Strangefrost Oneshots

part nine ~ oh, professor (4)

{Alternate Universe where Loki survives Infinity War and wants a simple life; Stephen Strange is a professor at a high-end university as well as the Sorcerer Supreme; the Avengers have retired. set after Avengers: Endgame. part four of five.}

Later...

"I can't believe you had the audacity do so such a thing in front of my whole class!"

"Oh, please. It was probably the most exciting thing they'd seen all day."

"And my ass was not in your face."

"Maybe not, but it was still perky."

"Stephen Strange."

"Alright, fine. I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes and swirled a knob of butter around in a saucepan. It was late in the evening, and I'd brought Stephen along to my cottage in New Asgard for dinner. Having been alone and bored for a very long period of time, I'd learnt many things and one of them was how to cook - and do it well.

"You'll forgive me, won't you?" Stephen pleaded from my small dining table. I didn't respond. I wasn't mad at him at all, I just wanted to see what he'd do if he thought I was. I heard his chair screech against the floor and his footsteps advanced behind me. 

I lifted my head and let out a soft breath as I felt his arms wrap around my waist. My blazer and tie had been thrown haphazardly onto the couch and my black shirt was untucked. His lips peppered kisses over my neck and my eyes snapped shut. I bit my lip.

After a while, a burnt smell reached my nose and I gasped, opening my eyes to find the butter in my pan had turned an unpleasant shade of brown.

"Now I'm definitely not going to forgive you," I complained, lurching out of his grip to rinse out the burn under the tap. "That was almost our dinner."

"I do not understand why you don't do this all with magic!" Stephen laughed.

"I take pleasure in doing it by hand."

"You know, I take pleasure in things my hands can do too."

I stopped midway towards the sink. I turned to look at him, trying not to give away the effect his words had on me and the fire that had burst into flame in my stomach. 

"You are just full of all kinds of dirty jokes, aren't you?"

He winked at me. I felt my heart rate accelerate. He took a step towards me.

"If you take another step closer, I'm going to have to wipe those beautiful place settings off the dining table and take you here and now." My voice was hoarse.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Well, why not?"

I turned around and leaned on the counter next to the stove for support. I squeezed my eyes shut. My lust was eating me alive. My entire body throbbed for Stephen. I heaved in a breath.

"This isn't a good idea," I croaked.

"Why?"

I spun around and stomped up to him. I glared into his storming eyes. 

I took another breath and pressed a finger to his chest. "Because I cannot help myself. I want to give everything to you. I want to spend every waking and sleeping moment with you and I'm terrified you won't feel the same way." God, could he stop with those blazing eyes?

I licked my lips. "I applied for that job at the university to keep my life simple. Then you waltzed through my door and took my breath away, Stephen Strange. I'm never going to be able to live without you."

I watched him carefully, not tearing my eyes from his. I knew there were tears forming in mine; angry tears. I was infuriated with myself for feeling this way. It was everything I ever wanted and everything I'd hoped would never happen. I didn't want to be this vulnerable. Not to anyone.

Finally, his lips parted and he breathed out. 

"Don't be terrified," he murmured. His smile didn't look as smug as I expected it to be; he looked every bit as scared as I felt. "Ever since my lips touched yours, I realised... I belong to you. I've never felt anything as powerful as when you touch me." His hand slid up my arm and rested on my neck, under my ear. His thumb rubbed the line of my jaw. "I didn't intend for this to happen, really I didn't," he chuckled. I smiled. "But I definitely don't regret the fact that it did."

"You say that like it's over," I whispered, my eyes wide. I clutched at his belt loops, unwilling to let him go.

"It's not. It's just beginning, Loki." He carefully brushed his lips against mine and my heart jolted and my hand sprung up to his chest, where I fisted his shirt.

He spent the night at mine.

*

Beep. Beep. Beep -

I opened my groggy eyes, sat up and tapped snooze on my phone to stop the incessant alarm. I collapsed back onto my pillow and closed my eyes before I became aware of the arms wrapped loosely around my bare waist. Cautious of waking him up, I glanced over at Stephen and felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. My lips parted as I watched his chest expand and deflate as he breathed, deeply. 

I allowed the smile pushing out onto my lips to take over my face. I slowly shifted onto my side and slid my body closer to his. He still didn't wake, but his arms enveloped me tighter. I settled my head on the pillow, brushing my long hair out of my eyes and then resting my hand on Stephen's neck, carefully tracing my thumb in circles over his rough skin.

With a sigh, I watched his eyes flutter open and his gaze roam over my face, making my heart skip a beat. I tamed my smile. He frowned.

"Don't do that," he murmured.

I cocked a brow. "Don't do what?"

"Don't hide your smile away from me," he said, his voice heavy from sleep. "I love your smile."

I felt a flush on my cheeks and glanced down at his arms before connecting my eyes with his again. "I'm sorry, it's become a habit, I suppose."

He smirked and brushed his nose against mine. I blew a sigh of happiness over his face before letting my eyelids squeeze shut and my lips catch his. He arched his back and our warm chests touched. I slipped my arm around his neck and lifted myself up, pressing the top half of my body on top of his. My hand glided over his cheek up into his hair where it came to a stop behind his head, insisting he embrace me deeper.

"We're going to be late," Stephen muttered against my lips, peppering kisses on and around them.

"I know," I sighed, pulling away.

"Let's get dressed," he suggested, raising a hand to tuck a curl of my ebony hair behind my ear. 

I grinned.

*