The Scientist (Loki x OC)

Pt. 37: The Nightclub

A/N: ok, here's the second part! Yay! This was so fun to write and I hope you all have the same fun reading it <3 I know this is a million words long, but some of y' all asked for it, so here you go with all the content you want XP Far From Home is almost here!! Yay! So excited to see all my favorite babies and also scared that I'll also have to see Peter sad again. And apparently, Endgame is getting a re-release??? Should we be worried??? I dunno, but Marvel has made a fool out of me, so I'm totally gonna spend money and see it again. and - as always - songs are linked at the end of the chapter

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After pondering and going back-and-forth between the pages of the menu, Loki settled on shrimp alfredo. Luna encouraged him to pick something she would never make at home. The only animal she cooked was fish, and he remembered liking the taste of shrimp in the past, so he made his choice. She settled on a bowl of tomato soup and Caesar salad. Loki passively inquired on her simple pickings.

Luna took a tentative sip of her soup and replied,

"I never order a complex dish or one with any kind of meat from a restaurant, even if it's fish-based."

Loki twirled his fork about his plate. "How come?"

Luna took a sip of water and rubbed her hands together, getting ready to tell a story. "Ok. So, years ago, when my white grandma died, all the family went to this restaurant after the funeral. My aunt and cousin both had tons of coupons for it, so that's why we were at that particular place, but that's irrelevant. Anyway, I ordered a salad with salmon that was supposed to be topped with pecans or whatever. Now, it's important to note that that was the only dish like it on that menu."

"Now, let me guess: they botched it," Loki interjected.

"Yes," Luna said firmly. "They messed it up so bad. Instead of salmon and pecans, they gave me chicken," Loki gasped, "and bacon."

He was deeply affronted for her. "No," he breathed out.

Luna nodded vigorously, making her earrings shake. "I only had a tiny bit of it by mistake because I don't know what meat tastes like anymore, and I had a terrible stomach ache for the rest of that night. Thought I was going to throw up everywhere. My mother was all like, 'don't make a scene. Everyone here is grieving.' "She scoffed. "To hell with them. Like, how could you mess up a dish that bad? There was no way they could have easily made that mistake. There was nothing else like it on the menu."

"Did they correct it?" Loki was on the edge of his seat.

"Mhm. They made the dish again the way it was supposed to be, but I had no appetite for it, obviously. I took it home in a box and ate it the next day. Ugh, I was livid." Luna put a hand on her hot cheek to cool it. "I still am if you can tell."

"As you should be," Loki said justly. "I would have had them all flogged." He waved his fork in front of him.

Luna smirked. "Honestly, I would have let you do your worst." They chuckled. "So, for lack of better words: trust no bitch." Luna picked up her water glass.

"Truly." Loki took the invitation to pick his up and tap the edge against hers. How wise she was. He was in excellent company. She tilted hers to take a sip and Loki did the same, but stopped partway as his eyes caught a ring on her finger beside the green one from her birthday. This new one looked suspiciously like Yggdrasil. "Oh, that is nice," Loki commented, gesturing to her hand.

Luna set her glass down and looked at her rings. She smirked, knowing what he meant.

"Thanks." She held her hand out for him to admire it at a closer range. "It's a gift." He took her hand in his empty one.