"Please, Loki. Just one night."
"It is not very appealing to be with you the whole night, Stark." Loki glared. He crossed his arms. Tony was pouting.
"C'mon, Reindeer Games! You'll find it the most pleasurable night of your life. I'm just asking for one night."
"It takes a lot to pleasure me. What's makes you think you can fulfill my desires, Stark?"
Tony wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I have my ways to make everyone feel pleasured. It comes with the facial hair. Just one night. "
And everyone except Tony and Loki burst out laughing.
"Guys, you have to stop," Nat said. She was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
"What?" Loki asked, looking so innocent that they started laughing even more.
"In a way that you and Tony will- you know-" Clint said. He made hand gestures hitting each other. Stark choked.
"Oh my god, people! Dirty!" He cried.
"You two were talking that way." Bruce smiled crookedly. "How else were we supposed to think?"
"What way? Someone better explain this or I will wring your puny necks!"
"Hint-" Clint said. "Toki."
Tony cringed. "I'd prefer FrostIron."
Steve's jaw dropped. "Those-those are fondue names!"
Loki growled. "How are you all literate?"
(Y/n) rolled her eyes at his obliviousness. "A couple more hints for you then. One night; pleasure; Tony and you. Crack the code, Fibonacci."
Loki frowned for a few seconds, until his expression turned horrified. "Oh..."
He hung his head.
The Avengers laughed. Wanda offered him some reconciliatory popcorn, which he accepted gratefully.
"Well, I still do not wish to partake in this night you call movie night." He responded curtly.
"We're already in the theatre, Loki," Nat said. "Might as well take a breather."
The newly installed theatre room was magnificent. It was the first night the Avengers gathered together to watch a movie since its opening.
A large screen with Tony's customized sound system and DVD players were lined against one wall.
Four large dark red couches- one each of which was big enough to accommodate five people, faced the screen.
And everyone's personal favorite was the back corner of the room, lit with subtle lighting - The Snack Corner.
A Popcorn machine, shelves filled with chocolates, biscuits, and various types of candy were stocked to the brim.
Plus Clint's branded pizza bagels, Thor's pop-tarts, and Bruce's peanut butter and Nutella bottles were neatly stacked in the mini-refrigerator.
A complimentary bar tended by Dum-E, the bot, was Tony's medication.
Everyone except Thor and Steve were there, waiting for the movie to start.
"Oh, come on! Even Natasha is willing to watch one." Clint pleaded with puppy dog eyes, which Loki wanted to just slap off his face.
"I'm not in the mood either. I'm going to go read." (Y/n) interrupted with a frown, and Bruce and Tasha glared at her.
"Since when did you not want to watch a movie, Miss 'Oh, I've binge-watched the entire Quantico seasons in two days'?" The assassin snapped.
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Taking Care Of The Avengers (Loki x Reader) (under edit)
FanfictionA continuous story told through separate and funny one-shots with you and the Avengers. (Loki x reader) Read if you want a safe haven from Infinity War and Endgame. Trust me, you'll love it. You have to read from the beginning to understand a few r...
