Forgotten // Loki X OC pt.4

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I sighed, tying a ribbon around the small gift box that contained my drawing for Loki. The wedding was coming soon and my nerves were more present then they ever had been.

"You seem quiet today."

I jumped, quickly hiding the present beneath the blanket on the bed. I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I'm just tired." I smiled, looking up to Loki. "But you're no better with the whole "being quiet" thing."

Loki shrugged, glancing at the blanket next to me. "What's that?"

"A present." I replied with a smile. "The wedding is in a few weeks you know."

"Did you think I would forget?" Loki chuckled, taking a seat next to me on the edge of the bed. He took my hand in his own and smiled, kissing my knuckles gently. "I can't wait to marry you. To spend the rest of our lives together. I've never been more excited for anything in my entire life."

"Loki." I smiled, cupping his cheek in my hand. "I'm not going to give you the present early. You have to wait."

"Oh come on! It's been months! I haven't even seen a single thought since the summer!" Loki whined, crossing his arms like a child. "It's not fair."

"That's life, love. Now go on. Let me hide this and then I can make it up to you."

"With what?"

"You'll see."

Loki sighed and stood from the bed. He exited the room and I quickly hid the present. I laid on the bed, removing my shirt and shuffling up my hair before smirking.

"You can come back in."

Loki entered the room slowly, peeking his head inside. He gasped and his cheeks flushed pink as he fully stood in front of the now shut and locked door.

"What's this?" He asked, looking me up and down quickly before meeting my eyes.

"My way of making up these past few months." I replied smoothly, crawling to the end of the bed where Loki stood. "Can I make it up to you?"

"This isn't all I'm marrying you for." Loki breathed heavily as I stood on my knees. I ran my hands up his stomach and chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I know. But are you really going to make that a point right now or are you going to break this bed with me?"

Loki growled, swallowing hard as I kissed up his neck, biting at the spot just beneath his ear. "Aidan."

"Hmm?" I hummed, continuing my torture on the God.

"Unless you want them torn to shreds I suggest you take off your pants."

I backed away to look at him with a smirk.

"Yes, my King."

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"So how do you two feel about being separated for a week?" Steve asked as he took a seat at the table.

"I'm sorry?" I questioned, looking up from my plate.

"You know, the week of the wedding the bride and groom can't see each other." Steve explained before taking a bite of his food.

"That's a thing?"

Steve nodded, glancing to Loki. I did the same.

"You know about this?"

Loki shrugged. "I've heard of it but I wasn't sure if you would want to follow the tradition."

"Would you want to?" I asked before taking a sip of my drink.

Loki pondered for a moment. "I suppose we could. It might make things more interesting for the honeymoon."

"Ew." Breean gagged. "Don't forget I'm here please."

I snorted, quickly covering my mouth with my hand. I watched as Loki bit his tongue, trying not to laugh in front of everyone. He failed, seeing my cheeks turn pink and laughing loudly. Everyone stared at him and began to laugh as well. After our fit of laughter, we all wiped our eyes of tears and sighed.

"I've never seen dad laugh that hard." Breean chuckled, rubbing her eyes.

"I haven't either." I smiled. "But let's do it. The week before the wedding thing."

Loki nodded. "Alright. God I needed a laugh like that."

I chuckled, leaning over to kiss Loki on the cheek. "Your laugh is so nice to hear."

"I think I'm ready for bed after all that."

"Me too." I smirked, leaning closer to his ear. "Meet me upstairs."

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"You guys are like rabbits." Tony stated as he entered the lab.

I looked up from my sketchbook, raising a brow. "I'm sorry?"

"You and Loki are like rabbits. My first night home from a mission and all I hear is you two going at it."

"I'm sorry that you're jealous."

"What exactly is there to be jealous of?" Tony asked as he took a seat next to me. "Other than your artistic abilities."

I rolled my eyes. "For starters, I'm not that good of an artist. And you're totally jealous that you can't have me as an amazing girlfriend and/or lover."

Tony feign laughed. "That's a good one. You're my best friend. Totally not jealous that Loki is the one impaling you and not me. All I'm saying is that I would like to come home to peace and quiet, not the sound of you screaming your lungs out."

"I'm not that loud, am I?" I blushed, looking away from Tony.

He shrugged. "It's high pitched and for sensitive ears like mine....it's very noticeable."

"Oh God...."

"What?"

"I'm so glad Peter never stays here." I laughed weakly. "He would hear everything."

"He has stayed here." Tony smirked. "He actually did say something about it, too. Something along the lines of "Tony it doesn't even sound like she's enjoying herself. She sounds like she's in pain" Or something like that."

I shook my head, covering my face with my hands. "I feel so bad."

"Hey, he's an adult with an active sex life. I think. He can handle hearing two God's bang from three rooms down."

"Three rooms?!"

"Sensitive hearing. Loki's not that good." Tony chuckled.

"And how would you know? Have you been sleeping with my fiance?"

"Hell no. Totally not my type."

"Sure, Tony."