Mojito
“Stop it.”
“I’m not even doing anything.”
“Give it back.”
“Hm? Did you say something? I can’t hear you from here.”
“Give back my mug, Loki, or I'll kick you where my knee can reach and you won’t be able to take advantage of your tallness for next two weeks.”
Loki looked in your eyes and knew the fiery rage glowing through them could blow glass into a freaking bilge-snipe right now. And he did what he thought was best for the sake of his health; lowered his hand to hand you your mug.
“Thank you,” you appreciated him finally being a decent God.
“Buzzkill,” he did not even try to mutter it as he watched you gulp down that delicious cold mojito hiding in your mug, the sweet and salty bubbles going down your throat while the lemon soothed your insides.
“Well, excuse me for defending my mojito!”
Loki scoffed, his eyes- and eyebrows, especially that one who was always looking at you like that cursed English teacher from seventh grade- judging every nerve in your body. “That is not even your mojito!”
“Finders keepers,” you sing softly before getting on your toes to reach his face.
Loki looked on- rather, down- as you made your best efforts to somehow reach his very confused face right now, trying to hold back the groans from tired feet and a strained neck.
“What are you doing?” He had to ask.
You tsked and got back on your feet, gritting your teeth while your brows frowned at Loki.
“I was trying to be sassy by saying that and then planting a kiss on your cheek and walking away like no body’s business but your stupid height always gets in the way of my evil plans!”
And this was the first time your heard Loki giggle snort, making you let out an offensive gasp while internally every freaking Christmas bell and every Hanukkah candle was being lit up.
“Dammit Loki!” you threw your words at him, punching him in his torso- because that’s the only pretty place you could reach. “You are so freaking tall I sometimes feel like I’m in a long-distance relationship!”
A thud and crash later two figures came out into the lounge from the dorms.
“Wha-hm? We heard something about a relationship?”
Scott and Peter stood by the walls nearly breathless, looking at you and Loki with pure hope burning inside their eyes.
“You finally in a relationship?” Peter tried to lightly laugh it off while trying to cross his arms across his chest before deciding not to, keeping them on his waist.
“No,” you shook your head, clearly confused because this unnecessary ruckus, “I was just making fun of Loki. And his height. Like how he’s so tall I have to Skype him just so I can tell him to come down so I can make fun of his hair.”
Scott was listening patiently while Peter tried to imitate every expression the Ant-Man did.
“So, uhh, Loki,” Scott finally spoke, “why don’t help Y/N with that?”
Loki creased his brows. Peter could feel the intimidation course through the room when the God crossed his arms across his chest.
“You, know,” Scott continued, excessively stretching his words and bobbing his head occasionally, “like coming down to her level and…stuff.”
Scott honestly had no idea what he had just suggested; for all he wanted was to have the God get closer to you. And neither did he have any inkling as to what Loki made of it.
Loki took in a long breath before turning to you, bending his knees, placing his hands on them and hunching his back to ‘come down to your level’.
“Is this good enough for our relationship, love?” he commented, watching that wave of insult coming back in your eyes. “Hmm,” he continued, “it’s really hot down here. Must be because I’m standing next to Hel’s gatekeeper right now.”
“Shoot,” Scott whispered to himself, “this is not what at all what I was picturing.” Peter turned to look at him with some diluted confusion. “I thought he would pick her up bridal style or something!” Peter raised his hands in disbelief as he looked at Scott. “Why would you even think that’s what he would do after what you just said?!”
Ten seconds. You took ten seconds of pure blank gaze searing into Loki before putting your empty mug down on the kitchen island. “Run, Loki,” you asserted with the twist of your jaw. “Run like hell.”
A voice from downstairs echoed throughout the lounge.
“WHO TOOK MY MOJITO!” Clint shouted.
Your enraged face quickly transformed into a fear mansion in the thick forest.
“Shit,” you hissed, wide-eyed, before dashing towards the dorms, as Loki gave you the 'I told you so’ look.
“Run!”