Loki x Reader - Flirting Ch3

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Because I had an issue with the ending, there are two alternate versions of chapter 3.
The lemon/extended version can be found here: sta.sh/0lv3fzj5l3v  (This one is more like what was requested I do, but I wanted to make sure everyone had an ending they liked, and some people apparently don't like lemons...)
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“Flirting” Loki x Reader Chapter 3

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“How long are you going to stand out there exactly?” Loki called, his voice muffled slightly. The sudden question from Loki shocked you, because… well… you had thought you managed to stealthily sneak up to the door… Apparently not… You nervously placed your hand on the door knob and opened the door…

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The first thing you saw when you opened the door was Loki sitting in a large armchair, looking out the window to the glimmering city beneath Stark Tower, a book clasped loosely in his hands. You stood, mesmerised by… well… him.  Crap… what were you going to say again…? Your mouth fell open slightly, whether it was because of the loss of words, or Loki’s perfection at that moment, you didn’t know. Though, it was probably the latter… Suddenly his green eyes moved to you,
“What do you want?” he asked dully, returning his attention to the book. The irritation from earlier returned.  How could it be that with one simple sentence Loki was able to stir such emotions from you…?! You bit back all of the nasty things that entered your mind, and balled your hands into tight fists, to ensure you didn’t lash out at any of the near-by objects. Was it wrong of you to expect him to act differently from before? You didn’t want him to change being him, but… what did you want? You lowered you gaze and focused blankly on the book in his hands before returning to look at him directly,
“Why?” you said between gritted teeth.  Loki quirked an eyebrow,
“Why what?” his was more irate than before,  but something in his emerald green eyes, though he was not looking directly at you, spoke of softness. 
“Why does it feel like you go from liking me, to hating me in such a quick instant…?” The raven-haired man’s head snapped up, and his eyes slowly trailed over to you. 

Under Loki’s gaze you wanted to shrink back into the hallway and die, why did he look so hurt? He was the one being a massive jerk with no concern or forethought of others emotions.  His intense stare dropped to the flickering lights of the city,
“What makes you say such a ridiculous thing?” he spat bitterly before returning his focus to the book. You stepped forward from the doorway,
“Because every time I get to a stage when I feel comfortable with you, you go and ruin it by getting angry or… something! I don’t even know what it is I do to annoy you!” Loki looked to you, shocked, “and then, instead of trying to fix it you just sit there and brood, getting yourself angrier and angrier!”
“Then what would you have me do?! I ask you what’s wrong and you don’t say a thing!” he growled menacingly, while rising to stand.  
“I don’t want you to ask me what’s wrong!” you yelled back.  Loki looked at you sceptically, waiting for your answer.  But you were left tongue tied. What did you want him to do…? You stumbled back to rest against the wall when the depth of the question hit you and thought back to earlier in the day.  The cold wind, anger and pain fighting for control within you, Loki’s hesitant yet soothing touches, the hope that he would… that was it… “I just want you.” Your focus returned to Loki, who still looked mildly confused.
“You want me to what?” he snapped impatiently.
“Nothing!” you sighed.  You rubbed your eyes out of exhaustion and continued, “I just want… you.” You took a deep breath, and chose to keep your hands over your eyes for the next part, mostly out of embarrassment and fear of his reaction. “I just want you to hold me, and tell me you’ll be there, and that you won’t leave.” It wasn’t until your lungs started burning that you realised you were holding your breath.  You released the stored air and steadied your breathing before removing your hands from your eyes to look at the raven-haired man.  He was staring, wide-eyed at you. Shit… did telling him all of that just ruin what little of a relationship the two of you had?

It felt like a rock was weighing down your stomach while waiting for Loki’s response, and as the minutes passed, you started thinking you weren’t going to get one.  Why was he being so quiet? Did he not feel the same way? Was-
“(Name),” He said dryly.  Suddenly you found yourself unable to look at him, and chose to quickly lower your gaze, fearing what was to come.  The sound of him shifting forward reached your ears, and the anxiety of being rejected by him fully hit you. You had to get out of the room; you couldn’t stand being in such a small space or so close to him at that moment.
“S-Sorry, I-I shouldn’t have bothered you… I’ll just-,” you swiftly turned and tried to open the door, but swooped forward and Loki held the door shut, you pulled against his superior strength in vain.
“(Name),” the stone in your stomach turned into a nauseating knot, and forced your breathing to speed up. He softly placed his warm hand on yours, trying to remove it from the handle. “(Name)…” he leaned closer to you, causing your cheeks to heat up considerably. Damn it, why was he doing this?! “All you had to ask me to do was stay…” his free arm snaked around your waist and pulled you so your back met his chest.  You allowed your once tense hand to slip from the door, “had you asked, I would have been more than happy to comply…”  A warm shudder passed through you.  His voice was so alluring and only made you want him more. 

One of his hands skimmed up your side, as the other gently caressed your hip.  Soft gasps escaped your throat as Loki began to tenderly suck on the nape of your neck.   Quick spreading warmth within your nether regions made you lean on Loki more as you allowed your own hands to tangle in his raven locks. As the moments passed, you found yourself unable to withstand the small space separating you, and you hastily spun around and locked your lips with Loki’s.  Your hands moved to rest on his chest as Loki’s chose your waist, his thumbs massaging small circles into your skin.  But all too quickly his looming presence mixed with the heat radiating from him sparked a flame in the pit of your stomach. Did you really want him so badly? His tongue gingerly trailed across your lower lip, as his hands slid downwards to roughly stroke your inner thighs.  Suddenly a thought hit you. Was he doing all of this just to get you into bed?  The question nagged in your mind more as one of his hands skimmed up your side again, to gently caress the flesh right underneath your breast. Before his hands had a chance to move any further, you gently forced him away.
“… Can… we not do this tonight…” The look on Loki’s face was a mix of disappointment and confusion.  His green eyes showed right away that he was thinking deeply about your request, the cogs in his mind continuously increasing in momentum.
“If that is what you want,” he said after a moment, loosening his grip on you and taking a step back.  His obvious apprehension and discontent with the situation made you feel awful.  You had been the one to search him out, you had been the one looking for answers, and you had been the one to instigate the kiss… A nervous lump caught in your throat,
“But, could I…. maybe… stay here tonight?” you murmured.  Wait… you actually asked him? You had thought it was… well… just that, a thought, but apparently it wasn’t.  Hesitantly you looked up to the God of Mischief, his slightly bemused and intrigued expression forced more words from your mouth before you had a chance to think. “I-I just really don’t want to get interrogated by Tony about how this all went…”  You were even more nervous for his answer to this, but you weren’t quite sure why.  Could it be that, in your mind at least, this was some sort of test to see if Loki really wanted you, and not just your body? No, surely not, right? Loki looked you up and down for a moment before nodding. You let out a silent and relieved sigh; at least the question of his intentions towards you began to subside slightly.

Loki excused himself and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, leaving you alone in his room.  You chose to take a seat on the edge of his bed, and looked out to the now quiet city.  Is this really what you wanted…? You gently bit your lower lip.  Loki had made you feel so… alive in that moment, but now? Now your mind was making your doubt his sincerity. You groaned and fall backwards onto the bed.  Why did this have to be so hard? If you were any other normal girl, you would have just old him how you felt, and waited to see if he felt the same way! But no; you had to befriend The Avengers; and you just had to fall for Loki. You rolled onto your stomach. Nothing was normal about the situation you were in… You buried your face in the bed sheets.  Maybe this was a bad idea… maybe getting interrogated by Tony wouldn’t be as bad as you thought… You stood up and headed for the door, hoping to leave the room before Loki returned.  It would be better if you didn’t mess around with this situation, and, if Loki really reciprocated your feelings, it would be better to not play with his emotions any more than you already had.
“You aren’t going to stay then?” Loki said, shutting the door to the bathroom harshly. 

You quickly turned to face him.  Having just come out of the shower, the ends of his hair was still wet and he had a very loose fitting pair of black pants on without a shirt.  Bitterly he threw the fluffy towel onto the near-by chair. He was trying hard to mask the sadness on his face with irritation and anger, but it wasn’t working as well as he had planned it too.  Your expression softened and you walked towards him,
“Loki… I-,” You knew there was little you could say or do to remedy the current situation.  A deep, cold shudder passed like a wave through your back when you finally met his gaze.  Looking into his eyes was painful, but you couldn’t look away. You stopped a few feet in front of him, and tried to put your rampant emotions into words. “I…” You started, time and time again, only to lose your train of thought.  You shook your head to try to clear the chaotic thoughts.  However, Loki took this the wrong way,
“Then just leave.” He spat. It took a moment to completely grasp the misunderstanding.  He had thought you were rejecting him when it was quite the opposite.  You stared wide eyed at his stony expression, then shook your head again, faster this time, before moving forward to wrap your arms around his chest.
“That’s not what I meant…” your arms tightened around him, “I… I don’t know what I want… And I know it’s incredibly frustrating… but please…” you were shaking like a leaf, and tears began to run down your cheeks.  “Please, don’t send me away…” Between your quiet sobs into Loki’s chest, and your emotionally unstable state, your legs lost all of their strength and sent you diving towards the ground, however, Loki caught you, and pulled you closer to his chest, gently stroking your (h/c) hair.
“(Name)…” he sighed. You looked up anxiously, “I have a request.” He stated evenly.  Your brows furrowed, but you nodded for him to continue.  His hand moved to wipe away the smeared tears from your cheeks, “spend the night with me, here, just like this…” He lifted you up so your feet were just grazing the ground. You half smiled and nodded slowly.

Instantly Loki’s other arm wrapped around you, and lifted you up as he began walking to the bed, gently he placed you underneath the silky covers before joining you. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you used his chest with a pillow.  It took all of you self-control not to burst out in tears of happiness. He wanted the same thing… the same thing you had craved for months.  You nuzzled into his chest and smiled.  It may not have been the direct ‘I love you’, you had been looking for, but this was certainly just as good, if not better…