Why not? I don’t write Loki enough ^^ This is the last one though!
You certainly didn’t ask anyone to place Loki in your care, actually it was more of a lost bet type thing. Fury refused to make a decision so Tony had the brilliant idea of competing for the babysitter gig. For once in your life, you wished Rainbow Road would cut you a little slack, or that Bowser knew how to drive better than you did.
So one Mario Kart crash led to another and next thing you knew, you had a makeshift god living under your roof. In all honesty, they had chalked him up to be much worse than he actually was, aside from his rebellious nature and all the sarcasm he was like any overly-angsty drama queen.
And if he didn’t think he owned the place, you’d have gotten along great.
“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME I’M GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.” You had tried the polite approach, the annoyed-but-indoor-voice approach, and even the next-time-you-can-fight-me line, but Loki refused to listen.
If there was one thing he knew he valued above all else, it was his privacy, and desperate times called for desperate measures.
“But my dear, how could you possibly manage that?” He gave you his most charming smile, eyes glimmering with ‘I’m a god and you’re just a mortal.’ Sometimes your fist really wanted to connect with his Asgardian nose. Fury would forgive you - probably.
“Believe me my dear, I have my ways.” He liked to forget that you had pummeled him to oblivion when he thought it was a good idea to make Germany kneel.
He used up all the hot water.
He was almost absolutely sure that if he poured some on your right now, it would boil instantly. You were fuming.
Usually he wouldn’t be so intimidated by a woman wearing nothing but a towel, but what could he say? You were something special. And he was well aware of the fact that you could kick his ass at any time.
He didn’t complain too much when he moved into the living room.
He thought he was being rebellious, making you pay for taking away his room. And at first it made you angry and uncomfortable and maybe a little in awe when he stopped wearing clothes around the place.
You got used to it fairly fast, and it got old even faster. The good news was you found a way to make him follow orders too. You weren’t particularly proud of yourself, but hey, kissing a god’s not the worst thing you could do.
“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.” You didn’t have time to clean the house and supervise Loki, maybe it was too much to hope that he could take care of himself for once.
“But where’s the fun in that?” He hopped off his place on the couch and trailed you like a really tall (almost naked) puppy.
“Loki, don’t start.” You would have thrown the dirty plate in your hands at him if it didn’t end in more cleaning for you.
“Don’t be cruel darling. What do I get in return?” His voice was smoother than the water running down the drain. The glare you sent went straight through him - probably towards his ego - and he spared you the most devilish smirk you had ever seen.
You put the newly cleaned plate on the counter and walked right up to Loki. If he was intimidated before, this was a whole other level, and he enjoyed every searing moment.
He closed his eyes after he was backed up into the fridge and your fingers were freezing their prints into his jaw. Your kisses were like a drug, ice on a summer day, a good breeze after a life in the dungeon. He couldn’t help it if he lived for them, or if he was a complete sucker for your lips. And also, what kind of trickster would he be if he didn’t milk this treat for all it was worth? As far as he knew it was the only time you’d ever kiss him, so a little obedience was worth it.
The feeling of fireworks dancing over Loki’s skin didn’t last long enough. When you pulled away the colours behind his eyes dimmed again and he was left wanting more; always more. One day he might give into his urge to chase after your lips, but that would be after he could swear those beautiful E/C eyes wouldn’t hurt him.
He went to get dressed without another word, stuck wishing the tingle on his lips would never go away.
