Chapter 5 a late Night Encounter

Losing Loki hurt a lot more than you thought it would. That first night, you went to look for him on the roof at the normal time that you two usually meet. You waited until the sun had completely disappeared before giving up and returning inside. You kept returning for almost a week before giving up. One night instead of going to the roof, you decided to hang out with the others. Clint gave you a curious look as you joined him and the rest of the team (excluding Loki) in the living room. You sat down next to Clint on the couch, giving him a small smile to assure him that you were alright.

"So I see that you two have made up." Tony said as he dealt out a deck of cards. Apparently they had decided to play poker. When Tony got to you, you shook your head, signaling that you didn't want to play.

"Yeah, I was wondering how long you two could avoid each other before one of you moved out." Natasha joked.

You smiled as you leaned against Clint. "He couldn't take it anymore. He missed me too much." You joked as you looked at Clint's cards.

He smiled as the game progressed and you dozed off against Clint's shoulder.

You woke up sometime later in your room. You felt someone's arm around your shoulder and saw that it was Clint. You sighed contently, when your stomach rumbled from hunger. Sighing again you got up and made your way downstairs to the main kitchen. Grabbing some yogurt and an apple, you hopped up on the counter and started eating. A few minutes later, the elevator opened up. You turned, expecting Clint, but instead, you saw Loki.

He stepped off, not having seen you yet, and walked to the fridge. You cleared your throat causing him to jump and face you.

"Sorry." You said, hiding your smile by taking a bite of your apple. He nodded and turned back around to the fridge. You could see that the muscles in his back were tense as he grabbed what he wanted and turned to leave. "Wait, Loki, please don't leave."

He turned to face you, his face hard. "Why not? Why could you possibly wish to talk to me? Aren't you worried that your precious brother will find out?"

"Loki." You whispered hopping down from the countertop. "Please just listen to me."

He shook his head, backing away. "I thought that you were different from them." He whispers, his face suddenly vulnerable. He turns to walk away.

Rushing forward you grab his arm to stop him when suddenly you are backed against the counter top. His hands are on your hips, his body presses against yours, his face is mere inches away from yours, but he doesn't kiss you. Then you suddenly realize how much you want him to. Seeing the wanting in your eyes he leans forward and presses his mouth lightly to yours.

What was meant to be a light, whisper of a kiss was suddenly much, much more. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he lifted you back on the countertop. Your legs were around his waist as his hands skimmed the bare skin under your shirt. His fingers slipped over your breast, causing you to gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your bodies were pressed together, impossibly close, but you wanted more.

Suddenly he pulled away, leaving you gasping for air. He was looking at the floor, also trying to catch his breath. "Thankyou." He whispered as he turned away.

"For what?" you ask, just as quietly, wanting him to stay.

He turned back to you as you jumped down from the countertop. "For kissing me like I'm not a monster. For acting like you could ever want to be something more, with me."

"Loki." You whispered as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. It was only now that you realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. You jumped back, heat flooding your cheeks as he looked down at you in confusion. Suddenly, taking in his own shirtless state and your blush understanding dawned in his eyes followed by his trademark mischievous grin.

"Does my nakedness bother you?" he asked and you blushed even harder at the thought of him naked.

"N-no." you stammer, trying to sound believable even though it's obvious that your lying.

He laughs as he pulls you closer. "I don't believe you." He challenges. Prove it. His voice says in your head. Feeling bold, you placed your hands on his chest before stretching to capture his lips with yours.

Suddenly the lights come on and Loki is gone so fast you have to catch yourself on the counter to keep from falling on your face. You look up to see Clint standing in the door way. "What are you doing (y/n)?"

You look around to see that Loki is nowhere in sight. "I, uh, I got hungry so I came down here to get a snack." You said gesturing to you empty yogurt container and half eaten apple on the counter.

"Oh, okay." He says before he yawns and turns to leave. Having known you most of your life, your late night snacking habits were old news to him. Sighing you threw the rest of your apple and yogurt container away, and you stood in the kitchen, waiting to see if Loki would come back. After a few minutes you sighed and returned to you room to find it empty. Clint must have decided to sleep in his own bed. After you had crawled into bed and was about to fall asleep, you felt something soft brush your arm. You opened your eyes to find your bed covered with dozens of the biggest, reddest roses you had ever seen in your life. A note was attached to a rose on your pillow that read. Sleep well. ~Loki. You held the note close to your chest as you fell asleep.