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The Pursuit of a Simple Life (Chapter 3 - Penthouse Passion)
[Co-Authored with @emeraldrosequartzâ]
Rating: 18+ (there be lots of citrus here).
Warning: None
Pairing: Loki/Original Female Character
Summary: Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker, Gemma, and she seems to feel the same wayâŠabout Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the 'God of lies' spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life?
[Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017); THOR IS A GOOD BRO AND TOTALLY NOT HOW HE WAS IN RAGNAROK, THNX; Infinity War Doesn't Exist; Everyone lives]
A/N: Loki--OOPS, we mean, DAVE and Gemma get it on.
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IMPORTANT NOTES:
Bold Text = Loki's POV
Normal Text = Gemma's POV
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His touch was electric - soft yet firm, gentle and strong...the way he ran the tip of his nose along her pulse point, his warm breath and smiling mouth trailing goosebumps along her skin. If she had any resistance left in her, that touch dissipated all of it. She turned her face to his, eyes half-closed. It was almost trancelike, his gorgeous features taking up her entire field of vision.
âOh, Dave,â she said softly, then she leaned in and kissed him. His stubble was scratchy but wonderful, and she tasted the whiskey on his tongue. She heard herself moan just a little bit at how good he felt. Red flags be damned, this was happening.
Norns, he couldn't get enough of her. His mouth all but devoured her as he intensified the kiss, pulling her to him so quickly that she landed on his lap.Â
He groaned as she straddled him, connecting her centre to his bulging crotch.
She was so damn warm!
His head nearly spun with arousal.
Just as his mind reminded him that he was basically ruining her, his hands reached up and cupped her luscious breasts, his mouth still possessing hers... still tasting her...
Gemmaâs thighs squeezed Dave over his lap, feeling that bulge achingly straining against her. His hands were everywhere, his mouth captured hers, she was letting instinct take over as he moved with her. It felt like he was experienced, but perhaps...out of practice?
Not that she could judge...her last fling was a Tinder date almost a year ago, before she gave up on dating entirely.
âUm...Iâm on the pill...â she muttered against his mouth, instantly feeling the awkward flush redden her cheeks. âSo...thatâs covered. Are you clean, have you beenââ
The smirk he gave her quelled any other doubts she had, and he laid her down on the couch, caging her body, still running his fingers over her breasts and smiling every time she moaned or squeaked or giggled.
She watched him with wide, innocent eyes. Truth be told, she was a bit frightened, and she hoped he wouldnât make her regret going forward with this...
 Loki gazed down at her with pure want lacing all his senses. She was just so... adorable, with those doe eyes staring up at him in quiet apprehension.
It made his cock twitch with unbridled need.
"Oh Gemma," he murmured as he slipped his hands under her silly gym shirt. "You're such a sweet girl."
She squirmed under him as he rocked his arousal against her, feeling the contours of her body, splaying his hands against her breasts once again.
His lust was so intense that her bra offended him.
Quickly, he pulled his hands out and divested her of her shirt and bra, staring at her exposed flesh like a hungered beast.
Norns, it had been so damn long...
He dove straight for her bosom, lips latching onto her nipple. Not to ignore her other breast, his hand reached up to cup and squeeze it, brushing his thumb against her taut little peak.Â
This was Valhalla...
 An ecstatic moan escaped her as he started kissing and sucking on her breasts like he was starving for them. Sheâd never been touched with such enthusiasm before! Were all British guys like this?! Suddenly, she wondered about visiting London someday...
That train of thought got derailed the second his fingers found their way under her skirt and inside her panties. Oh GOD she was embarrassingly wet, and everything was moving so fast. It was thrilling. It was terrifying. It felt so good.
âOh, fuck... DAVE...â she groaned as the pleasure began to coil inside her. She rode it out white-knuckled as he toyed with her clit, and she pushed herself against him.
Now if only he would pull her hair andâ
Stop it, she told herself, then she squealed as he gave her an especially good combination of a nipple suck and clit flick. Damn...he knew how to read her body like a book...
 Loki froze for a moment when he heard the name âDaveâ upon her lips instead of â Lokiâ.Â
Damn it all to Helheim!
He'd have to just... ignore it somehow. There was no way around it, no way to make her call his name without blowing his cover completely.
"Yes, my sweet girl," he said gruffly as his fingers became acquainted with her pussy, loving the hot clench of her channel when he spoke. "I want you to come on my fingers. Now.â
His eyes locked with hers as he curved his fingers upwards, touching that sweet, cushy spot inside that he knew would drive her towards her orgasm. His thumb brushed her clit in tandem, loving how her eyes lost their focus as her pussy began to flutter.
 She didnât even have a choice in the matter.
Between his voice and his fingers and his body and his face and those eyes and this penthouse and his car and..... everything that had led up to this moment throughout the day came to a head when he commanded her to come.
The orgasm hit her before she even knew what was happening. Everything snapped and released, and she shook with the waves of intense pleasure that Dave drew from her. She was almost crying; it felt so good!
Donât start crying! Heâll stop if you cry!
So she screamed instead.
And as the pleasure tapered off into a blissful orgasmic afterglow...she realized he was unzipping her skirt. Her underwear was gone - no idea when that happened - but they were certainly not done yet.
He bent over and kissed her again, softer, happily. Then with one last quick, salacious look, he picked her naked body up and started carrying her to what she assumed was the bedroom.
It was a long walk. They kissed the whole way.
 Loki placed her gently onto his bed, pulling the duvet aside as he did so. For a moment, he just admired her as she lay there, spread out on the soft cotton sheets like a gift from the Norns...
A blush slowly worked its way up her breasts, neck and face, making him want to chase it with his tongue.Â
He took his clothes off as he stared at her, never breaking the eye contact. He knew that she admired his body. Well, at least that he kept in its original form.
Once fully naked, he climbed into the bed and on top of her, pushing her legs apart with his thighs.
"I've not been with anyone for years," he stated truthfully as his tip breached her. "I kept myself isolated. But you... I can't resist."
With that he thrust inside her slowly, closing his eyes and letting out a shuddering breath. She was like a blazing hot furnace, and his cock was very happy to be inside her.
 Her eyes rolled back as he entered her, even as her brain struggled to comprehend how Dave - the sexiest, richest, most beautiful man sheâd ever laid eyes on - hadnât been with anyone for years.
And he couldnât resist her??? The world had gone crazy. Everything was upside down and sideways. And the only thing she could do was moan and indulge in the feeling of his cock inside her and his body on top of her, panting and grasping at the sheets.
She might be dreaming. She really hoped she didnât wake up anytime soon.Â
âOh, Dave...Dave, youâre amazing. Oh fuck. OH GOD, DAVE!â She clawed at his back and unthinkingly wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper.
 He moved inside her with a slow, languorous rhythm, savouring every moment like a delicacy he had been denied for centuries.Â
He was a thirsty, thirsty man and she was his pure, soothing water...
Her moans of pleasure were music to his ears, and even though she took the name of his persona in her passion, he enjoyed it immensely.
"Gemma," he sighed into her neck as he kept thrusting, finding himself hooked on her alluring scent of citrus and flowers, "my sweet Gemma... yes, open up, take me deeper... good girl."
His words of encouragement seemed to drive her into a lustful frenzy, and so he used them more generously, making her moan louder and louder with each passing minute.
"Are you going to come for me again, baby girl? Are you close? I feel your pussy grasping my cock like vice, damn.. you're so tight."
He was loving this so much, the way she was responding to him. Norns, he was sure that she would let him do pretty much anything to her; she was that pliable .
Now that was a train of thought he most certainly knew he shouldn't get on, but he just couldn't help himself.Â
Norns... how he could train her to be his perfect, sweet little pet...
Loki, no...
Damn it...
He felt himself throb immediately, almost ready to come himself.
 âUhhhh-huuuhhhâ was all she could manage to say. She was lost - completely and utterly lost - and the only things that registered in her sex-soaked brain were that place where he invaded her and the swirling sensations of pleasure that overwhelmed her.
She screamed his name as she chased her peak; she felt his pace quicken, his voice deep and rumbling, his muscles flexing between her legs...
Then she felt him release inside her, and the warm liquid pushed her into the strongest orgasm of her life. Her entire body went rigid, she couldnât breathe, couldnât think, couldnât do anything except be in the moment and experience the insanely powerful pleasure that shot through her body. It felt almost inhuman...
 Loki kissed her soft lips as she caught her breath, her pussy still throbbing around him rhythmically, milking his cock of every drop of his essence.Â
"You're so beautiful..." he sighed against her lips, nipping at them lightly. "Even more so when you come."
He felt so light in this moment, still joined with her, basking in the afterglow. Really, why hadn't he taken her before this day?
Well, he knew why, but he still rued the fact that he could've had her much earlier than today.
 His body felt so good - so warm and comfortable as she swam in sexy afterglow. She knew she was going to fall asleep soon...or wake up from this dream soon. Whatever happened, it was coming to an end.
She felt a sad gratitude as she looked up at the most unlikely and wonderful lover sheâd ever had...a gorgeous specimen that called her beautiful.
Sheâd look back on this moment and try to process it later.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and spooned her, still nuzzling her neck and giving her soft kisses as she drifted off.
She hoped - really hoped - sheâd remember this dream when she woke up. And hopefully she could still look Dave in the eye the next day at work.
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The Pursuit of a Simple Life (Chapter 1 - PAC & Co.)
[Co-Authored with @emeraldrosequartzâ]
Rating : 18+ (there be lots of citrus here).
Warning: None
Pairing: Loki/Original Female Character
Summary: Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker, Gemma, and she seems to feel the same wayâŠabout Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the âGod of liesâ spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life?Â
[Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017); THOR IS A GOOD BRO AND TOTALLY NOT HOW HE WAS IN RAGNAROK, THNX; Infinity War Doesnât Exist; Everyone lives]
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IMPORTANT NOTES:
Bold Text = Lokiâs POV
Normal Text = Gemmaâs POV
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Loki sat at his desk, going through a list of mundane tasks that he had to perform today. Most of them were meetings.
Those just bored him enough to make him contemplate another take-over of Midgard.
At least it would be an exciting endeavour!
But⊠Loki wasnât the same as he was during the campaign of 2012. He had recovered and dealt with his demons, as the Midgardians would say. It also helped to not have a constant psychotic influence on his mind.
He still suffered from the consequences of his actions, though, in certain ways. But over all, he was faring well, if heâd say so.
After landing on Midgard, post destroying Asgard, Loki had tried to settle down with other Asgardians in New Asgard (still counted as part of Norway). But, that hadnât really worked out for him.
Thor was their king now, and Loki just couldnât stand being relegated to his brotherâs shadow while he ruled. He had himself ruled Asgard for more than three years, and now, the demotion just rankled.
The issue was, Loki wanted to carve out a niche for himself, a space where he belonged, where he could not be held down by the stuffy Asgardian values.
Hence, one day, just weeks after landing on Midgard, he had shown up at Nicholas Furyâs office. The man had nearly ruptured a vein in his head upon seeing Loki there. That was fun.
But it had worked out in Lokiâs favour in the end, for he had offered his services to SHIELD off his own volition, explaining - in great detail - how he felt responsible for the safety of Midgard.
Surprisingly, Thor had supported him in this endeavour when Fury had contacted him, entreating Fury to give Loki a chance, since he had recently rescued all of the Asgardians and been on âgood behaviourâ ever since. He had a sneaking suspicion that Thor just wanted him off his back, since he wouldnât stop nagging him about his kingly priorities and unwise administrative decisions.
For some reason, Fury hadnât put up a lot of resistance, agreeing to take Loki in as an aid to SHIELD.
Hence, here he was⊠trying his best to do his job.
Well, not quite.
He was undercover, investigating PAC & Co., the company he was pretending to work for. This was, by far, his most boring assignment in the last three years of his association with SHIELD.
The only bright point seemed to be the pretty young woman who sat a few desks away, in just the right location for them to be able to look at each other from time to time.
Her name was GemmaâŠâŠ he forgot her last name, for it was something of a tongue-twister. Ah, Spitznaegel.
She was easy on the eyes, and she wore those pretty short skirts to office, something an Asgardian lady would never do. Those lovely legs were a sight for sore eyes, a great distraction for a wandering mind.
âDave, man, you got a meeting upstairs. The boss is already there,â someone called from behind him as he admired the woman, pulling him out of his reverie.
Ugh, he hated his undercover name.
âYeah, going man.â He stood up and rushed off to the elevator, making sure to give Gemma a smooth smile as he went by her desk.
Gemma immediately slammed her hand over the doodle she had been working on when she realized that Dave might see it. She smiled back, hoping the blush she felt rising to her cheeks wasnât too apparent. She was trying to be cute and flirtyâŠbut honestly she just hoped to God she didnât come off as manic or overly excited orâŠanything that might make Dave think she was weird.
The doodle said âG+Dâ. It was really stupid and immature and something that a middle schooler would doâŠbut this job was SO BORING. Any kind of creative outlet helped her get through her day. And daydreaming about the hunky new sales rep - with a British accentâŠ. uuunnngggghhhhâseemed to be taking up more and more of her time.
After Dave passed by, she leaned back so she could look at his little cubicle - it was even smaller than hers, but he kept it impeccably tidy - everything had a home and it stayed there until he needed to use it, then it was immediately returned to its place. He wasnât there often - as one of the Outside Sales Representatives, he was usually on the road, meeting with existing or potential clients who may have a need to buy any of the wide variety of cardboard packaging and janitorial supplies made by PAC & CoâŠ
God, this job, this company, her life couldnât be any more dullâŠ
The one bright spot was this awkward, budding infatuation with her hot co-worker.
Suddenly, a little fire ignited in her gut. If I donât like it, I have to do something about it⊠she thought. Before she could talk herself out of it, she ripped a clean sheet of paper off her notepad and wrote: âDrinks later? Call me - 231.555.6743. đ Gemmaâ
Then she immediately crumpled it up, threw it in the trash, and got another piece.
âHey cutie, how aboutââ
Crumpled. In the trash. New sheet.
âDave - would you like to get drinks with me sometime? Circle Yes or No.â
Gemma groaned and threw that one away too, then put her head down on her arms over her desk. What was the point? Sheâd just blow it anyway.
With a sigh, she went back to running the sales analytics.
An hour later, Loki came down to his floor, feeling quite stabby towards his so-called boss, Oliver. The man was an absolute twit, with no manners to speak of. He had literally wasted his last work hour in that stupid, meaningless meeting.
Heâd never have spoken to him so high-handedly had he known Lokiâs true identity.
And that was the rubâhe had to keep his true identity completely hidden. Pretending to be someone else entirely.
He had done so in the past, and he knew he was quite good at it. But Norns, he had not done so for this long (well, except when he was playing Odin). It had already been more than three months in this stupid disguise of short golden hair, ocean blue eyes, and appropriately priced Midgardian clothes.
As he passed by Gemmaâs desk, he saw her trying to furiously write something on her notepad. She was so preoccupied with it that she didnât even look up.
Oh wellâŠ
Setting his office folder on the desk, he set about completing the rest of the tasks he had before calling it a day.
Once that was done, he remembered that he had to take out some prints for his sales meetings the next day. So he gave the printer the appropriate commands and then went off to fetch the prints from the corner cubicle dedicated to the enormous machine.
Most of the office was empty now, and it suited him just fine. He could use some solitude in this mad place.
At the end of the day, most people had already gone home. ButâŠher program had crashed several times that day. IT didnât respond to any of her calls or emails, and now she had to complete the analytics by hand before she could leave.
F. M. LâŠ.
Not to mentionâŠshe hadnât really given up on writing that note to Dave. She was on her 32nd attempt when he walked by, leaving his meeting, and she hunched over trying desperately to look busy so he wouldnât ask what she was doingâŠ
Oh, you know, just trying to craft the perfectly written 10-word letter to see if you want to get drinks with me sometime. Please donât talk to me, or I may vomit on your shoes from the nervous breakdown Iâm about to have over it. Thank yooooouâŠ
Her pencil tip snapped off. Of. Fucking. Course.
Gemma stood up and headed to the cubicle where the printer, the pencil sharpener, and all the other âsharedâ office supplies were. And she was pleasantly surprised/utterly horrified to see Dave waiting at the printer.
Donât blow it donât blow it donât blow itâŠ
She walked up and stuck her pencil in the sharpener without saying anything, and it loudly started grinding away at her pencil. Dave immediately jumped and looked at her, shocked by the sudden noise. Gemma justâŠsmiled, feeling her face turn beet red.
âUh-humâŠ.sorryyyyyâŠ.â
Oh God, kill me nowâŠ
Loki was pleasantly surprised to see that the disturbance in the supply-cum-printer cubicle was being caused by none other than his lovely colleague, Gemma.
She sweetly apologized to him for the noise, turning a pretty shade of red as he kept looking at her. Really, she was quite a fair maiden, and also, seemed to possess all the qualities of a lady of good breeding.
âItâs not your fault,â he replied, leaning against the printer as it churned out the prints for him. âThese contraptions are far too noisy for their good, no?â
Oh God oh God oh God⊠Gemmaâs stomach was in knots as she tried not to look like she might pass out. Come onâŠitâs just a personâŠHEâs just a personâŠyou talk to people all the time, just open your mouth and SAY SOMETHING.
âYeaâŠyupâŠthey sure areâŠâ
GOD DAMNIT FUCK SHIT FUCKITY FUCK FUCK WHY?????
âSoâŠumâŠwhatcha printing?â
If he hadnât been looking right at her, she would have facepalmed. UghâŠsmooth, GemmaâŠ
He smiled at her question, adding a bit of flirtation to his tone as he replied.
âI think you know what Iâm printing, Gemma.â He licked his lips and watched her keenly as she turned redder still.
This was infinitely amusing. The girl was indeed attracted to him. Well⊠to his persona.
He licked his lipsâŠHE LICKED HIS LIPS!!! Does that mean something? Is he flirting with me? Or are his lips just dry? Does he need chapstick? Should I offer him chapstick? Shit, itâs in my purseâŠshould I offer to GET him chapstick?! WHAT THE HELL, GEMMA, HE DOESNâT NEED CHAPSTICK! STOP BEING WEIRD!
âUmâŠreports, I would assume?â Gemma kept her cool as best as she could. The pencil sharpener kept grinding away noisily as the printer churned out page after page. She tried to turn her attention toâŠwell, anything other than his clear, blue eyes or that gorgeous stubble on his chin or his chiseled pecks she couldnât help but notice through his button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up over his forearms that looked like theyâd been crafted by Hephaestus himselfâŠ
She ended up staring at a worn bit of the carpet on the floor, but she couldnât help looking up at him every few seconds.
He was quite disappointed that she pried her eyes from him. Mayhap she needed more⊠encouragement to talk?
âSmart girl,â he praised, crossing his arms as she fidgeted with the edge of her blouse. âI have a meeting tomorrow, so these are for that. Pitches and estimates, mostly. So tell me, what are you up to?â
Her heart pounded in her throat and her chest tightened.
Donât say writing you lettersâŠdonât say writing you letters...
âWritingâŠmy momâŠlettersâŠ?â
Suddenly, her fingertips touched the front of the pencil sharpener, and with a jolt she pulled her writing utensil from the device âit had been reduced to nothing more than a short, sharp stub.
âOhâŠgeezâŠâ She looked at him, embarrassed, and the sudden silence without the grinding noise made her discomfort even more palpable.
âIâmâŠsorry. Iâm finishing up some analytics - my computer crashed and I lost all my work and it needs to get done before I can leave, so Iâm trying to do it by hand but nowâŠâ She held up the little nub of pencil. âI should probably be using a mechanical one anywayâŠâ
Just then, a familiar and disturbing sound came from the printerâŠpaper jam.
They both looked at the malfunctioning machine, and Gemma sprang into action.
âOh! I can fix that. Happens all the time. Iâm usually the one that has to deal with it so Iâll justââ
She unlatched the panel to the paper feed, but as soon as she opened it, a huge cloud of black toner shot out and covered her brand new blue blouse.
She froze, embarrassment taking over, and she looked up at him with terrified brown eyes, split between laughing at herself and crying in shame, but really waiting to see how he reacted before she did ANYTHING elseâŠ
Loki nearly burst into laughter upon seeing her present condition.
âOh dear,â he said, biting his lip as he pulled the girl away from the printer. âI think you ought to rush to the washroom to try and clean that up. Do you need help?â
He deliberately added that last question to see her reaction. He was enjoying this far too much, even though the printer had malfunctioned and his work was stalled.
She almost sighed when he touched her. Oh, that contact was already more than sheâd ever hoped forâŠeven though she had to get attacked by office equipment for it to happen.
And the way he said âwashroomâ instead of âbathroomâ⊠so charming! She almost swooned.
Then she rememberedâŠhe asked if she needed helpâŠ
âUhâŠ.ah, no. Shit, I MEANâŠum. Itâs ok. I have my workout shirt in my gym bagâŠIâll just goâŠput that onâŠâ
With another nervous giggle and an apologetic smile, she excused herself from him, racing back to her desk, pulling her (thankfully clean) gym shirt out of her bag, and then power-walking down the hallway to the ladies room while calling back to Dave, âBe right back!â
He waved at her as she disappeared down the hallway, smirking to himself.
The girl was so nervous around him, it was endearing.
While she was gone, he fixed the printer himselfâwithout any mishapsâand headed for his desk to give the print command again.
On his way, though, he stopped at Gemmaâs desk and observed the chaos spread across it. The girl was quite disorganised, but then again, most Midgardians were.
He also took notice of her near overflowing trashcan, which was full of crumpled papers. He was going to simply roll his eyes and move on, but something caught his attention there.
On one of the unfurling crumpled paper, he saw his personaâs name, written in her messy scrawl.
That piqued his interest, and hence, he pulled the paper out of the can and read its contents.
And then he smiled mischievously.
Poor little Gemma wanted to get drinks with him⊠hmmmâŠ
This could get interestingâŠ
Pocketing that piece of paper, he left her desk and went about completing his prints.
Gemma came back soon after, looking rather awkward in that gym shirt of hers. It had the Avengers logo on it, at which Loki couldnât help but groan.
Damn those annoying, self righteous imbeciles. At least Fury was honest about his less than savoury methods.
âSo,â he said as he approached her at her desk, carrying his sheaf of prints, âare you done with your task? I was thinking we could have dinner together before heading home. What do you say?â
She almost - almost - lost it. Dave. THE Dave. Was asking her. If SHE. Wanted to get dinner.
She was fairly certain she wasnât able to contain just a bit of surprised and half-elated laugh she instinctively made, but she caught just enough of it not to embarrass herself further. Her gym shirt embarrassed her plenty, with the faded Avengers logo emblazoned across her chest. She was outing herself as a huge nerdâŠ
âI-ahâŠthat would be great, butâŠwell, I need to finish those analytics, and Iâm not exactly dressed for the occasion anymoreâŠâ
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! He just asked YOU out! Itâs not a dateâŠitâs just co-workers getting dinner, thatâs it. Casual. Cool. Nothing to freak out aboutâŠSAY YES!
âYou know what? That sounds great. Yes, yea, letâs get dinner, Dave.â
She thought she might die. Dinner with Dave. Dave dinner. Dinner dinner dinnerâŠwith Dave.
âUmâŠwhere were you thinking? Hopefully not the RitzâŠâ She laughed too hard. And snorted.
He chuckled at her attempt at jesting.
âPerhaps one day, when Iâm not weighed down by the burdens of my present situation⊠weâd go to the Ritz,â he replied, speaking plain truth cloaked in disguise. âBut for today, I was thinking about this new pizza place, opened only a few blocks away. Do you like pizza, Gemma?â
He let his voice drop lower, making it sound as though he was asking about some dark secret, not pizza.
âI loooveâŠpizzaâŠâ she said, finding herself lost in his eyes and realizing far too late that she wasnât talking about pizza either.
She couldnât move or talk or think or do anything except watch himâŠnow that he was so close to herâŠ
Oh. My. God. He IS flirting with me!!!
She swallowed hard, feeling her palms getting sweaty. She played with the hem of her shirt and fidgeted just a little bit, really unsure about what to do nowâŠ
âThen letâs go,â he said, offering her his hand.
In the back of his mind, he scolded himself for leading the poor girl on. He was, after all, a temporary presence in her life. He shouldnât be making any personal connections on his missions.
He had been so strict about following that rule till date. He shouldnât falter now.
Well, itâd just be this one-off dinner. Nothing else.
Soon, heâd expose the company he was employed in for its true crimes, and then heâd be on his way⊠soon to be put on another mission.
Gemma would just be a distant memory. And hopefully for Gemma, heâd be the memory of a pleasant distraction.
Summary: Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker, Gemma, and she seems to feel the same wayâŠabout Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the âGod of liesâ spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life?
[Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017); THOR IS A GOOD BRO AND TOTALLY NOT HOW HE WAS IN RAGNAROK, THNX; Infinity War Doesnât Exist; Everyone lives]
A/N: Thor and Loki catch up. Gemma gets excited to see Dave again. A little too excited.
(^^^^Credit to @briannacherrygarciaââ)
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IMPORTANT NOTES:
Bold Text = Lokiâs POV
Normal Text = Thorâs POV, then Gemmaâs POV
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Thor hung up the receiver with Fury and a slight smile crossed his lips. It had been several months since he and Loki had an opportunity to see each other, and he was honestly curious about how his brother was doing.
This new life as a SHIELD operative seemed to be suiting him well, though Thor was certain he would have become bored with it by now--Lokiâs magpie mind was always looking for the next shiny object to attract his attentions. And once he found it, heâd obsess over it, just like always...
Thor chuckled quietly to himself as he headed for the lounge in the R&R area of SHIELD headquarters. Heâd been so busy with the diplomatic efforts of giving the Asgardians some kind of legal status and protection, heâd hardly had time to even think about Loki other than the occasional question about how to approach a difficult political situation. It would be good to see him in person.
He reached the lounge, ordered the largest cup of black coffee he could, then sat on the somewhat uncomfortable couch and flipped through emails on his cellular device--as primitive as it was, it did come in handy here on Earth.
Loki walked into the lounge and found Thor uncomfortably spread over a couch, checking his phone. Strange, how he had finally adapted to Midgardian life.
"You need a haircut," he said without preamble, leaning against the couch and pulling at his ponytail. "Hasn't Brunhilde been mocking you relentlessly over it? I paid her to make certain you didnât let yourself go in my absence."
Thorâs smile widened as he stood.
âLoki! Itâs so good to see you, brother!â He brought his wayward sibling in for a hug, wrapping his arms around him in a bear-like embrace. âHow are you? You look well!â
Loki tried his best to return the hug, but soon, he was left gasping as Thor nearly squeezed all the breath out of him with his powerful embrace.
"Thor, cannot breathe," he choked out, punching his arm as he laughed.
Once Thor let him go, he shook his head and muttered under his breath, calling him an 'uncultured oaf'.
It was all in good humour, of course. This was how they greeted each other these days. It was far better than greeting each other with violence, at least.
"I am well. Being Midgard's best spy is quite enriching. Though, Romanoff loves to call me a hack and cribs about me having snatched her job." He grinned as he spoke, settling down on the couch with Thor. "Now you tell me. How's New Asgard? Are the people coping better now? And what happened to your attempts at reaching out to a certain astrophysicist for a reconciliation?"
Thorâs throat tightened at the mention of Jane, but he did his best to brush it off and maintain his excitement at seeing his brother again.
âThe Asgardians are...adapting, slowly but surely. Certainly the most difficult thing has been learning to live without the use of the advanced technologies we took for granted before...well, you know. But they are healthy, and strong, and resilient. I am proud to be their king.â
Then he returned to his seat on the couch and sighed a bit, taking a sip of the bitter brew.
âAnd Jane is...well. We speak on occasion, but...sometimes I think just being on the same planet with her isnât giving her the distance she says she needs.â He looked at Loki with a sad smile, the heartbreak and resignation apparent, though he tried to hide it.
âBut I hardly have time to worry about it, what with all the meetings and negotiations lately. I think weâre almost at a point of agreement with the Norwegian government. If things go as planned, weâll officially have sovereignty over the three small islands weâve been living on; weâll be the second smallest country on Earth, only slightly larger than the Vatican. Though that particular government has not been helpful. Itâs interesting how religious humans behave when meeting us...â
Thor felt uncomfortable...things hadnât progressed as heâd hoped, and he fought the ever-present feeling of failure with everything he could. Sometimes it wasnât enough.
But that didnât matter right now.
âAnd how is your current assignment--youâve been undercover for quite some time with this one. What has it been, three months? Are you nearly done?â
Loki saw the sadness and struggle in Thor's eyes as he spoke before he changed the subject, and it really made him feel a bit guilty for leaving his people behind to go on SHIELD missions. But then again, what could he do staying in New Asgard? The world knew him to be dead, so there was hardly any role for him to fit in.
It was for the best that no one knew of his presence here on Midgard, for it would only jeopardize the chances New Asgard had to be a free kingdom.
"My assignment is indeed coming to an end... soon." He looked down at his hands, thinking of Gemma again as he spoke. "I had to spend some time ingratiating myself into the company, picking apart its secrets. Now that the groundwork has been laid, it's time for the final act. I'll be out of there within a week or so."
âA week? Well then, on to the next exciting adventure, right brother?â Thor slapped him on the back, slightly harder than he knew was comfortable. But he saw that look come over Lokiâs face when he mentioned the end of the assignment...that was unusual.
âIs there...something about this assignment that was different? You donât seem to be as enthusiastic to move on. Perhaps unfinished business or a loose end?â
Loki blanched at Thor's questions. He didn't need him to be perceptive... not now.
"Not really. It's just that, you build a life and live it for more than three months, and it starts to become your normal life. It's just hard to suddenly move on from that, like a hard shift from the first gear of a vehicle to the fifth gear straight." He shrugged, deliberately stalling the conversation as the server brought in his tea.
After they were left alone once again, Loki took a sip of the tea and glanced at Thor, worrying that he was onto him somehow.
"Fury also told me to lay low for a while. I'm trying to think up a new hobby to spend my time on while I wait for a new assignment."
Thor had known Loki long enough to know when he was masterfully evading a direct answer, and the nervous sparkle in his green eyes meant there was much more to the tale than what Loki said. Thor grinned.
âAh...and what hobbies have you been considering?â
Though he felt like he was setting himself up for disappointment, Thor had an inkling--just a tiny gut reaction--that Loki may have already found that new focus for his attention, and this time, it wasnât architecture.
"How does clay modeling sound to you?" Loki asked jokingly, laughing at Thor's nonplussed reaction. "Or maybe I should take up cave exploration...I just learned the word for it: spelunking. Isnât that odd?"
He drank his tea while Thor focused his steady icy blue gaze on him. Norns, he badly wanted to talk about Gemma, but it was far too soon... and he didn't know how he'd pull her back into his life again after the mission was over.
"You seem to be expecting something else from me, brother. I swear, I won't do anything bad. Except mess with Steve Rogers a bit. It's been a while since Iâve done that."
Thor laughed heartily, nodding in agreement. âYes. Steve has finally stopped looking around the corners before walking down hallways--your last bit of mischief made him quite paranoid.â
Perhaps Loki wasnât ready to share...but then again, when would be the next time they would get to see each other in person? And...there was always the fear in the back of Thorâs mind that Loki might backslide again, into that terrifying madness that had ripped him away the first time.
Maybe...just one more small push would be enough. After that, he would let it go.
âIs there something I should be expecting, Loki? Anything you might want to speak of that weighs heavy on your heart? I donât know when we might next see each other, and if I may help to unburden you in some way, please...Iâm all ears.â
He laughed at the somewhat disgusted look Loki gave him at the use of that Midgardian colloquialism, but Thor just smiled warmly back.
Loki sighed and put his now empty cup down, finally feeling like he should at least tell Thor about it. After all, there was no one else. They were the only family they both had...
"I met a woman," he said quietly, looking down again. "And I think I'm growing quite fond of her. I took her to my apartment... day before yesterday. She spent the night."
I knew it! He met someone!
Thorâs knowing smile barely concealed his excitement for his brother.
âAnd...how was it? Sheâs still in her right mind? All of her limbs are still attached?â
Loki gave Thor an exasperated glare then. But that quickly dissolved into a shared chuckle between the brothers.
"She was fine, just a bit dazed I think. But that's what happens when I take a lover, they just go glassy eyed." He was very aware of the fact that he was describing his own reaction to Gemma as well. But he let it slide, for there were more important things to discuss. "But on a serious note... I feel guilty."
Thor certainly understood why he would feel that way; Loki wasnât exactly available ...even in his disguise. That persona would be wiped from any and all records as soon as the mission ended.
Thor lowered his voice and leaned toward his brother. âDo you plan to see her again? After the company youâre investigating has been shut down?â
He knew, on the one hand, that it was out of the question--one of those non-negotiable rules of the role he played for SHIELD. But on the other hand, as Lokiâs brother...he wanted so much for his sibling to finally have made a connection with someone. So much so, he may have even been willing to encourage an exception if this new woman was becoming more than a fling.
Loki swallowed hard, pursing his lips as he looked around them furtively.
"I want to." He locked his eyes with his brother then, and gave him a pleading look. "Please don't jest about it. And don't share it with anyone. Not yet. I don't know how... but I'm thinking of a plan. I can't just let her go like that..."
Thorâs heart nearly burst with excitement in his chest. So this was serious...serious enough that Loki was already scheming on how to make it...well, how to make something work.
âNo jests, Loki.â Thor put his hand on the back of Lokiâs neck and pulled him in, so their foreheads nearly touched. âIf you feel this woman may be worthy...I will help you however I can.â
Deep down, he had to admit that helping Loki was somewhat selfish...perhaps it would ease his issues with Jane if Loki were to have a female companion.
Loki was a bit surprised that Thor was so readily supportive of him this time. There was no judgment in his words. In fact, he sounded relieved and happy.
"Well, she knows me as this man named Dave, from England." He laughed mirthlessly as he explained his conundrum. "I am not him, and he is not me. But still, my feelings are honest and true. I know that I'm probably fixating on her, but I want to take this chance. I'm just... " He shook his head, looking away once again. "I've been solitary most of my life, and then lonely too. I do want companionship, and Thor... she's so sweet and good natured, everything I'm not. I feel a strange pull towards her. I don't want my job at SHIELD to ruin this."
âI know, Loki. I understand.â Much in the way that Loki fixated on his obsessions, Thor fixated on helping others. And he was especially focused on helping Loki--after all theyâd been through, he wanted nothing more than to have that connection with his brother again. And if helping him build a relationship with this woman would do that, then there was no way Thor would let it slide.
âYou deserve happiness, Loki. As we all do. We will figure this out. Barton has a family--exceptions have been made.â
Loki nodded, taking a deep breath to calm his chaotic mind.
"Thank you, brother." He put his hand over Thor's and squeezed it. "Your support means a lot to me. Likewise, if I can help with anything, I'm always there. You know that. Distance means nothing to me."
âYes. Of course, Loki.â He leaned back and waved his cellular device at the God of Mischief. âYou can send me an electronic message! Or a textual message! Or we could simply play FarmVille...that pastime can be most infuriating without the help of friends.â
Thor stood and hugged Loki once again, then held his shoulders as he gave him a genuine look.
âI missed you, brother. We will get through this.â
With that, Thor swallowed what was left of his coffee, and bid Loki a fond farewell.
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Gemma was elated. She couldnât stop smiling--it was so bad her cheeks constantly hurt. But she didnât care. She was completely infatuated with Dave...and he seemed to be feeling the same way!
After that night together, they hadnât seen each other--his schedule had him out of the office often, so it wasnât surprising. That first day back, she was disappointed to see his empty chair pushed in at his perfectly organized desk...but she did find a small box of what looked like very expensive chocolates at hers, and a note written in the most beautiful handwriting sheâd ever seen.
âHi Gemma. Sorry I missed you. Thought you would like these. Terrible reception where Iâm going, might not have signal. Canât wait to see you again.
Dave.â
Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw them, and the note made her melt...she even moaned a little. And they were the best chocolates sheâd ever eaten!
Even though she wasnât able to reach him on his phone, every day after that there was a little token on her desk--a small vase of flowers, a cute art print to decorate her cubicle, even a gift card to her favorite coffee shop. It was wonderful...but it made her miss him so much. She wondered where he was traveling...and if he was thinking about her as much as she was thinking about him...
Now finally, it was Friday. And she almost jumped out of her skin when she turned the corner to her desk and saw him sitting there, his broad shoulders leaning over his desk in that crisp baby-blue Oxford shirt.
She quickly walked over to her desk and put her things away, then booted up her computer, trying to KEEP IT TOGETHER AND NOT FLIP THE FUCK OUT.
âHey, stranger...â she said quietly, a huge stupid smile stuck on her face. She tried to hide it.
Loki knew that she had seen him the moment she entered the hall. After all, there was that beautiful blush on her face...
He dearly wanted to go over and chat with her, but he just couldn't. He was heavily loaded with tasks, and quite a few of them were related to his mission.
But that didn't stop him from sending her heated looks from across the aisle.
The company was going to be demolished the day after, and hence, he was inundated with work, both farcical and real.
Oh well... he was willing to wait...
After all, he was already planning on how to keep her even after the mission. He wouldn't let her go so easily.
Just as he sent an important message to Fury regarding freezing of the company's hidden assets, he heard Gemma's soft greeting.
Looking up, he saw her standing at his desk, trying her best to look like just an employee... greeting her co-worker.
"Hello Gemma," he said, smiling as he stood up. He couldn't dial down on the heated look, as much as he tried. "How have the last few days been?"
What she REALLY wanted to say was, âOh my GOD Iâve been wanting to see you every day! The gifts youâve been giving me make my heart palpitate and I want jump your bones and fuck you in that side office over there RIGHT NOW!â
Instead, what came out of her mouth was: âOh, you know, fine...â
She really couldnât hide the giggle in her voice. Every time he spoke, she felt butterflies in her stomach. âSame old, same old. You? Any new clients youâve landed over the last week?â
She sat at her desk and logged into her email, casually checking on that dayâs tasks while blushing furiously and trying to control herself as she waited for his answer.
Loki moved over to her desk and leaned against her cubicle wall as she typed and tried to curb her blush from deepening. She was utterly incapable of doing that.
"A few, yes. But I had a miserable time, traveling here and there," he replied. "I wasn't where I actually wanted to be."
His insinuative answer made her blush even harder. She felt like she was in a fairy tale...who WAS this guy?!
âYea...me too,â she said softly. âWould much rather have been somewhere else...with someone else. But you know, bills gotta get paid, resumes need to be consistent...so we carry on.â
She turned to look at him, and that 1000 gigawatt smile he gave her almost made her squeal. She took a moment to collect herself, smiled back, and said as cooly as she could, âSo, you wanna grab lunch today? I mean, Iâm sure youâre busy, but if you have a few minutes, my schedule is pretty flexible.â
"While I am busy, I can certainly make exceptions for you," he stated, never breaking their eye contact. He lowered his voice as he continued. "Where do you want to go, baby girl?"
She was completely speechless. He called her baby girl?! In the office?!
That brought back SOOO many memories. Memories she still could have written off as fever dreams until he said those wordsâŠ
âUuummmmm.... I--I...â
Anywhere with you, Dave. Iâll go ANYWHERE with you, do anything with you. Take me, here, now, forever, just let me be yours!
âS-sandwiches?â
Loki almost laughed aloud at her answer. She was so damned adorable, he wanted to pick her up and spin her around.
And then fuck her silly.
But that would have to wait...
"Sandwiches it is," he said with a smirk, pulling away from her desk and heading back to his.
Now he just had to wait for lunch time...
Gemma couldnât breathe. She had been waiting for this moment all week, and yet, she was STILL in utter disbelief that THE DAVE was interested in her. Not just interested...more than interested. He liked her.
Suffice to say, she got almost NO work done in the ensuing hours. Mostly she stared at her screen and clicked windows open and closed randomly while her thoughts spun with daydreams of Dave...
The memory of their night together...
The memory of the next morning...and the shower...
Imagining having her arms wrapped around his waist as they rode a white horse through the surf on a private tropical island...
Dancing on the streets in a city at night in the snow...
âGemma?!â
She snapped out of it and turned around to see Oliver standing over her, his prodigious belly protruding so far over the waistline of his pants that her nose almost touched it when she faced him.
And all her happy feelings disappeared.
âHeeeey, Oliver...â she said weakly, with plenty of guilt. She wondered how long heâd been watching her...
âWe need that TPX report on the latest cardboard sales figures ASAP, and weâre still waiting on the numbers for last yearâs gross revenue versus projections. Do you have those done yet?â
âUm...no sir,â she said, shrinking into herself. Everyone was staring at the confrontation...including Dave. She wanted to die...
âAha. Well, Ms. Spitznaegel, your performance certainly hasnât been up to snuff lately. Plan to stay late tonight. I want those reports on my desk first thing tomorrow.â
âBut...tomorrow is Saturdayââ
âDID I STUTTER, SPITZNAEGEL?!â
Oliverâs perfectly round, bulbous head changed to a shade of purplish-crimson she hadnât known existed in nature. She balked.
âNo sir...Iâll have them on your desk before I leave tonight. I promise.â
âGood. Donât mess this up, Spitznaegel. Youâre on thin ice as it is.â
Then he walked away, leaving Gemma humiliated in front of the entire staff.
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