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Creature Comfort - Chapter 1

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Summary: Loki is enamored by you, and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone? Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character Word Count: 2631 Warnings: Fluff. Flirtatious Loki. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Excuse me. But that’s my spot.” You cleared your throat. You looked at Loki expectantly. Willing him to move away with just the deep stare of your eyes. You only got up mere seconds ago to use the bathroom. Your Kindle still lying on the armrest where you left it.

Loki just continued to read his book. Even so much as having the audacity to turn the page. “I quite like this spot. I can see why you center yourself here every time you come out.” He said as he crossed his legs. His right ankle over his left knee. Indicating to you that he will not move. Not even with you shooting daggers at his head.

“The seat is relatively close to the window, giving you ample sunlight to read but far enough that you don’t get hot from its rays. The angle makes it so you could see out to the foyer of the elevator and the lab, allowing you to gather who’s around you at all times. And the location itself is reasonably close to the kitchen, allowing you access to sustenance if need be.” Loki proceeded to point out to you. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.” He said finally looking up at you with a sly smirk.

You narrowed your eyes and took a deep breath as you snatched your Kindle from the armrest. “Fine. That’s fine.” You settled slightly aggrieved. “I’ll just…sit here instead.” You gritted as you sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Loki looked back down at his book, trying to hide his slight chuckle.

You started your Kindle and glided over the hot leather of the couch. It singed where your skin had made contact with the sun-exposed leather. The sun beat down ferociously on your neck, making you uncomfortable in the heat. A refreshing glass of iced tea should fix this. But you were already settled on the couch and you would have to maneuver your way through the entire room and past the other furniture to get to the kitchen itself. It might make you sound lazy. Sure, but you’re a creature of comfort. You decided that it wasn’t worth it.

Annoyed, you continued to read on your Kindle. But every time there was a rustle of sound or the bell of the lift, your attention was stolen. It irked you that you couldn’t just look up quickly to see who came in and out of the doorways. You felt so cut off. So annoyed. So very hot.

You stood up with a growl and gave up. With one final murderous look to Loki, you stomped back into your room.

Seven minutes and fifty-two seconds. She lasted longer than I thought. He thought to himself as he turned the page.

The next day, you were relieved to find your favorite reading spot available. Looking around, you couldn’t see the trickster in sight. You happily sunk into the cool leather, tucked your feet under yourself, and fired up your Kindle. You were smart to get yourself a drink before you sat down. You happily sipped on the cup savoring the ease and relaxation you sought out yesterday but were denied.

Thinking about it made you huff. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.”

Wait.

Does he think about me? A sultry heat traveled throughout your body, making your insides flutter. He couldn’t. Not in that way. He meant it as a passing comment on how clever I could be. Not that he imagines or thinks about me in any way. You rolled your eyes at yourself, chuckling. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear Loki shuffle in as he sat next to you on the sofa.

You were taken aback as he proceeded to lie down with his head on your lap. He crossed his legs and started to read his book.

“Excuse me.” You said with a slight bristle. Loki looked up at you with his blue-green eyes, glistening with playfulness. His smile grew from ear to ear.

“You’re my pillow now.” He simply stated. He continued to read his book and you wanted to scrub that devilish smile off that beguiling face of his.

“Your what?!”

“Well, you’re sitting at the prime location for reading. And I can’t very well take it from you, that would be extremely uncouth of me.” A jab, no doubt, at you for trying to reclaim your spot yesterday. “So, you’re my pillow now.” He ended his explanation with a smile and continued with his book.

You stared.

Just stared at him. Unable to process what just happened. Other than yesterday, this was the most contact the two of you ever had. These were the most words the two of you had ever exchanged. You hadn’t even been on a mission together. Now he’s lying on your lap?!

You sucked your lips thin. Fine. I can play this game too. You thought. You took in a deep breath and tried to ignore the enticing smell of his cologne mingling with the warm air and you continued to read your book.

You must’ve read the same sentence twice - three times before he said something. “You’re not usually this still when you’re reading. Are you not enjoying your book? Would you like to trade?” He offered.

“Um, no,” you said with restraint.

“Just as well. I’m getting to a really interesting part in my story.” He turned the page and continued. Usually? What does he mean ‘usually?’ Does he ‘usually’ watch me while I read?

You were saved from thinking on it further when Sam passed through the door. “Come on you two. Emergency meeting. Steve just got back with Tony. They want a quick get-together.” Sam said as he passed through on his way to the conference room. If Sam noticed the too-familiar state that you and Loki were in, he didn’t reveal it.

A few weeks later, after just coming back from your mission, you decided to unwind. You gathered your Kindle, and a nice cup of tea and headed to your favorite spot on the sofa. It didn’t surprise you to smell that all-too enticing cologne. Then feel his head rest on your thighs as he let out a contented sigh.

“Should I just expect this from you whenever I’m here?” you asked not bothering to look down at him.

“I like using you as my pillow. Does it bother you? Would you like me to use you as something else?” he crooned. Not bothering to look up at you either. You couldn’t help the tingling heat that radiated from the tips of your toes to the strands of your hair. You cleared your throat, trying not to let the statement affect you.

You took a big sigh and gave in. You sat there, reading line after line of your book. You stayed quiet at first, listening to the rustle of his book. The swaying of his foot on the couch. You noted how he had one foot on the couch resting. The other one bent to the floor, supporting himself. It was almost as if he was ready and willing to get off of you the moment you tired of the silly little game that he was playing.

That alone made you relax. You concluded that he was just being playful. Overly flirtatious, sure. But innocent, nonetheless.

You started reading your book. Really reading it. Immersing yourself in the story, in the words. You were reading a key dialogue from the main character when Loki suddenly professed, “You can’t possibly imagine how good that feels.”

You looked down to see his eyes closed in serene enjoyment. A smirk on his pink lips and your fingers running through his soft black hair. His book, resting on his chest, splayed open like it was discarded after you started stroking his head. Both of his feet now crisscrossed on top of the sofa.

You stood up abruptly, mortified at what you had just done. Loki grunted as his head fell onto the couch cushions without your support.

“I have to go.” You stammered.

“Do you really have to though?” He teased. “I was enjoying your hands on me.” You turned beet red as you walked away.

What is going on? Why is he affecting you so much?

You steered clear of the common area after that. Whenever the team was hanging out, you’d find yourself down at the gym instead, training. Or at the lab helping Bruce. You hadn’t picked up your Kindle since then either. The line you had bookmarked reminding you of the moment your fingers glided through his soft hair and felt…excitement?

Horrible embarrassment just engulfed you. You couldn’t shake the feeling. You couldn’t stop his words from running through your head.

‘Would you like me to use you as something else?’

‘I was enjoying your hands on me.’

And every time you would think of him, you could faintly smell a hint of his cologne, making you delve deeper into thoughts of him.

That’s it! He’s just trying to get inside my head! But why?

You spent most of your time training now. You avoided the common room altogether. As you were punching and kicking your way around the sandbag, you continued thinking about all the reasons why the god of mischief suddenly has an interest in you. Each punch, each kick, you offered a reason.

Maybe he wants to annoy me. Maybe it’s a prank. It’s a cruel prank. Maybe he just really likes me. If he really likes me, I’ll probably be just a notch on his belt and nothing more. I’ve seen the way he flirts with people at the parties. The way they all flock to his charm and allure. He could have a pick of any one of them. Maybe…maybe he just wants my spot on the couch.

“I’ve missed you.” Came his smooth voice from behind you. You turned around startled, almost punching him in the face. He caught your fist, inches away from pummeling his nose. You stood there, stunned. He continued to hold your hand, mirth dancing in his eyes.

He caressed your hand gently. “You’re not wearing gloves.” He observed. You tried to jerk your hand back, away from his soft touch. His cool skin. But he held it firmly, unwrapping the bloody bandage that had started to tear and become loose.

When he finally unwrapped your hand, he lifted it up to his lips and softly laid kisses on your wounded knuckles. His cool lips felt curative on your heated skin. His eyes never strayed from yours as he placed a firm kiss on each wound. He did the same for your other hand. Neither of you saying a word.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked out of breath.

“Because you’re hurt. For such a cautious, logical person, you’d think you’d be better prepared.” He answered.

“No. I mean why…” You took a deep breath at his answering smile. He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to confront the issue.

“Why are you always around me, seeking my company.”

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked. Rejection blared inside his heart. There was a long pause before you spoke again.

“Why are you teasing me?” That wasn’t a ‘no,’ he noted.

“Because I like you,” he said plainly. As if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“No, you don’t,” you countered. Unable to believe that anyone in their right mind would be attracted to you.

You walked away, heading to your water bottle. You needed something in your hands. You needed something on your lips. All too soon, your body was restless. It craved to be touched.

“Very few people ever tell me what I can and can’t do, darling. Even fewer still have the audacity to tell me what I’m feeling.” He started circling you, holding his hands behind his back, like a predator sizing up its next meal.

“I have done nothing to lead you on.” You felt exposed. You felt unnerved as he orbited you. His yearning gaze concentrates on the exposed parts of your skin.

“And that is precisely why I’m attracted to you. From the very beginning, you resisted my charms. You don’t try to grab my attention. You simply exist. Like a star in the night sky, dancing so brightly, showing your light, but letting the moon outshine you. But I see what you really are.”

“And what is that?” you asked skeptically with a raised brow.

“What are all stars really, but a sun,” he said stopping behind you. “So bright and warm. Helping others thrive…” He came closer to you. You could smell his cologne mixing with the warm scent of your own body.

You turned your head slightly to watch him. But like any prey, you kept your body turned towards the exit, ready to run if he tried to pull something.

“You lure me in with the light in your eyes …” Step. “The gravity of your smile …” Step. “The heat of your lips…” Step. Loki whispered the last part so close to your ear, that you shivered down your spine.

He gently ran his finger down your arm, feeling the goosebumps that had formed. You jerked away from his touch, not expecting him. “What do you want. Loki?” You ground your teeth. Shaking your head as if you were put under a spell.

“You vexing woman. I just told you.” He laughed. But his smile was short-lived as he realized something about you. “Is it that you do not trust me? Or that you do not trust yourself?” He asked.

“Do I trust you?” You repeated his question. “In a fight. Absolutely. I trust you with my life.” It’s true. You know he wouldn’t hesitate to save you or protect you. And you would do the same for him.

“But you do not trust me - with your heart,” he finished. Your eyes glistened and burned. You walked away before he could say anymore. You ran like the helpless prey that you were, away from him.

He was mocking you. He had to be. There was no way his feelings were genuine. He was unattainable. A true god indeed compared to your humble origins. There was no way you had fallen for him so quickly. You’ve never even seen him that way until that significant day on the couch when he decided he wanted to sit on your spot.

Weeks went by and you avoided the common room and the training room altogether, opting to work out at your local gym instead. You started to retreat to the many laboratories that Tony and Bruce had. You were helping Tony strategize new uses for his arc reactors. Diverting most of your time away from the small comforts you had weeks ago.

A creature of comfort. That’s exactly what you were. If your contentment was disturbed in any way. You hid. You changed. You adapted to expel whatever, or whomever, it was that was giving you discomfort. Then absorb your new conditions till you were settled again.

“Be careful not to touch those two c…” Tony started to say pointing to an encased batch of palladium on the counter. But before he could finish his sentence, a small explosion happened in front of your workstation, propelling you backward. You knocked your head onto the table behind you, then…black.

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