Summary: Dating in secret is hard if you’re covered in hickeys and need to explain to your father, tony stank, where they came from
Pairing: Loki x reader
Word count: 952
warnings: shitty writing (both my beta readers say “i like it” which is basically the nice version of “oh my god you dumb fuck”), language, suggestive, it’s basically the morning after
A/N: i wrote this together with @with-the-snap-of-a-finger… basically, i had the idea, she made the sketch basically and i rewrote and added and added so many adjectives (honestly there were like no adjectives. or anything.) and also made sure that it wasn’t just a lot of words squished together. as usual, the gifs are not mine, taken from tumblr. i wasn’t sure whether to make this with loki, bucky or sirius black (btw i would write for him too if i had ideas. @ me if you’re interested.) and heyy i finally had a beta reader again… not for proofreading tho, she’d spell loki wrong if she was feeling it…
Waking up, you manage to
stumble into your bathroom without breaking your neck; god knows how you did
that given that you still had your eyes closed.
After you peed and stood in
front of the mirror, you finally managed to open your eyes only to be greeted
by countless purple hickeys, covering your body and ending at your jaw. “I’m
purple,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. You took a glance down your naked body
“I’m… a purple hulk.” There was no other explanation, at least, that’s what
your half asleep brain tried to tell you. Carefully you touched on of the dark
spots and hissed when the sensitive skin hurt. That woke you up.
Slowly you realized what
had happened to your skin.
“I’m going to kill you,”
you said as you came back into the bedroom, looking at the sleeping douchebag.
“Wake up.” Pulling the blanket away, you waited for him to return to
consciousness.
“What?” Loki was barely
able to open his eyes. “I fucking told you to be careful. How the hell am I
supposed to cover that up?” The thought of crossing your arms to make a point
had crossed your mind, but that was nowhere near possible. The purple hickeys
weren’t only on your neck, which was where anyone reasonable would place them,
no. They covered your entire body, especially your breasts. Touching them would
probably be a terrible idea.
Looking at you, Loki
laughed cockily.
“That’s not fucking funny,
idiot. I have a hickey on my fucking hand.”
Loki, now sat, raised an
eyebrow, his stupid grin not leaving his face. “Has anyone ever told you, you
have a foul mouth? Why don’t you cover them up with make up or something?”
You laughed sarcastically,
not reacting to his first comment. “Yeah I’m just going to fucking bath in
foundation. That’ll do.”
Loki, unimpressed by your
statement, shrugged and stood up. “I think you look amazing,” he grinned, got
up and ran his hands down your arms in a weak attempt to calm you down.
“Yeah I don’t think my dad
is going to see it that way too. The only way to cover that up is wearing a
burqua or something like that for the rest of the fucking week.”
“Or just don’t hide it?”
You walked back into the
bathroom. “Fuck off and think about how we can cover that up. We’re both dead
when Tony, or anyone else, sees this.”
You did not bathe in
foundation and you did not buy a burqua just to hide it. You ended up wearing a
turtleneck sweater and a big scarf.
It was about 40°F outside
so at least no one was going to question your choice of clothing. You didn’t
even want to think about what would be if there had been tank top weather. A
shudder ran through your body.
You managed to slip out of
Lokis room without anyone noticing and went to the kitchen to make some
breakfast. Tony, Nat, Bruce and Steve were already sitting at the table, they
were the only ones who ate a “real breakfast”.
Your father was simply used
to it, Nat needed it to stay in shape, Bruce had an abnormal love for nutella
and Steve had been taught to eat whenever he could, growing up in war times.
Also, what was the American Dream without an American breakfast?
You only noticed Clint in
the armchair towards the window when you heard his voice. “What’s with the
scarf?”
Although all eyes were on
you, no one seemed really interested. No one suspected anything, and why should
they? You shrugged. “I’m cold.”
All eyes went back to their
food and you proceeded to make yourself a bowl of cereal. Obviously the cereals
were on the top shelf, because why not? Wasn’t like you were the only one who
used it and a certain Bucky Barnes liked to annoy you and play pranks on you.
Starting to climb the shelves you felt your sweater move.
“What happened
to your hip?” You froze in your movement, eyes darting to the source of the
voice. The armchair.
A smug looking
Clint watched you as your father got up to inspect the bruise.
“Let me see”, he
tried but you ushered him away.
“It’s nothing”,
you hissed and shot a pissed look towards Clint’s little corner – fuck him and
his ‘hawkeyes’. You should have thought first and acted second. Tony tried to
grab your scarf in an attempt to stop you from fleeing. Before you could do
anything, your dad held your cover in his hands, staring openly at your neck.
You heard Clint
snicker and shot him another look.
“Are those hickeys?” your father asked shocked the
same time Loki entered the kitchen and said “Good morning!”
Can you believe?
The god had the audacity to look at your neck for a second and then let out a
surprised sound. “Oh dear, Y/N, had some fun last night, didn’t you?”
Boiling rage
filled your body, but you somehow managed to stay calm and raise an eyebrow. “Did
you?” With one finger you pointed at the dark bruise on his neck. It was nothing
compared to your neck, but it did raise some attention.
“You left the
tower?”, your dad and Steve yelled at the same time.
The idea
backfired, you realized way too late. That little asshole of a trickster had planned
this.
“No”, he said
and nodded to where you were standing frozen, the stupid smug little smile in
his face. Funny enough it had been this exact smile that made you fall for the
son of a bitch.
Needless to say,
your father’s reaction was a nightmare.
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