Loki & Tom Hiddleston Imagines

Loki: The Less I Know the Better. Part 2

PART TWO.

Clubs have never really been your scene, you didn't like the constant sloshing of the crowd, the heat that exuded from friction, skin against skin. The air thick with moisture, from heaving bodies belonging to overly horny men and women. What could be so intoxicating to those who enjoyed the lusty past time? Perhaps it was the things you had listed, maybe they liked the thrill of a night of sexual connotations, or it could possibly be the fact of practically guaranteed sex at the end of the night. Who knows?

Still, you strutted into the dim club with your friend beside you, her eyes searching the crowd; widening as they locked onto the V.I.P area. 
"They're up there, let's go." Tiffany slipped her arm into yours and dragged you up the staircase, smiling at the guard as he opened the area up for them. She quickly slipped away from you and pretty much ran at the blonde that stood, arms wide and waiting.
"STEVE!" You gawked slightly as they embraced, the man that she just so happens to be hugging and kissing was none other than Captain America, Steven Rogers. 

"(Y/n), I'd like you to meet Captain Steven Rogers, my boyfriend." You gave him a curt smile and, shook his hand gently.
"It's a pleasure Mr. Rogers." You were shaking, how had she NOT told you. You could kill her sometimes, she always tended to leave the important, intimate details out of her chats with you.
"Nonsense, the pleasure is mine ma'am. Please, call me Steve, you're a friend." He gave you an award winning smile and you couldn't help but give him one back, you could approve of this one. You wouldn't kill Tiffany this time around.
"Bucky! Get over here, I want you to meet (Y/n), the woman I told you about." You pulled your eyes away from the happy couple to find a long haired brunette waltzing up to the group, his piercing blue eyes gazing into yours with intrigue.
"Oh, where are my manners! (Y/n), this is my best friend, James Buchanan Barnes, but we call him Bucky." 

Bucky took your hand and gave it a tender kiss, his eyes never leaving yours. 
"Nice to meet you Doll." He gave you a smirk, flashing his perfect smile. He was perfect, a beautifully charming man, but he wasn't him.

(Time skip)

Three hours. You've been at the club for three hours and already you and Bucky agreed, it wouldn't work. He told you that he could tell that you loved someone else, but he made sure to mention that he'd be waiting, waiting for you to change your mind. You respected the fact that he understood and was willing to wait, in case you ever needed him. He was sweet and caring, such a gentleman. Everything that Loki hadn't been to you. 

So, you sat at the bar, alone. Drinking whatever was in your glass, honestly at this point you couldn't care. He was the one who left, he was the one who treated you like a burden, he was the one who had broken your frail heart. Why in all of the nine realms did you still love him? Why was it still him who you thought about when you stared at the stars. He hurt you. Badly.

The seat next to you was occupied by a suit, all black and proper. In that moment you couldn't give a damn who he was, that was until you heard the velvety tones of the devil himself.
"I think that's enough, love. You do have work tomorrow, do you not?" Your face shot up from the depths of your alcoholic beverage and into the poisonous grasp of his eyes instead.
"Why're you here Loki? What could you possibly need from me now?" You turned away from him, taking another swig of the concoction that the bartender had made, it burned the whole way down your throat. 
"I need to take you home, you're not in the right frame of mind to have a simple conversation with me." He snatched the drink out of your hand and slammed it down, finishing the drink before you could splutter a word towards him.

You watched him scowl heavily at you, his features somehow more attractive this way. 
"Pull yourself together, honestly (Y/n). I feel as though you've gone off the deep end." You heard him sigh and could't help but laugh.
"Fuck off Loki."

* 2 minutes later*

"PUT ME DOWN YOU BASTARD!" You screeched as Loki carried you down the street, away from the club that was still in full party mode. You were slung over his shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around your waist holding you in place as he strolled down the street towards your apartment.
"No, you'll just run back there into the arms of your precious soldier. I won't have you be so stupid, not on my watch." He growled, his arm tightening for a microsecond before it went back to it's usual pressure. Your drunken mind was having trouble processing the words that had just slipped out of his mouth. 

Is he jealous?

"Is the mighty god of mischief jealous perhaps?" You giggled out, watching his grunt as he shoved open your front door.
"We can discuss this later (Y/n), but right now you're not in the right state of mind." He shut the door behind you both, heaving you into your bedroom and placing you on your soft bed.
"Goodnight, love." Your hand snapped out and you held his wrist, a desperate attempt at holding him in place. 
"Stay." You whispered, the word sticking in the air.
"I'll be here, I'll wait for you to sleep. I promise."

The last thing you remember from that night is the feeling of lips pressed against your forehead and three soft words that were whispered as if they were a prayer.

"I love you."

Did I dream that? Or did I say it?

It couldn't be...

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OH wow, done another one!

This beautiful chapter is dedicated to @laufeysongirl4 Thank you so much for your positive feedback! It's very appreciated! 

Part three anyone?? 

-TiffIsNotNormal