he stumbles into the room in a fit of rage, slamming the bathroom door and locking himself inside.
“loki,” you call out to him calmly, “open up, come on.” no answer. you sigh.
flicking your wrist, the door is unlocked with your magic.
“i’m coming in…” you say as you slowly push it open, trying to asses the situation. at first, you don’t see him, but then you do, and the sight makes your heart squeeze itself from all the love you feel for this grumpy man.
“love, what are you doing in the bathtub?” you ask him, trying not to laugh. he doesn’t look at you. “baby,” you say softly, knowing he can’t resist when you call him that. he slowly looks up at you and purses his lips. then, he opens his mouth to speak but no sound comes out, so he closes it again. he repeats the same action one more time before letting out a huff.
“i understand if you are upset with me-“ you let out a laugh. he furrows his brows. “what is so funny?” he asks, beginning to look offended.
you sigh before moving over to where he is and lowering yourself onto the bathtub, straddling him. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and caress the short hairs on the nape of his neck. he closes his eyes as he takes in a deep breath and seems to relax a bit as he puts his hands on your hips. then he opens them and looks at you with his beautiful puppy dog eyes.
“you are not angry?” he asks, unsure. you smile softly and shake your head. “but-“
“i definitely think you should apologize to fandral but i’m not angry at you.” at that he clenches his jaw.
“i will not apologize to that imbecile.” you bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac. he seems to notice it and he frowns again. “why are you finding this amusing?” you let out a snort.
“i just- i find it a bit funny.”
“you find the fact that i got into a physical altercation with my brothers best friend because he was flirting with you funny?” he asks, confused and you shrug.
“yeah i just-“ you laugh again and run your hands down his soft curls. then, you tilt your head to the side as you look at him in the eyes. “i just- i thought that it was so obvious that i’m completely yours that i didn’t think something like this would bother you.” he’s taken aback by your answer because his mouth opens and then closes again like a fish out of water. so you use his silence to continue with a soft smile playing on your lips. “i could not care less if fandral was flirting with me, and to be honest, i didn’t even notice it; i was too busy looking at you.” his hands squeeze your hips and he looks at you, so unsure that you want to grab his face and pepper it with kisses. so that’s what you do. by the end of your attack, he’s pursing his lips to stop himself from smiling. “loki,” you look at him with eyes full of truth, “i love you.” you let out a small laugh and bite your lower lip as you shake your head, unbelieving of the love that he evokes in you. “i’m like- literally obsessed with you, i don’t think you understand.”
“darling-“
“no, let me.” you cut him off. “all the men and women in the world could be flirting with me and i would not even spare them a glance. why would i when i’m with the love of my life, the king of my heart?”
the god in front of you scrunches up his eyebrows and looks at you with so much vulnerability that you want to kill anyone who has ever made him feel like he’s not deserving of the love you feel for him. “i love you, i don’t care about anyone else, you’re all i think about.” he swallows harshly.
“i’m sorry, my love. i simply- i’m just scared that you will one day realize that you could do so much better than me.” at that you frown.
“better than you?” you say, upset. he looks at you and nods. “if i didn’t love you so much i would slap you right now. better than you? better than you?” you repeat, incredulous. “who could be better than you? who could know me inside and out and love and accept me like you do? who could make me feel like i’m on fire by simply looking at me? who could touch me like you do? who could ever compare to you?”
loki looks at you, speechless. you are still frowning. but then, he’s kissing you and you’re sighing into his mouth. he kisses you roughly, hands roaming your back, your ass, then back up to the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you let out a moan of pleasure when you feel the warmth of his tongue enter your mouth and he pulls on your hair, pulling away from you but still so close you can feel his breath on your lips.
“i don’t know what i ever did to deserve you.” you kiss him again.
“nothing loki, you never had to do anything other than being yourself.”
“you’re going to be the death of me.” you purse your lips to stop yourself from smiling but fail miserably.
“i really hope i’m not.” he lets out a laugh and kisses you again.
“i love you.”
“i love you too.” you smile and raise your eyebrows.
“what now?” he asks in fake exasperation.
“after we are done, you will apologize to fandral. perhaps even give him a hug.” he frowns.
“i will not.”
“no?” you ask him, cocking your head to side. “well then, i guess i’ll go to sleep now.” you tell him as you begin getting up. he is quick to pull you into his lap again.
“we are not done here, darling.” you smirk and speak sweetly.
“we are if you don’t promise you’ll apologize after.” he lifts his chin and takes in a deep breath. you look at him defiantly. his resolve doesn’t seem to waver, so you do the one thing you know will work.
“darling-“ he lets out a strangled moan when you circulate your hips against his growing bulge.
“yes baby?” you ask innocently. loki looks at you with a clenched jaw as you keep staring at him with doe eyes. after a bit of a staring contest, he lets out a harsh breath.
“fine. i will apologize.” he concedes. you grin and circulate your hips again, making him groan. “but i will not-“ he moans again as you begin kissing down his neck and bouncing on his clothed length. “i will not hug him.” you chuckle and bite him.
“i wasn’t expecting you to.” you tell him and then begin taking off your underwear. you were in for a long night of proving him that no one could touch you the way he did. but the next morning, it was apology time.