Written for: tonaathena1996. June 10th, 2019 Lokane fluffy fic.

Jane felt around the bottom of the bowl, pushing unpopped kernels and burnt bits aside. No matter where she looked, not a hint of puffy, buttery goodness remained. Sighing, she pushed the bowl into Loki's hands.

"Refill time," she said.

Loki did not take his eyes off the screen. "Must I?"

"Yes because I got the drinks and I made the last bag." Jane sipped her Dr. Pepper. It was getting warm. "Now it's your turn."

An explosion cut off whatever remark he had cooking up, so he wisely bit his tongue and left for the kitchen like the good semi-reformed evil boyfriend he was. Jane sunk into the cushions under a blanket now that he wasn't there to warm her. Scenes of a burning building and a tattered Bruce Willis staggering into the final fight flashed before her eyes. Soon Alan Rickman would be plummeting hundreds of feet to the ground like so many classic Disney villains. She just hoped Loki wouldn't miss it.

"You coming?" she shouted into the kitchen.

"This does take time, you realize."

"I thought you had magic. Pop it in your hands or something."

"If I do, I won't sleep tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because there aren't enough hours in the day to answer all the questions you'll have."

Jane pouted. "Hey, I'm not that bad."

A chuckle. Jane would've thrown her pillow in his direction, but she'd achieved maximum comfort in her current position, and moving now would be a mistake. Thank the Valkyrie above she'd peed before sitting down.

Loki made it just before the standoff, and he swerved gracefully around her coffee table, his shins unmarred by the jagged wooden edges. Someday, Jane would replace that old thing. Right after she got the new carpet installed.

"I see he's not dead yet." Loki handed Jane a bowl of fresh popcorn and retook his place at her side. "This is taking far longer than necessary."

"They're just building tension. It's how action movies work."

"If it were me, I would've destroyed him and his partners within the first second."

"You're also an alien with superpowers. John McClane is not." Jane popped some popcorn into his mouth. He made sure to lick her fingers before she pulled away.

"Such a pity."

Jane nudged him, smiling to herself. Always trying to play the tough guy.

They didn't speak again until the credits rolled. Jane switched the TV off and settled back into his arms. The rest of the popcorn could be eaten later. Perhaps with Die Hard 2. She would've suggested they watch it now, but Loki's hands were inside her shirt, and his lips had trailed from the top of her head to her neck.

"This is why I love date nights in," she sighed.

"Why?" he growled, his teeth nipping her skin. "So I don't get in trouble?"

"No, so you get in the right kind of trouble."

She squealed as Loki dropped her on her back, his lean, powerful body pressing her down. He left a few more bites on her throat and along her collarbone. Those marks would take days to fade, just the way he liked it.

The best part about dates nights in was when they lasted until morning.