It's Up To You And Me (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

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Your POV

I press my hand flat against the door of Loki's confines and tolerate copious teardrops to stream endlessly down my face.

What have I done?

I bite my lip as to prevent a mewl from escaping, roughly wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. Gosh darn it, what happened to upbeat vibe I had when they surprised me with that party?

I'm not going to blame Tony for bringing that up, he had a right to do so but it hurts. What I did hurt. I just agreed to sending Loki away without standing my ground and having the will to defend him even with the slightest bravery. I'm so pathetic.

"Darling? Y/N? Is that you?" I take it he heard a few of the sobs I couldn't hold back. I sniffle and recollect myself. "Yes, yes it's me!" I think long and hard before entering the room and locking it from behind for the first time. The others wouldn't mind me gone for a couple of minutes, would they?

A hopeful beam appears on his pasty yet slightly colored complexion. "Hey, happy birthday." He approaches the glass and I don't give him enough time to fully step close as I immediately go around the control panel and type in the new passcode I had seen written in a strip of paper in Tony's workshop. The door of the cell slides open and welcomes me in.

I bolt directly inside and jump in Loki's arms, stunning him on the spot. Shortly before he can even question my sudden action, I take his face gently in my hands yet crash my lips onto his. He loses his voice in a split second and softly moans into the kiss I initiated, gliding his large hands around the inward curves of my waist and laying them flat just inches above my backside.

I don't know what's gotten into me but dread, guilt, longing and immediate desire. Apparently, he feels the last two of those things as well.

He pulls away gently from our nearly steamy, lip-locking. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head and push him leisurely against the glass. "I just missed you."

He clears the strands of hair away from my flushed face and stares into my eyes passionately, his momentary albeit penetrating gaze relieving me of the dread I felt. I know it'll come back but screw it, tonight is still my birthday. He tips my head back with his finger and in a blink of an eye, I find myself being the one against the cold surface of the glass with his body pinned against mine completely. "I missed you too, my love. I'm finally glad the walls aren't between us as of now."

Unable to withstand the atmosphere between us, he grazes his lips against mine yet in an ever so sensual manner that's getting me real flustered and admittedly...hot. This side of him is so alien yet so arousing and it goes perfectly with how he appears to be at times. Dark, mischievous with an overall carnal nimbus around him.

I could say the same thing with how I'm acting around him right now.

"Say my name, darling." He growls lowly into my ear, the vibration induced in his throat launching sensations I never knew existed until now.

I get a brief chance to moan his name breathlessly, consumed in ardor. "Loki..." He seals my mouth shut again with his and I find my hands desperately fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He traps me against the glass with his hips and I buck mine to meet his, feeling his hard bulge brush against my thigh.

On the point of unfastening the first four buttons of his shirt, he takes heed and glides his hands upwards against the hem of mine, exposing a huge area of my midriff all without detaching his lips from my swollen ones. He swiftly shrugs out of his upper garments and proceeds to unpeel my shirt over my head. He tosses it to his bed and stops to let his wanton gaze travel up my body, a smile tugging on the corner of his sore, pink lips as he lays eyes on the necklace I'm wearing. "You're so beautiful." He looks like a five course meal himself; he always has.