Marvel one-shot

Dancing with the Devil 2 - Loki

Street lights blurred past the windows, their streaks of brightness a warm glow against the summer night sky. The evening breeze brushed against the skin of your cheeks and through your hair, your fingers thrumming against the steering wheel nervously. Your eyes focused on the road as you sped on the empty highway, heading towards the centre of downtown. The clothing against your skin was now different. Leaning against the car, Loki had waited rather patiently for you to go back inside your home and get changed into something more appropriate for what you were about to get yourselves into.

Your sweats were thus discarded, and dark olive-green cargo pants and a black tank top now fit comfortably against your body. Your heartbeat matched the humming of the car's engine as you sped through the night, you could feel the near-magnetic gaze of the god seated beside you it was as if his eyes were trying to draw you near and intoxicate your thoughts. Perhaps they were, the piercing blue gaze on you was unwavering, midnight hair shifting against the collar of Asgardian leather with a head tilt from the god.

"Are you certain you are up for what is coming?" The velvet voice spoke, a soft chuckle humming against the owner's throat. Loki was craving to get inside your mind, yet he was saving that for later, you'll get a peek soon enough. Your teeth relaxed your jawline, and with a glance to the side your eyes met Loki's.

"You dragged me into this mess the moment you took something of mine, so I don't have a choice." You retorted, raising a brow while a smirk quirked Loki's lips upwards. His lips parted, and your voice dared interrupt him.

"Plus," you added, tearing your gaze away from his unwavering one and pressing harder on the gas pedal.

"I want to see what this Asgard is all about, if it even exists." It was true, you were intrigued and curious to see this 'Realm' that Loki would take you to.

Though, you'd make the wait interesting, testing the limits of this 'troublemaker', as Thor has put it to you earlier. Loki clicked his tongue against his palette, groaning in annoyance and leaning back against the passenger seat, he brought his right arm back beside him; his hand having been out of the open window moments earlier and weaving tendrils of green smoke between its fingertips into the wind. They still lingered behind the car, wisps dissolving into thin air like the magic that it all was. The God of Mischief crossed his arms against his chest. His chin tilted upwards in its usual arrogant fashion, eyes focusing ahead on the downtown streets coming into view. His pupils were narrow, eying everything cautiously. They sparkled at your words, irritation causing a crease to form between Loki's dark eyebrows.

"Of course it exists, I am not some deranged creature. Eventually, Asgard will continue to exist because of me, under my authority." A slow exhale echoed from him, his next words playful razors slicing at your visible tenseness.

"And..." Loki leaned towards you, an elbow resting at the partition between the driver's side and the passenger one. Piercing irises moved from the road ahead to your profile, scrutinizing each detail of your features with simmering intensity.

"...you took something of mine too, Midgardian. Not only that, but you wielded what is mine against me." A playful tone was laced with Loki's teasing words.

Speaking of which, Loki's dagger materialized on his lap against his dark trousers. The hilt glinted as he lifted the blade between his fingertips and let go of the dagger before balancing the razor tip against his fingertip, it was crystal clear, playing with danger was Loki's second nature, in fact, it was his one of his best skills. One of many, many skills, skyscrapers began to blend in with each other while your car drove through the city streets, which were mostly empty at this late hour. At a red light, which honestly was quite useless considering the emptiness, you leaned back and rolled your eyes with a look at him.