"Of Love and Bono"
Inspiration:"With or Without Your" by U2
Established Loki x Reader
Your excited screeches echoed through the office, causing Tony Stark and Bruce Banner to come bursting into your small, private HR office on the ninth floor of Avenger Tower. “What? What’s wrong?” Bruce asked, his voice louder than it usually was when he wasn’t twelve feet tall and green.
They found you sitting on your desk, waving two tickets over your head as if they were the greatest prize ever found. Loki sat next to you, looking quietly amused, as well as proud of himself.
“Best birthday present ever!!!” You squealed.
“If those are Jets tickets, you may want to get your money back, Blitzen,” snarked Tony.
You shook your head, still high with excitement. “He got me U2 tickets to the Garden tonight! It’s been sold out for MONTHS! How did you even get these?!”
Loki smiled and looked into your eyes. “I would do anything for you to have everything your heart desires, my dove.”
You were grinning like an idiot. “But that’s not even the best part! HE GOT ME A BACKSTAGE PASS!”
Tony Stark shrugged. “Only one?”
Loki nodded. “Even I could only do so much while matching wits with the Ticket Master.”
“I literally get to meet and shake hands with the Lord of my Teenage Idolatry, The Bard of My Soul, the Voice of My Generation…okay, my parents’ generation, BUT STILL! Bono! I get to meet BONO!”
Loki chuckled, hiding a hint of insecurity that was only just beginning to tug at his brain. “As I said, anything for you, Y/N.”
You spent a ridiculously long time getting ready that night, to the point you were almost late to the show. You volleyed back and forth from “total fangirling slut” to “definitely cool and just here to shake hands” back to “fairest in the land and gives zero fucks.” You decided in the end to go for a less-desperate look, choosing a simple, approachable blouse and jeans, focusing instead on perfecting your makeup and hair.
“Aren’t you only allowed to meet him for a few minutes?” asked Loki, the bitterness in his voice growing, startling you.
“Are…you okay?” you asked, turning around.
“It’s just…the way you carry on about this Mono Man--”
“--Bono,” you instantly corrected. “And it isn’t like I’m planning to run off with him.”
Loki shrugged. “I don't really understand why you swoon over a musician so enthusiastically if your goal isn’t to bed him.”
“Loki, Loki, Loki,” you said, lightly kissing his nose. “For your information, Bono has been married longer than I’ve been alive. He has a daughter who is older than I am.”
Your lover still looked a little confused. “On Asgard, musicians are considered talent, but it is simply their chosen career as much as any healer’s or soldier’s. We don't treat them like kings or give them concubines.” He was trying to paint over his jealousy with snobbery, but the paint was too thin to be effective in covering his true feelings.
Smiling, you kissed him again, softly, on the lips. “It’s a mortal thing. We’re just a bit more, as you put it, enthusiastic about the people we admire. You should see the kinds of shit they post on Tumblr.”
Looking into your assuring eyes and seeing nothing but sincerity behind them, Loki’s shoulders finally dropped in relief. “Besides, you like U2’s music too,” you added. “I hear you humming With or Without You to yourself occasionally.”
You didn’t expect Loki to blush at your comment. “Oh? I didn’t realize I was loud enough to disturb you.”
Shaking your head, you took Loki’s hand in yours. “I know you’re a fan too, darling. And admit it, you find Bono attractive as I do.”
Loki thought for a moment. “Not in a personal way,” he said slowly. “But were he Asgardian, I can see where he’d…err…have more than a few interested and willing sex partners.”
You decided that was about as much as you’d be able to wring out of him for now. “Would you rather I not go backstage?”
Loki let out a reflexive laugh. “Ha! After the amount of currency I had to surrender for the pass? Norns, you’re going!”
You chuckled, finding Loki’s insecurity a little more ‘cute’ than you should have. “Oh my God,” you answered, caressing Loki’s soft face. “Here you are telling me I’m being silly for swooning over a singer while also pushing me into meeting him. I guess I can’t live with or without you, either.”