Loki + prompts shy,crush and a kiss ❤❤ thanks!!

marvelous-avengers:

thank you sO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE. i appreciate it. this is more in an au style. enjoy!


“You what?”

You groan, covering your burning face with your hands. You should have never let Thor find out, with his big dumb mouth. Scratch that, you should never have become friends with Wanda, and her big dumb mouth. 

You slink down against the wall, thankful that no one was around in the empty hallway. Everyone had just gone to class when Loki had caught up with you and asked you if the rumors were true, if your feelings for him were true. 

“I should have never told anyone.” It was like a big dumb soap opera–you let it slip about your small crush on the science major to your friend Wanda, who told Viz, who couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut, who told Jar, who told Tony, who probably mentioned it to Thor, who then told his half-brother Loki.  

He’d been your friend for a long time, confided in you, studied with you, and hung out with all your friends together. Feelings, in any unplatonic matter, did not add well to the mix.

You feel Loki sit next to you, can see him tug on the sleeve of his hoodie between your hands. “So why did you?”

“Because Wanda wouldn’t just drop the damn topic,” you said through gritted teeth. She was trying to encourage you to go out more, maybe go on a date or two and you had declined numerous times, saying that all her male suggestions were not your type. When she asked you what was your type, she could see that you were hiding something and kept badgering until you told her about your hidden crush. Her smile was wide as she promised not to spill the beans, but she did more than that–she flipped over the whole goddamn truck. “She wasn’t supposed to say anything because then everything would get weird.”

There’s a pregnant pause before he speaks up. “What if it’s not?”

“What?”

You spin your head so fast you could give yourself whiplash. A light dusting of pink is on Loki’s cheeks as he fiddles with the end of his sweater. 

“What if–” he swallows, glancing over at your wide eyes, “what if I feel the same way about you?”

Your heart skips a beat as you take in the information. Your face softens. “Really?”

He cracks a small smile and hesitantly reaches for your hand. You take it, automatically lacing your fingers together. He nods. “Can I kiss you?”

As you press your lips against his, you have a brief thought that maybe Wanda spilling the beans wasn’t so bad after all. 

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