Loki X Reader

Thrift Store

A/N

I though Loki's POV was a great idea last chapter, but the spotlight really belongs to you and your amazing face. XD

Also, at one point, I am not trying to offend anyone. You'll know it when you read it.

<3 Ebony

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You climbed off the bench, grasping your phone tight. It started buzzing like mad. You looked at your messages. Even though were from that backstabbing asshole called your ex, you checked them. There were five in total.

1. "Is that really Loki!?"

2. "You're insane if you think hanging around that lunatic!"

3."Please tell me it's not him!"

4. "Hello? You there?"

5. "Answer me, god damn it!"

You started typing a reply. You spoke the words as you typed.

"One... more... motherfucking... message... and... I'll... call... the... cops, and... you'll.... be... charged... with... cyber... harassment!" You pushed the send button, and then deleted his contact. Loki smiled as you seemed to, walking over to the park's playground. You strolled over to the swings, and sat down. Loki walked behind you, and started pushing you. "W-what are you doing?"

"Well I do believe that on this type of pendulum, you need to help the patron obtain momentum to swing forward." He said.

"Smaller words please."

"I'm giving you a small boost?"

"That, I understand." He kept swinging you, until he sat on the swing next to you. He looked tired. "Aww... no more?" you playfully complained.

"Not unless you return the favour." He said, giving you the familiar mischievous smirk. You waited for your seat to stop swinging, so you wouldn't destroy the sneaker which somehow matched your dress. You climbed off the seat, and stood behind Loki, pushing him forward. He laughed, almost like he was a child again. You laughed behind him, until you understood why he stopped. You stopped pushing, but was abruptly knocked onto the ground. You had forgotten Loki was still swinging. "Damn!" He yelled, leaping off the equipment, and running to your side. Your knee was grazed, but nothing too much. "We need to get that treated." He said, cupping a hand over it. You smiled.

"It's just a scratch. Maybe I can get it patched up at.... That thrift store!" He turned, and you looked into the opportunity shop, smiling. "While we're there, I can get you some clothes before my brother notice's his are going missing." He nodded in agreement, picking you up, bridal style! "Oh my dear baby jesus! I can walk, you know!" He laughed quietly.

"Your point is? If you strain that wound, it will only hurt more." He said, slowly walking towards the shop.

--

"This?" You asked, holding up a Batman shirt. He smiled, placing it onto the growing pile in his arms. There was a variety of clothes, one you snuck on there, that was a fan-made shirt of him. He walked into a change room, leaving you to explore the some-what close racks over the shop. You found a small, old, homemade cloak. It was sleek, black, and the inner material was silk of your favourite colour. You walked over to the change-room next to Loki's, and pulled it onto your shoulders. The hem barely touched the floor. It had slits in the sides for hands, and you pulled yours through. The hood covered your face.

You left the change room, with the cloak still on. Loki emerged from his, the clothes in his arms.

"Gah! Don't do that!" He yelled startled. You started laughing.

"Ha! Gotcha! How does it feel being pranked for once in your life?" He joined in your laugher. The only other person in the store was the cashier, and even she was laughing. Loki pulled the hood off. Your hair was still neat.

"I think that cloak suits you. Are we done here yet? I would really like leave soon..." His expression became stern, but then he started smiling. "I saw what you hid in the pile. Good find, darling." Your face turned red. Loki smiled. His hood was thankfully still on.

"Don't call me that!" You spoke, snatching the clothes from

his arms and walking over to the cashier. Luckily, the cloak's tag was at the end of one of the ties. Even so, you pulled it off. It was getting extremely hot outside.

As you walked outside, you checked the time. One in the afternoon. You stared up at Loki.

"We should go get some lunch. But what if someone notices you?" You pondered the question.

"I could disguise myself as someone? It might help." You beamed at him. Then realised. He could have said that earlier.

"Why didn't you suggest it when I said I should leave you back at my house!?"

"I wanted to come with you. If you arrived home in a crying mess, I wouldn't be able to do much then. It was the thought that counts." He said the last part in a rush before you could interrupt. You smiled, and started walking towards the café across the street.

--

Loki entered the café disguised as someone you knew, who happened to be your ex's best friend. Pictures can be helpful, you thought, imagining his face when you took it of him. Loki had used the snap to change his appearance. But he wasn't as hands- no! Why were you thinking about that stuff! You are supposed to hate him!

"Is everything alright?" Loki asked. At least his accent was the same.

"Yeah, just pondering life's questions." You answered, sipping your delicious chocolate milkshake. His eyes widened, staring behind you. "What's wrong?" He didn't say anything, just kept staring behind you. You turned to see your best friend and her boyfriend, Jeff. She glomped you. "Ughhh! Hi!" You said, hoping you didn't just get milkshake everywhere. Loki started laughing quietly.

"Hey!" Said your friend, letting go of you. Her face turned saddened. "I heard you broke up with your boyfriend. You ok?"

"News sure travels fast here, doesn't it? But yes, we did break up," You pointed to Loki. "And this gentleman punched the asshole in the face!" Your friend smiled.

"Back on track to what I was saying, happy birthday!" She hugged you again, and looked at Loki. "Do you mind if all four of us take her birthday shopping?" She asked him.

"I don't mind." He said. You subtly jolted. Apparently he could also mimic accents. He got up from his seat, and grabbed the bag of clothes behind him. You saw the Loki shirt through the plastic, smiled, finished your milkshake and walked out of the café. You friend, Jeff and Loki were all huddled around Jeff's car. You didn't come any closer in case they were planning something. You heard a slap of high-fives. They all turned around to see you with your arms crossed. "H-hello there..." Said Loki, grabbing the back of his neck, and blushing. You giggled quietly, walked over and climbed in the car.

"Let's go before everyone floods the mall." You laughed, as everyone else climbed into the car and strapped themselves in.