Blackmail Material (Loki x Reader)
Keep calm, Y/N, you can do this.
A few hours without making a fool of yourself should be easy enough, right?
The female slowly moved her eyes to the left, sneaking a peek before snapping her head in the other direction so fast she was amazed she didn’t get a whiplash
Easier said than done, Y/N mused, sighing for what felt like the hundredth time.
He was there; she could feel it.
Loki.
The damned, way-too-tall demigod was making her feel things she absolutely did not want to feel. Every time they were in each other’s company, she turned into a flustered mess and embarrassed herself.
But she couldn’t help it: witty, clever, mischievous enough to keep her intrigued; besides, they shared so many interests and had similar tastes…
It didn’t help that he was so handsome.
Her cheeks flamed up at the thought. She burrowed her head further in the book, hoping he wouldn’t notice her furtive glances.
There he was, sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and a book in his lap, on a rare quiet day at the tower. They read together often, though Loki always finished the book before Y/N did, for whatever reason…
*Cough* She has a crush *cough*
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The young woman fell to her knees in front of the thrones, the fetters around her wrists clinking against the stone floor of the place. A few feet from her, the couple of sovereigns looked at her with very different expressions: the Queen’s face reflected her pity, her concern, while the king showed no…
A grunt of frustration left her lips when she lost track of the words again.
Concentration was eluding her that day- as always. And there was only one person to blame
<<Y/N?>>
Speaking of which.
The girl jumped, abruptly pulled from her musings. When she turned to look at him, she found him way closer than she would have expected.
Her blush worsened
I probably look like a tomato right now
<<Darling?>>
<<Yes, Loki?>> She tried to sound spontaneous, but failed miserably.
Damn him and that voice of his
<<Are you ok, my dear?>> He asked, scooting even closer
<<Uh, yeah. I just… I’m annoyed at Cordelia’s fiancé for being so blind: it’s obvious she didn’t betray them>>
The black-haired man cackled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face
<<You always get so involved in the stories you read>>
The girl chuckled uneasily, pushing his hand away
<<Yeah, that’s true>>
He simply touched her cheek with the other hand, smiling softly
<<I find it fascinating>>
<<Sure you do>> She tried, swatting his hand away again.
Her heart beat so loudly she was sure she could feel it, and her cheeks were probably scarlet at that point.
He continued to caress her cheeks for a while, chortling slightly whenever she tried to make him stop
<<Loki>>
<<Yes, darling>>
<<Quit doing this>>
<<Why?>>
<<Because>>
<<That’s not a valid reason. Why should I, darling?>>
<<Because>> She repeated with more force, still getting nowhere.
The Norse demigod snorted, shaking his head
<<You know, you->>
At that point, she couldn’t take it anymore
<<Can you stop being you for one second?>> Y/N exploded, standing up suddenly <<You’re so…>>
Loki stood up too. He obviously towered over her, but she kept her glare in place, to his amusement
<<So what, my dear?>>
<<So irritating>>
<<Hm… Really?>>
<<Yes, that’s what I wanted to say>>
He came closer
<<I don’t believe you>>
He stepped even closer. Every time she retroceded he took a step forward, until she ended up against the wall
<<But->>
<<No, darling>> He insisted, smiling deviously <<I don’t believe you>>
<<That’s what I mea->>
The words died on her lips.
He kissed her.
Is he kissing me? Oh shit, he’s kissing me. Loki is kissing me!
The young woman was paralysed. The taller man pulled away, caressing her cheek again
<<Y/N? Are you ok?>>
<<Wha- Why- Wha->>
<<I’ve been meaning to do that for a while, darling. I was just waiting for you to admit that you fancy me>>
Y/N’s eyes widened
<<I fancy you?>>
<<Don’t lie to me, my dear. I am the god of lies, after all.
Why did you never say anything?>>
At that Y/N turned away, not wanting to look at him; she swatted his fingers away when he tried to cup her chin. This time, he let her: there was obviously something bothering her
<<Darling, it’s ok. I was just wonderi->>
<<I don’t think I’m good enough>> The girl blurted, making him raise his eyebrows
<<What?>>
<<I don’t… Think… That I’m… Good enough>>
<<Why would you think that?>>
<<Oh come on Loki, look at you>> She snorted <<You’re a demigod, you’re tall, you’re fit, you’re handsome and I… I’m just… Me>> Y/N sighed, lowering her gaze.
What she didn’t expect was for him to cradle her face in his hands and press another kiss to her lips, looking her in the eyes when he pulled away
<<You are enough, Y/N. More than enough.
You’re so much more than I deserve, and yet you have… Feelings… For me>>
<<Yes>> She admitted shyly.
The smile on his face was entirely worth it
<<Well, darling, what do you say I take you on a date tonight?>>
<<YES!>> The cry left her lips before she could stop it. Blushing some more, she bit her lip and tried to salvage the situation <<I mean yeah, sure>>
The demigod laughed
<<You are adorable, Y/N>>
Pecking her lips again, he took her hand and guided her to the couch, so they could read some more together
<<Loki?>>
<<Yes, dear?>>
<<We’re not telling the others, right?>>
<<Absolutely not; we’d never hear the end of it>>
<<Agreed>> Y/N beamed, nestling in his arms.
Too bad neither of them remembered the tower was littered with cameras.
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<<Jarvis, add this to the blackmail material>>
<<Right on it, sir>>