The Scientist (Loki x OC)

Pt. 56: The Taste Of You

A/N: This is a little bit of a literary break, if you will, in all the action before and after this. Enjoy! Also, I haven't ask y'all how this isolation time has been for you. It's rough over here, so I hope all y'all are doing ok despite all the chaos. Also, the video I referenced in this is linked at the end of the chapter if you're interested in viewing :)

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Loki woke up the next day sick. He was utterly ill, from the top of his head to the bottom of his heels. His mind was abuzz, but his heart was filled. If he died right now, it would be one the bards wrote songs about. He was positively loathsome, and no one knew, for he was stricken with the most lethal ailment in the universe: love.

There was no doubt about it. He was absolutely sick with it. Completely moonstruck.

Being in love was awful, Loki decided. His brain felt short-circuited beyond repair. Luna made him completely feverish. His words were lost to the wind, and his train of thought was a wreck at any given moment. He missed her every second she was away from him and had no idea what to do with himself when she was there. Her gaze burned him in the most alluring way. Her voice, her body, the feel of her skin plagued his waking hours.

He daydreamed at length about what it would be like to kiss her. How did it feel? What would she taste like? Did she like it slow and steady or hot and heavy? Would she like it if he kissed her? Loki never cared about first kisses, but with Luna, all of their firsts were something special. A kiss from her would be sacred.

However, what must come with sacred things is profound respect. Loki knew himself to be horribly spontaneous. He didn't like to think things out, and he always paid the price for jumping his own gun. Luna didn't deserve a half-witted failure, so he waited and thought about his move. He considered himself lucky he didn't give in to temptation and kiss her last Saturday afternoon. He'd eaten meat, and he imagined she wouldn't find it enjoyable.

To satisfy his curiosities, he made a point to eat all the same things Luna did. Loki figured it would provide a good-enough fantasy for the time being, so if he felt an urge, he wouldn't have to think too hard.

For lunch on Sunday, she would taste like rice and eggplant curry. His birthday dinner. How appropriate. But nevertheless, he didn't give in.

For Monday breakfast, she would taste like toast and almond butter.

On Tuesday after dinner, she would taste like homemade chocolate cake.

By Wednesday evening, his endless speculating was maddening. The days passed like weeks, and he could hardly take it anymore. Here, with Luna sat beside him and dinner in hand, they watched another one of her films. It was 'Mohabbatein' this time. 'Tales of Love.' How fitting for his little dilemma. She had been talking to him about Holi and insisted on showing him the scene in the movie. It was beautiful, he admitted, but so was the rest of the film. The people, the outfits, and Luna's face as she watched. It made the whole viewing experience much more delightful. Her excited exclaims of 'oh, this one is so good!' at every single song. And she was right. They were all good.

During one song, however, she was silent and pensive. On the screen, Raj and Megha serenaded each other, their clothes changing each time the camera cut on them.

"You would look good in that," Luna said, her gaze still fixated on the film.

"Hm?" Loki hummed.

"That." She gestured forward. "What he's wearing."

He looked at what she was referring to. It was the baggy pullover Raj was temporarily sporting. It looked comfortable, and he genuinely thought about it, but on closer inspection, he found it to be completely see-through, like an extreme loose-knit or a mesh.