You couldn't help but steal glaces at Loki, you tried to be sneaky about it, but he already knew you were looking.
To be honest, he didn't mind one bit. He found you much more interesting than the over people on the 'Avengers'.
Steve kept staring at you, begging you to pay attention as he spoke calmly about the next mission that would take place in a few days.
Your mind couldn't help but wonder off, thinking of Loki in a way you defiantly shouldn't be.
He smirks over to you, already knowing what you were thinking.
The things he could tease you with was unbelievable, especially the item of clothing in his pocket, but he didn't want to do it in front of all these 'oafs'.
Shortly after Steve dismissed everyone and you sulked to your room, wanting to be left alone.
You had just sunk into your bed when there was a knock at your door.
You stood up quickly and leaped to the door. Swinging it wide open.
"Oh," your eyes pop wide as Loki stands at your door, leaning against the wall for support, a smug smile slapped on his face.
"May I come in?" He smiles widely, knowing it will only tease you.
"Em.. Eh I-I guess, yeah," you stutter wanting to look away.
As you close the door behind him you put on some music, not wanting it to be an awkward silence.
"Soooo... What's up?" You say sitting beside him on your bed.
"I only wish to ask if you recognise these?" He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow as he dangles your favourite pair of panties between his fingers.
"Ohmygodno- where did you get them!" You nearly screech, grabbing them from his hold.
"You left them in the dryer that tumbles, I merely wanted to return them to their rightful owner." He smirks again.
Your face turns a bright crimson, you turn your head away from him and blink rapidly, trying to decide what to do.
"(Y/N)... When the colour reaches your cheeks, you could not look more beautiful," Loki speaks lowly, turning your head with is hand, so you were facing him.
"Please don't ever touch my panties again..." You say shaking his hand from your face.
Sure you liked him and he was super good looking, but he was bad news, as Clint and Tony kept telling you, like they were your big brothers trying to keep you away from a bad boy who rides a motorcycle.
You hadn't noticed how close Loki was leaning towards you, his breath lightly dancing on your neck. Your breathing instantly hitched.
"What about this moment in time...?" Loki whispers his lips loosely pressed against your jaw line.
"I-I-I," you gush the wind from your lungs out through your mouth.
Loki chuckles against your neck, making it vibrate, his chuckle deepened as you groaned out loud, by accident.
"Your groan is most delightful (Y/N)," He whispers as he trails hot kisses down your neck to your collar bone.
You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly.
He pushes you back on the bed, still kissing you, his hands tracing all over your body, you roll over so your on top and you giggle slightly.
"I do not think so (Y/N)," Loki chuckles darkly as he rolls you both over.
You both instantly hit the floor, groaning a little in pain, before continuing to kiss.
His toung licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You obeyed and part your lips.
His hand pinning your wrists above your head.
He takes the panties you still held in your hands and pocketed them.
"I shall keep these, only until the next time, I defiantly wouldn't want to miss this..." He chuckles kissing your forehead.
He stands up abruptly and hung his hand out to you.
You grab it and he pulls you up "Thank you," you smile, your cheeks going bright crimson again.
"The pleasure is all mine, my lady (Y/N),"
Your smike turns into a grin as you lean forward for another kiss.
As the night went on, your lips hardly left each others.
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I kinda like this one but meh, opinions?
Hope y'all enjoyed :)
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FanfictionThis is my first imagines book, some chapters are sad, some happy and some are everything in between. Please enjoy. REQUESTS ARE; {•} OPEN {} CLOSED I do not own any of the superhero characters mentioned in this book besides that of my own creation...