Loki x Reader One-Shot Compilation

A Dagger a Day Keeps the Feds at Bay

Summary: When Loki infiltrates a classified government compound, you must not only manage the public outcry from the disaster, but your own conflicting feelings as well. All while keeping the illicit relationship between yourself and Loki from your father and the world.

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"Sorry," You whispered as you laid beside Loki. "I don't sleep with coworkers"

Night set early in the winter. With the sun down and the chill of snow permeating the evening air, you found yourself once more in the arms of the least likely person.

"Must you say this every time?" Loki slipped a hand around your waist, pulling you against him. "It wasn't funny the first time. It isn't funny the thirty seventh."

He kissed down your jaw, grazing the side of your lips but avoiding the contact you wanted most.

"That's an oddly exact number," You reached past Loki, pulling the crumpled blanket over you. "And blatantly incorrect. I've been here every night for weeks."

He hummed in thought. "I could pick you up right now and dump you in the hall. Let daddy dearest find you in nothing but my blanket."

"You won't," You pushed him back, climbing on top of him, legs on either side of his chest. Hair falling over your ears, you leaned down, lips grazing his. Digging your hand into his chest, you slid it up to his neck, strumming at his pulse. It raced as you pressed your fingers on either side of his neck, just below his jaw. The cut of the bone held your fingers still. "You like it too much."

You yelped as he flipped you, reverting your power play to a cheap ploy.

"Always on your back," Loki pressed himself against you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

"And always desperate to get me there," You tugged his hair as you pulled him down for a kiss.

"I'd advise you stop talking, darling," Loki dislodged your hands from his hair and locked them above your head.

"What will stop me?" You fidgeted under him, pulling against his grip as he placed pressure on your uneven pulse. "Your silver tongue?"

"Something like that."

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The dregs of morning light crested the sky. Blue and orange spread across the sky, pushing the stars back into sleep. Birds chirped their vibrant songs, awaiting the warmth of day. Inside, the tower remained asleep, blissfully unaware of the exchange outside their doors.

"Loki," You breathed against his lips, feeling the warmth from his breath like a crackling fire. "It's four in the morning. What's going on?"

Loki pressed you against the wall in the hallway beside your room. Palms pressed into your stomach, he leaned into a rabid kiss. He proceeded with unrestrained desperation; tugging your bottom lip and slipping his tongue to meet yours when your mouth fell open from his attention.

"That doesn't explain anything," You pulled from the kiss. Looking down both sides of the halls for wandering eyes, you grabbed his arm to pull him inside your room. Loki refused, instead caging you with arms on either side of your head.

"I must tell you," Loki whispered. "No matter what I say or do, if I ever tell you I don't adore you, I'm lying. Never believe me."

"Where are you going?" You voice shook as the words traveled through your arid throat. "What are you doing? Tell me."

"Go back to bed, love," Loki kissed you once more before disappearing down the hall.

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Silence reigned in the granite spattered kitchen. You leaned over the sink, clutching the metal edges like you hung from a cliff. Your father stood across the island, focused on your clawed hands and scowl.