Imagine Loki

Training

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Literally my creative process (picture). My pants are too freaking tight and I feel like death. Anyways, let's get to the story.
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Slinging a towel over your shoulder, you walked into the combat training room. You were supposed to work on some hand-to-hand combat with your partner, Steve, but he had called to tell you that he'd gotten sick. You were 90% sure that that wasn't the case and that he had found a lead on Bucky, but you let it slide. Now you were looking for anyone to train with. When you walked in, the only other person in the room was currently throwing knives at one of the mannequins. "Hey, Lokes, whatcha working on there?" You asked, stepping up behind him.

"Oh for the love of-" Loki said, dropping the knife that was in his hand. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"And here I was thinking that the god couldn't be startled," you joked. "Anyways, think you could step away from the knives for a bit and help me out?"

"And what? Be your punching bag for a while?" Loki asked, a brow raised. "I'm going to have to pass, (y/n). There are plenty of actual punching bags around here."

"Aw, come on, Loki. Please? I'll even go easy on you," you said, trying to push his buttons now. As you watched his eyes narrow, you could tell it was working.

"Go easy on me? If anything I would have to go easy on you," he replied.

"Sure you would, Trickster. Keep on believing that," you laughed, pulling your (h/c) hair up into a ponytail. "We gonna train or not?"

"It's on, mortal," he said, a dangerous yet playful glint in his green eyes.

"Oo, we're playing that card now, are we?" You laughed, walking over to one of the mats. You stretched out a bit, feeling Loki's eyes on you. "You coming or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?"

"I'm just enjoying the view," Loki replied, you could practically hear the smirk he undoubtedly had on his face. Sure enough, you looked up at him and saw the small smirk on his lips.

"I swear I will smack that look off of your face," you half-jokingly threatened. You watched as he made his way to you, walking as if he had all the time in the world. "C'mon princess, I have a mission briefing later."

The both of you took your starting positions on opposite sides of the mat, preparing for defensive and offensive moves, whichever one was necessary when the sparring started. You held your hands up in front of your face in a defensive position as you prepared yourself for the undoubtedly tough spar that was ahead of you. You began the countdown from three, watching Loki's body for any hints of what he was going to do. You saw a slight tension on his right side, telling you that he was preparing a right jab. You quickly deflected it, answering with a jab to his abdomen.

It was a fast paced spar, definitely faster than your sessions with Steve. You and Loki were both lithe, able to match each other's speed and agility with ease. You were ready to end this, looking for an opportunity to knock him over and pin him. Strands of your hair had been falling out of your ponytail, now sticking to your forehead with your sweat. You huffed out a breath, trying to blow some of them away from your face as you saw it. Loki was coming down from another hit attempt and wasn't completely planted yet. You quickly swept your leg out, knocking his feet out from underneath him. As he was falling, he grabbed your arm, pulling you down with him. You landed underneath Loki, your faces centimeters apart.

"Well then..." You trailed off, looking into his eyes.

"Does this mean that I win?" Loki asked half-heartedly, his gaze flickering between your lips and eyes.

"In no way does this mean that you win," you replied before it became too much. You closed the gap between the two of you, kissing him gently at first but gaining more passion as he responded in kind. Your hands found their way into his raven locks as his moved to lift his weight off of you. You don't know how long you stayed like that, only brought back to where you were when you heard someone coughing beside you.

"Please, no screwing in the training room," you heard Tony say as you stopped.

"There are no promises, Stark," Loki replied with an even tone. You felt your face heating up as you heard Tony choking on his spit.

"That's really disgusting. I don't need to know what you and (y/n) do in your spare time, Rudolph," Tony muttered as you heard him walking away.

"That was... Interesting," Loki said, sitting back on his legs so you could get up as well.

"The kiss part, yes. The Tony part, more like mortifying," you said, shuddering a bit.

"So you wouldn't be opposed to another kiss?" Loki asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

"Not particularly," you replied as Loki leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You could definitely see the good in Steve having to cancel on you, despite whether or not he was sick.