Mischief - LokixReader

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by Princess_Rosaline

by Princess_Rosaline

"But I have things to do!" Your boyfriend, Loki, complains as you drag him to the Stark home theater.

"Like what?" You ask, still dragging him behind you.

"Like conquering the world!" He yells, mischievously.

"You can do that anyday," you reply.

Yeah, but I can also watch Supernatural with you any day." He whines as you open the door of the home theater.

"Yeah, but you can't can't watch the season premiere of Supernatural anyday."

"Yes you can." He says, sitting in his seat.

"That is an unspeakable crime!" You yell, overdramatic.

"Fine! Just don't kill me!" He replies, mockingly overdramatic. You sit on his lap like it was a normal occurrence. "So what episode are we watching?" He asks, smelling your hair.

"The teddy bear episode!" You yell exited, selecting the episode.

"The what?"

"Teddy bear. You know stuff animal of a bear." He just stares at you questioning. "You never had a teddy bear as a kid?!"

"I never had one of those stuffed animals as a child." He replies plainly.

"That's so sad." You reply, tears in your eyes, as you cuddle his head in your chest. That's when he starts laughing. "You lied!" You yell in realization.

"I'm sorry. I had to." He replies, looking into your eyes. You get off his lap and walk to the other side of the room. "What are you doing? I said sorry!" He yells to you. Ignoring him, you sit down and watch the episode.

He walks over to you and sits down. After five minutes of only Supernatural you absentmindedly lay your head on his lap. That's when he starts playing with your (hair color) hair. Apparently you end up falling asleep.

When you wake up you're curled up on your bed, Loki's arms wrapped around your waist, sound asleep. You grab your phone off the nightstand, checking the time. 1:30 AM. Deciding you wanted to be the mischievous one for once, you elbow your boyfriend in the gut.

"Ow." He quietly whines, still half asleep.

"Get up." You say in his ear, unwrapping yourself from his grip.

"Why?" He asks, now fully awake, but still whining.

"So you can conquer the world." As you reply he looks at you questioning and surprised. "You don't want to be late."

Then he stands up, turns towards you, and bows as he replies mockingly, "Yes, my Queen." Before giving you time to reply, he crawls back into bed, laying his head on your chest, almost instantaneously falling back to sleep.

"Well that went well..."