[ LOKI x READER ]
[ thor: ragnarok ]
C O M P L E T E D
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When the god of mischief shows up uninvited to your home and asks you to check on his father, in a nursing home, you can't exactly say "no".
Y/N Stark tells herself she didn't have a choic...
THE PARTY WAS filled with lots of snobby, strange people. As the guards opened the doors for me, the loud music kept playing but a slight hush fell over the room. I wasn't sure what everyone was staring at, until I realized, oh, right, me. They're staring at me.
I am a Stark, and we sure know how to make an entrance. I scanned over the room as everyone feasted their eyes over my outfit - and that wasn't an exaggeration; people were either looking at me with a gross sense of desperation, or jealousy.
At least I knew I looked good. I wore a pink sparkling gown, complete with a strange headpiece the girls insisted I wear. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling myself in this look.
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I spotted Loki's sleek black hair. He was lounging on a couch, across the large room. Three women were fawning over him, two sitting at his sides and the other sitting at his feet. I felt my stomach twist and my eyes narrow - who were these girls? These random women who thought it was okay to just disregard me and Loki's relationship--
Wait, I stopped myself. Loki and I aren't together, at least, it doesn't seem like it anymore. I shouldn't be jealous. He obviously doesn't think anything we've done together has meant anything...
No matter what I told myself, my chest still burned. Jealousy was still flowing through my veins. Ugh. Even a ping of sadness rushed through me. Loki's ridiculous game of ignoring me really hurt me, and I felt utterly betrayed. I bit my tongue, hoping to snap myself out of the pity-party forming in my brain.
Loki was the only one in the room not looking at me; even his little fan-club of girls had stopped to eye me. I couldn't help but smile as their stares turned into glares. I looked damn good and they knew it - hopefully Loki would notice me, too.
Well, Loki was trying not to look, but I caught him looking through the corners of his eyes. I felt a pang in my chest. I couldn't understand it - one night we were sharing a bed, the next day he won't even look at me? What had I done to deserve this? All I had been doing was fighting in the Grandmaster's games for us, risking my life for us, yet Loki wouldn't even speak to me. I knew we had fought a bit, but surely that wasn't enough to push him away.
I began walking forward, my hips swaying more than usual. I held my head high, moving towards Loki, so I could possibly confront him about what was up with his attitude. Before I could get near him, a man swooped in my path, his blue skin tone throwing me off a bit. He was a handsome fellow I suppose, but I wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone except Loki.
"Ah, Lady Shark, may I offer you a drink?" The words rolled off his tongue with a song-like tone. I stopped in my tracks and glared at him. "My name is Stark, douchebag."
My name-calling didn't faze this guy. He smiled widely, showing off a row of white teeth that seemed a bit too large for his mouth. His silver eyes were pretty though, I would admit.
