A Whole Bunch of Loki's

A Little Bit of Jealousy

(Spoiler warning, I guess.

I mean I don't really think there's any spoilers in here, but I know how sensitive some people can be about them.)

There it was again.

That little pang of jealousy.

Your eyes narrowed and you huffed a little, turning away from the scene.

Taking a light sip from your drink, you choose to ignore everything going on around you and focus your attentions on a particularly interesting spot on the wall.

Not that this particularly interesting spot helped settle the images in your mind, your brain conjuring images of the two sharing looks of admiration and what you had read as possible lust and attraction.

For a while now you had been harbouring feelings for Loki, despite all the terrible things he had done over the course of the years.

In an odd way, you could kind of see where he was coming from...at least with some points, at other times he spouted nonsense and made plans that anyone could see wouldn't work.

With those ones, you liked to think he was under the influence of another and knew internally exactly why they wouldn't work out but had no choice but to execute them.

It was hard to say whether Loki ever had a true chance of redeeming himself, or if he ever really had intentions to, but you couldn't stop the feelings you had building more each time you see him.

He was endearing in a way.

So watching him getting close to this new, or apparently old but MIA, warrior only made the bout of jealousy and hurt a little bit worse.

Hence why you were sat by yourself, warily drinking your problems away.

You were certain there were looks there.

Though there was a small niggling in the back of your brain, one that was telling you that you were being absolutely ridiculous and reading into small glances.

That rational side you pushed back and stored away under lock and key, telling yourself that it was trying to lead you into a false sense of security.

"What has that wall ever done to you?"

You jolt a little at that smooth voice suddenly speaking up behind you, tearing you from your totally not overreacting thoughts.

"What?" You accidentally snap, setting your cup down and turning in your seat to look at him.

"You seemed to be glaring pretty intensely at that wall over there, I was wondering which of your ancestors it insulted."

You roll your eyes and turn away from that impish smile, the one you as of now hated to admit that you loved.

"It may as well have been all of them," you grumble, lifting the drink to your lips once more.

Loki took a seat beside you, resting his forearms on the surface in front of you both whilst letting out a small sigh.

"It can't be much fun drinking alone, why are you over here and not mingling in with the others?"

"I don't like mingling, though I'm surprised you noticed."

Loki started a little at the snide tone to your comment, his brows furrowing as if he was confused.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm surprised you tore your eyes away from her long enough to notice I was by myself."

"Her?"

"Yes, you know Valkyrie."

Silence fell between you both, though it was short lived as the God beside you began to chuckle.

"You think I'm attempting something with Valkyrie?"

"I've seen the way you've been eyeing each other up," you laugh, trying to play it off lightly and hide any trace of hurt or jealousy, though it was already a little too late for that.

Loki's eyebrow raised a little, "Pardon?"

"You two, you've shared looks."

"I've barely said two words to the woman."

"The eyes giveaway a lot."

"If we're going to be like that, I could say the same about the both of you."

"What?" You cry, shifting drastically in your seat to face him better.

The sudden outburst caused others surrounding you to turn around and look at you both sceptically, as if you were up to something and weren't to be trusted.

You leaned closer to him, trying to shield away from embarrassment.

"I've barely shared a room with her."

"Nor have I for more than five minutes before others have turned up, if anything it's pretty clear she's been giving Thor looks, the only ones I've been getting are ones of mistrust and a little bit of disdain if I were to guess correctly."

You shuffle a little in your seat, feeling your cheeks heat up a little as you fold your arms across your chest, as if trying to shield yourself from his nonchalant dismissal of your claims and how ridiculous you felt.

The humility was hitting you hard, but you didn't want to admit to Loki that perhaps you had been reading something that wasn't there and made a mountain out of a molehill because of your own emotions.

"Just trust me on this," he smiled, "I have respect for a woman who can beat my ass as quickly as she did, even if it was bit of a shock, but I certainly have no intentions of getting in the way of 'that'."

He nodded his head towards the other side of the room, where Thor and Valkyrie appeared to be having a drinking competition that could put the hardest of drinkers to shame.

It went without saying that they were certainly having a good time as others cheered on their chosen champion, no doubt having bets riding on a certain success.

You sigh a little and turn away again, tapping your fingers on the side of your cup.

"Perhaps you are right."

"Perhaps," Loki scoffed with a shake of his head, "I know I'm right."

You rolled your eyes and gave him a deadpan side look, "Don't get cocky now."

"But that's something everyone loves about me," he chuckled. "That and my amazing sense of humour, my charm, my dashing-"

"Yeah, yeah," you laugh, cutting him off with a dismissive wave of your hand. "No one loves you that much."