#buckysmischief

It was no secret that you and Loki did not get along. In fact, it was extremely well known, to the point where your fellow Avengers went out of their way to keep the two of you apart.

Training never went well when the two of you were there. Poor Thor spent so much time trying to occupy Loki so that he wouldn’t notice you had entered the gym, but Loki had seen you before you’d seen him. He managed to trick Thor into believing that Wanda was flagging him down, and by the time Thor turned his attentions back to his brother, Loki was already across the gym.

“Care to spar?” Loki smirked, towering above you as you tightened the laces of your sneakers.

Ugh. You knew it would never end well. One of you would end up in the infirmary, like always. It was usually you, but you prided yourself on the fact that you’d managed to get Loki in there at least three times. One of those times had been four days ago. Now Loki was back, and he was clearly ready to even the score. He hated being bested by anyone, but especially you. You’d been a Valkyrie before Asgard had fallen, and you were one of the few in the tower who could take Loki on.

“I’d love to,” you smirked, “but are you sure your ego isn’t still too bruised?”

“I assure you, pet, I am fully recovered from your feeble attempt to wound me,” Loki rolled his eyes. You loved that you could rile him up enough for him to display such childish behavior. “I was in the infirmary no longer than an hour.”

“Yes, because you used seidr to heal yourself. If you’d left it be, your arm would have stayed broken for at least a week. We heal quickly, but not *that* quickly,” you crossed your arms, the action causing attention to be drawn to your chest. You saw his eyes flick down momentarily, and an idea sparked.

Loki prided himself on being essentially unattainable. No mere mortal could turn his head, not even the Black Widow herself. However, you were no mere mortal. You could use this to your advantage.

“Are we going to get on the mat, or are we going to stand here all day?” You asked boredly, careful not to show any sign that you knew you’d caught his attention.

Loki’s eyes, which had quickly snapped away from your chest as you began speaking, narrowed. He silently turned and walked onto the mat. You followed, bracing yourself the moment you stepped foot on the mat. Loki didn’t play fair, and you knew it. You were right to trust your instincts, as the second you had both feet on the mat, Loki whirled around and swung one powerful fist in your direction. You ducked expertly, grabbing the offending arm and landing a single jab to his abdomen. You heard him grunt, and he pulled his arm from your grasp, dropping to kick your legs out from under you. You jumped, narrowly avoiding his swinging leg, and he rose to his feet just in time to be knocked off of them, with your arm coming across his chest and your foot locking behind his knees and pulling. He landed flat on his back with a pained rush of air, and you were quick to straddle his hips and pin his arms down.

“I win,” you smirked.

“Again,” Loki growled. He was angry, and you could see his jaw clench harder as you subtly pressed your hips harder into his.

“You sure you can handle getting beat by a valkyrie twice in a—“

Your retort was cut short as you were slammed onto the mat, Loki using your cocky attitude as the perfect distraction to flip you onto your back.

“You know, if you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask, pet,” he hissed in your ear, one of his hands squeezing at the flesh where it was resting under your ass.

You blushed profusely, suddenly thrown off and unsure of how to respond. You didn’t expect him to turn this around on you, and now that you had his attention, you didn’t know what to do with it. All that came out when you tried was a lot of sputtering and incoherent words.

“I didn’t— I’m not—!” You took a frustrated breath, trying to collect yourself. “I-I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression—!”

“I assure you, I have the right impression,” he smirked, two fingers coming to grip your chin. “Fear not, pet. I burn for you the same way you burn for me.”

You shoved him off of you, storming to the bench. “My apologies, Odinson, for the miscommunication, but you are incorrect in your assumption that I am at all interested in you.” You angrily packed your wraps and water bottle into your bag and stormed out of the gym, looking to get as far from Loki Odinson as you possibly could. What was wrong with you? It was as if you’d never spoken to the man. He showed interest, which was your goal. Why were you suddenly unable to handle it?

You hurried to your room in the tower, only to be met at your door by the very trickster god you were trying to avoid.

“You know, the elevator is quite a bit faster than the stairs,” he said boredly, eyes half lidded and filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out.

“Haven't you ever heard of boundaries? Personal space? Time alone? Any of this ringing a bell?” You rolled your eyes, pushing past him into your room.

He just chuckled and followed you in, shutting the door. “Why don’t you just admit that you wish to bed me?”

“Must you be so crass?” You asked irritatedly.

“Must you avoid the question?” He asked, his smirk a permanent fixture on his face.

“Must you—” your growl was cut off by his lips on yours. You stiffened, before slowly melting into his touch. The kiss was incredibly soft, his lips moving slowly against yours.

He pulled back slowly, keeping your faces just inches apart.

“Must you always talk back?” He whispered, his breath tickling your lips.