Characters: Loki x Reader
Category: Chaptered Story
Genre: Friendship/ Love/ Romance
Synopsis: The reader renders a great service to Loki unknowingly. Not used to being in anyone's debt, our favourite God of Mischief offers a strange favour in return. Will the reader trust him enough to take up the offer?
Chapter summary: Loki finally meets the reader's family—reader does something unexpected—Loki exhibits a different side of his personality
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‘So how did you two meet?’
You almost choke on your chicken. You knew you were bound to face these questions sometime in the evening, but you hadn’t expected it this soon. Taking a copious gulp of the wine, you look over to your youngest sister who has her eyes fixed on Loki.
He comes to your rescue immediately. ‘I met her during an operation.’
'So you guys work together!’ your brother interjects. ‘How come you never mentioned it, Y/N?’
‘W-we work in different departments,' you say, irritated by the sudden case of nerves that overwhelms you.
‘Which is why it seemed almost unbelievable that I met her,' Loki grins.
‘Unbelievable indeed,’ snorts your brother. He is the worst, never losing a chance to tease you. ‘How are you two even...I mean,' he gesticulates in your general direction. ‘She is...’
Your sister-in-law frowns and jabs him in the chest.
‘Way out of my league?’ counters Loki. You could not have been more grateful to him at that moment. He gives you a small smile which you return.
You brother seems taken aback. That was definitely not what he was getting at. He blinks stupidly, his mouth slightly gaping.
‘I don’t believe it either,’ Loki continues. ‘She’s kind, intelligent, charming, loyal, not to mention beautiful. I was captivated the first time I saw her.’
Now that was just laying it a bit too thick. As everyone turns to you with varied amount of surprise and disbelief on their faces, you roll your eyes and snort. ‘C’mon, the first time? The first time I saw you I thought you hated me! You barely uttered two words in my presence.’
‘I was nervous. I did not know what to say!’
You see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He’s enjoying this. You take refuge in the food to hide the rising heat in your cheeks.
‘How long have you been together?’ asks your father.
‘About six months—.’
'Two months—’
You whip around at Loki just as he turns to you. This is not good. This is so not good. This is exactly what you have been dreading.
