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Loki x Reader

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_________ made her way up the dark halls to her bedroom, making sure to pass Clint's room quietly as she ascended the stairs. She glanced at the clock and it read 2:47 am in glowing cobalt.

Most of the Avengers, if not all, had already gone to sleep. She padded up the stairs, all the way to the top, where she shared the floor with the infamous Loki of Asgard. 

She heard his frantic pacing before she even got close to their rooms.

"_________," he snapped, his tone icy. Even now, he was trapped behind glass. He slammed his palm against the cold sheen of gloss. "Where have you been dallying?"

"I made myself tea and did some work."

"You are supposed to be in your quarters by midnight every night," he said, crossing his arms. 

"This is the Avengers Tower. You think we follow any of the rules Tony made up? Tony doesn't follow his own rules," she snorted.

Loki stepped back from the glass, obviously thinking of something to retort with.

"Why do you care anyways?" she asked, sipping her tea leisurely. She turned away and waved goodnight, crossing the hallway into her bedroom. He stomped his foot.

"Stay here, you idiot!" he yelled.

"Don't yell," ___________ sighed. "You'll wake somebody up."

She finished her tea and Loki eyed the cup. "Why do you enjoy these bland mortal substances?"

"Have you ever had peppermint tea before?" She arched an eyebrow. He glared at her.

"I don't need to to know that it is revolting," he said, looking away to stare at the wall. 

She sighed and turned back around.

"What did I just say?" he growled. "Stay here."

___________ gave him a little wave and disappeared downstairs.

She heard him fuming and stomping around as she went back downstairs for more tea.

When she returned, he was pacing again.

"Are you deaf or just too dense to understand that my say his higher than yours?" he said snidely. 

She typed the key in and the metal-sealed door opened with a hiss. He eyed the teacups in her hand suspiciously. 

"You can't possibly be thinking that I will try that." He turned his nose up.

____________ locked the door behind her and set her files and the tea down on the side table. She plopped down on a futon and closed her eyes. She let out a long sigh and stretched her arms out.

"Your posture is terrible," he noted.

"Thanks," she said, taking up her cup. She took a long sip and smiled to herself.

She cracked her eyes open to look at him. He stood there, glancing out the window, the red taillights of cars flickering in his eyes. He pulled himself away and sat down on the opposing couch. 

He eyed the tea again.

"It's not poisoned," she said. "I don't hate you that much."

He let a soft chuckle escape his lips. "You wouldn't dare try it anyways."

They sat enjoying the soft sounds of car horns and zooming motorcycles.

"You're the first person to talk to me, nevermind visit me," he said quietly. "Those insolent little Avengers think that I am unworthy of their time."

"They don't think that. They just think you're a dick."

"Do you think I'm contemptible?"

"No."

He picked up the teacup and took a tentative sip. A smile spread across his face as the hot liquid warmed his insides. 

"I knew you'd like it."

"I do very much." He took another prolonged drink. "Thank you."

She felt a smile creep onto her face. "You're welcome."

He set his empty cup down. "The morning light will arrive in a couple of hours."

"You are allowed to tell me to leave, you know. I won't be offended."

"No, that is not what I meant," he said indignantly. "I meant to ask you if you'd like to join me in watching it."

"That would be nice," she said, slightly surprised he'd ask her that.

"We do have two hours to spare," he said. "What do you wish to do? I don't have much to offer here, so please don't be harsh in your requests."

"I've got some cool stuff over in my room. You wanna come?" she asked.

He nearly choked on his own spit, but hid his surprise. "Leave this room?"

"Yeah. There's food there, but not much else," she shrugged. "Are you going to leave?"

"I have nowhere to run off to," he sighed.

They sat in a tense silence for a moment, and she caught his eye. They were cold and sparkling like emeralds, but there was a muted sadness behind them. 

"I'm sorry I asked," she murmured. "I know about your trial on Asgard and your-"

"Don't mention them," he snarled. "You must be truly ignorant to bring them up before me."

She swallowed hard and glanced down at the floor. 

He sighed and tilted her chin up. "Fret not, mortal. Let us forget this and move on to much better things."

She nodded, but avoided his gaze. He reached for her hand but she stood up and walked away before he could touch her. She unlocked the door again and left it open, obviously signing for him to follow. 

He was hurt by her rejection. Yet another doesn't accept you. Why has this surprised you? he thought to himself. He closed the door behind him and walked down the hallway quietly. She opened her door and he stepped over the threshold hesitantly.

These were her chambers. She lived and slept here, and he was entering them per invitation. Though Loki was not a sentimental person, this struck him as something important. 

He supposed that he had done the same for her, though he hadn't technically invited her in. 

He eyed her things. There was a jewelry box on her dresser and her bed was unmade. Little things, he noticed. Pictures of her and the Avengers were stuck in her mirror and scattered along the top of her desk. He noted one of her and Thor. Thor was holding her high, and she was laughing. 

He felt a streak of bitterness cross his mind. She had never laughed like that around him. He snagged the picture and tucked it into his breeches' pockets. 

"Sorry, had to put those files away." She emerged from a back room and then plopped down on her bed. She tossed him a bar of chocolate.

He fumbled with it for a moment. "What is this?"

"Good stuff," she said, breaking off a piece of her own. "It's the most amazing of Midgardian foods. Now let's go back to your room. The sun's going to rise soon, and my windows are facing the wrong way."

He nodded and took a bite of the chocolate. It was indeed one of the more tastier things he'd consumed in his life. 

She opened the tall door and they went back to his room. He looked at the door longingly as it sealed itself again. 

"Shame you're supposed to be locked up in here. I'd like to have you over more often. Maybe get some Polaroids of you up on my wall."

"Polaroids?" 

"The little pictures you saw."

"Oh yes. You'd take them with me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" She laughed. "If you want, I can open up the balcony for you. We can watch the sunrise from there."

He nodded. He'd never been out on that balcony before. It overlooked the city he'd failed to conquer, so he hadn't been exactly eager to go out there. But the notion of going out there with _________ was appealing. 

"That would be lovely," he said, nodding slightly. 

She unlocked the door and took him out there. They watched as the sky began to light up, gradient from black to light purple. Red began to melt over the horizon, and the vermillion sun peeped over the skyline.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Her smile had a glow of it's own. 

"I've seen things much more beautiful than that," he murmured. He reached for her hand and this time she didn't jolt away. She entwined her fingers between his. He was mildly surprised that she hadn't flinched away. 

She turned to him. "Your hands are really cold."

He cringed.

"I like that." She brushed his face with featherlight fingertips.

He glanced into her eyes for a moment and he brushed his lips against hers. Her lips were so warm and soft.

He pulled away and then frowned. "I am so sorry, I-"

Her lips grazed his, a soft interruption. His fingertips skimmed her cheeks and he cupped her face in his hands. She pulled away and smiled up at him. She wrapped her arms around him.

It was the first time since he'd lost New York that he'd felt anything akin to love, and it was the most pleasant thing he'd ever felt in his life, as the stale emotion washed over him anew. He took a deep sniff of her soft hair and closed his eyes. 

It was the first time since he'd lost his family that he hadn't felt like he wanted to die. 
To pay back for Bittersweet, loves :D I don't want to hurt you that much

There will be a humorous version of this, or a follow up. Vote on which one in the comments, dears 

Thank you so much for the support, I love you all immensely 
~Sigyn
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