Marvel Character Oneshots

Decadence ~ loki x reader

{this story takes place in Germany, while Loki is there before the Battle of New York. set in a quiet, fancy restaurant outside of Berlin.}

You placed the dirty dishes into the restaurant's kitchen sink with a sigh and spared a guilty glance at the clock. There were fifty-three minutes left of your shift. Flipping your immaculate white towel over your shoulder, you straightened your spine and pushed the doors of the kitchen open, revealing the stunning interior of the restaurant you'd been waitressing at for the past year. 

You walked to the front door, awaiting another customer from the scarce public population. The number of full tables today could have been counted on your one hand. You huffed and starting fidgeting with impatience; you rolled your weight to the balls of your feet, to your heels and back again. 

A cool voice snapped your attention back to the door. "Seat for one, miss?"

You automatically flashed a hospitable, polite smile at the tall, black-haired man who didn't bother to return it. Though it hurt a little, you were far too distracted by his compelling eyes and flawless features to notice.

"Right this way, sir." Your voice was not entirely steady.

You lead him to a table next to the dark window. As he passed behind you to get to the seat you'd chosen for him, his cold hand ghosted over your lower back, sending a jolt through to your abdomen. A sharp intake of breath followed. 

You handed him a menu with another smile and he took it, openly observing you from your hair to the soles of your shoes. You cleared your throat.

"What would you like to drink? There's a house red wine that everyone enjoys." You noticed his bored eye-roll. You pursed your lips. "Or else, if you fancy yourself a good cocktail, the bartender has been making Manhattans all evening."

He set the menu down and placed one leg over the other under the table, intertwining his fingers over it. His eyes shifted to yours. You saw his tongue slide over his teeth under his skin, before a smirk settled comfortably on his attractive face.  He leaned forward to lean on his clothed elbows. Your eyes jerked down his body and to the tailored black suit that fit his body snugly. His soft 'ahem' caught you with a flushed face. 

"I've a sweet tooth this night," he murmured, his husky voice gathering and buzzing in your ears. You blinked. "I'd like the Sex on the Beach cocktail, if you will." His mouth formed his words elegantly, laced with charm and mischief. You felt your knees wobble as you began to walk away.

"It'll be here in a minute," you blurted tactlessly, rushing your words and revealing your anxiety.

He shot you a wink. You whipped around before he could catch the flustered expression on your scarlet face.

*

You were shaking with nerves, anticipation and anxiety by the time you brought a decadent chocolate mousse to the mysterious man's table. He'd pondered his dessert for longer than five minutes with you waiting patiently and faithfully for his final decision of the mousse. He'd complained about the rareness of the steak he'd ordered as a main meal, along with the sparseness of the green salad. Something about 'Asgard's large feasts' spat from his mouth once you'd began the rush back to the kitchen for a new plate of food. 

You set the elaborate mousse on his table and saw his eyes widen slightly with surprise.

"This looks delicious." He gestured to you with a slender hand. "You have my thanks."

Biting your lip to conceal your smile, you nodded and moved to turn away. 

"Uh-uh-uh!" He objected. "I have to make sure this dessert is worthy of my taste buds. If it is not, it shall be sent back with you, my darling," he sneered.