T
ony Stark. He was the only reason why Loki was at the goddamn party in the first place.
The Playboy had thought it to be a good idea to throw a party. When did he think it wasn't?
Loki was hesitant to even attend the party. He was the one who tried to destroy New York, was he not. But Tony had informed Loki that he would have security drag him down from his room if he didn't attend.
So Loki stood near one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the shimmering lights of the city below. He placed his glass of whiskey on the tray of a passing waiter and turned around to examine the people at the party.This had to the largest midgardian congregation he had ever seen. With ease, Loki was able to pick out some of the Avengers; Tony, Steve- he even saw a glimpse of Bucky somewhere. However, most of the people were complete strangers to him. There was a group of women who had gathered around Thor, giggling, leaning against him, biting their lips and eyeing him. Loki could see that they all wanted to bed with his brother, but he knew that by the end of the night all those women would be disappointed.
Simultaneously, you slowly made your way down the stairs, hoping to not draw any attention to yourself. At the bottom of the stairs, you paused looking around the party and you saw a tall figure standing at the balcony of the floor above. He was dressed in a black suit, hair slicked back. Just the presence of the man sent shivers down your spine, but you decided to let it go and make your way to the bar where you ordered a bourbon.
Loki suddenly felt uncomfortable. As if someone was trying to stare him out of his skin. He could almost feel their eyes skim over him and he quickly found the pair of eyes that was giving him the feeling. A pale brunette was making her way up the stairs toward him. She batted her eyelashes at him and bit her lip.
"Hey, sexy..." She purred, stopping in front of Loki.
He raised a thin eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" He asked blandly, wanting no business with this woman whatsoever.
"You're Loki, right?" She gave a shy smile, masquerading innocence.
"Yes..." Loki took a step back and leaned uninterestedly on the railing.
"Would you care for a dance?"
"I'm sorry-" He started, turning to scan the crowd quickly, his eyes landing upon a (h/c)ed woman, "-I would hate to be rude to such a lovely woman..."
But the woman wasn't listening, she started to approach Loki, placing a hand on his shoulder, smirking.
You felt a ginger tap on your shoulder and turned to find the man that you saw up at the balcony.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother..." He looked slightly frantic and then you realized who he was.
"I'm Lo-""Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief?" You finished his sentence, sipped your drink and set it down on the bar.
"Yes. I need to ask a favor of you..."
"Fire away, your Highness."
"Would you mind masquerading as my... Girlfriendfiancèsignifcantother...?" He asked, slurring together the last words, but you got the gist of it. He needed saving from some crazy whore who wanted to get down and dirty in his bed.
Nonchalantly, you shrugged, "Where. When?"
He looked to the balcony where you first saw him and the illusion disappeared. Where he looked, you saw a woman trying to seduce him.
The woman seemed to rub her hips against his, but he only rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I have a girlfriend..." Loki removed the woman from himself as he saw the (h/c)ed woman coming up the steps.
"Loki, there you are!" You smiled and wrapped your arms around him.
"Hello darling..." He said softly.
The brunette's jaw dropped slightly, but she tried to draw Loki's attention from you. "Can you do some magic? A trick or something?"
Your eyebrows stitched together slightly and you turned toward the brunette, "Bitch, does he look like a magician?"
Loki's face contored, trying not to laugh and the woman scowled.
"You guys can't possibly be dating, there would've been something in the news!!"
Loki suddenly felt... Almost protective over this false relationship he had. He wrapped an arm around your waist and you could feel how tense he was.
"What are you trying to say..?" He growled. One of your hands flew to his chest,
"Calm down, my love..." You whispered, truly trying to calm the raven-haired prince down.
"If you two are truly dating, then kiss!" The brunette shouted, throwing her hands in the air, clearly becoming frustrated.
"No problem..." You responded and Loki turned to you, not expecting the compliance. Pulling him down to your level by his tie, you stared into his eyes. Both of his arms were now snakes around your waist as you studied his face, missing the way his breath hitched right before your lips crashed together. His lips molded into yours and it felt as if you were about to melt into his embrace. The both of you got so lost in the kiss, that when you pulled away the brunette was gone. You pushed of strand of hair out of your face, you fingers brushing your lips as you looked down.
"I am forever in debt, my dear lady-" He stopped himself realizing he never got your name.
"(Y/n)...Y/N L/N..." You spoke softly, slightly shy all of the sudden.
Loki took your hand and bowed down, placing a small kiss on your knuckles, "Thank you, (Y/n)..." He smiled down at you as he stood up.
(To be continued.... Maybe)
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Talk Dirty to Me(oneshots) - REQUESTS OPEN
FanfictionTHIS USED TO BE CALLED TOM HIDDLESTON/LOKI ONESHOTS one shots involving either Tom or Loki. Not completed!! So please send plot requests!! May contain mature content.