Loki x Reader - Flirting Ch1

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“Flirting” Loki x Reader –Chapter 1

Your relationship with The God of Mischief was always… difficult. This was mainly due to the fact that you had strong feelings towards him, but could never tell if he felt the same.  Sure, you would flirt occasionally, however his answers at times just never seemed right… And the fact that you felt like fish out of water in regards to the whole relationship thing didn’t help either.  You had considered telling Natasha about it, but… well… her own personal hatred for Loki would probably get in the way of a clear judgement… Tony and Clint probably would have made the situation even worse, Steve and Bruce – No. Just… no, they were like overprotective older brothers who were even more inexperienced with relationships. Who did that leave? Thor…? You mentally groaned.  Discussing a little brothers love life was probably an awkward topic, and seeing as Thor has never been known for his subtlety, he probably would have ended up blurting it out to someone like Tony… or worse, Loki. 

You sighed and rubbed your temple. Why were emotions and relationships so difficult?
“Are you not feeling well…?” Loki asked, his eyes never moving from the book in his hands.  Your head snapped up.  The raven haired man was sitting across the room from you, reading a particularly thick book.  I was just passed lunchtime, so plates were still scattered through the room from the other Avengers, but they had gone out half an hour ago, which left you alone in Stark Tower with Loki.  “(Name)?” he called again, this time his green eyes moved to examine you,
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, just…” you wracked your brain for a reasonable lie.  Tired? No. Emotionally exhausted? No… “Just a little bored…” you finished and mentally face palmed. Bored… really? Even if you were sitting in utter silence with Loki, you never felt bored, especially if you were able to steal glances of him while he wasn’t looking. 
“You should have gone with the others then,” he said almost bitterly, returning his attention to the book in his hands.  You quickly looked away, a nervous twinge gnawing at your stomach. Had you upset him? Did he think you were calling him boring? You groaned aloud, and your torso fell gracelessly against the couch. You could feel his eyes on you.  However, instead of facing your fear and telling Loki the truth, you opted for the cowards’ way out. You moved to lean on your elbows, the rest of your body still sprawled over the couch.
“Do you wanna do something?” you asked, wanting to change the subject, your eyes finally moving to Loki. He shrugged in response and shifted slightly in his seat.
“Stark and my oaf of a brother have yet to release the restrictions on me, so there isn’t much I can do…” he said, motioning to the flashing ankle bracelet secured tightly to his leg. You sighed and sat up again,
“We could…” you started while desperately looking around the room for something… anything to occupy your time.
“I saw Stark sign for a rather expensive looking casket of alcohol the other day…” The raven-haired man said with a mischievous smirk, which you returned in turn.  You stood up and moved towards the door,
“And it took you this long to tell me?” you said, trying to sound as hurt as you could.  Loki smiled widely and followed you. 

The gentle touch of his hands on your waist made you jump slightly, and when he leaned closer to your ear, it took your entire mental prowess not to squeal like some fanatic fan girl, though, you were sure a deep blush was covering your cheeks.
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” He whispered before overtaking your slowed speed, you were sure a cocky grin was covering his face… Damn it… why did he have to be so… so… perfect?! You raked your hand through your (h/c) hair, hoping the few stray strands would cover your hot cheeks before following after the raven-haired God.

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You were laughing uncontrollably, as was Loki,
“No way!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air. “You did not do that to Sif!” you giggled,
“I swear I did!” he said with a chuckle, “I was ordered to replace her hair with gold, though… I still think she was better with none at all though…” he smirked. You rocked forward, trying your best to hold back the laughter. 

Tony had chosen to hide several expensive boxes of wine and whiskey in one of the small storage rooms in the lower levels of the tower; needless to say you and Loki were able to find it and greedily helped yourselves to it. Loki described it as payback for forcing him to stay within the confines of the building since New York.

You took a deep breath to steady your breathing; the rich scent of the alcohol was masked with something, something… familiar.  Your cheeks heated up when you realised it was Loki.  You had never been in such confined quarters with The God of Mischief before, and now that he was sitting barely a few feet from you, in a room that could only comfortably accommodate one more person, his presence was overwhelming you.
“What else have you done exactly?” you asked, leaning back against the couch trying to clear your head.
“Well…” he thought for a moment, “I am the reason Thor’s precious hammer can only be wielded with one hand…” You scoffed playfully,
“Is that all?” you asked, looking as unimpressed as you could manage.
“Hey, I would have lost my head had I not managed that!” He replied seriously, however his tone was overshadowed by the large smile on his face. You giggled at the images running through your head: Thor placing Mjolnir down somewhere for the night; Loki skulking up to it in the dead of night, cutting the handle in half and leaving; Thor returning in the morning and then Loki being chased around all of Asgard. 
“I’m guessing that is the reason Thor sleeps with it then?” Loki’s grin only widened,
“I did not know that.” He paused for a moment, his smile slowly disappearing, “what makes you think he sleeps with the damned hammer?” he asked. How did you know? Oh, that’s right. That awkward night,
“After a night out with Tony he kind of stumbled into my room… it was… awkward. He threw Mjolnir at the foot of my bed, and pretty much squished me when he went to lay down.  Do you know that he kind of… sleep gropes?” Loki’s expression gave off the impression that he was less than pleased.  His eyes locked with you (e/c) eyes, and you found yourself unable to look away.      

All of a sudden you felt like a deer in headlights, incapable of speech or movement, about to be hit by a speeding car.  You cleared your throat of the dry lump that had formed in your throat,
“Anyway, it took Tony and Steve to get him off of me, but that didn’t even wake him up, and we had to wait till he woke up to remove the hammer from my bed,” you said with an anxious smile. Loki looked away as his eyebrows rose for a moment before returning to their normal place,
“I’m sure you hated being in bed with my brother…” he spat sarcastically. You lips pursed,
“Was that meant to sound as sarcastic as it came across?” you questioned, the slight haze of the alcohol dulled your ability to completely sense other people’s emotions, but you were sure that sounded bitter.  Loki offered nothing more than a quick glance and muffled words with a small shake of the head. “Was that a yes or no?” you demanded to know, anger bubbling under your once happy demeanour.
“What does it matter?” he growled back. Your hands clenched into fists, and you stood. Well, it was an attempt to stand; you swayed ever-so-slightly and found it nearly impossible to retain stable footing,
“Why do you always do this?!” Your voice was hoarse, and cracked through the small sentence. “Why do you make it so difficult to just-just,” you couldn’t find the correct word, your eyes scanned the room as if the walls would hold the answer, but you settled for a hand gesture of the entire room, “Why do you make it so difficult to just do this?” you waved your hands around, which caused your already shaky balance to sway even more.  Luckily Loki steadied you, but you were in no mood to accept his help. You shoved his hands away and started for the door, just before you left you turned around, “If you think I want Thor…” You started out almost yelling, but as your anger was quickly replaced with sorrow and longing, your tone softened to a pained whisper, “you couldn’t be more wrong… and maybe that’s the reason…” tears of anger and pain stung at the corners of your eyes, making you incapable of finishing your sentence.  You shook your head, unable to look at Loki any more, and left the room.  You wanted to get as far away from him as you could, and yet run into his warm embrace at the same time.  Why were your emotions so erratic? You hated feeling like a love-struck puppy, and you hated the anger you felt every time the words to tell Loki how you felt eluded you.  You moved faster down the hallway, fearing that if you lingered there any longer your legs would forget how to work.  The sound of a glass bottle smashing against a wall made you jump, the sudden movement caused stray tears to glide seamlessly down your cheeks “… maybe it’s the reason you can’t see how much I love you…” you murmured to yourself before heading back towards the main lounge room, hoping the others had returned…