Loki x Reader: Into the MCU

Chapter 27: The Library

"How was your night?" you asked quickly, wanting to change the subject.

Her face lit up as she talked about what a great time she had had.

"And Vision was kind enough to offer to dance the last one with me, so that was fun," she said.

"That was nice of him," you agreed, turning to hide your smirk.

"Did you see Nat dragged Clint out?" she asked with a laugh.

"I was with him when she did it!"

"And what about you? Did you find some handsome Asgardian to dance with?"

Something about the way she asked the question made you think she was insincere...as if she knew exactly who you had danced with.

"Nope, I hid in the back of the room so no one could ask me."

"That's a shame," she said, again with that strange undertone to her voice, "I have a feeling you would have enjoyed yourself."

"Well, one-on-one dances aren't really my thing."

You had reached Wanda's room, so she gave you a hug goodnight and retreated through the door. A few more minutes and you had reached your own room. You were reluctant to take off the dress and wash your face, as this had been a night you didn't want to end, but you slowly did both. You put on a silky nightgown that was hanging in the wardrobe and let down the rest of your hair. Ceyla's hairstyle was complex enough that it took you some time to get it all down and all of the pins out of it. Finally, you were ready to relax.

You walked out on the balcony, enjoying the vast starry sky above you and the beautiful city below you. The air was sweet and cool, and you took a few deep breaths as you thought about what a truly amazing day you had had. At the moment, you didn't even care that The Collector had escaped. You felt so at peace, and there was no doubt in your head that everything would turn out just fine.

We'll get him. We have the Tesseract and Mind Stone already, Xandar should be an easy trip, and the Time Stone is safe for the moment. Everything will be fine.

You'd be lying if you said the conversation and dance with Loki wasn't heavily in your thoughts. You didn't know what he was playing at, which mildly concerned you, but mainly you couldn't help but smile at the memories.

If I'd included fantasies on the bucket list, this would be one of them.

Loki's comments about dreams not having to be realistic in order to have them on the list played across your mind.

Ok, fine. Make friends with Loki? Check! you thought, mentally crossing it off the list. You realized you were smiling to yourself just as Sam had said, but you couldn't help it. Sleep came easily for you that night, as you drifted off swiftly into a happy dream-filled rest.

***

"Wren?" a voice called once or twice.

You groggily opened your eyes, thinking it couldn't have been morning already. Ceyla was standing a few feet from your bed, smiling at the discontented groan you'd released when you realized it was time to get out of bed.

"Hey," you croaked, before clearing your throat and trying again. "Sorry, hey Ceyla. What time is it?"

"Nearly midday ma'am."

"Oh geeze," you groaned, rubbing your face sleepily as you stood up, "Of course I'm rude enough to sleep that late."

"Late mornings are a common occurrence after a celebration like last night's, I can assure you. Besides, most of your friends are just as late, if they are able to get up at all. A few have gathered together for breakfast if you would like to join?"