Loki x reader (18+). Smut, violence, mature language, slow burn.
What if Loki had succeeded when trying to kill Thanos on the ship? Well in Y/N's universe, that's exactly what happened.
~"You have to realise, I hate everyone. You aren't special, '...
"So how was your one woman show?" you ask her while filling up your glass.
"Easy. How was your honeymoon?"
"Very funny Nat, and it was a pain in the ass. First we argued so much that I crashed the quinjet, I'm sure you heard about that."
"Of course."
"Then during the mission he managed to get himself knocked unconscious, and I had to drag him out a window. After that, Stark refused to fly us out until this morning and we had to stay in a hotel."
"One bed?" she jokes.
"Two, and of course he also managed to get stabbed, and I had to stitch him up before getting to go to bed."
"And you helped him why?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Y/N, you were actively trying to stab him like two weeks ago. Admit it, he's growing on you."
"No, I was doing what I would do for any teammate. You're reading too much into things," you start walking back over to the elevator.
"So you're telling me, that you're not the slightest bit attracted to the tall, dark haired, cocky, flirty man across the hall from you. I'm not buying it." She wasn't wrong, he does fit your usual type. Actually, he's basically the definition of the kind of guy you would go for. On paper.
"Nope, because what I see when I look at him I see a presumptuous, arrogant scumbag," you reply sternly.
"Whatever you say." Nat walks back over to the sofa while you head to your room. You lie down on your bed, completely bored. You did give that guy Omar your number. You pick your phone off your nightstand and remember he texted you yesterday. You call him, telling him to come to the tower.
After thirty minutes, your phone buzzes. You head downstairs, bringing him up in the elevator.
"Omar, go into the room on the right. I'll be in in a minute," you tell him, Loki and you both staring at each other.
"Do you need something?" you ask the moody looking god.
"Nope, is that your boyfriend or something?" he asks sourly.
"Wouldn't you like to know," you jeer at him, "And I've only met him once."
"So I was right then, you are a whore."
"And you're not? I know about your little hookups Loki, or did you forget about my hearing," you scoff and walk to your room.
"Jealousy isn't a good look on you-" you begin.
"I'm not jealous." he interrupts you.
"No? Then why are we even talking right now. If you'll excuse me, I have a guest," you walk back to your room.
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It's been four days now since you returned from the mission, and things haven't eased up between you and Loki. You don't know why you let him get under your skin, but there's something about the way he speaks to you, it's so condescending. You have to retaliate, which usually ends in an argument, and the two of you slamming your doors.
Tony's having his party tonight, you decided to get ready alone, not really wanting to talk to anyone until you have to. You choose a full-length black dress, fitting the more formal theme.
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