CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
KETTI FINALLY DOES SOMETHING
PRODUCTIVE FOR ONCE
IN HER FUCKING LIFE
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KETTI WAS SURPRISED TO FIND LOKI IN HER KITCHEN THE NEXT MORNING, LEANING AGAINST THE COUNTER CASUALLY.
He was so effortless in everything that he did. He had to charm himself to look that good, right?
Ketti was hungover with bags under her eyes, messy hair, an oversized shirt and Elmo pajama pants, but fucking Loki looked like...
Well, a fucking god.
(Wow, you want a gold star for pointing out the fucking obvious?)
She supposed that made sense.
"Hello, darling," he greeted her casually, as if it was fucking normal for him to be in her apartment. Did he even sleep? "You look horrendous, I'm not sure how you keep landing these men."
"That's so rude," Ketti muttered, opening the fridge for something, then grimacing as her stomach churned.
Before either of them could say anything else, there was a knock at the door, and Loki rolled his eyes dramatically before sighing and looking down at a mug of tea.
Where'd he even get that? It wasn't one of her mugs.
Ketti blinked, dismissing the thought and walked to the front door, opening it slowly. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Wade.
"You're here."
"Hi, kitty."
They spoke at the same time and Ketti crossed her arms, unsure. It had been weeks since they'd seen each other. She forgot how much she liked the sound of his voice.
"Hi."
Wade smiled softly at her greeting, his Deadpool suit on, mask up on his head, revealing his face.
She liked that he still wanted her to see it. She liked his face so much.
(This old mug? Baby, please, you're flattering me.)
"This is fucking awkward."
Ketti nodded, letting out a breathless laugh.
"Oh, for my own sake, go speak with him," Loki voiced from behind her, pushing her into Wade's arms and closing the door.
Wade blinked. "Was that Loki?"
"Yeah," Ketti nodded. "Long story."
(It's really not.)
"Oh," Wade laughed nervously.
She hated how awkward it was between them. What used to be effortless, witty banter laced with attraction was now awkward and stale and dry.
Even Wade "the fucking mercenary with a mouth" Wilson couldn't save this conversation.
"So, it's been awhile," Wade settled on. "Logan said you called him."
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BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine
Fanfiction❝︎︎ABORT! she's kinkier than me and i don't have the budget for that ❞︎︎ ❝︎︎told you, you couldn't land her ❞︎︎ ────── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, she is absolutely not interested but god, wolverine's arms kill her. (she likes me too, she won't admit it) 【︎︎...
