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love-toxin · 2 years

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a/n: so sorry i deleted your ask, anon, but i had your request written so here it is! ♡

ellie's sentence starter prompts

xxv - "Don't just say you love me, prove it."

xii - "I've been waiting for this all day."

xxxi - "You're mine."

(cws: fem reader, fingering, foreplay, semi-public, mild arguing + the slightest hints of angst but it's fluffy)

"Rob, I didn't mean to say it. It just slipped out."

It's pretty difficult to have a heart-to-heart when you're following your girlfriend around the store, and she's picking up and putting away VHS tapes like it's some kind of extreme sport. But this is how Robin likes to cope with stress--by keeping busy.

And unluckily for you, you've put a lot of stress on her shoulders with what happened this afternoon.

"Oh, it just slipped out? You just accidentally told someone you're dating Hawkins' favourite pretty boy?"

"I panicked! I'm sorry, okay?" In truth, it was really a slip of the tongue. You've practiced what you would say if anyone ever questioned you on your relationship, whether it be parents or teachers or strangers on the street--but you didn't actually think it would happen like it did today. One of the girls in your chem class, who you had been getting notes from, asked who it was you were dating completely out of the blue. Knowing people like her, she probably was curious about whether you were lying or not, since you and Robin tend to keep things on the down low for obvious reasons. Small towns aren't exactly the most welcoming places for a pair of weirdos also doubling as lesbians.

But instead of coming up with something on the spot, an elaborate half-truth to get out of outing yourself and your girlfriend to her and by extension all of Hawkins, you'd blurted out the first thing that came to mind. And oh, did Robin have quite the earful for you after a very silent ride in Steve's car to get all three of you to Family Video for their shift.

"No, it's fine. Totally fine." She mutters, and trails off as she finishes stacking a set of New Release tapes on the return rack. "I'll just tell Steve about his new girlfriend. Bet he'll be psyched."

The last one hits the top with a thwack that resonates through the entire store, you're sure even Steve could hear it around the front as he swept the leaves off the curb outside. And Robin turns to face you finally, her eyes big and glimmery with hurt but her brow set like she's trying to make it seem like she doesn't give a fuck. She's been testy lately for a variety of reasons, but it's always cute...until she's mad at you, of course. Then, it stings.

"You could've picked anyone, and you picked him. And if that ever happened, like, really happened, I would just....die."

You want to say something so badly, to comfort her, to take the hand of the woman you love and tell her all the reasons why you want to be with her forever. But for the second time, you can't get out what you really want to say--and instead of saying the wrong thing, the worst thing, this time you say nothing at all. Your mouth parts, hung half-open only to close back again when your voice refuses to come out, and her eyes dart down to your lips before she huffs and stalks away from you, hands outstretched to push through the door to the back and maybe, hopefully, get away from you for awhile.

Not so. If you can't say anything, you're gonna do something. Company policy be damned, your foot catches the door before it falls closed all the way, and you catch her by the wrist before she can get more than an arm's reach away. She's already not the most athletic, nor has the best constitution--so it's relatively easy to shove her around and pin her back to the door, her breath fleeing in a sudden gasp when you do so.

"I love you."

There's no way for it not to echo here, in the small space in the back of Family Video. But you can't bring yourself to care--you want it to seep into the walls, for someone's ears to catch your voice as you say it. For someone, anyone, to know that you love Robin Buckley with all your heart.

"Don't just say you love me. Prove it." It comes out in a whisper, her lips cinching tight after it does only for her eyes to drop to yours. Your brow quirks up, to her it must say "prove it?" and she nods, already void of the air she needs to stay standing. As evident by the way her knees buckle immediately when you press your lips to her shoulder, on that small window of space where her vest's left a precious slice of skin exposed.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

"Proving it." You mouth at the soft spot of her neck, hands descending down her sides with your fingers outstretched to catch the loose threads of her uniform, remind her that you've trimmed your nails recently. Very recently. Like this morning, when you anticipated a fun night and some sacred alone time with your girl.

The bite that comes after isn't meant to hurt, but you're sure it does a little bit since you know she's so sensitive there. It draws a whine from her throat and it takes everything within you not to chuckle, because she's so fucking cute it's unfair. Unfair that she can go around looking so dorky and clumsy and awkward and fuckable. Your hand slips under the belt of her pants, an "oops" making its way off your smirking mouth because there's no one on earth that would believe it's accidental. And Robin can do nothing but clasp at your wrist, blunt nails painlessly digging into your skin as she cups her other hand over her mouth and smothers her shaky, soft moans as you noiselessly slide her panties to the side and dip a finger inside her. Slowly, quietly because she's already a little damp from getting a hickey, you watch that doubt leak away as you push deeper inside her, listening for any of those trembling gasps of your name. They're always the sweetest when they're involuntary, when she just can't hold them back because it feels too damn good.

"Robin, why's the door locked?"

But she jumps at the clacking sound of the door handle being grabbed and turned, Steve's voice laced with concern on the other side as he calls out, completely unknowing.

"Beat it, Harrington!"

She pulses, clenches around you when you speak so aggressively, the hand that's been covering her face closing into a tight fist as she silently begs for him to go away.

"What are you-"

"Busy!" She cries back, frustration coming out in the edge of her voice as the back of her head hits the door. "G-Getting boxes! Just a minute!"

"I...okay, I guess."

Sweet, completely oblivious Steve, it won't dawn on him what's happening until much later, you're sure. Shame you're gonna have to leave Robin to deal with the fallout when it happens, but yet again you've had to cover in a haste and you didn't have much choice. You stir your lonely digit inside her, get a feel for how she's tensing and squeezing around you like she's trying to milk the feeling as much as she can--but before long those eyes that were screwed shut in pleasure have opened again, and she taps hurriedly on your arm as a sign for you to extract your hand from her at once. It's a gentle process and a slow one, you hook your pinky into her panties to slide them back and pull on the waist of her pants to pull your hand out without catching it on anything--and when you raise your hand to your mouth, the words flutter out as easily as if you had practiced them.

"I've been waiting for this all day."

With that, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth and press your wet finger into it, a shudder immediately running through your body when you taste it, and hers when she watches you suck her slick off your hand as if it's some kind of honey-sweet nectar. It really could be, she tastes so divine--and when it's gone, it's like the stockroom doesn't exist and you just want more.

"O-Okay.." Only when she manages to catch that fleeting breath is she able to speak coherently, although in barely a whisper out of fear of Steve overhearing. "Okay, you proved it. Jesus. You're crazy."

You love that she says it with a smile. A breathless, rosy-cheeked one, that you want so badly to kiss but she does it first--she practically dives in for it, her hands on her belt first to readjust it before they come up to cup your cheeks.

"I...I've got a whole shift to get through, and I'm just gonna be thinking about you." The flutter of her lashes as she looks at you, the myriad of other thoughts she swallows down to save herself from riling you up further, the love in her sigh as she basks in the glow of your touch...it's all just perfect.

"Good. It'll keep your eyes off any pretty girls. You're mine." You can afford to be cheeky, another kiss stolen off her lips that she melts into without any hesitation. And another, and another, and another still, until she's pulling away to put herself back into place and dust herself off of your influence.

"Phew....you gotta leave out the back, or Steve'll know-"

"-Know that I tried to finger his coworker in your stockroom?" She pushes on your arm, nose adorably crinkled as you giggle at your own dirty joke. But you sober up as the laughter dies down, and twirl a strand of her hair around your finger.

"I love you, baby. And I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean it."

"It's okay. I know you didn't, and I forgive you. And I love you. Too." She pecks you on the nose, her hands itching to get more of you but her good sense getting the better of her. Steve's probably already pacing around the counter, wondering what's taking you and her so long--maybe he thinks you're having a fight. How wrong he would be. "I can't wait to finish. I'll miss you."

"Oh, and I'll finish you when you get to my place. Smell ya later, Buckley." You flash her a wink and a grin, and with that you're stepping back and getting on your way towards the back door while she tries to shake that blush and the big, giddy smile off her face.

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 2 years

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Misunderstanding

Word count: 6800

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, angst, mild swearing

Alright, another two-prompter fic here! This combines this prompt from an anon asking for reader and Loki to get in a fight when she leaves without telling him, as well as this prompt where Loki and reader watch a Christmas movie together. I don't do a ton of angst in my fics (since my blog name has 'fluff' in it 😂) but it's nice to slip some in every once in a while for a change of pace. I always promise a fluffy ending 😊

You awoke to your phone buzzing on your nightstand. Drowsily, you opened your eyes and blinked away the blurred remnants of sleep, rolling over and fumbling for your phone. The sun had barely risen, a beam of orange light streaming through the crack in your window shade. Who the hell could be calling at this hour?

The screen showed your friend's name, which was even more surprising. You'd thought she had gone away with a few of your friends already to the Bahamas for a short vacation in the tropics. Maybe she was leaving tomorrow? What would make her call you now?

You tapped the phone screen blindly a few times, finally finding the 'answer call' button.

"... Hello?" you slurred.

"Hey! I'm so sorry, did I wake you up?"

You glanced at your clock on your nightstand, letting out a breathy laugh. "Well, most people aren't awake at five-thirty in the morning when they have the weekend off work. But you've got me up now, what is it?"

"Ok, so I know this is a longshot, and you hate going anywhere without planning three months or more in advance, but... Derek is sick, and he won't be able to make the trip this weekend. Would you be interested in going in his place?"

"Uh..." You were slowly waking up now, heart beating faster at the mere suggestion. You prided yourself on being a planner. Everything had to be in order before you went anywhere, ever. Your friends liked to tease you about it, urging you to try to be a little more spontaneous here and there. But the idea of taking a trip on the drop of a dime made your anxiety flare.

You hated that you felt this way. You'd give anything to be able to be more spontaneous and go places on a moment's notice with your friends. But wishing and doing were two very different things.

Still, you did have the weekend off. If you were ever going to try to do something spur-of-the-moment, this was the perfect time to do so. And your friends had been planning this trip for months - they most certainly would take care of you, wouldn't they?

"Hello? Are you still there?"

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry. Still half asleep," you groaned.

"Well, I kind of need an answer... I'm going to have to call some other people if you can't make it, and I'd much rather it be you."

"Well... you know what? Sure. I'll do it."

Your friend screeched into the phone, and you held it a few inches away from your ear, wincing.

"Ohmygod THANK YOU!! I'm so psyched you're coming!! You should probably go pack your bags - don't forget to bring a couple swimsuits, and a sweatshirt in case it gets chilly at night."

"I was sort of hoping to sleep a little longer... what time does the flight leave tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" There was a beat of silence. "The flight leaves in four hours."

"What??" You nearly dropped your phone on the floor. "I... I didn't realize..."

"Are you still up for it? I totally understand if not, but I really need you to decide ASAP so I can make some calls."

"... Are you going to pick me up on the way to the airport?"

"Say the word and I'll do it."

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Alright. I'll go pack."

"YES!! OK, I'll see you in an hour. BYE!" The end call beep sounded in your ear, leaving you lying there in disbelief that you'd just agreed to this.

In a flurry, you rushed around your room throwing things haphazardly into a suitcase. It was December, and so you had to dig deep in your drawers and closet for your summer clothes. You still took the extra time to count the pairs of underwear you included in your suitcase, making sure you had a couple extra pairs with you as you always did. You rushed into the bathroom, throwing your toothbrush and other toiletries into a bag. A quick glance in the mirror made you cringe - pulling out your brush from the bag you'd just packed it in, you dragged it roughly through your hair to smooth it down at least a little to make yourself semi-presentable to be out in public. Deciding it was good enough, you tossed the brush back in the bag and threw it in your suitcase, just as there was a knock on your apartment door.

The next thing you knew, you were in your friend's car with two other friends of yours on your way to the airport. The sun at least had risen fully in the sky by now, although you sort of wished it hadn't so you could get some sleep, even if it would only be for twenty minutes. You threw the hood of your sweatshirt up over your eyes and leaned your head against the car door, shutting your eyes in an attempt to sleep.

Suddenly, your eyes flew open when you realized you had literally told no one where you were going. You sat bolt upright, pulling out your phone to make some calls, but you were interrupted when the car pulled into the parking garage and your friends jumped out of the car.

"Hurry! We're running later than I thought," your friend urged. Forgetting about calling your other friends and family, you rushed out of the car and grabbed your suitcase, hurrying into the airport to get checked in.

The entire trip through the airport was a stressful one. You and your friends rushed from the bag check counter to the security check lines, making it through in no time before making a beeline for your flight gate. You honestly weren't sure where you'd lost so much time, but you didn't have time to dwell on it, as the flight was already boarding when you reached the gate. The four of you slipped into the back of the line, breathing a sigh of relief as you boarded the plane after everyone else.

It wasn't until the plane took off that you remembered you'd never called anyone to tell them you were leaving. If you'd had the chance, you would have called your best friend, who didn't quite fit into your other circles of friends. You and Loki had struck up an unlikely friendship when you started working for Tony Stark in his lab as a lab assistant. You suspected he only talked to you initially because he was tired of talking to the Avengers all day, every day. To him, you must have been a breath of fresh air, being someone who he hadn't tried to kill or otherwise mess with in the past. Over time, you both discovered you had a lot in common, like your dry, sarcastic sense of humor and your distaste for excessively upbeat personalities. He'd quickly become the person you sought out when you wanted to talk to someone, and he often came to you with woes of his and his brother's arguments.

You felt terribly that you didn't have the chance to tell him you left, but he'd flaked out on you in the past when you made plans, and this couldn't be that different. You knew he'd be there when you came back, and you'd explain it all to him then. In the meantime, you were bound and determined to enjoy yourself on this impromptu vacation.

It was a wonderful, sunny three days in the tropics. You spent hours lounging on the beach, learning how to paddleboard, going off on boat rides, and simply enjoying the sunshine. A part of you was incredibly proud for making the decision to step out of your comfort zone. It hadn't been easy, and it certainly had been a whirlwind of a ride getting here, but it was absolutely worth it in the end.

The four of you took a late flight home on the last day. Your face was slightly sunburnt, and you were exhausted from traveling, but you were content. It was a much smoother process getting home to the airport now that you weren't scrambling to catch a flight. In no time at all, you were falling asleep in the back of your friend's car as she drove you home to your apartment.

By the time you arrived home late that evening, any thoughts of doing anything other than collapsing in your bed had vanished. Leaving your bag completely packed, you crawled under the covers and fell asleep almost immediately. Tomorrow, you’d go visit Loki, you told yourself. He’d probably missed you these last few days, especially since you left so abruptly. But you tried not to overthink it – the whole point of agreeing to this impromptu trip was to escape those anxious thoughts for a while, to prove to yourself you could be spontaneous and carefree if only just once in your life.

The following morning, you awoke to the sunlight blaring through your bedroom window. It was a bit later than you’d hoped to wake up, but you felt refreshed after a good night’s sleep, so you knew it was worth it. You took the time to unpack your suitcase, knowing you’d regret it if you waited and put it off for later. The hot water in the shower felt fantastic against your skin, already feeling the chill from the winter cold after being in the tropical heat the last few days. Maybe you took a few extra minutes to enjoy the steamy bathroom air while you finished getting dressed and ready. Finally, you were on your way over to the Avengers tower to visit your best friend.

When you entered the tower, you greeted the secretary at the front desk and headed past her to the elevator. They knew you well enough by now to know you didn’t need assistance finding your way around. You headed straight up to the lounge, knowing you’d find at least a few of the Avengers hanging out there at this time of the afternoon.

Sure enough, you found Thor, Peter, and Tony hanging out in front of the large TV playing one of Peter’s video games. You didn’t want to interrupt mid-game, especially given how heated the three of them were as they battled one another. Patiently, you stood behind the sofa and observed while they finished the round.

“Ah-ha! You have fallen to the mighty God of Thunder once again!” Thor suddenly whooped, leaping to his feet as Peter and Tony groaned.

“Ugh, that’s the fourth time in a row! Seriously, you’ve got to have this rigged,” Peter griped.

“Aww, you guys are just sore losers,” you interjected. The three of them whipped their heads around in surprise toward the sound of your voice, erupting in a chorus of ‘hellos’ and ‘where have you been’s.’

“Have you seen Loki yet?” Thor asked, a strangely concerned look on his face.

“No, I came over to visit him! Where is he?”

“Oh, er, before you go looking for him, you should know…”

“So, you’ve returned.”

You spun around, hearing the smooth, baritone voice of your closest friend from the doorway. Your face lit up when you saw Loki, grinning as you rushed toward him to wrap him in an embrace.

“Loki! I missed you!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him. He didn’t return your hug, however – his muscles stiffened under your arms, chest rising sharply as he sucked in a breath, bristling under your touch. Releasing him, you stepped back to get a better look at his face. His eyes were dark, the corners of his mouth downturned in a frown, brows heavy in a clear fit of anger. “Loki? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” he barked, laughing humorlessly.

“Alright, alright, shows over kids – let’s get out of here before they blow up the place,” Tony quipped, motioning for Thor and Peter to follow. On his way out, Thor offered you an apologetic look before disappearing through the door, leaving you alone with the seething younger Asgardian.

“Loki, I –”

“Do you realize how I felt when you suddenly vanished without any indication of where you were going?” Loki cut you off, his blue-green eyes boring into yours sharply. “Where in the Nine Realms have you been??”

“My friend called me last minute to go on a trip with them, I didn’t have time to –”

“Oh, so you were off galivanting then? Is that right?” He tutted, an unpleasant smile plastered to his face. “How very wonderful for you.”

“Hey! You don’t own me, Loki! I can do what I want!” you snapped, a fire beginning to blaze in your belly. “If I want to go on a spontaneous trip, I’m allowed to do that. I don’t need your permission!”

“Honestly – you think I wanted you to ask for permission?!” Loki’s voice was increasing in volume now, eyes wild with anger. “A simple phone call would have sufficed! I had no idea where you were all this time! Do you not understand how that made me feel??”

“I didn’t have time! I told you, it was last minute! And anyhow, I don’t need to keep you updated on my whereabouts at all hours of the day, Loki!” you seethed, balling your hands into fists at your sides. “You sound like a controlling boyfriend! It’s not a good look on you.”

He shook his head, giving you a hard glare. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“No. Enlighten me, Loki.” You spat his name as though it were vile, a bitter taste in your mouth.

Loki grabbed hold of your shoulders, squeezing firmly. “You’re friends with the Avengers. The earth’s ‘mightiest heroes,’ enemies to villains all over the Nine Realms. Don’t you think that when you suddenly disappeared out of character that my mind might jump to the worst possible conclusion?? What if you’d been captured, kidnapped, stolen as leverage against us??” You winced as his fingers dug a little too hard into your shoulders, and he noticed immediately, removing his hands from you. “Were you thinking about ANYONE other than yourself??”

Deep down, a part of you realized he was right. You hadn’t considered what your friends might think, that they’d worry about you. But gods, if he wasn’t making you so angry right now, treating you the way he was. You were proud of yourself for taking this spontaneous trip. Yes, it was out of character, but that was the whole point of making this decision.

“You know what? I don’t have to stand here and let you talk to me like this.” You turned on your heel and began storming toward the door, away from the infuriating god. You heard his heavy footsteps following after you.

“So you’re just going to run away from this?? Don’t be a coward,” he roared, his fingers clasping around your elbow. You yanked your arm from his grasp, whirling around with eyes blazing.

“Don’t TOUCH me!” you fumed, pleased to see he actually took a step backward in surprise. “I’m leaving. Don’t follow me. If you must know, I’m going home. Add it to your tracking list of my whereabouts, why don’t you?” With that, you spun around and entered the elevator, slamming the close doors button the moment you stepped inside. As the doors shut, you looked back and saw a dark, pained expression cross Loki’s face. The part of you that was still his friend ached for him, but the furious part of you decided he deserved it.

The moment you arrived home, you went straight to your bedroom and collapsed on your bed, sobbing white hot tears of rage. How could he do this to you? He knew what a huge step this was, how anxious you got about not having every aspect of your life planned out to the finest detail. Loki was supposed to be your best friend, and he was doing a damned shitty job of it.

How could he shout at you like that? How could he not see how it hurt you? He had no right to scold you like a child the way he did. How dare he act as if he was in control of all your life decisions?

Your anger began to fade as the tears streamed down your face. It disintegrated into more of a dark, helpless sadness. You’d never had a fight quite like that with Loki. Sure, you squabbled and bantered as all friends do, but never once had he hollered at you with the intent to make you hurt. You supposed you had done the same thing to him. What was going to happen to your friendship now? Could he ever forgive you? Could you forgive him?

The idea of losing your friendship with Loki stung more than any of his words. The pair of you hadn’t been friends for more than a year, and yet he was such a constant in your life. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly – you had a few close friends, and that was about the extent of your support system. Loki, by far, was the first person you thought of when you needed to vent about something, or when something exciting happened and you were bursting at the seams to share it with someone. He had this brutal, sarcastic honesty about him that kept you grounded, and yet there was a secret, kind side to him he typically kept hidden. But not from you. He went out of his way to pay you a visit, or invite you to stroll the city with him, exactly at the time you most needed a friend. Either he cared deeply about you, or he simply didn’t want to lose the person who had become his sounding board to rant about his brother and his friends. You liked to think it was the former.

You couldn’t go back there today to talk to him. The fear of what he might say held you hostage here in your apartment, scared he might continue to berate you and chastise you. Instead, you spent most of the afternoon curled up on your bed, scrolling through your phone or otherwise trying to take a nap to forget about all this for just a little while.

By the time you’d managed to convince yourself to leave the sanctuary of your room, the sun had already set. The rest of your apartment was pitch black outside of your room. You didn’t necessarily mind it. It suited your mood fairly well, in fact – the heavy, occlusive blackness felt like a reflection of the intense aching in your chest and throat. Still, you couldn’t see very well in the dark, so you flipped on the light in your living room in the name of self-preservation. While you were at it, you plugged in the lights on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Maybe a little festive light would brighten your spirits.

You didn’t feel much like cooking, so you grabbed a frozen meal out of the freezer and popped it in the microwave. These things always stayed a little cold in the middle, but you didn’t care. You were only eating because you knew you needed to anyway.

As you cleaned up your disappointing meal, you were startled by a knock on your door. Grumbling about how late in the evening it was to entertain visitors, especially if it was a salesperson, you shuffled over to the door and cracked it open to peek outside.

“Loki.” You pulled the door open the rest of the way to reveal your dark-haired trickster friend standing in the hallway. He seemed smaller than his usual, regal self – more slouchy, even sheepish-looking perhaps. It was hard to determine if you felt relieved or overwhelmed, or maybe even a renewed bout of anger. Rather than try to work through your own emotions while you stood there at the door, you raised your eyebrows and tilted your head to urge him to speak.

“Might I come in?” he asked. His voice had lost the bite it had earlier when he’d reprimanded you. That, at least, was comforting.

“Why should I?” you shot back flatly, folding your arms across your chest. He responded by pulling his arm out from behind his back, a movie (that he’d clearly borrowed from Tony) held in his hand.

“I thought perhaps we could watch a Christmas movie. I know you enjoy them.”

You narrowed your eyes, reading the box. “That’s A Muppet Family Christmas. You hate that movie.”

“Yes, but I know it’s your favorite.” Loki looked so hopeful as he gazed at you. And the sentiment behind what he was offering meant more than one would think – he never allowed you to pick the movie when you gathered for a movie night unless he approved it first. You couldn’t hide the tiny smile pulling at the corner of your mouth, your arms loosening a bit.

“Fine. I’ll make hot chocolate.” You waved him inside, turning your back to him to busy yourself in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you pulled out the bottle of milk (because everyone knew hot chocolate made with milk was so much better than water) and grabbed the hot chocolate mix from the cupboard. Loki took a seat on the stool at the kitchen island, watching in silence as you prepared two mugs and popped them in the microwave. While the mugs heated, you turned around to face your companion, leaning back against the countertop as you tried to come up with something to say.

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t have to, apparently.

“What?” you asked, startled by his abrupt apology.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I was angry, hurt, confused… I took all of that out on you in the moment. So, I apologize.”

You sighed, approaching the opposite side of the kitchen island, and leaning your elbows on it. “I’m sorry too. I hadn’t realized what my leaving for a few days without saying anything would do to you. I wanted to call, but it was so short notice, and there was no cell phone service when we landed, and –”

“Please. It’s alright. I forgive you.” He reached across the counter to grasp your hand in his. “I was terrified something might have happened to you. You never go traveling on a whim.”

“I know, that’s the point.” The microwave beeped, and Loki released your hand so you could attend to the hot chocolate. After a quick stir, you put them back in for a bit longer, returning to the island. “I never do anything spontaneous. And the opportunity came up, and I just… I wanted so badly to just be that spontaneous, carefree person everyone else seems to be. To ignore the worries of going on a trip completely unplanned.”

“I understand.” Loki offered you a weak smile. “And I am proud of you for it. I know how hard it must have been.”

“Thanks.” You returned his small smile, leaning on the countertop once again.

“I want you to know – I don’t need to know where you are at every moment of every day. But, please, if you do go away for a few days on short notice, please tell me? I couldn’t bear the thought that I may have lost you, that it could have been my fault something happened to you…”

“Shh, Loki, it’s alright. I promise, ok?” It was your turn to take his hand in yours. “I wasn’t even thinking about that sort of thing. It was naïve of me. I’m sorry.”

The microwave beeped once again, and you retrieved the two steaming ceramic mugs from inside, handing one carefully to your companion. You’d been the one to introduce him to hot chocolate. Admittedly, he’d been skeptical that drinking chocolate would be a pleasant treat, but when you’d finally convinced him to try a sip, he’d been hooked ever since. You held your mug up, tapping the side against his mug.

“To a cozy night in with my best friend?”

Loki shook his head with a grin. “You know, you’ve truly made me go soft, mortal. I shouldn’t allow you to get in my head like this.”

“Oh, you love cozy nights in like this and you know it.” Stepping around the kitchen island, you motioned for him to follow you to the living room. “So, are you still going to watch the movie with me? Or was that just a ploy to help you apologize?”

“I beg your pardon – I am a man of my word. I came to watch this movie with you, however ridiculous it may be, and I intend to do just that.”

You snorted. “A man of your word? You’re literally the God of Lies.”

“Yes, but I am not the God of Broken Promises.” Taking his mug with him, he followed you to the living room. He moved toward the television to pop in the movie, but you stopped him.

“Wait! Hang on – I’m gonna get some blankets, it’s cold,” you insisted.

“You realize that you have control of your heat, I hope,” he teased.

“Yes, and I also have to pay for my heat. Besides – it’s more fun to keep the house a little chilly and snuggle up under a blanket than to just keep it at a normal temperature.” You heard Loki chuckling and calling you ridiculous as you disappeared into your bedroom, pulling out your oversized fleece blanket and dragging it out to the living room. Loki had already sat himself down on one end of the sofa, the movie set on pause while he waited for you to return. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, you threw the blanket over the both of you, turning yourself sideways to rest your feet on the couch cushions with a slight bend in your knees so as not to accost Loki with your cold feet.

“I’ll have you know – I will not watch this movie willingly again. Consider yourself fortunate,” Loki drawled.

“Oh, yay me,” you responded sarcastically. “Alright, enough whining. Unpause the movie.”

Muttering under his breath about ‘ungrateful mortals,’ he did as you asked, starting the film as you settled deeper into the couch cushions. He cringed the moment the opening song began on the screen, and you bit the inside of your cheek in an effort not to laugh. Loki could be so dramatic sometimes. Although, you supposed you wouldn’t be such close friends if he weren’t a little extra every so often.

Sitting here, tucked under a blanket by the glow of the Christmas tree and a nostalgic Christmas movie playing on your television, drinking hot chocolate, you wondered if it could get any better. Most importantly, you were no longer fighting with Loki. Your heart was tearing to pieces when you were angry with one another. This sort of quiet evening together with your best friend was exactly what you needed to get past the hurt and emotional turmoil of the day.

A little ways into the movie, you felt the urge to adjust yourself to get more comfortable. In the process of shifting, you accidentally tapped Loki’s leg with your foot. His head swiveled to look at you in shock.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to kick you.”

“Your feet are freezing,” he stated.

“Uh… yeah. They’re kind of always cold in the winter.”

He glared at you contemptuously. “Perhaps they wouldn’t be if you kept your heat at a temperature suitable for mortals.”

“Hey! If you want to pay my heating bill, then be my guest. Until then, I’m keeping it at the temperature I want.” For good measure, you stretched your legs out further to rest your feet against his leg.

“Aren't you wearing socks, and lying under a blanket? Gods, how are your feet still this cold?” He grabbed hold of your feet, scooting over a bit to rest them in his lap as you whined and protested.

“Wha- HEY! Loki! My feet are gross, don’t put them in your lap.”

“Your feet are just fine. Excluding the fact that they’re like ice.” He wrapped both hands around one of your feet, rubbing his palms firmly up and down both sides to create heat through friction. Your protests died at your lips, letting out a little involuntary sigh of content. Loki glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a smirk forming on his lips. “Not complaining now, are you?”

“Mm… just keep doing that,” you breathed, sinking into the sofa. With a throaty, rumbling laugh, he switched to warm your other foot, looking positively charmed at your blissful expression. You returned your attention to the movie, eyelids beginning to feel heavy when he began kneading his fingers into your soles once he was satisfied with the temperature of your feet.

At some point, Loki began to become distracted by the movie, his touch losing some of its weight. It didn’t bother you much at first, but when he started sliding his thumb gently up and down the arch of your foot, you had to bite your tongue to keep from giggling. No way were you letting your mischievous friend find out you were ticklish. He’d never let you live it down.

You were in a predicament now. If you acted too quickly and jerked your feet away, he’d definitely figure it out. But if you didn’t move soon, you were positive you were going to break out into hysterical giggles. Maybe you could come up with some excuse that you had to get up. Did he want more hot chocolate? Could you feign needing to go to the bathroom?

Your thoughts were interrupted when his thumb flitted over the ball of your foot, and you couldn’t prevent a small twitch of your leg. Please don’t notice, please don’t notice, please don’t…

“Alright there, darling?”

… notice.

“Hmm? I’m fine, why do you ask?”

He eyed you suspiciously, as though trying to evaluate your expression. “No reason.” Loki turned back to the television, and you did the same, sighing happily as he pressed his fingertips more firmly into your other foot.

Gradually, the pressure in his fingers lightened again until he was simply ghosting his fingertips across the arch of your foot. You shifted to try to hide the desperate urge to twitch and jolt away from his touch, trying to play it off as getting more comfortable while trying to pull your feet back closer to your body. Loki had other ideas – grabbing hold of one of your ankles to prevent you from retracting it.

“Going somewhere?”

Shit. You knew that tone.

“L-Loki…” you warned, tugging at your ankle. He tightened his grasp, impishly fluttering his fingers along your sole. “HEHEY!”

“You seem to be hiding something. I thought we agreed, no more secrets.” His tone was firm, as though scolding you, but his eyes were alight with mischief. He knew what he was doing. He just wanted to make you admit it.

“N-no, we agree-HEED no m-more long trips with-OHOUT telling you first,” you corrected, gritting your teeth to try to suppress the giggles that kept spilling out as his fingertips grazed agonizingly slowly over the arch of your trapped foot.

“Are you admitting you’re hiding something, then?”

“That’s not what I-HI-ha… ahem… nohot what I said,” you coughed, trying to cover up the laugh that burst from your chest when his tickling fingers found the spot where your arch became the upper part of your foot. A wicked grin evolved on his face, and he began to scratch at the spot in a targeted attack. You sucked in a breath, turning your head toward the television so you wouldn’t have to look at his maddeningly smug face.

“There’s no reason to continue to deny it, darling. I’ve obviously already discovered you’re ticklish.”

You whipped your head around back toward your trickster friend to protest, but he suddenly shifted to grab hold of your foot with both hands, scratching eight fingers into your sole. This broke you, a bubbling stream of giggles bursting through your mouth. The way his smug smirk broadened set butterflies in your stomach.

“O-ho-kahay! I admit ihit! Are you h-HAH-happy?”

“Oh, quite happy, actually. I’ve just discovered a way for you to make it up to me after running off and making me worry.”

“Wahait! That’s not fa-HAIR – LOKI!” You kicked at him with your free foot, successfully freeing your other one but at the cost of your mischievous friend capturing the previously neglected foot.

“Ah. Asking for me to tickle this one?” he hummed.

“Noho, that wasn’t – NOHO!!” Somehow, this foot was worse than the other; he had the same grip on you as before, but every sweep of his fingers across your sole made your leg jolt as you squeaked in protest. He seemed to recognize this, beginning to laugh along with you.

“You mortals are peculiar creatures. I didn’t realize it was possible to be weaker on one side.”

“SHUT UHUP YOHOU!” you demanded. Loki tutted, shifting to hold your ankle in one hand while worming his way into the space beneath your toes through the fabric of your sock. “AHAH – OH HELL NOHO!!” You sat up, reaching for his hands to prevent him from getting at the hypersensitive spot while you curled your toes as much as possible.

“Hmm.” He grunted as you successfully forced him to move his tickling fingers, then suddenly reached over to claw into your belly. With a startled bark of a laugh, you flopped backward against the sofa to evade him, providing him the opportunity to loop his elbow around your ankle and pull your toes back with one hand while working his way into the previously protected space with the other.

“LOHOKIHIHI YOHOU A-HASS!!” Your abdominal muscles were too weak to sit up and fight him off, so you opted to continue yanking on your foot while he continued to prey on your resolve. At last, he relented, releasing your foot with a chuckle. You scrambled to retract your legs close to your body, hugging your knees to your chest as you stuck your tongue out flippantly at your companion.

“I’m quite surprised it took this long for me to learn of this,” Loki remarked. “You seem to be more ticklish than the average mortal.”

“Am not,” you muttered grumpily. Although, it was difficult to even pretend you were truly annoyed. This little bout of playfulness was a nice distraction from all the fighting you’d done earlier. And you did trust Loki. You knew he would never take things too far if you genuinely got upset with him for it.

“I’m not sure you can debate that point, dear. I’ve known countless mortals in my many years of existence, and arguably, you are indeed more ticklish than any of them.”

“Ah, so you make it a habit to go around tickling people? You know, some might find that to be kind of creepy,” you jested, smirking. He narrowed his eyes mischievously.

“Certainly not strangers, dear. I’ve had my fair share of Midgardian relationships, both friends and lovers.”

“Ew.” You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of that thought. “Now that’s an image I don’t need in my head.”

Loki sat up straighter, giving you a warning look. “What image, pray tell?”

“You with your many Midgardian lovers. How many of those have you had? Wait… actually, don’t tell me.”

“I’ll have you know that I have very high standards,” he retorted. “Most Midgardians don’t live up to them. So, to ease your mind, only a few.”

“Hmm. I’m surprised the Midgardians you took interest in were interested in you in return,” you teased. “Did they know what they were getting themselves into? Dating the God of Mischief?”

“What are you insinuating?”

“Well, you and your mischievous ways… you can get on people’s nerves, you know.” You shot him a teasing wink to let him know you were joking. It didn’t seem to make a difference – you’d already sealed your fate.

“Oh, really?” Loki suddenly lunged across the sofa, wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you back against his chest. “Let’s see how annoying I can be then, hmm?”

“L-Loki, wait a minute – NOHO!!” His fingertips dug into your ribs, and you exploded with desperate laughter. A laugh rumbled in his chest against your back, clearly amused by how easily he’d driven you to hysterics.

“Is this annoying enough for you, darling?” He discovered a spot closer to your back where you began to squirm harder to fight for your escape, only resulting in his scratching deeper and faster into the spot. The damned god was ruthlessly precise in his attack, too perceptive for his own good. You curled your knees up to your chest, as though that might stop him, but he was just unrelenting as he exploited that wretched spot.

“L-LO-HO-KI ANYWHERE EHELSE GOHOHOD!!” you begged frantically.

“Hmm, but I quite like this spot, actually.” He lightened his touch, grazing his fingertips rapidly but gently along the backs of your ribs. Your legs kicked out helplessly, heels beating into the sofa cushion to distract yourself from the horrifically ticklish sensation. Just as you thought you might be able to block some of it out after growing used to it, his hands darted up under your arms, eight fingers clawing into the softest part of your armpits.

“AAGH!! LOHOKI YOU’RE A PEST!!” you hollered through your laughter.

“Oh, I don’t think so. This is being a pest.” His thumbs dug into your collarbones, a spot where you didn’t even know you were ticklish, but gods was it bad. Laughing evilly in your ear, he continued his assault under your arms while kneading circles into the muscles right below your collarbones. You threw your head back against his shoulder, dissolving into near-silent, breathy laughter. Recognizing you’d had enough, he finally showed you some mercy, releasing his hold on you.

You leaned heavily into his chest for a moment, hiccupping as you caught your breath. When you finally started regaining some strength in your core muscles, you sat up and smoothed your hair down, turning to glare playfully at the mischievous god.

“I missed half the movie,” you grumbled. “Now we have to rewind it.”

Loki sighed defeatedly. “I suppose I owe you that much.” He handed you the TV remote so you could back the film up to the last part you recalled paying attention to. You scooted back over to your side of the sofa, rotating to place your feet on the cushions, but not anywhere near your trickster friend. He chuckled warmly at you. “I promise you, I’m done tormenting you tonight.”

“You say that as though you’re going to do it again another day.”

“Oh, darling, that goes without saying,” he confirmed, smirking as your face warmed. “But I’ve already sat through nearly the entire movie once and had to restart midway through. Believe me, I’m not making that mistake again.”

You let out a huff of a breath through your nose, turning to watch the television. Suddenly, you yelped as you felt a cool hand wrap around your ankle, pulling it back toward Loki’s side.

“HEY! You promised!” you disputed, tugging on your leg. He held fast, resting your foot in his lap.

“Relax, darling. I did promise.” He got to work kneading his fingers firmly into your sole, and you melted reluctantly under his kind touch.

“Well… alright. I’ll allow it. But the moment you tickle me again, I’m going to sit on the chair over there,” you warned, a smile forcing its way onto your face.

“Understood. Now, watch your movie. I won’t rewind it again.”

He kept his promise, working out the tension in your feet until you’d nearly fallen asleep on the sofa. You missed the last twenty minutes of the film in your half-asleep stupor, but you didn’t mind. You’d seen the movie a hundred times before.

A distant part of your mind remembered Loki scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room, setting you carefully down in your bed and pulling the covers up to your shoulders. You stirred long enough to turn on your side and look at him, a sleepy smirk crossing your face.

“You gonna give me a kiss goodnight?” you slurred teasingly. A deep laugh rolled in his chest.

“What would I do without a cheeky friend like you?”

“Mm… your life would be a hell of a lot more boring.”

“That it would.” He flicked off the light at your bedside, bidding you goodnight as he left your apartment to head home. Sleep came easily for you that night, knowing that Loki would protect you with his life. You’d never take that for granted again.

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