We survive.

This was a horrible idea. You still didn’t know why you’d agreed to this mission in the first place… maybe because Fury hadn’t really given you the chance to refuse.

Your eyes scanned the crowd as you tried to make out the target. Thanks to Tony’s newest invention, you were wearing a contact lens that could track your target immediately. Plus, it also showed you any possible dangers that could occur. You’d receive an alert if someone posed a possible threat.

There had been a few complaints from the team, but overall the reaction had been positive.

“Target to your right.” Loki’s deep voice whispered right into your ear. For a second you thought it was coming through the earpiece – at least until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

You tried to suppress the shiver that threatened to run down your spine.

Loki chuckled quietly. “Relax, darling. We’re romantically involved, remember? At least for the rest of the evening.”

You tried not to let his words affect you. He was right: for tonight you were a couple… in theory.

Loki’s fingers caressed your cheek as he gently pushed your face a little to the right.

“There. Do you see him?”

The lens caught the target while you were still focused on Loki’s firm body pressed against your back. His fingertips brushed your skin so tenderly that you almost melted on the spot.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Got him.”

Loki didn’t respond. You felt his slightly cool breath against your neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder and inhaled the scent of your perfume.

“You smell so sweet.” he mumbled, but his voice was so low that you had trouble understanding him at all. You tried to keep your eyes on the target, but it became almost impossible to focus on anything but Loki: his firm body pressed against your back, his hands gently holding your waist, his lips on your skin as he pressed a faint kiss into the crook of your neck.

“Goddammit, get a room!” Clint grumbled through the earpiece.

Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered where you were. You took an involuntary step forward to put distance between yourself and Loki.

Loki didn’t let you leave, though. His hands gripped your waist just a little tighter and pulled you back in, and his deep voice rumbled right next to your ear as he kissed your neck again, using that as a cover to whisper a response.

“Relax, Barton. We’re just playing our parts, remember?”

That stung harder than you’d expected it to. You gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to push Loki away from you.

Clint just huffed, and you would’ve bet money that he was rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, and while you’re doing that, the target’s getting away.”

You took a deep breath and stepped out of Loki’s arms, ignoring his attempts to pull you back in.

Your contact lens spotted the target before you could. He was standing halfway across the room, talking to a guy who the lens identified as a wanted arms dealer.

You pushed your shoulders back and strutted over to him, swaying your hips slightly as you walked. Once you reached the two men, you cleared your throat coyly and extended your hand to your target.

“Mr. Hunt? Y/n L/n, nice to meet you. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

The man accepted your hand, looking you up and down as he did so. He bent his head to kiss your knuckles.

“Always happy to meet a fan, Miss L/n. Especially one as stunning as you.”

You fought against the urge to throw up, right onto his expensive black suit.

Why were you even surprised that he was a douchebag? You’d expected it, with all that money he had...

“He’s hooked.” Clint whispered through the earpiece. “Get him alone somewhere and take him out.”

You smiled at Mr. Hunt from beneath your lashes, pretending to be flattered by the compliment. In reality, you’d heard all his stupid lines before. He wasn’t creative enough to come up with anything original, not like –

You pushed that thought away immediately and let your fingers brush slowly along your target’s forearm.

“Is there… anywhere we could talk? Preferably alone?”

Something flickered in his eyes.

Fear gripped your heart in an icy grasp, and for a second you were sure he’d caught onto your games.

“Shh, darling, stay calm…” another voice whispered into your ear. “You got him. He doesn’t suspect anything, trust me.”

You gulped and suppressed a shiver. Loki’s reassurance did wonders for your nerves, even though it sent a stab of pain right through your chest.

You let your voice drop a little bit and leaned closer to your target.

“I heard you have an amazing art collection. How does one get a… private tour? By the owner himself?”

Mr. Hunt chuckled and licked his lips, a gesture that was probably supposed to look seductive.

You found it disgusting.

“Well, Miss L/n, I happen to have a private tour scheduled in a few minutes. Would you like to join me?” He offered you his hand again.

At least his hands were well-manicured, you had to give him that. But whatever he did, you’d automatically compare him to Loki anyway… and he didn’t stand a chance against the god you were secretly in love with.

“Of course, Mr. Hunt.”

You put on your most flirtatious smile and took his hand. Your voice sounded incredibly fake to your own ears, but your target didn’t show any signs that he’d noticed.

Mr. Hunt led you through a few rooms that you remembered from the building layouts you’d studied in preparation for this mission. He told you all about his estate and how he’d accumulated his wealth – conveniently leaving out the part that he actually sold stolen artworks on the black market. And that one of those very “art pieces” was important S.H.I.E.L.D. technology.

He opened the door to his personal gallery through fingerprint sensor, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture as he led you inside and closed the door.

In the blink of an eye, you had him pinned face-first against the door with his arm pinned high up his back, threatening to break any minute if you only pushed it just a tad higher.

“The flash drive with your customer contacts. Where is it!”

Mr. Hunt only whimpered in pain.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his arm higher, causing him to scream as the first bone audibly cracked.

“Owww, okay, okay! Jacket pocket, right side! Please just stop…”

You reached into the described pocket and found the drive, slipping it into a secret pocket at the waist of your dress. “Is that the only one? Are there copies?”

The man just shook his head wildly. “This is the only one, I swear! My employees have it memorized!”

It was kind of amusing to see him so panicked and in pain after he had presented himself as such an arrogant asshole all evening.

You rolled your eyes and delivered a well-calculated blow to his temple, knocking him out in the process. Then you left him lying on the floor as you exited the room and closed the door behind you.

“Got the drive. I will meet you at the exit.”

Clint chuckled, but he sounded proud. “Great job, Y/n. I’m waiting at the exit. Time to get your ass over here, Laufeyson.”

Loki didn’t comment on the jab and addressed you instead. “I’m on the floor above you, darling. Very well done, indeed.”

You looked up and saw him leaning against the stair-rail in that ridiculous, form-fitting black suit with the black coat over it. Your heart skipped a beat as he gracefully walked down the stairs and stopped next to you, his arm wrapping gently around your waist.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?”

Home, in this case, was Stark Tower, where you’d be heading to once you’d met back up with Clint. Your stomach still fluttered because he’d called it home, even though you didn’t know why.

You allowed him to lead you back through the annoyingly long hallways as you tried to ignore how close to you he was again, and the scent of his cologne that you inhaled with every breath.

Your stomach jumped when Loki’s voice rumbled into your ear. “Gods, darling, that dress… If we weren’t on a mission, I’d push you up against a wall and take you right here.”

Your legs almost gave out, and you had to fight for balance to keep yourself upright. Now your panties were definitely ruined…

Loki chuckled quietly and pulled you closer, stabilizing you.

“You like that, hm?” he whispered almost casually, but with that same seductive baritone from before. “The idea of me grabbing your hips and pushing you against the wall? My hand slipping into your panties, feeling how wet you are, teasing you with my fingers until you’re begging me to fuck you…”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from whimpering. The picture he was painting in your head was too vivid; and fuck, he was right: you wanted it. You wanted him.

Loki’s voice somehow dropped even lower. “I’d grab that pretty ass of yours and push you up against the wall… and then I’d fuck you right there, deep and slow, until you’re coming on my cock.”

Your muscles clenched hard around nothing.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying so hard not to moan out loud. “Fuck.” you whispered under your breath.

There was a pause, before a pointed cough echoed through the earpiece.

“I definitely didn’t need to hear that.” Clint grumbled. He sounded annoyed, but a hint of embarrassment lingered in his voice as well.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stammered an apology. “Clint, listen, I…”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Clint just let out a deep sigh.

“Get out of here, both of you.” he said, and you’d never heard him sound so tired. “I’ll handle the rest. You guys need some time to… talk.”

Loki nodded before you could argue.

“We will.”

He paused, then added, “Thank you, Barton. I suppose I owe you a favor.”

Clint just sighed. “Don’t mention it. Really… don’t mention it.”

A click followed. He’d shut off your earpieces.

You looked up at Loki, utterly confused about the whole conversation. What the hell just happened?

Loki graced you with a soft smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“I suppose I wasn’t as good at hiding my feelings from Barton as I thought. He must have known for a while…”

He trailed off and took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“The truth is… I love you, Y/n. I am deeply and helplessly in love with you.”

Your jaw practically hit the floor. For a second you thought you were hallucinating, at least until Loki’s fingertips touched your cheek and caressed it very gently.

You didn’t know who leaned in first, but a second later you were kissing, and the soft kiss quickly morphed into heated passion as you finally acted on all the pent-up feelings you’d both been harboring for each other.

You didn’t remember how you got back to Stark Tower or into Loki’s room, only that sometime during your heated kisses, you told him that you loved him too.

Loki’s hands were gentle as he undressed you, covering your skin with countless little kisses that burned your skin like fire.

You, on the other hand, practically ripped his coat and suit jacket off of him. You just couldn't help yourself; his dirty promises from earlier had left you desperate beyond belief.

Loki groaned right into your ear as he finally, slowly pushed his cock into you. “You have no idea how- ohh fuck, you’re so tight, darling! You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of this, w- uhhhm- wanting this...”

You gasped and clung to his shoulders, trying your hardest to just keep breathing. Loki’s cock stretched you out slowly, inch by inch, and even though it was uncomfortable, you really didn’t care. Because it was him.

“Fuck.” you whimpered quietly once he filled you to the brim. You could feel every ridge and every vein, with your walls squeezing him so tightly. You tried to relax but it didn’t help.

Loki lifted one hand from your waist to cup your cheek, gently caressing it.

“Open your eyes, darling.” he whispered, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “Please, look at me.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You took a deep breath, and  finally, slowly, you opened your eyes.

You weren’t prepared to see Loki’s face right in front of yours, so close that you felt his breath on your lips. Nothing could have prepared you for the soft expression in his eyes as he looked at you, the sweetest smile on his lips that you had ever seen. He was just…

“Beautiful.” you whispered at the same time.

Both of you paused for a second, just staring at each other, before you burst out into laughter.

Loki leaned forward as he laughed, accidentally pushing his cock further into you. Your muscles clenched around him in response.

You choked on a giggle and clung to his shoulders, desperately gasping for air. “O-ohh, fuck…”

Loki groaned under his breath. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours as he shuddered.

“Ohh gods, darling… You feel s-so f-fucking good!”

He took a deep breath and observed your face with worried eyes, his demeanor still surprisingly careful and gentle, even though his cock was twitching inside of you.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.

You just shook your head. Hurt you? No, he definitely hadn’t just hurt you… he’d given you a glimpse of what was to come: a pleasure unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You rolled your hips, pushing his cock even deeper, and a gasp slipped out of your mouth as the feeling left you breathless.

Loki followed the movement almost instinctively. He moaned softly before he started thrusting into you, very gently and carefully at first… just like he’d promised you earlier.

“D- Darling, I… uhhh! I’m trying really h-h-ahh-rd to take it slow, but I don’t think I can h-ohh-hold back much longer…”

You giggled breathlessly. This whole situation was crazy. You’d been dreaming of moments like this for months, just silently pining after Loki during every mission briefing. And every meeting… and every waking and sleeping hour, really. Actually living it now was like a rush that left you light-headed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Loki raised his eyebrows, a playful smile slowly spreading over his face.

“What’s so funny, darling?” he asked quietly and bucked his hips, ripping the laughter right from deep within your throat. “Am I not fucking you hard enough, is that it?”

Your head fell back against the wall and your lips parted, but the only thing that came out was an almost pathetic whimpering sound. Fuck, you could feel him hitting you so deep, so very deep inside…

Loki chuckled and thrust into you again, slightly harder than before.

A wave of heat rushed through your body, all the way down to your toes. You moaned helplessly. Your nails dug into Loki’s shoulders as you tried to anchor yourself, searching for anything to not be swept away with the rising tide.

“F-Fuck, please…”

You didn’t even recognize your own voice at first; it was so much higher and more whiny than you’d ever heard it before. But any shame or embarrassment you might have felt was washed away immediately when Loki bucked his hips again… and this time, he didn’t stop.

“Gods, the sounds you make, darling… Makes me want to just fuck you, to claim you. To make sure that no one else will ever fuck you like I do. Ohh fuck yes, grind your hips, darling! Grind against me while I f-fuck you! Uhhh, yes, that’s it, just like that! Good girl…”

You gasped helplessly and bucked your hips, trying your best to match Loki’s pace as he practically pounded you into the wall. Everyone could probably hear you even a few rooms away, but you didn’t care. By tomorrow morning everyone would probably know anyway, especially when you’d go into the post-mission briefing with Loki’s love bites all over your neck. And fuck, it was worth it.

“F-f- uhh, fuck!” you barely got the words out. “F-faster, please…”

Loki growled and kissed you hungrily. He gripped your thighs tighter, digging his fingers into your skin as he pressed you against the wall with his body weight. You moaned into his mouth, holding onto his shoulders for dear life while he somehow started thrusting faster.

“Is – uhh! – Is that… fast enough for you… darling?” Loki grunted into your ear, “Or – f-f-fuck – do you want it – uhhhhm – even harder?”

His voice had now shifted almost completely to that deep growl that could drive you wild in a couple of seconds. He shifted his weight until the only thing holding you up against the wall was his hips as he thrust into you over and over again, and your legs, which were still wrapped around his waist. Instead, one of his hands wandered to the back of your neck and held your head with a surprisingly soft touch, while the other one slowly brushed your thigh before sliding down to where your bodies were connected.

Your entire body jerked when Loki started to rub your clit with gentle motions. A sound ripped from your throat that you had never heard before, a noise so animalistic that if you could think clearly, you would’ve been shocked. Loki’s gentle touch brought you so close to the orgasm you craved that you could only sob in desperation as he played your sensitive body like an instrument.

You couldn’t even beg him to let you come, as even the ability to form words was completely wiped from your mind. All you cared about was the fire inside of you that threatened to burn you alive… and only the god who was rutting into you like an animal could bring you salvation.

Loki gasped as your walls clamped down around him. His head fell forward against your shoulder, but even though he was trembling just as much as you were, he didn’t stop moving.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, darling?” he whispered against your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss against your skin.

You could only sob in response as you nodded desperately.

Loki groaned under his breath and lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours again. He kissed you slowly but passionately, and you kissed him back with all the love and desperation that was filling every cell of your body.

Loki broke the kiss again rather soon. He had slowed down his thrusts during the kiss, but now he picked up speed again, rubbing your clit faster to match the pace of his hips.

“Then come for me. Come with me, darling, come on!”

You moaned his name as your orgasm finally hit you, leaving you shaking like a leaf in Loki’s arms. Your walls squeezed his cock like a vice, which sent him over the edge as well… and yet throughout all of it, he held you steady.

Loki carried you to his bed afterwards and covered both of you with a blanket.

You smiled and curled up against his chest, resting your head so close to his heart that you would’ve sworn you could feel it beating.

“Clint is gonna hate us.” you mumbled.

Loki just chuckled and stroked your cheek with his fingertips.

“Perhaps.” he whispered in a soft voice. “But I’m sure he’ll be happy for us, don’t you think?”

You tried to imagine how Clint would react tomorrow, but your mind was already growing hazy. You nodded instead and snuggled closer to Loki.

“Love you…”

Your words came out slurred. You fell asleep almost immediately after that, with Loki’s response guiding you into a deep and peaceful slumber.

“I love you too, darling. So much more than you know…”

I... idk what happened with this fic, y'all. I guess I've learned some stuff during my mental health break, and then this fic kinda just developed a mind of its own. Happy belated birthday again, @muddyorbsblr 💜 I guess this is also kind of for you too.

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