Forty Five
Days passed, Loki read over the list Jarvis had created. He made notes, but stayed, watching over me. I made my phone calls, I supervised work on some of the more damaged floors, we felt domestic. Like we'd been married for years. We worked on our own projects during the day, and snuggled on the couch in the evening. He even talked me into grocery shopping.
It was our last night alone, I wanted to do something with him. I made reservations at one of my favorite places. It was somewhere quiet and private. I dressed in one of my favorite Armani suits and skipped out to Loki sitting on the couch wearing headphones. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He took off the headphones and I kissed his ear.
"Magic up something nice to wear." I told him, nibbling on his earlobe.
"And what's the occasion?"
"You. And our last night alone. Before it's Avengers assemble!" I imitated Steve. Loki stood, the casual clothes he was wearing shimmered away for something more formal.
"Lead the way, love." He purred.
I drove to the restaurant and we were seated in a quiet corner. We ordered and quietly drank our drinks. We both were not trying to draw attention to ourselves. I being, well me. And Loki being the person who tried to destroy New York about a year and a half ago. We managed to keep the paparazzi and reporters out. But that didn't stop me from stretching out my legs against his to have contact.
Fortunately, any attention on us was taken away by a couple across the room. The guy had just gotten down on one knee and was fishing in his pocket.
"What's going on over there?" Loki asked, nodding in their direction. The man produced a ring with a sizable diamond.
"He's asking her to marry him." I swirled my drink, thankful for everyone's stares on this couple instead of us. I'd brought many business contacts here before, the staff should know the routine. I suddenly realized I wanted Loki to be himself, but I didn't want myself to be seen dating a guy. What was wrong with me?
The woman's fingers fluttered up to her face and she lowered her left hand to allow the ring to be placed on her. She embraced him and kissed him.
"What happened?" He asked seemingly enthralled at the exchange.
"She said yes."
"Such strange customs." He mused. He returned his attention to our table and our newly arrived food.
"Why? What do you do on Asgard?"
"My marriage would have been arranged. Allfather and my mother probably had a princess chosen for me before I fell into the void. Before Thor's banishment to Midgard, he was meant to be with Lady Sif."
"That used to be the custom here, but centuries ago. I'm glad we're now in a world that believes in love."
"So am I." He said. He reached out to caress my face. Without thinking I melted into his touch. My hand finding his and intertwining our fingers. The flash of a camera went off. Both our eyes went wide. I started to get up and chase the paparazzi who snuck in past security.
"I got this." Loki motioned for me to sit. I watched from my seat as he easily caught the guy before reached the door. Loki held his hand out for the camera, and when refused, took it from him. The camera burst into green flames, melting in his hand. The guy sulked off, upset his camera was ruined with possibly the shot of the century.
"Remind me to never upset you." I looked innocently at Loki.
"I think it's time we leave. We're bound to attract attention out here."He said. I signaled for the check.