Something more than Dreaming
The lights are a mixture of all the flavours the Gods can taste on their tongue. The seventy-five coloured rainbow seems like the perfect vibe for the buzz that is setting in on the nerves currently. Bass-boosted music and the cool air running through the building filled with heated, sweat-ridden bodies is driving everyone up on a new high.
Wait. Is everyone feeling the same high? Or is it just me?
Before that sharp brain of his can evaluate the situation, a new beat is hitting him hard along with the scene he witnesses unfolding in front of him.
There in the unruly crowd of drunk and horny strangers, seven hottest aliens dance along with the one person his eyes seem to be searching for.
You.
It's not good enough for me, since I been with you
It's not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me
Everything else fades away in the background- and he is convincing himself that it is because his senses are heightened in a dark place filled with lunatics- and the only focus is you. That is what he repeats to himself when his eyes land on the movement of your fingers in your hair; that is what he is singing internally when watching you pout and bite your lip makes him gulp.
I'm gonna sip on this drink when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
That is what he wants to smack into his head when he feels his body gravitate in your direction while you are swinging your hips in a way he feels should be considered a sin; a sweet seductive sin.
I'm gonna catch the rhythm while she push up against me
Ooh, and she tipsy
He keeps denying the internal dialogue of feeling jealous with all these strangers around you all this time, and still cannot get his icy glare off anyone who gets even an inch closer to you. At one point he is happy to see the boys be distracted by the light show that begins at the bar. That is until he sees something he does not like.
He does not even realise the eyes he turns with those veins popping out of his arms and neck, neither does he acknowledge the dangerous vibe he gives off that automatically clears his path to you to remove that excuse of a lizard trying to prey on you from your back.
With one tight hold on his neck, he is making that pervy lizard writhe and struggle where he stands, making him shed his skin with just the poisonous look in those green eyes.
That devilish glare is enough to send that creature running. Once he is convinced there is no sign of any more ill intentions, he turns back to the most unaware person in the world- you, of course- and watches you struggling to twerk.
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancing like GoGo, aye
There is a minute pause when he tries to absorb what exactly it is that you are trying to do and has to question how you are the same person he saw dancing so effortlessly a few seconds ago.
Just when his patience runs out, he grabs your hand and takes you away, walking through the dispersing crowd without looking back till he finds the darkest corner in this excuse of a building and pushes you towards it.
He can easily assess that with the amount of bao-bao in your system, you won't struggle. And you don't. Your back is against the wall and by the time you can ask him- in between the giggles- what was going on, you find those familiar arms caging you from either side.
But you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Why not?
The bubbles of fun are suddenly popping from the heat your whole body feels at once with Loki's body so close to yours. That perfect mess that is his hair is covering his face while eyes are stuck on you. His brows are struggling to loosen themselves up and his breaths are shallow.
A fucking good time, never hurt nobody
I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi
You can tell he has been sweating, for you can smell his very intense natural odour- something you have become quite familiar with on this space trip; the trip that continues to make you conscious about your own body's smell now that you do not have any deodorants to cover it up. You can also tell there is something wrong with the way his veins are popping in his neck- though you do not refrain from admitting to yourself that it kinda makes him look hot. Very hot.
If you loved the girl then I'm so, so sorry
I got to give it to her like we in a marriage
You know it is that bao-bao making you so bold but you could swear to all the powers in the universe you want to take a chance. The thought is tempting and fun to fantasise about till you realise that his hands have come close enough to brush against your arms and the mere touch is sending an unfathomable buzz up and down your body.
"Loki-" is all you struggle to get out of your dry throat that is thirsting for things it should not be.
And to add to these strange waves crashing inside your limbs, he brings his face closer to yours.
You know your heart has taken a dive and your lungs are fluttering with that sweet scent of alcohol that brushes on your lips with his sigh. So close is his face that you can spot every single cell of flawlessness on his skin.
Is this really happening?
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no I won't tell nobody
It feels like he can hear your thoughts for his hand comes to pick those sweaty stray strands of your hair away from your face and behind your ear.
This is really happening.
The world is swirling all around you. So are your breaths when they see those wanting lips come closer.
Not able to take this twist along with the stuff you are high on, you close your eyes and wait with parted lips.
You're on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
The fire inside his gut is driving him closer to you even though his sanity is questioning every logical reason behind this. But that sweet scent coming off you is clouding every possible sane answer there could be. That's the thing. He does not want to be sane anymore. What is the advantage in that anyway?
His hand is moving on its own, catching his breath when he feels your heated skin on the back of his fingers while brushing away those hair strands that are driving him mad for making you look so...he dare not say such things even to himself- that make him feel things. And boy, does he not like feeling things, especially such things.
Oh, lords be praised! He loves the way your gaze is struggling to rest at one place, walking all over his eyes to his jaw before settling on his lips. And then closing themselves shut.
He does not know whether that is an invitation or not. But looks like this sweet alcohol is making him bold. So, this is what alcohol really does to you, huh, he wonders, thanking the maker for this ale that was able to make a God feel the buzz.
...
Wait.
I am feeling the buzz.
His own statement makes him blink out of the drunken trance for a second.
"Why did the beer taste sweet?" his suspicion speaks.
That suspicion is quickly turned right when he sees your meek smile and feels the floor beneath his feet sweep him face down into the ground.
"Oh f-"
The boy band patiently sits in the lounge in their own particular ways. While one is sipping on their drink, the other has got their face in their palms. One has that mischievous smirk on his face and the one sitting next to him is gazing with a look of pure confusion. One has got his brow up while tapping his lips with his index and the other one is pushing two glasses of- what looks like- water towards the one particular side. And their captain is just plain tired at this point, looking at the ones who are their centre of attention.
You and Loki.
You sway to and fro on the couch while Loki sits next to you with his head in his palms, his eyes lost in a void, given up on this world.
You are pouting by this point, looking at the empty table in the middle of the crowd of you nine.
"So...are we going to order food soon?"
You had to ask.
You feel a movement from your left and are nervous to look in that direction, whining internally when Loki drowns you in his judgmental gaze.
"I'm hungry," you mutter as you look down.
"I don't think you're getting any food today, Princess," Violet mentions, turning all the heads to him. "What, I was just translating what Loki's eyes are saying."
"But I'm hungryyy," you cry.
Loki closes his eyes and sighs.
"Serves you right to starve." Violet carries on with his translation.
"Stop it," Loki commands with his eyes still shut.
"Okay."
"Why did you spike his drink though?" Green asks put loud, making it hard for you to get away from all those curious eyes.
You shrug. "I just thought it'd be fun. Loki will let his hair down and, I don't know, dance."
"From the looks of it, it was gonna be more than a dance."
"What?"
"I said from the looks of it Loki can't dance."
Loki pretends to have not heard White's word but narrows his eyes at him when he gets the chance.
"Relax-" White gestures you two to drink the water-like liquid- "both of you are on the fourth stage. One more and it'll wear off like it was never there."
"What's the fifth stage?" you tilt your head while your hands are squeezing your abdomen. "And how do you know about these stages?"
"The Bao-Baos are our people's speciality," all seven of them say in sync, leaving you a little speechless.
"So what's the fif-"
You pause and never come back to the sentence. Your eyes are looking at infinity, seemingly lost in a trance, your body has let go of all the tightness, easing into the couch.
Loki turns to watch the slow transformation. Anyone can tell from the look on his face that the word 'worried' right now begins and ends on you. He also knows that with that metabolism of his, he is going to hit that stage you are in, in no time. And so he goes, letting his trance begin while his gaze is still settled on you.
There is a pause around the table as seven pairs of eyes observe the both of you.
"Alright boys-" White slaps his thighs- "you know what to do."
All of them get up with different tasks in mind.
Violet takes two fuzzy blankets out of nowhere to put them around you and Loki. Green lights a candle and puts it a little close to the side where his tranced bunnies sit. Orange takes the charge to put headphones on and takes a few seconds to decide whether to put on his romance playlist or horror playlist. Red and Yellow draw the curtains to the private lounge while Sky puts shades on you and Loki before tucking a plushy under your arm, Loki's arm and handing one to Lulu as well.
"Perfect," White announces, "now let's have some fun till they sober up."
He calls for Lulu- who readily jumps and settles on his shoulder- and goes out into the crowd with his brothers, leaving the two of you to go through the final stage of your colourful high.
You
The music is a soft melody with a depth given to the bass, and you can automatically tell there is a touch of Galimatias in there somewhere. Blinking and feeling the environment around you, you find yourself out in the open, an unlit paper lamp in your hand surrounded by the building and creatures you were just dancing around.
This cannot be real, is just a passing thought in your mind, never given the weight it deserves. Why? Because you are already distracted by the pairs sitting on the grass under the shimmering night sky and oil lamps either hung on the trees, rested on rock piles or kept safely on the grass.
The scenic beauty is too romantic and the smell of vanilla burning somewhere is bringing up emotions you wanted to keep hidden from the world for some time more. If it isn't for the voice that calls out for you from behind, you are quite sure another minute would have ended in tears.
"Is this the spot?"
You know the voice all too well to turn around voluntarily but a part of your subconscious itches at this new wavelength you feel in that very sound. That silken voice that has a veil over it suddenly seems...free.
And to add to your surprise, the God of Mischief who adores the shades of gold, green and black is out of the blue walking towards you in a white shirt and blue jeans. Are those ripped jeans? And did he just tie his hair back?
You are in the middle of thinking about this new persona when you are pushed into the river of questions with that slight tilt of his head and a huge smile.
If only you could see the look on your face like Loki 2.0 was seeing right now. Your frown; your wrinkled nose and those lips turned as if they have tasted something sour.
"What?" He laughs.
"You're laughing?" Your gasp of unbelief is not making it easy for the God.
"I just asked you if we're sitting here and you looked at me as if I was some strange alien." He shakes his head. So do you- at the fact that you could see his teeth throughout that sentence.
"It's just-" you lick your lips and try to move a liiiittle back, away from him- "I've never seen you smile this much, let alone laugh."
He breaks in a giggle, making you pause your breath.
"Staahhp," he nearly sings and pokes you on your collar, trying to act all shy, forcing you to wonder if he is an imposter.
"Okay, something is definitely of-faa-"
The distraction in front of you makes you miss the end of the stone beneath your step, almost sending you down seven feet but Loki is quick to catch you by your hand and pulling in towards him by your waist.
Ah. Now, this chest to chest nearness is quite familiar. So is that scent that naturally lingers on him. It is him. More or less.
Loki
The illuminated aquatic ball gets a red and yellow micro planet down the hole. The tentacled pink alien grumbles something at his opponent, breaks his cue stick and stomps out of the bar.
A nonchalant chuckle comes of that very opponent as he straightens himself after those smooth three shots. "Come back when you are old enough to stop whining."
"One Midgardian Sex on the Beach for Loki," the waitress sings before setting the twirling glass down beside his cue stick and walking away- but not before she has felt that ass on her fingers.
There is not much colour on his face except for a tired look in his eyes when he feels those intruding hands on his jeans.
"Get those hands away be-"
"Before he cuts them off clean."
Loki has to turn to find the source of the voice that is somewhat quite usual to his ears. And when he does, the waitress is forgotten right at that moment, for all his senses are on you.
You stand at the entrance facing Loki, who has to take a lungful of this musty bar air to come to terms that the person wearing a generous amount of kajal and smokey eyes is you. That smile on your lips assures him that.
But the outfit brings back some more questions.
All black. Those jeans- black. That tank top- black. That leather jacket- black. Those high boots- black. Those belt accessories hanging off those thighs- wait, they actually look good on her. And is that a nose ring?
Your steps come to a halt right in front of the God; the very God who stands there nearly toppling over his cue stick.
Your fingers take the liberty to tap him under the chin and draw yourself close enough. "Better keep that butt safe from unwanted hands before I claw someone for even looking at them," you whisper before pretending to bite him and walking away with his drink.
The chill around his neck does not subside even after you're gone. And he is still wondering just one thing.
"What kind of bao-bao did she eat now?"
You
"What?"
"...Nothing."
Loki smiles and tries to hide his face in his hair. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
It's no lie. You have been staring at Loki for the past twenty minutes with a smile on your face. You are sitting the same way you were sitting when he longingly looked at a couple making out, or when he moaned while eating a burger, or when he said you looked pretty in the moonlight.
"I am wondering," you hum, letting your arm cradle your head, your gaze still stuck on him.
"Wondering what." Loki mirrors you.
"How amazing you are," you sigh, closing your eyes, "and yet I miss my Loki."
Loki
"Are you comfortable in those?"
He is still getting used to your eyes following every single hot body that passes by the room, checking them out without any restraints.
Your eyes finally come back to him and find him pointing at your outfit. "Why? You wanna borrow them for the night?"
Your suggestive voice raises the God's brows and forces him to inhale through his mouth before blowing all that air out.
"I will just borrow my own drink for now," he acknowledges while taking his cocktail and downing it in huge gulps, all the while you sit there with your legs apart, resting quite casually with your arms on the bar table.
Breathing in through your teeth you lick your lips. "You are looking quite yummy today, Loki-" you tilt your head and smirk with your eyes- "wonder how you'll look on that pool table there."
"Quite heavy on top of you," he quips, feeling a burp come up.
His arms go past you to keep the glass over the tabletop when he feels your legs wind themselves around his to pull him closer.
"What makes you think you'll get to the top?" you point out while playing with his belt loops.
Loki looks at you for one long minute. Eventually, he lets his hand set those two hair strands in their place, every from those side braids that add something to your look which clearly does something to Loki.
"As painfully lovely as that offer is," Loki hums and looks right into your eyes, "I feel I should rather bear with the Y/N I know."
You wake up with a jolt to the bass-boosted music thumping outside. Removing the shades and rubbing your eyes you nearly slip your lenses out. "Fuck," you mumble under your breath before realising you had been drooling. On Loki's shirt.
Your fingers work discreetly to wipe that drool off his black shirt.
"You are buying me a new one." His voice reverberates in your ear that is closer to his chest, sending goosebumps down your body.
Slowly moving away from his chest to sit straight, you wipe the marks of your saliva away from your lips and clear your throat.
Loki clears his throat and snaps the knots in his neck and then removes his shades.
"I didn't realise when I fell asleep," you mumble as your fingers move through your hair to straighten them out.
"Probably went through the last stage," Loki insists, removing any wrinkles from his shirt and finding something resembling a plushy under his arm.
"Which was one bizarre dream," he mutters.
"Felt like a weird dream," you utter.
Both of you freeze for a short second at the synchronisation of your thoughts, turning to face each other for one fleeting moment. As if looking into each other's eyes opens certain doors that did not seem to be there before, both of you turn away to hide your heated faces- questioning whether the other one knows something.
You busy your hands to move your hair behind your ears. Loki pulls at his cuffs before trying to scratch an itch in the back of his head. You move the blanket over you closer to your chest before wanting to bury your face in it. Loki tries to play with the plushy's head, trying his best to check if he could see you from the corner of his eyes.
"Do you wear white?" You blurt out without a warning and it is only later that your eyes are popping out as words register in your mind.
"What?" Loki is confused. He blinks and tilts his head a bit. "Uhh, no. I...don't." He does not know why he is answering that question.
"Do you have a naval piercing?" He asks, genuinely curious; more like cautious.
"God no," you gasp, feeling your hand go over your naval to check.
You blow out some of that hot air burning inside you. Loki inhales, trying to look at anything but you.
"Have you ever tried braiding your hair?"
Even though it is an interesting question, it is a bit strange coming from Loki.
"Like, like those side braids?" You ask softly, showing him a rough example on your hair. Loki nods.
"No-" you shake your head- "but it'll look good on you."
Loki nods. "You too. It will look great on you as well."
"And a bun at back will look good on you as well."
A minute or two passes as you two sit there awkwardly, trying to find something to talk about. You look at your wrist to watch the time before realising you are not wearing a watch. Loki is scratching an itch on his palm as he tries to come up with a strategy.
"Oh!" you jolt up in your seat at a sudden realisation. "the kids!"
"Hmm?"
"We should find Lulu and Javier."
"Oh! Yes!" Loki nods and gathers the blankets and the headphones, keeping them at one side before getting up with you. "We should find them and get back home."
"I hope they are okay."
"They better be okay or I will kill those colourful bastards for neglecting the kids in their care."
And off you two go into the alien rave, thinking the new door has been shut for good, never anticipating the events that are about to come that would change the whole dynamic of many relationships.