A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Untouchable

The music pumped through the room and added to the cheery energy from everyone attending the 24/7 party, the fun that never ends until the Grandmaster has his say so.

Which he hadn't for a fair time.

You were happily reclined back on one of the large seats, a drink in your hand as you bounced merrily along to the current song that felt like it went on for an eternity.

The colourful sweet liquid swished inside the glass and threatened to spill over the edge with each movement, yet your good mood pushed past any concerns for making a mess.

Truth be told, you weren't sure why you were in such a good mood but you weren't about to let anything dampen it just yet, which is something that typically happened on a day where you were bouncy from the point of waking up.

Usually the morning would go swimmingly, but by midday something would come along and sour your mood for the rest of the day.

This time you'd managed to make it to late afternoon without any hassles, so you hoped that this was going to last for just a few hours before you slinked back to your room.

You continued to people watch and admire the outfits of those walking past you, you never tired of the various shapes and sizes of the beings living on Sakaar and found that you could watch them for hours on end.

Whilst admiring the people around you, you soon found yourself making up lyrics to the tune you were currently listening to and got lost in your own world of creativity and being a creeper.

The seat beside you bounced lightly and drew your attention to your right, where Loki had just flopped down whilst letting out a heavy sigh as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

"Hey, there's my pretty boy," you grinned at him, swirling your drink.

"I'm older than you, stop calling me 'boy'," he asked in a worn tone.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes good naturedly, "Only by thirty years."

"Still older."

Loki let out another drawn out sigh whilst you sipped on your drink, looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

"Soooo."

"You have one guess," he breathed, finally opening his eyes and tilting his head to look at you.

"Oh, The Grandmaster called for you, didn't he?"

"It seems you didn't even need one."

"It's no surprise considering his little crush on you."

"He does not have a crush on me," Loki practically growled, sitting up straight only to hunch forward with his forearms resting on his thighs, his head hung low.

"I would beg to differ."

"And no one asked for you opinion."

"Perhaps not," you shrugged, setting you glass down before resting one leg over the other and leaning back in the seat to rest your arms across the top, "but it's definitely quite the advantage you have there."

"I know, that doesn't mean that his looks don't make me a little uncomfortable."

"Which is nothing for the God of Mischief and Lies, surely."

"Of course it isn't, doesn't make it any less tiring when I have to constantly fight off his advances."

Your eyebrows raised and an involuntary laugh escaped you.

"He's actually tried something? That sly dog," you nodded in approval.

"It's beginning to get tiring," Loki groaned, rubbing his face.

"Then why don't you just sleep with him and have it be over and done with?"

Loki lifted his head and practically glared at you, causing you to laugh at his sour expression.

"Come on, you know how many people would pay to be in your position?"

"And I can't deny that it's a good one to be in, very beneficial for my cause but I don't want to push it that far unless completely needed."

"That's almost a shame," you sighed dramatically, "I would have been up for a threesome with you both."

Loki sat up straight and looked at you with eyebrows raised from surprise, for a moment you'd even taken yourself by surprise with how forward you had been but you decided to roll with it and enjoy the moment.

"What?" You asked whilst pulling the most innocent of faces you could muster, "I have needs too."

"I never would have guessed."

"I'm good at hiding things."

You gave Loki what you hoped was a seductive look before turning away to reach for your glass again, he took this moment to let his eyes roam over you as they had many times before.

"Well," Loki smirked, moving along the large seat to sit closer to you, "I may not be offering that much, but I would definitely be willing to show you at least half of what you'd be missing."

Your eyebrow quirked as you took a sip from your glass, his hand moved onto your knee as if that would encourage you to make up your mind.

Like it wasn't already.

With unequalled eagerness, you downed the rest of the liquid and put your hand over his, biting your lip a little.

"You better hold up to such a promise."

"I guarantee that I will, we don't need The Grandmaster to make this a threesome."

Loki grinned as a green flash emerged beside him and your eyes were drawn to another God of Mischief stood by the seat, this one sported in his usual Asgardian armour as opposed to the black and blue leather he had been given upon arrival.

You definitely preferred the darker cape to his current one with yellow in it.

A light laugh was your only response as you eagerly jumped up and smoothed out your clothes, looking at Loki over your shoulder before nodding your head towards the door that lead to the bedroom route.

He watched as you left, a low chuckle leaving him as he stood up and followed after you, letting his illusion disappear.

"Better not tell her too quickly that my clones aren't touchable."