A familiar tapping sound coming from your window snapped you out of your focus. Abandoning your favorite book, you walked towards the window. Pulling back the curtain revealed a small black bird. You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes slightly.
You pushed the window open, allowing the bird to hop inside.
“You know that the security system is probably good enough to still be picking all of this up, right?” You murmured, but the bird still hopped down onto the carpeted ground. Before you knew it, a whoosh of green magic showed your beloved boyfriend, the God of Mischief himself.
“Well, I don’t see you trying to stop me.” He teased.
“Mm. Maybe not.” You hummed. “Y’know we probably can’t keep doing this. My dad might actually kill you.” You run your hands up his chest, resting them on his shoulders.
“I’ve slain countless beasts, I can handle your angry mortal father.” He huffed indignantly.
“Aw, is somebody scared?” You teased.
He rolled his eyes, fixing his hair. You moved your hands to his neck, gently pulling him closer. His hands drifted down your waist and over your pajama pants to grab at your asscheeks. You kissed him, and you couldn’t help but smile.
A knock at your door startled you. Before you could even pull away from Loki, your door swung open.
“Hey, bitch, we brought pizz—“ Wanda yelled out when she saw what was happening. You spun around in a panic, finding a dropped pizza box at your door and Natasha and Wanda glaring daggers at Loki.
“What the fuck is going on?” Wanda hissed.
“Back the hell away from her!” Nat threatened, a pocket knife already in her hand.
“No, no! Nat, Wands, please!” You begged. “It’s okay! It’s okay!” You shook your hands at them, standing there in front of him.
“Please, let us explain!” You pleaded.
They gave each other a Look, before slowly nodding.
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That didn’t change the fact that they’d went and snitched to your father anyway.
Bucky, one of your close friends, even started giving Loki sharp glares whenever they were in the same room together.
You had been torn apart by the conflict.
“You can’t do this to me. This is my life, I know what I am doing with it.”
Steve, Buck, Nat, and even your father all stood in the room. Tony had his arms crossed; Steve’s brows were furrowed; Bucky and Nat both pretended they couldn’t see the wet patch’s under your eyes.
And then they filed out of the room, all of them except for Tony, of course.
“We know what’s best for you. We’re—I’m the adult here. I am. I know what’s best for you, just like I know what’s best for this damn team.” He looked angry, but you knew that deep down it was coming from a place of fear. Of love.
“I can handle myself.” You grumbled.
“I told him—I swear to God I told him that if he ever even breathed in your direction I’d—“
“I am a fucking adult!” You hissed. “I am a fully grown adult, I am fully capable of knowing who I feel happy dating. Loki—he loves me. And I lo—“
“Don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence.” He cut you off.
“I love him.” You said defiantly.
His eyes darkened. “No, you don’t. You don’t. He’s a monster; nobody could love that.”
“I love him.” Your words were a harsh whisper, spaced out slightly as your eyes watered more and you nodded along to your own words.
“You can’t. He’s a murderer, he doesn’t love you. How could he? All he could ever care about is his own damn self!” He slammed his hand down on the desk he was leaning on.
“You don’t even know him!” You slammed your hands down too. “You have no idea what he’s like! He’s kind, he’s thoughtful, and he’s so fucking gentle. He loves me. He loves me. And I love him.”
He stared at you, his eyes softening.
“He’s good to you?” He looks down at his hands, fiddling with them.
“Better than any other man I’ve been with.” You answer honestly.
“…Just..be careful. Be careful.”
But you knew Loki. That he’d never hurt you.
“I was worried,” the god confessed as he played with your hair. “That your father wouldn’t see your side of things. Our side.”
You laid against his chest. “I would’ve ran away. I don’t care where we go. As long as I have you, I’ll be fine.”
“As will I, darling. As will I.” He pressed a kiss to your hair.