Charity Event

thelokiimaginechronicles:

The world wants proof of Y/N’s and Loki’s relationship… But that doesn’t mean it’s ready.

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“You look amazing.” Loki says. His eyes look up and down your body, taking in your outfit. You smile, accepting the glass of champagne he’s handing you.

“Thank you.” you picked the dress out knowing Loki would like it: It’s the dark green he loves, and paired with the low neckline and slit up the leg, well… It was simply his taste. “You don’t look to bad yourself.” you tell Loki, returning the compliment. It’s not lie: Loki is wearing a tailored black suit, fitting his waist and complimenting his black hair. Standing next to each other, you know heads are turning. 

Loki continues admiring you, but soon after sighs. 

“I really don’t see why I had to come to this.” Loki says. “Charities don’t want me. They want heroes.”

“Exactly.” you interject. “They want the Avengers. You’re part of the team. You know are.” When Loki begins to put himself down, you’ve learned to stop the thoughts before they become to serious. 

Loki eyes you, taking a step closer.

“Care to dance Y/N?” he asks, taking your hand. You smile slightly, accepting the change in conversation. Loki leads you to the center of the floor, where couples like Pepper and Tony are dancing and people like Steve and Bucky stand watching.

Loki slides his hand onto the small of your back, and even though he’s done much more than that; the lightness of the touch makes your breath catch. You begin to sway, back forth, being lead entirely by Loki. He’s a great dancer. 

“We have many balls on Asgard.” Loki says, almost as if he read your mind (he could have. But he’s promised he doesn’t. Not to you.). “I’ve been dancing since I could walk.” your foreheads press together, and you let your eyes close, blocking out Stark and Banner and reporters. The whispers between the reporters, ironically, are the loudest sound in the building. 

“It’s a great story.” Loki murmurs. “The Avengers, complete with the villain turned… Better, dancing in the building he invaded six years ago, with one of America’s fairest maidens.” Your head snaps up in surprise.

“This was the building you attacked?” With a flourish, Loki dips you, and you can hear the cameras flash. 

“Oh my darling, why don’t you think the archer came?” Loki lifts you back to his level, and you say nothing. He looks up and around. “It’s interesting how this all played out isn’t it?” Loki’s eyes harden, and won’t meet yours. “I will never escape from my actions. I will never be anything but a murderer to my people and yours.”

You look to the reporters, wearing their cameras and horrified expressions. 

“One of America’s fairest maidens huh?” you ask Loki. He still won’t look at you.

“You’ve seen the headlines of us. Ever since Wanda told them of our… Relationship, they haven’t stopped. I’ve corrupted one your country’s most beloved sweethearts, according to the all-important Cosmopolitan Magazine.” 

You suddenly reach to Loki and grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. Carefully, you run your fingers along his forehead until his brow is no longer furrowed. You bite your lip, stealing one last glance at the people so greedy for a story. 

When you close the gap between you and the God of Mischief, you do it fiercely. Your first kiss to the world, and you’re making it obvious whose idea it is: You’re tangling your hands in Loki’s hair and gripping his tie, pressing the whole of your body against his. His hands find their way to your hips, and Loki’s slightly chapped lips return the fervor you give him. The reporters are doing more than whispering now, but you aren’t listening. Your eyes are closed again, and you’re meeting Loki in the dark. 

“Alright now, that’s enough.” Steve steps in, pulling you and Loki apart. He glares, most likely disappointed in you. Most likely finding ways to blame Loki.

When he walks away, you take Loki’s hand. Your chest is held high, you feel triumphant. There is no way for newspapers to twist what just happened, pictures don’t lie. 

You squeeze Loki’s hand, giving him a smirk.

“I’m not America’s sweetheart anymore.” you tell him. “I’m yours.”

Loki raises an eyebrow, grins, and pulls you closer once more.