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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies), The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor, implied_Jane_Foster/Thor
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel), Natasha_Romanov, Darcy_Lewis, Skye_|_Daisy
      Johnson, Tony_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Loki_is_seventeen, Sugar_baby_Loki, Sugar_Daddy_Thor, It's_'Take-Your-
      Sugar-Baby-To-Work-Day', Office_Blow_Jobs, Tony_has_an_electronic
      skeleton_key, that_is_prolly_JARVIS, Awkward_Sexual_Situations, Awkward
      Conversations, loki_is_a_little_shit, Jane_is_sweet, Sneaky_background
      trouble, mentions_of_Amora, and_Thor's_awesome_office, compliments_of
      sexualthorientation's_universe
  Series:
      Part 6 of Destructive_Tendencies_can_be_Delicious
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-07 Words: 6966
****** Rather Awkward than Dangerous ******
by CandyassGoth
Summary
     Loki hops from awkward blow jobs to awkward chit-chats between
     husband and wife.
     He never realised how bad lying could be.
Notes
     Thanks to all supporting this fic!! You’re amazing. Gais gais start
     praying during your next thunderstorm because if sexualthorientation
     doesn’t update soon with some of her own sugar daddy sugar I might
     just explode from sexual frustration ;-)
      
     I apologise for errors
See the end of the work for more notes
Rather_Awkward_than_Dangerous
 
One month later
Problems were a strange thing. Sometimes they were created by caring, and
sometimes they were created even when you least cared; products of another’s
caring. Either way they found their way into your life nevertheless.
For the following month Loki was mostly problem free. He was happy and sated
and giddy, a state that was new to him. He was genuinely happy and it rang
alarm bells, but each time he was in Thor’s arms the fear ebbed away.
Thor was a big hunk of man-child whenever the businessman went to sleep and
Daddy woke up. He liked sports, fantasy films and light hearted comedies, and
he loved food but God help him if he messed his clothes, dirt and cum included.
He liked order around him, he liked to be on top of things (Loki included) and
he liked big dogs and fast cars. Loki tried his best to keep up with his likes
and dislike as they came spilling out with each passing day together, but it
was harder to keep up with his own preferences. Thor wanted him to be honest,
to just tell him. If Loki didn’t like dogs then that was alright; he wasn’t
going to force him down the street to pet one. It was hard to be honest when
Loki was used to being who his Daddy wanted rather than himself. And himself
came with the risk of far too many inconsistencies.
Thor was a simple guy, he liked simplicity and Loki realised that was exactly
why he was having a tough time with his wife. As far as Loki pieced together
Jane was a scientist, an astronomer, and she was going places that Thor
preferred to see on TV. She wasn’t there to be silly with Thor at home, she
wasn’t there to marathon watch the Lord of the Rings with him and she wasn’t
there to mess the kitchen with cream and syrup and bodily fluids. She wasn’t
there when he needed her. But Loki didn’t judge her. Not everyone wanted to be
a trophy wife, especially when they had the brain of a scientist. He had
suspicions that Thor hadn’t approached the topic kindly anyway. They married
young apparently, and lost track along the way.
Loki saw Thor twice a week, three times if he was lucky. Tuesdays Thor took him
out after leaving work early, and Sundays they spent the whole day
together—except once when Thor had family matters to see to. Two Friday
evenings they managed to get together, their outings always something
different, consisting of what was sitting in the back of Thor’s mind. He had
been drowning himself in work for years now and he was over it, he wanted to
start enjoying himself—and Loki was the lucky roach that went along for the
ride. Bowling, tennis, the aquarium, dinners, movies; Thor wasn’t shy to spend
and he was a fun guy—again, the perfect catch. Thor even took him to his gym
once, and had to rush Loki out early to keep their bystanders from witnessing
Loki become a mewling hard mess. They did try to keep public affection to a
minimum, but it was easy to let lose when Thor was dressed casually and doing
crazy things like throwing him in a pool.
The more they met up the more he smiled, the more he laughed, and the less
intimidating he seemed. He laughed at cat videos on YouTube and he was always
courteous, he wasn’t all cold suits and hard smiles. When he held Loki it felt
like a cocoon of safety and warmth, of security and promise. The more they came
together the less hasty Thor was, being true on his patience and made sure to
leave Loki with only the best kinds of pains, that of a passionate lover and
not a selfish boy.
Now and then he tried to speak about the future, Loki’s future, and it broke
Loki’s heart to keep avoiding the topic. It was dangerous waters. Thor had
dreams for him, crazy ones that made Loki feel like he was preparing him for
when he sent him away, but it was the promise of independence and financial
stability, and he realised it was a horribly kind thing to do. Thor could keep
him hooked like a fish, gasping for breath and depending on his every move, but
instead he was offering freedom, entirely at his expense. If Loki wanted it.
But Loki was scared. The world was a cruel place and he didn’t want to be
alone, he didn’t want to have to fend for himself. He knew what he had now was
not stable or healthy or smart, but he had his couple friends, and he had Thor.
If he could just have Thor forever then he would be eternally happy. He could
make Thor happy in return, far more than his wife or friends could. Thor had
friends, they often called him and Thor would light up, talking about the game
last night, old times and how their children were. Loki wanted to be included;
he wanted to be permanent... But that was still stupid, and unhealthy, and
unstable. Thor was a married man, and Loki had lied to him quite a bit now. The
test results from Doctor Banner had come back as clean at least. He was glad he
had never settled with a man who was more promiscuous than he was. It didn’t
lessen the threat of course, but this time he kept it in mind to not risk
himself, and thus not risk Thor. He was already in deep waters, but he would be
good and maybe Thor would understand.
 
It was a Saturday and Loki was finally visiting Thor’s work place. The Borrson
Building was a tall structure, and Loki was surprised that he wasn’t surprised
to find Thor based on the thirtieth floor. He wasn’t particularly afraid of
heights, but he was comforted that the elevator was situated inside the
building and not on the side where it displays how damn far you are off the
ground.
Loki was dressed casually but smartly, jeans and a deep green cashmere
jumper—his emerald ring at home. Thor had his suit on, hair lose today and
phone constantly at his ear as he picked Loki up, and took him to work. Natasha
was at the receptionist desk on their floor and greeted them with a smile,
giving Loki a wink. They had become somewhat acquainted during the month and
Loki found a new friend of sorts. He had even once called her up to ask for
some Thor advice that ended in marathon sex in a hotel room, during the Chucky
movies—the movies had not been planned. Jane had been home since her return,
leaving the house unavailable for Thor to fuck him in. But it didn’t stop them.
Natasha did stop them, however, from entering Thor’s office.
“You might want to leave Baby here.” She said. Thor had just put his phone
away, and frowned toward his office situated behind a set of black doors.
“Here already?”
“Ready to test your skills, boss.” She said, giving him a false look of
sympathy.
Thor sighed, and turned to pat Loki’s arm. “My 09:00 is already here. It won’t
take long, wait here. Bother Natasha, get some company coffee. Order a pizza,
put a pin on someone’s chair. I’ll see you soon.”
“Break a leg. As long as it’s not yours.” Loki cuffed him back, highly aware of
all the cameras. Thor smiled and went off into his office, and Loki turned on
his heels to Natasha who was chewing bubble gum. He barely caught in time the
strip she tossed at him, gesturing to the spare swivel chair around her desk.
“Shall we play a game?”
 
Why Thor’s PA had a folder of downloadable games was beyond him, but an hour
later of eluding dinosaurs in a creepy Nazi war zone and killing off his nerves
Loki quit to get coffee. Natasha was busy doing actual work things, but proved
to be a great multi-tasker as she jumped from phone calls to paper sorting to
whispering in Loki’s ear at the right moment to give him a fright.
The coffee machine was down the hall. Loki smiled at the few rushing people
that came by giving him a quizzical look, overdosing himself on the sugar and
milk and sending Skye a text and a picture of Natasha, who was sharp enough to
glance at the camera just in time and nearly topple his coffee all over
himself. A half an hour later Loki idled to the toilet, making sure his hair
was in place and that the small tube of lube in his pocket hadn’t somehow
fallen out and laid around the floors waiting to mortify him—or rather Thor.
When he returned to the reception area it was slightly bustling with people
whereas it had been quiet all morning. There was an older man exiting Thor’s
office, cunning of face and surrounded by at least three guards and a PA. Loki
stepped off to the side, avoiding getting in their way, but there was someone
blatantly staring at him and making his hair stand. He looked up to match it,
and was thoroughly surprised to see Rumlow’s face. He stood caught for a
moment, unable to move as Rumlow smirked at him, frowning in curiosity. But the
elevator came before the moment could last and they all filed in, and Loki let
out his breath as the doors closed.
“Baby?”
Loki jumped from his trance at Thor’s soft call. He was standing by his
doorway, he and Natasha watching him. He turned away and hurried to Thor’s
side, just reframing from intimate contact.
“Done?” he asked.
“Yeah. Come inside. Natasha clock me out for an hour. I’ll be extremely busy.”
Loki grinned as he passed, hearing Natasha smirk and unnecessarily write that
down on paper. Thor shut the door behind them and locked it with the electronic
mechanism of his business card.
And if they were going to be busy, it was going to be mapping out Thor’s office
because what the fuck. The room was huge, leather chairs and wooden finishings,
far from the bland grey office Loki was expecting. He wasn’t quite sure why he
was surprised at this, the reception area on this floor was cold and tiled, but
Thor’s office was similar to his home. Loki immediately felt at comfortable.
“Something wrong?” Thor asked, coming up behind him for a hug, kissing his
cheek.
Loki relaxed back into him and hummed, turning his face to kiss him back. “No,
I just like what you’ve done to the place.”
“Do you now?” Thor laughed, sliding his hands up and down Loki’s abdomen,
automatically starting a fire. “I think that every time you get naked.” His big
hands slipped beneath Loki’s jumper and spread warmth across his skin, going a
little higher and a little lower each time.
Loki ground his hips back and grunted, grabbing Thor’s hands and rearranging
them so one was over his crotch, and the other over his right nipple. Thor
obliged and squeezed both, breathing against his neck, and pressing his own
hips forward so Loki could feel his stiffness.
“Baby wet?” Thor asked, voice deep in the way that vibrated straight from his
chest into Loki’s back. “Want Daddy to take care of you? Mmh? Right here in my
office, get it dirty with your cum? Right where I do my business?”
“Please, Daddy.” Loki gasped, clawing at Thor as he massaged Loki’s hardening
dick through his jeans, tweaking his nipple and gnawing along his neck. “I’ll
clean up, Daddy.”
“Look what you’ve done.” Thor growled, drawing his hands down to Loki’s hips
where he rolled them back, smashing their bodies together. Loki struggled to
keep his balance as he eagerly moved with it, throwing his arms up and back
around Thor’s head. “You’re going to make me mess my pants. You know how I feel
about that.”
“I’m sorry—” Loki choked as Thor bit him, his stomach rolling in hot pleasure
as he moved back against the large blond man. “I can fix it. Let me—let me take
it.”
“Damn straight,” Thor said, pushing him away to slap his ass and lead him over
to his desk. He nudged away his big chair with a foot, reminding Loki of his
physical strength and gestured to the dark space beneath it. “Claustrophobic?”
“Hell no.” Loki puffed as he dropped to his knees and crawled into the space
beneath his desk. He could sit just comfortably; it was a rather large desk
holding Thor’s lap top and a few stacks of papers and files. He leaned against
the back and instantly jerked away, pulling down his jumper properly as the
cold surface burnt his skin. Thor seated himself as Loki fussed, knees parting
and giving Loki a perfect view up from his bulging crotch to his wide torso,
right up to his one-sided cheeky smile.
“Mmh, I rather like seeing you down there. I should have a special little house
built just for us, keep you locked away just for my eyes only.”
“As long as you come with food and sex I’ll be happy.”
“Good thing we’ll sum those down to you swallowing my cock.”
Loki bit his lip, grinning and shifted himself between Thor’s thick thighs,
making quick work of pulling his cock out of his trousers and licking up the
precum that was already leaking from the tip. Thor placed a hand on his head
and petted him, lips parting with delicious moans as Loki took the now familiar
cock into his wet warm mouth. Thor loved blowjobs, and Loki loved giving them.
He still hadn’t yet received one, but Thor promised him something extra special
on their next hotel visit and it sounded suspicious. He could wait, Thor was
being good to him and he would be good and wait on the hint.
The table top made it difficult to move his head without bumping it. Thor tried
to shield his head by keeping a hand between them, but Loki made do by
practicing his deep-throating at the restricting angel. He made sure to mind
his teeth, allowing Thor’s cock head to pop through the entrance of his throat
and massaged the underside with his tongue, sucking on the rest.
Slick suckling sounds eventually became the theme music to the otherwise quiet
room, air passing Loki’s red lips. Thor kept it surprisingly low, eyes drifting
closed as he ran his fingers through Loki’s hair, down to scratch at his neck
and back up again.
Then Loki popped off his cock, sticking his tongue out and letting the pooling
precum and salvia drip before sucking it back in and spreading it over Thor’s
cock head, leaving it foamy and looking succulent. A constricted groan escaped
Thor, his teeth clenched as he watched Loki grin, rubbing his bottom lip over
the red head.
“Loki...” Thor growled, running his hand down to Loki’s neck and squeezing it
in warning. Loki just grinned harder, stomach tightening at the use of his
name, and lapped off the cum like a kitten sampling milk, lazily stroking the
rest of his throbbing length.
“What’s the magic word, Daddy?”
“Now,” Thor couldn’t help grinning either, trying to force Loki down again but
careful not to hurt him as Loki blatantly stalled, idling tonguing along a
vein, resisting his pulling.
“No...” Loki fished, looking up from beneath his lashes as he lifted and
hovered his parted lips over Thor’s cock, blowing hot air onto it.
Suddenly the door to the office chimed and swung open. They both jumped, Loki
knocking his head and spraining his neck as Thor simultaneously yanked his head
down in an instinctual effort to hide him, successfully burying his cock,
making himself gasp and Loki choke.
“Yo, Tiny, do you mind?”
“Tony?” Thor asked incredulously, letting go of Loki and shifting himself
further into the table. Loki struggled to adjust without making a sound as his
throat tickled and neck creaked, managing to pull himself off Thor’s length and
sit as still as possible, checking behind him last minute that the back panel
went all the way down to the floor. He was safe, and Tony shut the door,
striding in like they were at a picnic. That name was familiar.
“Okay look I am just going to get down to the point. How are you? How have you
been? How’s Jane? And how is that glow-in-the-dark fish you guys got from
er—wait who was it...I know it was someone in one of those colleges—”
Thor stared as Tony searched for the word, a few metres from his desk and never
one to miss making an awkward moment—or something fishy. “Parker.” Thor said
after a while, right after his muscles relaxed and the rush ebbed.
Tony clicked his fingers. “Yes! Peter. That was an interesting fish. Judging
by—well, as far as fish go. You’d think having the Nemo themed aquarium would
be good enough.”
Politely Tony sat himself down in the armchairs across Thor’s table, dressed up
as he usually was on the days he made public appearances.
“Tony what are you doing here?” Thor couldn’t help sounding irritable, and Loki
didn’t blame him. His own adrenaline had died down and he scowled, wishing the
floor would open up and swallow this guy. His cock was still raging hard and so
was Thor’s, cooling in his hand and screaming for attention.
...Who said he couldn’t give it?
“What? Can’t a guy visit his friend?” Tony asked.
Thor was about to answer when he jumped, fists tightening at his armrests. Tony
raised a single brow.
“...Are you constipated? That look on your face can only mean two things.”
“An aneurysm?” Thor got out thickly, clearing his throat as Loki swirled his
tongue around the dripping tip.
Tony pulled a coy face. “Well with how things are going with Jane...”
Thor stiffened this time, and it wasn’t because of Loki suckling on the tip of
his cock, black head swirling in his peripheral vision. “...What Stark?” he
asked with a sigh. He didn’t notice the movements between his legs stop.
Loki definitely knew that name. Holy shit.
“We’re worried about you. And Jane. You two have had your rough patches but now
it’s worse than ever.”
Rolling his eyes Thor shifted, licking his dry lips as he shook his head. Loki
stared up at him from the dark, wishing Stark would go away for the both of
them. Thor didn’t like to talk about his marriage and Loki didn’t need a
reminder about you-know-who right now. Loki gave him a quick few strokes,
envisioning a pat on the back, and Thor got through it with an exhale that
could be passed as a sigh. “It’s not worse than ever, we haven’t had a row in—”
“Yeah pal, months. And if arguing with Pepper has taught me anything it’s that
when you keep at it it means you care. When you let go, when you just give up,
what do you care?”
Again Thor became stiff, jaw tight and face stoic. And worse of all, he was
flagging. Loki nearly whined verbally, and clumsily adjusted himself so he
could comfortably pop the head back in and bob his head a little further than
before.
Thor’s attention was captured once more and he sighed, hands twitching in
Loki’s direction and this time his stiffening wasn’t from frustration. He took
a moment before he spoke again, trying to level himself before he gave them
away, even with Tony squinting at him.
“...Jane and I are fine. We’ve been taking some time to ourselves. She was in
Traunsee for a while, did her papers, did what she loves. And I am happy for
her.”
“But why—? ...You okay?” Tony asked, leaning over to the side. But instead of
an answer he got a grunt. Thor just cleared his throat again and nodded,
scratching at his cheek and checking his phone. Tony switched his eye brows and
leaned over, placing his hands on the table. “Look, you hate when she drops you
for science. I mean personally I get it. There is nothing better than a new
discovery but...you like all your little eggs and chicks in a row. Now suddenly
you’re letting yours run off without a fight.”
Thor shrugged, lost for words.
Tony sighed this time, and threw himself back on the couch. Loki decided to
nestle his nose in Thor’s public hair, digging his nails into his thighs
through the trousers so Thor could really feel it.
His efforts were rewarded with a shift, and Thor slyly dropped his left hand to
Loki’s head where he dared to move his fingers, pressing him into Loki’s scalp
in acknowledgement and promise. Not once did Thor look down, and it gave Loki
every chance to watch him struggle.
“I see Miss Romanoff is holding down the fort well. No more unexpected visits
from Amora?”
“Natasha has been more than I deserve. Thank you.”
“I’m not looking for a thanks. She was driving me insane, and she was Pepper’s
PA. Do you know she knocked Happy on his ass?”
Loki choked. Tony looked up, and Thor started coughing dramatically, waving
Tony down when he offered to get the jug of water at the door. Loki pulled off
as quickly as he could, messing Thor’s pants in the process with a trail of
precum and spit. By the time he recovered Thor had forced a genuine cough on
himself.
“And he does freaking boxing, you know.” Tony added.
“I did not know that.” Thor croaked, prodding at his temple. Loki had to stifle
a tiny maniacal giggle, Thor had never quite been interrupted like this before,
he was close to damn well pouting and moping.
Tony clearly thought so too. “I can tell you’re super interested.” He drawled.
Then the ringtone for Loki’s text messages went off, and they stared at one
another.
“...Was that...Backstreet Boys?” Tony asked.
“Maybe.” Thor looked again at his phone, jabbing around the screen for show.
Beneath the table Loki squinted at his own phone, finding a text from a
demanding Darcy.
“...So what’s the skinny?” Tony asked. Loki sighed this time, knocking his
forehead on Thor’s knee. Thor noticed and dropped a hand, tapping him on the
cheek, then pressing his cock toward him in a not so subtle hint. The silent
order sent a fresh thrill through Loki’s veins and he gave it a kiss, renewing
his strokes as he licked around the tip, lapping up the pre seminal fluid that
started seeping out again.
“On?” Thor growled this time.
Tony answered in a no nonsense manner, reminding Loki too much of Captain
Rogers from the police force. “On whatever is going on. I got Happy turning
into Grumpy hanging around me all the time because he lost his Snow White, I
got you being weird and not at all King of the Round Table and I got Aldrich
Killian trying to cosy up to Hammer to try sneak up on us like we’re that
blind. Talking about them, Hydra?”
“Pierce was here this morning. I managed to stall on my decision for a while
longer.”
“You know we can’t agree right? I cleared my name and you cleared your
father’s, but one stain and we could go down. And I am not going to risk
everything we have worked for when Hydra falls because of all those backdoor
operations. Do you know that Coulson guy has been stalking me? He got through
Natasha’s watch. Natasha. I am beginning to think he’s not just a paper pusher,
more like some kind of secret agent ninja turtle—I’m sorry, are you actually
constipated? Because if you are I’d like to remind you that you do have Bruce
on speed dial. No one likes a gassy trunk.”
Loki giggled silently between Thor’s legs, sucking more of Thor’s cock by the
second, squeezing the base the way Thor liked.
“I’ll keep a look out for him. This Coulson.” Thor said, distractedly, groin
clenching in Loki’s care.
“...Ah uh. While you’re doing what?”
“Excuse me?”
“There is that expression again.”
“There is no expression! Now I have another meeting in half an hour and I’d
like to get ready. An actual meeting.”
“Now you’re just being mean, you don’t think I didn’t check your diary before I
walked in here?”
“Natasha keeps it all in her head, we don’t have a schedule book.”
“I have my ways. I have eyes everywhere. Who invented the electronics in this
place?””
“For fucks sake... I am fine. Jane is fine. The company is fine. Could you
leave me to silence so I can keep it all fine?” Thor sounded genuinely upset,
so Loki paused to give his cock a nuzzle, pressing into him. Thor’s hand found
its way back onto his head with an inconspicuous pet.
There was shuffling and Tony sounded further the next time he spoke. “Alright.
Fine. If you say so, I’ll take you by your word. If you need anything—”
“I’ll ask Natasha.”
“Right on.”
“And Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you please stop hacking into my off—everything.”
“Thor?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s not the eighties, nobody says hack anymore.”
“Log the fuck out already.”
As soon as Tony was out and Thor reactivated at lock from his lap top he
groaned and slumped back in his chair, eyes scrunched. An audible giggle
escaped Loki this time despite his efforts and he cooed, giving Thor’s thighs a
squeeze.
“Still alive down there?” Thor grumbled, glancing down at him as he fiddled
with his hair.
“That was all kinds of awkward. I thought he’d never leave.”
Thor smiled at him, one of the good ones. He spoke after a moment. “Is his
Happy your Happy?”
Loki looked down. “...Sounds like it.”
“Small world. I wondered but jeez...” Thor chuckled, shaking his head with a
sigh.
“You won’t go bros before hoes on me, will you?”
“You’re not a whore. Come here.” Thor moved back so he could pull Loki up. He
unclipped the armrests and lifted them up besides the backrest so Loki could
straddle him comfortably. Loki took hold of his throbbing cock as soon as he
was settled and started up a nice slow rhythm.
“Mmh, oh that’s good.” Thor rumbled, squeezing his sides.
“I have to go...” Loki said, eyes on the angry tip of Thor’s slimy cockhead.
“What?” Thor exclaimed. There was more passion behind it than Loki expected,
and he blushed as a warm feeling fluttered around his chest.
“Just for a few hours. My friend wants to have lunch.”
“I just chased away my own friend for you.” Thor said, unable to do much else
as Loki jerked his cock, twisting around the head every third go.
“You do have another meeting.”
“So? I like having you here. I especially liked having you down there...”
“And if you had to sound like you did then during an actual meeting you’d be
caught on the spot.”
“I wasn’t that bad.”
“Oh don’t worry, Daddy.” Loki leaned over and kissed him chastely. “We’ll make
up for it with plenty of practice...”
“Help Daddy deal with this and I’ll have Volstagg drive you to your friend.”
Thor said against his lips, initiating another kiss.
“You’re such a gentleman.”
While Loki would’ve loved to have let Thor fuck him right there on the table he
had a very demanding Darcy to get to. She was going away in another week’s time
and she wouldn’t be back for two weeks. She demanded they make the most of her
time back before she had to study again, or else. Getting Thor to come was a
quick task, a short moment full of grinding and kissing and nimble fingers. In
the heat of the moment Loki lifted his jumper, his own cock brought out, and
jerked them both to completion beneath it. It left him feeling sated and marked
and desirable—Thor voiced his approval in a dark tone of amusement. And then he
was on his way to Darcy in Thor’s head guard’s vehicle, feeling very sticky.
 
The diner Darcy and Skye were at was a place near the nicer side of time, a
cute place with happy-go-lucky waiters and flowers and funky music in the
background. Volstagg saw him off, waiting until he was inside the doors like he
was some hapless maiden in damn boots and jeans before driving off. The door
chimed as he entered, and immediately Darcy was racing toward him before he
could tell from which direction.
“Loki! You’re here!” she exclaimed, hugging him to death. “I hope I didn’t pull
you out of anything important. Or the other way around.”
“Nothing I can’t go back and do better.” He grinned.
“Okay so, I want you to meet my professor that I’ve been travelling with. Sort
of. Friend too, actually. She’s really cool. She doesn’t exactly have a bunch
of friends, so I’d really appreciate it if you guys, you know.”
“...Befriend your professor?” Loki asked, face askew at the absurd notion.
“She’s not an old cat lady. Come on, do your civil duty. Just for an hour then
you can go back to whatever it was that made you smell like sex. Did I actually
interrupt something?”
Loki chose not to answer that and pushed her along to lead the way. They veered
through other occupied tables, and just as Loki spotted Skye Darcy stopped him,
pointing towards the order bar.
“Oh! Shoot. I’ll be right back, I didn’t order pop tarts.”
Loki left her to see to it and headed toward Skye, but it was too late to back
off when he saw who was sitting next to her, talking on her cell phone off to
the side.
“Hey.” Skye smiled, leaning her elbows on the table. Loki stared past her,
stared at Jane. Skye followed his gaze worriedly. “...What?”
“...That’s her.” he breathed, feeling both stuck in place and ready to bolt at
any second.
“What?” Skye asked softly, harshly.
“His wife. His wife!” Loki hissed frantically, now shifting and glancing back
for the exits. Jane hadn’t noticed a thing, still talking away to whoever was
on the line.
“You’re kidding.” Skye whispered, looking like she was about to get up herself.
“You’re shitting me!”
“I’m shitting myself!”
Jane got off of her phone before they were ready, making a loud complaining
noise in the back of her throat as she fiddled for a moment with her phone
before looking up at them. Skye took the tiny second of opportunity to yank
Loki down by the arm onto the seat besides her, and when Jane looked up she
smiled in apology. “Sorry, you know how it is. Being married is like adopting a
five year old.”
Oh cruel world, just swallow me now, Loki thought, paler than usual.
Skye took a short moment to recover, but at least she did, smiling and shaking
her head. “Um, no. Er no, sorry. Haven’t been there yet.” She wiggled her bare
ring finger. Loki just stared, wondering how tiny the world was for his to be
happening, as if the Happy and Stark part wasn’t close enough.
At that moment Jane seemed to realise he was there, a product of his staring no
doubt. She smiled again, a new bright smile, and extended her hand. “Hi, sorry,
I’m Jane.”
The world seemed to size down to just the two of them; Loki and Thor’s wife.
But he was also highly aware of Skye staring at him, and he managed to draw up
the courage to take her small hand and shake it, and it was over in a tic.
“Are you okay?” Jane asked, glancing at Skye.
“He’s been ill.” Skye said immediately. Loki swallowed and nodded, still
staring and wondering if this was just a coincidence, or if she knew.
“Oh, sorry. Are you okay to be out? I hope Darcy didn’t force you here.” Jane
said, wincing.
Loki shook his head and tried not to look silly about it. “No. No. I’m fine.
I’m...”
“You’re...” Skye hinted under her breath as she feigned looking for Darcy, who
happened to stroll up at that moment, a plate in her hand.
“I got cheese sticks!”
Jane moaned and reached for them immediately. “Perfect, I am starving! I really
need to start scheduling meals again or I just forget.”
“I know that feel.” Skye said, grabbing her own, and passed half to Loki who
took them reluctantly. He didn’t think he’d be able to eat a thing with her
sitting right in his face, Jane. She really was small, smaller than her photos.
But to his regret, no less beautiful.
“This is a nice place.” Jane said a long afterthought as she looked around,
chewing.
She really did have nice hands, nice plump lips, he could see why Thor found
her appealing. Not to mention her hair. It wasn’t as nice as Skye’s but for a
crazy scientist lady, she was lovely. What was Thor thinking?
“I told you I had good taste.” Darcy announced with a wag of her cheese stick,
“I promised after last time I wouldn’t surprise you with anymore nightclubs.”
“You took your teacher to a nightclub?” Skye asked dryly.
“It was one time! She was all stressed up and it was ladies’ night!
“There were far too many half naked man-boobs in there to be ladies’ night.”
Jane said, widening her eyes in mock horror.
“That must have been just awful. Especially with Darcy narrating everything.”
They all laughed. Well Loki tried, unsuccessfully, and looked to the table for
help. There was a glass of coke there waiting for him, they all had theirs, so
he downed it with thanks.
“I much prefer to just drape myself on the bed. Some chocolate, popcorn, maybe
some watch some Conan. Arnie, am I right?” Skye grinned.
“He’s a little too jacked for my tastes. Not to mention he’s like a fossil.”
Darcy said, cringing around her stick.
“Oh right right, sorry, you like the really young ones. Cradle robber!” Skye
sneezed, Jane laughing between them.
“Not everyone likes them wrinkly, I’d wear the poor things out.”
A chorus of ‘ew’s went around, and Loki recovered enough to pull a face as
well. It was a genuine one, luckily, thanks to rather disturbing images of his
time with Senator Stern.
It was then that he caught Jane’s attention and she laughed nervously, tucking
her hair behind her ear. “Sorry, here we are talking about men. Oh, uh, I
didn’t get your name?”
“...Loki.” He said softly, waiting for her to jump at him.
Nothing happened, but a smile.
“That’s a nice name.” She said.
Loki hated her for not being hateable. Just then the pop tarts came and
everyone helped themselves, save for Loki.
Darcy scoffed around a mouthful. “There’s nothing wrong with talking about men.
Loki loves men.”
“Darcy.” Both Jane and Skye scolded, Loki’s face going red. He suddenly became
highly aware of Thor’s dried cum beneath his jumper, and the fact that he
smelled like sex. God, Darcy needed to keep her trap shut just this once. She
still didn’t know much, but Jane was a fucking scientist, who knows how much
she could piece together.
“Ohhp, was that across the line?” Darcy made an invisible line with her hand,
practicing for weeks now the meaning of privacy.
“Kinda.” Skye hinted, glancing sideways at Loki who cleared his throat.
“It’s-it’s okay.” Loki got out, scratching at his stomach just to feel the
flakes and torture himself. “Nothing to hide.”
“Of course not. We’re all human, humans are sexual beings.” Jane said quickly,
shrugging. Loki wanted to beat her with the cheese stick plate, then stab
himself with it. “Who we like is our own business, nothing to be ashamed of.”
Well that was putting it mildly. Skye was downing her drink, allowing herself a
moment of weakness of being the inside person, smiling guiltily and drinking
messily from her glass.
“She’s just being humble. Her husband is like this big blond rugby player.”
Darcy blurted.
Skye made a strangled sound and choked, avoiding looking in Loki’s direction
all together as she tried to be the sane one between them seeing as Loki was
doomed to be incapacitated. She knew all about Thor by now, Skye was easy to
talk to and trustworthy with secrets, and she understood where Loki came from.
“Wow. Sounds—sounds er, dreamy. Have you met him?” she asked Darcy awkwardly.
“What? No. Just saw a picture. I wish I could see him in person. Not to make a
move! But just to, you know, judge whether he’s real or not.”
“How do you know it was her husband?” Loki asked, louder than intended. Skye
guzzled her drink nosily besides him to blend it in. Jane sat chewing, looking
amused.
“I guess because...he was the screen saver on her phone...?” Darcy tried,
sounding unsure and cocky at the same time.
Skye nodded. “Sounds legit.”
Loki swallowed down his bubbling embarrassment and terror and found a crazy
smile springing forth in its place.He was at lunch with Thor’s wife, watching
her eat pop tarts while he still had the taste of her husband’s cock in his
mouth. He was going to hell. But he was going to drag Thor with him if he had
the chance, this was all his fault! Since that first evening!
“Would be kinda very extremely questionable if she had some other dude there,
wouldn’t it?” Darcy asked, shooting Loki a look.
“Does a fictional character count?” Skye asked.
Jane flapped her hands. “Okay, enough about guys and husbands.”
“Hey, Schwarzenegger was an innocent topic. Darcy started it.”
“I can’t help being jealous. You all have significant others and I have a
significant ‘nothers.”
Jane frowned the usual ‘huh’ frown that Darcy tended to attract. “Darcy, you
told me not three days ago that having a boyfriend was too mainstream.”
“Er yeah. So how’s about someone throw me a husband or a gym teacher? Or a
sugar daddy like Mr over here.”
Where the coke became a foundation to level himself on it became a weapon that
he choked himself on, earning a violent smack on the back from Skye. He looked
up at Darcy, enraged, and turned to Jane and found her hand waving to calm him
down, her other throwing a left over cheese stick at Darcy. “And there’s no
shame in that. Just so you know, I know people can be cruel when you don’t fit
into societies expectations. Not everyone starts off with everything they need.
It’s okay to fight your way up and do what you need to. Just...without hurting
the next person, of course.”
Loki sat back, schooling his face blank again as his heart kept speeding in a
guilty rhythm. There were too many close calls these days.
“Are you saving for something? Do you have a goal?” Jane asked him, sounding
frighteningly like Thor.
Both Skye and Darcy turned to look at him, leaving him to utter out his own
answer. “...Saying it will jinx it. I’d like to keep at it until it’s here.”
Jane smiled at him, and dropped the subject. Skye quickly steered the attention
away, and Loki promised himself to thank her heavily.
“So Mrs Foster, find any little green men?”
Jane pouted like a little girl. “Is it weird if I regret to say no?”
“Is it weird to watch tentacle porn?” Darcy added.
They all ew’ed and giggled and ew’ed some more all the while Loki struggled to
stay in character, even if it was a horrible act. All he could think of was the
fact that Thor went to bed every night with this woman besides him. Did they
cuddle, even when they fought? Did he kiss her like he kissed Loki, like he
meant it? Or was it just fleeting kisses for show, out of routine? Darcy was
right (if the picture had been Thor, which it probably was), Thor was a hunk,
and he had a good sex drive, it was unlikely that they didn’t at least engage
in makeup sex, or even hate sex. Why would he step out on this woman? She was
smart and beautiful, and not once did she bring up her husband so she could
complain other than her introduction joke which Loki had heard a few times in
his life.
It made him all too jealous, more than he had ever allowed. But he had no
control, not this time.
“No aliens but that doesn’t mean we aren’t finding other exciting things. I
won’t even go into detail, I’ll start rambling and lose you guys. Not because
it’s too complicated-! I just mean that I can go on and on about my theories
and really, no one wants to hear that unless it has to do with their studies.
Darcy knows firsthand how I can get.”
Skye reached over and squeezed her arm. “I think it’s beautiful to be
passionate about something.”
Being passionate hurt, it really did. And judging by the look on Jane’s far
away expression, she felt the same. He wondered which of them had it worse.
“The only trouble is when two passions collide. Sometimes it’s hard to
negotiate.” Jane said, sighing.
Darcy gasped. “I have that exact problem with M&Ms and Twinkies.”
 
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End Notes
     Let me just say for the record I do not in any way approve of
     cheating on someone you are in a relationship with. It’s horrible and
     cruel. This is just fiction.
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