A Whole Bunch of Loki's

The Spree - Request

Loki sighed as you dragged him towards yet another shop.

He loved your enthusiasm, it was something that he always found oddly cute, but he hated having to come along on your little shopping trips.

It was a routine he was used to by this point.

Your job wasn't a great paying one, so in order to treat yourself you would put a bit aside each month and once you'd built up enough, you would go on a small shopping spree to treat yourself.

Truthfully, it was something that Loki admired in you.

Having grown up in royalty, he never really had to worry about being unable to afford certain bills or not being able to buy a mere book due to budgets, so he respected that you would at least find a way to treat yourself.

That didn't, however, mean that he wanted to tag along every time and yet he somehow found that he was.

Without fail.

He tried not to grumble too much, you were having fun and that's what should have mattered but he still found that as time passed and bags grew, his patience got a bit thinner every time.

You had just left the game shop with a few titles that you'd been waiting to get since they came out, deciding to wait until the prices went down a little before going for it, and were now pulling him towards a little shop you'd spotted the previous month.

It was a small shop, but full to the brim with all kinds of nerdy artefacts that lured you in from the window display.

There was memorabilia for all kinds of shows, comics and bands, from the moment you stepped in you felt like you were in Heaven, Loki on the other hand felt like he had stepped into his waiting room from Hell.

He knew you'd spend the longest amount of time in this shop, this tiny shop that didn't even have a chair he could flop himself into while he waited.

And so as you looked around, gasping and awing at the various bits you found that you couldn't resist, Loki stood in one corner out of the way.

Every now and then he'd spot a bit of memorabilia associated with the Avengers and he couldn't help rolling his eyes in distaste, being surrounded by such things weren't exactly his idea of a fun time.

Knowing they were held up as heroes and worshipped by the masses made him feel a little ill, people wanted to buy things with their faces on whilst he had to hide his if he wished to go out in public without people reacting negatively.

Granted it seemed that taking on blond hair, some facial hair and a pair of glasses seemed to work for the better part but that was beside the point.

By the time you were done, the shop assistant had packed the things you'd bought into a box as opposed to giving you a variety of the small bags they carried and Loki feared that he would end up having to juggle that with some of the bags you'd passed off to him throughout the day.

As you walked towards him, you noticed the scowl that adorned his face and felt our chest pang a little bit in guilt.

You knew Loki didn't like shopping, not even menially for certain house essentials or food and yet you'd worn him down into coming with you yet again.

It wasn't anything malicious or intended with ill intent, you just wanted to spend more time with him that didn't involve you being exhausted from a day of work.

Such occurrences were rare and you loved spending time with the God you'd fondly claim to have adopted, so it made you feel a little bad that he never seemed to enjoy these trips as much as you did.

Stepping into the warm air outside, you glanced around the high street and began to formulate a plan.

Just behind you, Loki let out a long sigh.

"Are we done yet?" He asked tiredly, his arms beginning to ache from the weight of the bags hanging from them.

Your eyes continued to scan the street until you found what you wanted.

"Not yet," you beamed, eagerness springing back into you, "you can go and sit on the benches over there, I'll be right back."

You sped off before Loki could react, you plopped your box of goods on a bench outside the coffee shop in full confidence that Loki would be watching it before zooming into a shop just near the corner of the street.

Once he reached the bench, he let out a long and drawn out sigh whilst sitting down and letting the bags rest on the floor.

From the corner of his eye he saw the box and glared at it as if it was somehow the cardboard's fault that he was stuck in that situation.

He spent a few minutes people watching, all the while thinking about what you were up to but appreciating the fact that you let him sit down.

You eventually traipsed out of the shop around fifteen minutes later, a paper bag clutched to your chest.

Loki looked up as you sat beside him, adjusting the box a little so you had a bit more space.

"And what were you up to?"

You gave him a soft smile and held the bag out to him.

He raised his eyebrow in questioning and took the bag from you, his thin fingers unwrapping the bag and sliding out the present.

As his eyes roamed over the book, he smiled and ran his fingers over the cover.

"The Lost Village?" He asked, looking at you.

"It's supposed to be a good supernatural mystery," you answered, shrugging a little.

"I see."

"I wanted to say thanks for always accompanying me, I know how much you hate it," you sighed.

"That I do, but you don't need to make it up to me."

"I know, but I feel that I should."

Loki chuckled and leaned forward to give your lips a quick kiss before he sat back up and tucked the book away again.

"My silly Midgardian."