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"Seven Minutes in Heaven ~ Loki" ~ Avengers x Reader

The bag was filled with so many different items. You could tell that one was an action figure of some description, another was a flimsy piece of card, but there was something else… it felt like a plush toy… Well… How much trouble could a plush toy get you into? You closed your eyes as your hand tightened around its soft fur and pulled it out. It was… your eyes opened. A moose…? No, it was… A reindeer…? Your brows furrowed… you fiddled with it in your hands until you noticed the word ‘LOKI’ written crudely across its small butt in permanent marker. You couldn’t help but snicker because it was both cute, and because Loki was going to be less than happy about it. You now knew what Bruce had meant when he first returned with Tony and Clint, though, you couldn’t help but wonder where they had retrieved the toy from...
“Damn…” Tony said, seeing your choice for the first time. He sighed softly, lifting the plush toy and your hand in the air for everyone to see. “Reindeer games, you’re up!” he hollered over his shoulder to Loki, who appeared quite content to continue sitting in the corner, reading a book. His emerald eyes lifted to you, an eyebrow raised. He had apparently lost interest in the game the moment it started. You answered his unspoken question by lifting the reindeer toy up. Loki sighed irritably and grumbled something under his breath. Did Loki’s attitude change because of the toy, or because he was less than thrilled to go in the closet with you…? And not only that, but why did the latter bother you so much?

Having taken too long to move, Tony employed Thor to force Loki to stand and walk. The younger brother obviously resisted the elders attempts, but suddenly Thor threw Loki over his shoulder and dumped him next to you. “Okay, in you go!” Tony said, ushering you both the rest of the way and slamming the closet door.

When the door closed and the darkness enveloped you both, your nerves kicked in. You lost the ability to see Loki, and, let’s face it; he wasn’t the most trustworthy person you knew. Holding anxiously onto the reindeer toy you had decided to call ‘Lil’ Loki’, you stepped back to ensure you didn’t tread on the ‘God of Mischief’s’ foot, but you only succeeded in tripping over fallen coats, and running straight into him.
“S-sorry,” you apologised and tried to pull away, however Loki’s grip on you tightened.
“If I am stuck playing this stupid Midguardian game, you should at least make it interesting for me.” He purred into your ear, sending a tingle down the length of your spine, and causing your breath to hitch. He let out a half-hearted laugh. He placed his free hand beneath your chin and lifted your face towards his, “You are too easy love…” he cooed before pressing his warm lips harshly to yours.

Almost immediately warmth spread through you. Loki used his superior strength to stand you up straight, lift you so your legs were wrapped tightly around his middle section, and press you into the wall with his body. Wait... was it the wall, or door? You could have sworn you heard someone snickering on the other side… The thought didn’t linger too long as the small closet began to heat up and clouded your mind. A soft groan passed your lips as Loki moved from your lips to your neck, gently sucking on every piece of tender skin he could find and yet somehow still managing to maintain a constant presence on your skin, which only succeeded in tantalising you more. You dropped the stuffed reindeer on the ground and tangled one hand in his raven hair while the other clenched the fabric on his shoulder tightly. He stepped forward slightly, pinning you tightly against the wall with his body which allowed him free use of his hands and, God, could he use them.

One stayed on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb as the other, without restriction or hesitation, wandered up your side slowly, and came to rest on your breast, which he, every once and while, would squeeze or knead, earning lusty moans from you. Your face flushed a shade of red you were sure impossible, but the slight embarrassment didn’t stop your sudden need for the man before you. Loki pulled away from your neck, relieving your desires a little, and chuckled.
“See (Name)?” he said before sharply tugging your (h/c) hair down, causing your head to snap upwards quickly, his face barely an inch from yours. “You’re. Too. Easy…” he breathed darkly before reigniting the assault on your mouth. It was rough and harsh to begin with, but as time passed it became deep, even passionate … His tongue passed freely between your lips, allowing the two pink muscles to meet. Your eyes began to close as you became more accustomed to the kiss, your muscles relaxed against his frame and you laced your arms around his neck. Loki sensed your comfort and smirked in the kiss. Was his only goal to make you feel like a fool for allowing him to touch you? If you had the strength to push him away in that moment, you would have, however you instead opted for the next best thing you could think of. Make him want you more.

Your hand moved to the side of his neck, and you somehow managed to pull away from the kiss. You could feel the raven-haired man’s questioning gaze on you, even if you couldn’t see him completely. You smirked and allowed your tongue to trail down the skin on his neck. You moved your hand back so it was once again tangled in his hair as the other gingerly trailed over his chest.
“Mimicking me won’t do muc-,” a loud groan caught in his throat as you started to suck on his skin and put more pressure on his hips with your own, only to remove the pressure a second later. You continued this movement a few times, moving from his neck, collar bone and lips as you deemed fit. Thankfully it had the desired effect; Loki gave in to his bodies need and moaned into your ear. You couldn’t tell if Loki was displeased or not because the next moment he ripped you away from his neck and held your hips still.

His breathing was slightly staggered, and his green eyes looked deeply into your own (e/c) ones.
“What was that you were saying…?” you said with a smug grin. Loki smirked and gingerly trailed the line of your jaw with his fingertip.
“Perhaps I was mistaken,” he said, putting almost all of his weight against you, your bodies moulded together almost perfectly and allowed the heat of his body to mix with the pressure that had already been building within your own body. You had to keep calm… breathe. A soft moan passed your lips are you felt Loki’s hand begin to move closer and closer to the warmth between your thighs. How could it be that this gentle touch was able to set a flame within you that burnt brighter than all of his other gestures combined? You bit your lower lip, wanting to supress a moan that built in your throat. “Do you yield?” he whispered huskily a shiver ran through you. You wanted to so badly… but you couldn’t give him that satisfaction… no… you wouldn’t… Loki began to gently nibble on your earlobe as his hands started their aimless wandering again,
“Yield, (Name)…” you breathing was beyond ragged, soft mewling noises left your throat of their own will. “(Name),” you were at your breaking point. Never in your entire life had a man made you want him so much. Again the raven haired man began to knead your breast and pressed his hips into you even more.
“L-Loki, ye-,”
“TIMES UP!” Clint yelled while opening the closet door, and, just as you had feared before, you were not pinned against a stable wall, but the door. Clint quickly jumped backwards as you tumbled backwards with Loki above you. You didn’t even need to look around to know that everyone in the room had a bemused look on their face (especially Tony and Clint), well… except for maybe Steve, who you guessed would have a look that combined embarrassment and shock. Loki pulled your mind back to him with a gentle touch of your lips. He leant down and whispered,
“Perhaps I was wrong… But perhaps not… Shall we continue this later in my room to figure out which it was…?” A deep blush settled on your cheeks. Before you could muster the words to reply Loki stood, straightened clothes and hair, and returned to his book. You stayed lying on the floor for another minute or two before Clint lifted you to your feet and sat you next to Nat, who, begrudgingly, took her turn.

Throughout the rest of the night you found your eyes continuously moving towards Loki, he had caught you staring on more than one occasion, and when he did, a smirk would tug at the corners of his mouth to which a blush on your cheeks would reply. Damn that God of Mischief…

~Extended Ending~

… But… Perhaps accepting his offer wouldn’t be so bad…