The Revengers (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 24: The Kiss

"That is my chocolate!" I yell.

For some context:

I was eating some chocolate whilst nestled into Loki, and didn't realise he'd been eating it from the other end until it was half eaten.

Bastard.

"Share!" he glares.

"No!" I huff, holding my chocolate away from him.

"I'll get you more chocolate." he suggests, rolling his eyes, "Or perhaps you'd like me to regurgitate it from my stomach."

"Go away." I mumble.

"No." he laughs.

His hand reaches for the 'Dorito' crisps and I slap it away.

"These are all my snacks!" he shouts, "Thor brought them for me- back off."

"No, I want them!"

"Share."

"Mm... no." I laugh.

"How about we make a deal. You share 'your' snacks, and I will give you something in return." he bargains.

"Define 'something'." I glare.

"Anything you wish." Loki smirks.

I look at him for a moment, both of us engaging in intense eye contact.

"I want a kiss." I say.

"A kiss?" he questions.

"I will share my doritos if I am granted a kiss." I confirm.

He looks at me for a moment, then leans in closer to me.

"Any rules for this 'kiss' ?" he questions.

"Does kissing really have any rules?" I ask.

"Well, there's tongue, there's open-mouthed, there's..."

"Shut up." I huff.

His nose touches mine gently as he leans in further and further, our lips but a single movement away from touching.

"You asked." he smirks.

He holds my jaw gently and eases me towards him, his lips connecting with mine so casually- like it was a common occurrence.

I stroke his soft black hair as I kiss him, noticing soon that he hasn't pulled away.

I can taste the faint sweetness of chocolate on his lips, making the kiss so generous and easy- heartfelt, almost.

Like he meant it.

As we pull away, I can't help the smirk forming on my lips, wanting another kiss, and another, and another.

"I was kidding, I didn't think you would." I mumble, trying to hide the quiet blush forming on my cheeks.

"I'm a man of my word." he nods, also smirking, "And you didn't seem so opposed to it."

"Well, I'm sure you had women throwing themselves at you on Asgard." I retort, feeling slight jealousy at the thought.

"You're the first." he laughs.

"What? No- first of all, I am most certainly not throwing myself at you-"

"You forced me to kiss you for snacks." he explains.

"Well- but- because I didn't think you'd actually do it." I excuse.

"Yeah yeah, you really seemed to not enjoy it." he scoffs.

"Honestly, though- how many girls? A hundred? Thousand?" I ask.

"None." he admits, "Romance has always been foreign to me. No matter what my mother told me, I always saw love as merely a weakness. Nothing more, nothing less."

"And now?" I question.

He meets my gaze and squints his eyes, thinking.

"I don't know. It'd be nice to be appreciated." he mutters inaudibly.

"What did you say? Didn't catch that." I smirk, despite hearing it the first time.

"I said, I don't know." he glares.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, that was my first kiss." I mumble.

"It was?" he asks.

"And it wasn't yours? Mr 'no other women'." I laugh.

"I.. well, that doesn't answer my question." he huffs.

"Yes. It was my first kiss." I say, eating more crips.

"Why did you ask to kiss me?" he asks after a moment of silence.

"Why did you agree?" I answer.

"Wanted snacks." he excuses.

"Is that all?"

"No." he admits quickly, taking a crisp out of my hand, "I just died and came back to life, give me a break."

I laugh to myself, snatching my crisp back off of him.

"Hey, let me have some." he argues, grabbing the entire crisp packet.

"If you keep eating crisps, you'll lose your sexiness." I add- helping myself to more snacks, the hypocrite I am.

"You think I am sexy?" he smirks.

"I may be annoying but I'm not blind." I laugh.

"Pretty sure your body shaming me right about now." he says.

"I'm kidding, you're always gonna be sexy." I chuckle, fixing his hair for him.

"But you need to wash your hair." I add.

"I did it before the battle." he complains, "I cannot be bothered doing it again."

"Go and wash it." I demand, "Then you can finish off the crisps."

"Nope, not worth it." he laughs.

I groan and hide my face in the pillow of his 'hospital' bed, making him chuckle quietly.

"Do you not like my hair?" he asks.

"You're so self-obsessed, have I ever told you that?" I quip.

"You've got chocolate on your lips." he says, ignoring my previous statement.

I lift my hand up to wipe it, but he grabs my wrist, wiping my lips with his own hand.

"Thanks." I mumble, somewhat confused.

"Mhm." he nods, casually.