Prompt request from Iamartermisday on Tumblr. Lokane, set after TDW.
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Jane stood at the counter, trying to correct her seat for her flight to Sweden. Apparently, she'd just been bumped up to first class, which was wrong. She wasn't a part of any special program that gave her such privileges.
The man stared at her with a disbelieving tilt to his brows.
"If you can just give me back my original seat, I would be delighted," Jane said.
He shrugged and started typing, only to stop and stare at the computer. "Must be your lucky day. You benefited from a glitch in the system."
Loki. She should've known. "It's not luck and it's not a glitch. Trust me."
His face transformed into a passive mask. She knew that look. She'd seen it on her professors, peers, and the scientific community in general. They had all thought she was a few stars short of a constellation for pursuing such an unconventional path, but here she was, on her way to accept a Nobel prize in astrophysics.
"Ma'am, the flight is full, and your old seat has already been given away."
She tapped her ticket on the counter, wondering how she could thwart the God of Mischief. He often did things like this, even though he knew it drove her crazy. If he wasn't in hiding, disguising himself as Odin, then she'd be able to explain the situation and correct the problem.
"Can you let me know who has my old seat, so I can ask if they want to trade?"
He shook his head and went on to explain the airline's policies when someone grabbed her suitcase. Her heart jumped to her throat. He had her laptop with all of her latest data and research. That was months of work, not backed up to anything for security reasons.
"Hey," she called.
He didn't turn around.
Clenching her ticket, she darted around the line of people waiting to board, and followed the tall man. His absurdly long gait made him look like he was gliding, and her look like she was a Flinstone driving a foot-powered car.
"Stop!"
Everyone's heads turned in her direction, but no one bothered to help. Indignation spiked the hot anger already boiling inside her.
"Get the fuck back here," she shouted at his back. "That's my suitcase!"
The man turned around a corner, and she quickly followed suit.
One moment, the spacious, sunlit terminal filled her vision, the next it spun into a blur as she was twirled into the wall. A warm body trapped her against it. She tensed and sucked in a breath, ready to scream for help.
"Such vulgar language, my dear Jane."
Loki.
Her bound muscles softened at the smooth timber of his voice, and yet her gaze darted around the wide corridor. Security guards were coming their way.
"You shouldn't be here," she told him. "You might be seen."
He tsked her, but his lips lifted at her fretting. "I wouldn't have had to come, if you weren't making such a fuss over my gift."
The sound of the guard's boots clomping on the tiled floor and the jingling of their keys had her stomach twisting into knots. "Loki, you should go. If they find out you're alive, Thor will come for you. Too much is at stake. We can't forget what the future has shown—"
His mouth closed over hers, silencing her protests and igniting a fire deep in her core. She lifted to her toes and touched the smooth line of his jaw to deepen the kiss. Only the fabled ambrosia might compare to the taste of him. It made her head swim and her body float.
Nothing existed except the passionate grip he used to pull her flush to him, or his scent that filled her with desire. She fisted her hand in his hair and moaned in both pleasure and agony. She ached for him. It'd been too long since he'd torn himself away from Asgard's preparations to visit her. Far too long.
He broke the seal of their lips and placed his forehead against hers. They panted, breathing each other in as they came down from their high.
"Expect me in your hotel room when you arrive." He took a step back, staring at her with with a hunger that matched her own, then turned to disappear around the corner.
She fell back against the wall and glanced down at her suitcase with a wide grin.
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Thanks for reading! And never to forget my lovely sister, thanks for always telling it to me straight.
Up Next: a Winter Solstice ficlet. It'll be at least twice this length.
