Unfettered (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 42 - Small Spaces and Red Faces

"Come on Loki, think about how much fun it'll be to hold hands on the plane and make Tony uncomfortable for the next six hours."

Loki's head perks up, and he get an impish smile on his face. "Promise?" he asks.

"Yes, I promise," you laugh.

"I am to believe, then, that you no longer wish to keep us a secret?" he questions.

You scoff. "I'm not sure it's really my choice anymore. It's not exactly like you were subtle while I was gone," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Then they all know of our dalliance?" Loki grins, his lips finding your neck, his tongue laving over your pulse point. "I will no longer be made to suffer your affections in strict confidence?"

"Strict confidence?" you laugh. "Loki, you made me orgasm with Natasha in the same room. You threw me over your shoulder in front of Thor. You came out of your room half naked in front of Bruce and then teased me until he was so uncomfortable he left. When have you ever been subtle?"

"I can't help it, darling," Loki says, nuzzling his nose against your jaw. "You've robbed me of my ambition. And stolen all common sense."

"Gee thanks," you huff. You try to wiggle away from him once more. But he tightens his grip and nips the skin of your neck. "Ow!" you seethe, bringing your fingers to where the tiniest fleck of blood oozes through split skin. "Are you serious?"

Loki hums, taking his tongue to where he nipped just a bit too hard, giving it a suck. Your breath catches as that all too familiar heat starts to pool between your thighs once more. You need to get away from his grasp - or risk being extra late, and facing a truly pissed of Tony Stark. 

"Okay, okay enough," you laugh, giving him a shove. "We seriously need to go. We're late, and the car's waiting downstairs."

"All right love, fine," he sighs, letting you go. 

You stand once more, stretching, and taking a few steps from the bed. But once again Loki's hands find your waist and he pulls you back into bed.

"Loki," you groan.

"I forgot one thing," he says.

"Yeah? And what's that."

"I love you too."

Kissing you sweetly, and gently Loki then lets you go to get dressed, leaving you wearing nothing but warm cheeks.

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"You promised me, my love," Loki whispers in your ear as he nuzzles your neck.

"This isn't exactly what I meant," you say, your cheeks and ears white-hot as you sit on Loki's lap, his arm poised possessively across your thighs, his face in your hair, lips on your neck.

Tony, further up the small cabin of the plane, is shooting daggers at you. And Thor hasn't peeled his eyes from the window since takeoff, his face nearly as red as Tony's.

Loki pulls back only for a moment to take in your embarrassment, drinking in your blush.

"If I recall, you explicitly mentioned making your father figure up there uncomfortable," Loki says, returning his tongue to the soft underside of your ear.

"He's not my father. And I also mentioned holding hands, Loki. This is way more than holding hands. Would you please let me go? This is embarrassing."

"Fine," Loki says, allowing you to stand. 

"Thank you," you say. 

"But first," Loki reaches out and pulls you back by your waist, kissing you deeply.