Contemptuous (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 15 - An Eventful Auction

"What the hell are you doing Stark," you whisper annoyedly into his ear, plastering on a composed smile for the audience.

"You haven't had any action lately, I'm doing you a favour," he mumbles back, and turns back to the microphone. Oh no.

"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, a date with Nightwarden," he gestures towards you, now no longer able to fake a smile.

"Can I bid on myself?"

"No."

"Stark, I'm going to kill your unborn child," you say under your breath, staring him down furiously as you walk back to your seat.

"Remember everyone, it's for a good cause," he says, and the bidding commences. You should never have listened to Tony when he said he had a back-up plan.

You look around the room at the people bidding on you. There is one too many creepy old men in the running. You notice a paddle being raised from your right, that sneaky little prick.

"Loki I swear to god if you-"

"Would you rather a date with the shrivelled up raisin over there," he gestures to the persistent man across the room. 

"You never know, it could be a nice date," you say under your breath, not even convinced yourself.

"Maybe, but I doubt his wife would say the same," Loki replies, continuing to bid, making you grumble in exasperation. You notice there's still a few other, decent people in the running, you'll take the risk over Loki winning.

"Stop bidding Loki," you turn to him.

"No can do, unless you can give me something in return," he says, once again raising his paddle.

"Like what," you question, and he leans into your ear.

"You join me in my room tonight and I-"

"Nope," you interrupt him, and shuffle your chair to the left away from him.

"A date it is then," he states, and to no surprise on your behalf, he wins the bid. You know he's done it for the sole purpose of getting on your nerves, and at that he has most certainly succeeded. 

After the auction is finally finished, now the real challenge begins. Socialising with people. And not just any people, rich people that are only here because it's good PR and they like showing how much more money they have than the other. You know first hand what assholes they can be, because you were one of them. 

The thing is though, when you got hired as an Avenger, you donated almost every last penny you had, only keeping your house. Most of the reason you had to keep that money was as collateral, so when you quit working as a PI, you didn't need it anymore. And hey, Stark isn't the only philanthropist in the world.

After listening to people blabbering on about god knows what, you head to bathroom, mainly just to escape the endless discussions. You push open the door, and walk over to the mirror, adjusting your dress and fixing your hair. There's that bad feeling again.

"Whoever wants to kill me, can we please do this another time. This is a charity event for fuck's sake," you turn around, noticing a closed bathroom stall. A fully geared up agent bursts out of the stall.

"Shocker," you say sarcastically. The stranger pushes you up against the wall, attempting to stab you in the stomach, to no avail.

"Come on, I thought people knew my powers by now. This is honestly just embarrassing, maybe I need to go to more of those press conferences-" you ramble, cut off when he begins to choke you.