Day 2: Cuddling Somewhere – Loki Laufeyson
It's been three years since Loki invaded Midgard and was sentenced to the Asgardian dungeons. It's been a year since he successfully assisted Thor in defeating Malekith and saving Jane Foster. It's been nine months since he opted for staying on Midgard to be with you.
Unfortunately for you, Loki is still a high priority on SHIELD's radar, causing lots of agent visits and interviews (interrogations). It bothers you to no end that Director Fury just can't accept the fact that Loki is finally turning good and helping the Avengers out in their missions. Sure, Loki has a temper, and a near childish love of pranking his fellow good guys, but he's got good intentions. That's what counts, right?
As much as you enjoy hanging out with the Avengers and SHIELD agents, you enjoy your moments with Loki alone more. Loki gets unreasonably jealous when you spend time with any other males without him around, and the Avengers are still working on accepting Loki, so the only times you really get to enjoy yourself is when you have Girls' Day with Natasha, Maria, and Pepper or chill in your room with your boyfriend.
On this particular day, the Avengers are off doing their own thing. Clint and Natasha are out on the town, Tony and Pepper are on a date at some fancy restaurant, Bruce is working in the lab several floors below you, Thor is spending the weekend with Jane, and Steve is setting up his new apartment. You know that Bruce will be working in the lab until off hours of the morning, most likely passing out in the middle of a project, so you and Loki are virtually alone.
You're in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge and the cupboard to find snacks to fit your boyfriend's complicated (picky) tastes. He's very particular (rude) about Midgardian cuisine, just as he is with Midgardian alcohol. "It's too weak," he always says. You often ask why he doesn't just use his magic to strengthen his booze and give it a better taste, to which he replies that lesser magical powers is one of the drawbacks of him living on Midgard. That or he simply ignores you because he dislikes when you challenge his complaints.
You roll your eyes and giggle to yourself at the memories while you fish various snacks out of the cupboard. Loki overhears your snickering and saunters in, confused.
"What's so funny, love?" he wonders.
"Nothing," you reply innocently, smiling up at him as you gather sodas and candy. He would only ever admit it to you, but early on in your relationship, you learned that Loki has quite a love for chocolate. Should anyone else ask, he would reply that it's a weak Midgardian snack created for emotional females, but you know that it's one of his favorite things, Midgardian or otherwise.
Loki quirks a brow at you, clearly not satisfied with your response. He shrugs it off anyway, helping you carry the snacks into the living area and setting them on the coffee table. You continue to smile at him as you crouch down in front of the extensive DVD collection, running your fingers over the spines of the cases as if it would assist you in deciding on a movie.
"What do you want to watch, love?" you call out to Loki, still looking at the movies.
"Choose whatever you like," he replies, leaning back against the plush cushions of the couch.
You smirk to yourself and select Midnight In Paris, excited for Loki's reaction. Ever since he became a big media story, teenage girls went crazy comparing him to the famous actor Tom Hiddleston. Such a comparison irritates Loki to no end, as he is a God and therefore above his mortal dopplegangers. As much as you love him, you take great amusement in subjecting him to observing his doppleganger as much as possible. As far as you know, he's never even heard of Midnight In Paris, making it a perfect movie for your night alone.
You resist a giggle as you set the disc in the tray of the DVD player. You grab the remote and all but skip back to the couch, plopping down beside Loki and snuggling into his side. He quirks a brow at you again, wondering what you could have possibly chosen that made you so happy.
"This isn't another musical, is it, darling?" he inquires.
You bite your lip to stifle the giggle. "Not at all."
He ponders as the opening theme and title play on the screen. He then groans. "This isn't a doppleganger film, is it?"
You remain silent, intently watching the screen.
He sighs but doesn't try to stop it. He knows how much you appreciate his doppleganger, and as much as it bothers him, as long as you enjoy the film itself, he doesn't mind.
So he sits through the beginning, wondering when his doppleganger will make his appearance. It's certainly not the blonde man with the irritating fiancée.
You snuggle into Loki's side, smiling up at him as his arm wraps around you. You rest your head just under his shoulder, and his arm bends to allow his hand to come up and run through your hair. You close your eyes, nearly purring. You've stopped paying attention to the movie when his fingers suddenly stop, causing you to pout. You look up at him to find him glaring at the TV. You follow his gaze and finally release a giggle as Tom Hiddleston moves about the screen, smiling and speaking in an American accent.
"I do not understand what is so interesting about this mortal," he scoffs.
"He's a good actor," you reason, "and I'm sure his popularity sky-rocketed when his fans realized that he looks like you."
"He looks nothing like me," Loki mumbles.
You shake your head. "Give him black hair and a green cape and he's you, love."
Loki rolls his eyes and shifts his position, moving to lie down. You follow happily, resting your head on his T-shirt-clad chest and resting an arm on either side. His arms wrap around you, one hand lazily rubbing circles across your back, the other running its fingers through your hair. You close your eyes and hum happily, soon falling asleep to the sensations of your boyfriend and the sound of Tom Hiddleston and Owen Wilson on the TV.
Loki notices as you fall asleep and presses a kiss to your forehead. He ensures that you're truly asleep before he teleports the remote closer to him. His finger lingers above the "Off" button before his doppleganger exits the scene, leaving only the blonde man and some other men that Loki doesn't recognize. He debates with himself for a moment, reasoning that the film can't be too bad without the doppleganger in it, and allows it to continue. He soon falls asleep as well, wrapped securely around you.