and the wind grazed your skin and Loki hugged you tight from behind. To say he was surprised that you could drive a Ducati was an understatement. His jaw hung open as he watched you run a figure eight at the airport parking.

You hadn't a worry in the world with magic at your fingertips. You smiled, making your way to Gljufrabui, as Loki played with the buckle of your belt, fiddling with it for enjoyment as he rested his head on your back. You wished you could have seen him, watching his hair fly in the breeze.

The temperature started to drop as you neared the falls, keeping your eye out for any signposts nearby. Finding the parking then was relatively easy, and once you stopped, Loki used his magic to cover you both in trekking wear in a glimmer of green.

His hair was slicked back, hanging in loose waves behind his ear, and his eyes had a bit of kohl around them. His all-black outfit seemed to catch eyes, contrasting your aubergine colours. You couldn't help but stare at him, as you noticed your body suit had several pockets, from the bust till the calves, and you were more than grateful.

"Darling, you look ravishing," he spoke, his voice smooth with a hint of a growl.

"Can't say you look the same," you teased. Loki's mouth pouted with a teary look on his face. He flicked his hand once more, sending a shimmer across your outfit, turning it into a clown suit.

That fucker dared to smirk! Dressing you in an array of reds and yellows, he completed the look by placing a red ball on your nose. He managed to summon a mirror, flashing it in front of your face.

"My ass looks great in this," you jested, knowing he would change it back. He would, right? He had to!

"Your ass always looks great, darling," he cooed, "but I'm sure there are far more people here who would readily compliment me, unlike the likes of you."

"Oh, Loki! Forgive my ignorance, for I would love to state how eloquently dressed you are! Why, I might even suck your cock in front of an audience!"

He snorted, his grin widening, and his laughter erupting from his belly. It was a while since he genuinely laughed, and your heart was leaping inside your rib cage. You'd never get tired of his smile; his laugh; his happiness meant the world to you.

Hopefully, there would be no avalanche today, or you would be sure to say you were cursed to be crestfallen.

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