Forgotten // Loki X OC pt.4

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"Thor...stop...I mean it." I panted, holding back a laugh as I kept an eye on the God. He took a step forward and I took one back. "Thor...Thor no!"

I laughed as Thor threw me over his shoulder and dug his fingers into my side. I kicked my feet and squealed, trying my best to push away from the large man but it was no use, he was far stronger than I could ever be.

"Mercy! Mercy!" I shouted, slapping the back of Thor's head. I sighed as he finally stopped, but raised a brow as I felt him stiffen beneath me. "Thor?"

Thor quickly put me down and I chuckled, following to where his eyes were set. I scoffed, watching as Loki huffed out of the room. I shook my head and looked up at Thor reassuringly.

"He's like a child sometimes." I chuckled, walking backwards towards the door. I pointed at him with a grin. "I am getting you back for that, though. Stay prepared."

I turned around and eventually found Loki in his penthouse. He stood at the window, looking across the area outside.

"Mischief, what are you pouting for?" I asked, standing in front of him and tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear.

"I'm not pouting." Loki mumbled. He fought to keep his gaze off of me as I ran my finger over his collar bone.

"Jealous?" I questioned, wrapping both of my arms around his waist and pulling his form against me.

"What is there to be jealous of?" Loki shrugged, lifting his chin as to ignore me. "Or are you trying to tell me that there's a reason for me to be jealous?"

"If I say yes would you admit that you do get jealous?" I asked in reply, unwrapping my arms from around him.

Loki said nothing and I sighed, tucking my head in the crook of his neck. I sucked at his neck, leaving love marks scattered across the pale skin. He shuttered as I mumbled against his neck.

"Pay attention to me."

I felt as Loki continued to fight to stand his ground and I smirked, finding the sweet spot on his neck and feeling him relax with a sigh beneath my lips. Slowly, I used my magic to strip Loki of a layer of armour and continued to suck on his now marked up neck.

"Aidan." Loki breathed, bringing his hand up to tangle in my hair. He gripped the short locks tightly as I left even more marks on his skin. "That's...that's enough."

Loki tugged at my hair, pulling me away from him. I breathed heavily, catching the breath that I had been holding while claiming my attack on Loki.

"You have a sinful mouth." Loki said, his voice deep and hoarse.

"I beg your pardon?" I raised a brow. Loki stepped forward, pinning me between him and the thick glass of the window. He leaned down, breathing against my neck as he tugged at my hair again. I groaned and closed my eyes, taking in the pleasurable discomfort. Loki kissed up my neck and paused at my ear to whisper into it.

"Beg."

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"All it takes is a strike of confidence and you can do anything."

Loki looked down at me and smiled, tucking a damp piece of hair behind my ear before tugging a shirt over his head.

"I could say the same for you. I mean, look at my neck. It's like a leech got ahold of me."

"Are you saying you want me to stop?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as I stared up at Loki cutely.

"Norn's no." Loki shook his head. He leaned down slightly, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I want you to leave all the marks you can, my little leech."

"Nothing more romantic than calling your partner a leech." I chuckled, taking Loki's hand and kissing his knuckles. "But I appreciate the attempt."

Loki rolled his eyes and quickly gathered our towels. "You know... showering with another person is so relaxing."

"Mhmm." I hummed, pulling on a pair of basketball shorts. "Relaxing isn't the word I'd use."

"And what word would you use?" Loki asked as he threw the towels into a hamper.

I smiled, tapping my cheek as if thinking of an answer. "It would be two words, actually."

Loki nodded. "Go on."

I grinned, quickly pulling my shirt over my head before answering.

"Stress relieving."

Aidan to the lobby. I repeat, Aidan to the lobby.

Loki and I groaned simultaneously and made our way downstairs.

"You know, Gamora and Peter getting married wasn't as big of a surprise as Gamora being pregnant was." I spoke as we stepped into the elevator. Once there, we walked into the lobby and waited. Five minutes later, Tony entered the area, dragging Peter and Breean with him. He exhaled in exhaustion, pushing the two youths in front of Loki and myself.

"It's not what it looked like I promise, I-

"Hush." Tony hissed, crossing his arms.

"What's going on, Stark?" Loki asked, watching as Breean and Peter stood nervously.

"These two were in Breean's room together." Tony answered, glaring at Breean and Peter. "Peter was taking pictures of Breean in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear."

"What?" Loki growled.

"On my phone!" Breean exclaimed. "And I'm wearing shorts. Not underwear. I mean I'm wearing underwear but the pictures were-

"That's enough." Loki spoke sternly, switching his glance to Peter. "You lied to me, Peter."

Peter quickly shook his head. "N-no, sir, I-

"YOU LIED!" Loki yelled, jabbing his finger into Peter's chest.

"Dad stop!" Breean shouted over Loki, pushing him away from Peter.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Loki breathed heavily. "I am your father and-

"And I don't like Peter!" Breean interrupted. "I don't like Peter and Peter doesn't like me, okay?"

"Then why the pictures?" I spoke up, taking a step closer to her.

"Because I was sending them to someone else." Breean admitted, looking at the floor.

"Who?"

"Someone I like, okay? That's all."

"A boy?" Loki stepped in, slightly calmer than before but still fuming. "Look at me, Lee."

Breean whipped her head up, glaring at Loki with tear filled eyes. She said nothing.

"So it is Peter?"

"No! It's not Peter!" Breean exclaimed, backing away from Loki and turning around. "It's not Peter and it's not any other boy."

"Bree, are you?"

"I'M GAY, OKAY?"