Loki Smut Oneshots (lokisgoodgirl)

Don't Be Shy (Part 1/2)

You had decided. Come what may, tonight was the night you were making your move.

 You glanced subtly towards the god of mischief sitting cross-legged on his own, lounging diagonally on a sofa at the far side of the common room. Garish balloons floated in the air on either side of where he sat, looking comically out of place in his self-imposed fortress of solitude. He curled a loose tendril of hair behind his ear before slowly licking a fingertip, gracefully turning the page of his book.

"You know what he's like at parties." Thor shouted through a slur, barely audible over the music and sporadic breaks of laughter all around you. Reluctantly, you turned to the blonde looming over your shoulder.
"I know, but usually he reads at the bar at least." you scoffed, taking a sip. Thor chuckled, shaking his head.
"My brother likes you, you know. He's just shy." He narrowed his eyes, seeing your lips twitch in a smile. "Likes you." he continued coyly, labouring the point as he wriggled his eyebrows "...if you know what I mean." You rolled your eyes.
"I think the mini-quiches know what you mean." The god laughed, far harder than the joke deserved. The head of his beer sloshed over the side of the glass, hitting the floor by your feet. You saw Loki's head rise out the corner of your eye, a disapproving frown etched deep on his face. Thor leant closer. "He's waiting for you to come to him."

"Is he, now?" you replied innocently. "Well then...I shouldn't keep him waiting, should I?" Shooting Thor a wink, you began to sway towards the dark-haired god. The grooves on his forehead smoothed suspiciously quickly as he composed himself, blinking several times in swift succession. Clearly, he was flustered. The skirt of your skater dress swished around your thighs as you drew closer. Loki's intentional avoidance of you, palpable.

 "Hi, Laufeyson." you said cheerfully, plonking onto the sofa beside him. He grunted in greeting, scanning the words on the page at a steady pace. Tentatively, you reached and clasped the thick of the book, sliding it from his hand. You placed it on your lap, nestled amongst the folds of black satin. Loki's hand remained in place, poised in the air.
 "How rude." he said coldly, his eyes rising to meet yours with a wolf-like squint.
You smiled, tilting your head.
"So is reading at a birthday party. You should talk to people."
 "I don't like talking to people at these things. Everyone is so..." he grimaced, looking towards the crowd. The team hung off each other in various stages of inebriation, laughter and raucous shouting exploding every few seconds as hits of the 90's played at full blast. Loki sighed. "I prefer it over here. It's quieter. And the company, infinitely better."

 You scooted closer, leaning towards him as you both stared at the jovial mass of your colleagues. The movement nudged against Loki's thigh, making him flinch.
"Even if I'm here?" you said innocently as you turned your face to his, batting your lashes. The god's jaw twitched, his façade of bravado fading. He flicked his wrist, inspecting his nails. "Perhaps." he purred, as you drank in the tantalising sight of his curled fingers. God, they were so long. Loki smirked, running a covetous gaze down your crossed legs and back to your face. "You look very pretty tonight." he murmured politely, straightening against the sofa with an arm outstretched over the back.
 "Pretty?" you tutted, as you slid his book to the side. "That isn't quite what I was going for."

Loki's brows slanted.
"Oh? And what were you going for, exactly?"
 The deep pitch of his voice wavered as he rested a hand behind his head. He was nervous. You could see each controlled breath making his chest squeeze the buttons of his shirt; clinging on for dear life. The pulse point in his neck was thundering, a faint hue of pink just visible at the tip of his ear.
 "Fuckable." you heard yourself purr.

Loki swallowed.

The fingers resting in his hair tightened, chin tilting upward as he inhaled sharply through his nose. "What are you doing?" he growled. Suspicious eroticism smouldered in his irises, cheekbones flashing in the low light.
"I highly recommend that you choose your next words very carefully." The thump of your heart was deafening as his stare lowered towards the hand creeping to his knee.
"I think it's time you tell me what you want, Loki...don't you?" you said quietly, fingers cupping the muscled curve. Both of you had been dancing around this for months. The flirting, the masked innuendos. And the touching...my god. The light brush of his hands on your waist as he made his presence known; a gravelled 'excuse me' whisping in your ear as he passed with a lingering smoulder.
 "Why don't you tell me what I want?" he rumbled. "You seem to be very sure of yourself tonight."