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Out For Revenge: The Revengers Headlining Tour — Chapter Two

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8,585

Summary: Ever since that first gig at the pub, you’ve been following The Revengers—as well as getting closer with Loki, of course—and they’ve gotten big. Big enough to where they’ve landed a small recording deal and secured a headlining tour after their first album takes the rock scene by storm.

When Loki drops in at your job, as he does almost every day now, he invites you to the celebratory party for the big news. That same night, you and Loki further your growing relationship.

Warnings: i will be honest there may be a little bit of angst. it’s not that angsty, but it’s loki being realistic and ur wanting to smack him upside the head. mentions of alcohol, body shots, reader may be a Little Too Bisexual in this (sorry if that’s not ur cup)

Notes: i wrote the last of this fic delirious at 7 am after 6 hours of sleep, listening to the rocketman soundtrack. if this fic doesn’t bang, then i’ll die it’s fine this is fine. hope u all love it!!!

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Better clothes for you was simply changing out of your work uniform and into mostly what you wear around the apartment—a pair of leggings (they have pockets, you can never go wrong with wearing these ever), a slightly form fitting shirt before tossing a hoodie on over it.

You would dwell on how you look in front of Loki, but considering he said to dress comfortably and your long day at work, you’re not giving any fucks. You give yourself one last look over before leaving your place with your phone and wallet in your hoodie’s pocket, keys in hand.

You pull your phone from your pocket once you’re behind the wheel of your car again, seeing another text from Loki.

You don’t work tomorrow, do you? I don’t want you to feel pressured to coming tonight :(

You cooed, leaning back in your seat while your heart slammed a little harder in your chest.

No! Tomorrow’s a rare day off it’s okay!! I’m heading your way now, be there soon.

Turn that frown upside down, rockstar you don’t look as pretty when you pout.

Part of you definitely debated on not sending that second text just as you hit send—Loki looked pretty doing anything with his facial expressions. Hell, Loki could make anything look pretty, as long it was his face and body involved. You almost took your words back, but once you started to watch those three little bubbles float onto your screen to indicate that Loki was texting back, you just went to quickly tap on the address he sent you earlier. Google Maps was just as fast to start replacing your texts seamlessly as it showed you the address on the screen. You hit the small start button once you were buckled up and had your phone on it’s small vent mount.

Traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was as you followed the directions your phone told you to take, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it all seemed familiar. Most of these turns felt like muscle memory, and your brain was slowly placing pieces together.

It was like you were heading to Helen’s complex.

You snorted and shook your head at your thoughts, carefully taking a right turn before stopping at a red light. There’s no way Brunn could share a complex with Helen, is there? You would have ran into her way before this.

Turns out, no, you wouldn’t have. You haven’t. Because before you’re even told you’ve reached your destination from Google Maps, you’re taking a back road to lead into the parking lot of Helen, and apparently Brunn’s, apartment complex.

You can’t help but laugh a little out of shock as you ignore the voice from the app telling you to get back on course before it tells you it’s rerouting. Brunn and Helen. In the same complex. And you haven’t even met her until The Revengers stumbled into your job to eat.

What a small fucking world.

Once you’re parked in a visitor’s spot different than your usual one you pick out when you’re visiting Helen, you’re pulling your phone from your little mount, ending the Google Maps navigation interface and checking your messages. Loki’s sent you two more texts, one a few shocked emojis, and an actual reply of: “I’m always pretty, you’re LYING”

You chuckle at your screen, quickly sending an emoji with it’s tongue sticking out before replying with I’m here! Be up soon and promptly locking your phone again, carefully shifting in your seat to slide it into your leggings pocket. At the moment, you didn’t care to see the other notifications that were probably building up before you’re checking that you’ve gotten all of your things from your car you may need in your hands or hoodie’s pocket and exit your car. You lock it promptly before you’re making the trek into the building.

Brunn is, even more ironically, a floor below Helen. Helen was on the fourth floor, and Brunn was on the third. Less of a pain having to walk up the stairs, but still a pain nonetheless.

As you walked down the hall, quietly muttering Brunn’s room number under your breath, you played with your keys while following the slight loud muffled noise of music.

It’s now that Helen’s complaint from months ago hits you: Brunn was the one below her that threw some massive new year party and didn’t get in trouble for the noise complaints. That makes you laugh softly, the music growing louder progressively before you’re situated right in front of Brunn’s door. 

“Helen’s gonna get a kick out of this when I tell her,” you mutter to yourself before shoving your keys into your hoodie pocket with your other things and knocking as hard as you can physically handle on the door so someone could hear it over the music. It didn’t take as long as you thought it would for the door to open once you stopped banging on it, and you didn’t realize how thankful you’d be for that.

You’re even more thankful for who’s actually opening the door. 

It’s Brunn—which, you don’t know why you didn’t expect her to answer. It was her own apartment. You smile at her probably tipsy state as she places your face just outside her door. She says your name gently, almost like you’re not even there.

“Yeah,” you reply casually, waving with the hand that was knocking on the door. “Hi.”

“You’re….you came?”

You scrunched your face up in confusion. “Yeah? Loki invited me today when he came by—“

“Oh! Oh great!” Brunn cuts you off with a look of sheer excitement. “Come on in! I just didn’t expect to see you tonight!”

You scoffed dramatically, stepping past Brunn and the door, the song changing from the thumping bass to something a bit lighter. Maybe Helen will have a good night’s rest once she’s back from closing.

“I probably would have found my way here without Loki’s help thanks to that last song,” you joke. “I wanted to come and congratulate you all on the news anyway, may as well do it here, y’know?”

Brunn, who you’ve never seen actually get bashful or sheepish actually blushes and giggles. You chalk it up to her being intoxicated before she’s pulling you into a hug once she’s shut and locked her front door behind you. You let out a small laugh yourself and hug her back just as tight.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You’re welcome. Though, not sure why you’re thanking me,” you reply gently, resting your chin on her bare shoulder, just missing her tank top strap. “You picked me up along the way with your talent, just like everyone else.”

“I know, but—“

“Brunn!” 

The two of you nearly flinch away from each other’s embrace due to the random voice calling her name. Brunn’s suddenly all but dragged off to a different direction by the person that was calling her out, giving you a wave. You made a little mental note to maybe try and find her later at this party, or maybe just ask her about tonight some other day.

Brunn’s apartment isn’t too packed, but as you looked around at all the people, it definitely was near capacity. It was comfortably full, but, remembering Loki’s text, you’re worried what may come later in the night. You elect that maybe it’s better to just not think about it, carefully maneuvering around people to try and find the kitchen for a drink of some kind that’s non-alcoholic. You’re not feeling up to that tonight.

Once you made it to what seemed like the middle of the apartment, you find the little breakfast bar cut out to the kitchen, and you feel washed with a huge wave of relief.

And just as you start walking towards the kitchen you ironically lock eyes with the very reason you’re here tonight, Loki.

It’s fairly obvious he was doing a sweep, looking for someone—more than likely you, which has your stomach in all kinds of knots for good and anxiety ridden reasons—and just so happened to fall right on the person he’d been searching for.

You’re smiling, if not grinning at the eye contact as you stop mid-step to the kitchen. It’s almost like one of those movie moments, where it’s like…a slow-mo montage. With a slow jam playing over it. And then the record scratches, of course, when someone stumbling out of the kitchen asks you kindly to move and you press yourself up against the edge of the wall that makes a small hall to lead into the kitchen.

Loki looks like he gives a small laugh before he turns to talk with his friend he’s been standing with, his head jutting your direction. You take this as your own cue to start heading into the kitchen, but still keeping an eye on Loki.

He needs to stop dressing so god damn well. He’s got his fucking leather jacket on over some skin tight shirt and his usual black jeans. How he makes something so simple look so good, you never seem to understand. You watch as he passes off his solo cup to his friend, still talking with them as he starts to shrug off his jacket.

It feels like something you shouldn’t be watching. The second you see bare skin past the black hem of the shirt is when you learn that it’s fucking worse than a tight fitting shirt. It’s a fucking tank top, and now his entire bare arms are on display for you and everyone else in this party to see.

If Loki turned around right now and saw you staring at his forearms, you may just die. But it would be worth it.

His friend nods his head back your way as he takes Loki’s jacket for him in exchange for his cup back as they seem to exchange final words. You stand from your position against the wall to prepare yourself to see him up close and personal.

Right as Loki turns around however, he’s speaking over his shoulder before he’s stumbling slightly as if he’s tripped on something.

You and his friend cackle in unison, across the room, all at the same guitarist. Loki whips around probably to chastise his friend for laughing at him, and that’s when you decide to properly end up in the kitchen. Loki would come when he’s done chewing his friend out and ready to properly talk with you, now that he knows you’re here.

Brunn’s kitchen is slightly bigger than your own, and you can’t help but be a bit jealous when you walk in. There’s a cliché sight of a couple that’s making out on the counter currently before they’re hearing you open the fridge as if you’ve existed in this apartment longer than they have, easily finding a 12 pack of Sprites in her fridge. Thankfully, if not mercifully, they evacuate the kitchen quickly after you finished rummaging around in the fridge to leave you be and possibly go take their session somewhere else. You give a small sigh of relief, and place your cold Sprite can down to go hunting around for grenadine near the alcohol.

You find half a bottle of grenadine near a bigger bottle of lime juice and other mixers before carefully reaching around the glass bottles of alcohol on the counter to grab a solo cup for yourself.

With all your drink ingredients, you set out to make the easiest non-alcoholic drink imaginable in Brunn’s kitchen: a Shirley Temple.

It’s a weird moment of loneliness you feel, cracking open your can and pouring your Sprite into the cup. You’re the only one in this kitchen for the time being and the music sounds as if it’s dully thumping outside of the room. Almost like you’re in the bathroom, trying to cool down in a club, but that’s just the atmosphere of Brunn’s apartment right now.

Weirdly enough, you enjoy it almost as much as Queen’s Pub on Saturdays. Once your Sprite can runs empty into your cup, you’re opening the grenadine. As you start to pour the grenadine, your mind pulls back to Loki from earlier. The way he shucked off his jacket. How he turned before tripping—

“Easy on the grenadine,” Loki says as he walks in, breaking the soft pouring noises into your cup. You almost do as he says, shocked how the man spooked you so easily, only stopping the grenadine just a few seconds after he speaks to you. “Brunn may beat you for using a bunch of that. Her Sunrises are her lifeline.”

You snort, putting the cap on the grenadine bottle. “I like my Shirley Temples with a little too much sweetness, sue me.”

Loki continues walking towards you, finally moving to rest against the counter with his cup in hand. The look on his face is fond, taking in your appearance. “She just might.”

“Oh no,” you reply, deadpan. “Not Brunn suing me over some cherry syrup I could buy her more of. However will I go on?”

There’s a beat between you and Loki as you both finally make eye contact with each other. It’s not too long before you’re both giggling between each other, and you’re putting the grenadine bottle back where you’d found it as well as grabbing a green plastic straw so you can stir your drink around to not get straight syrup.

“So,” Loki starts, coming down from your shared giggle fit after taking a sip from his newly empty cup, “a Shirley Temple? You’re not drinking tonight?”

You shake your head, sipping your drink and very pleased with the results. “Nah, got to drive myself home, and I don’t really feel up to it tonight anyways. Even if it was a long day at work.”

Loki nods in understanding, pushing from the counter and placing his cup down as he carries his conversation with you to the fridge. “I get that.”

“What’re you drinking?” you ask, raising a brow and trying not to look at his ass in his tight jeans while he bends over to dig around in Brunn’s fridge. “One of those cocktails from a can?”

“Nope,” Loki chirps from the cold interior of Brunn’s fridge, pulling out finally after a moment with a green can. “Been indulging with Ginger Ale tonight.”

You scrunch your face up. “Ginger Ale?”

“Yeah,” Loki responds, easily cracking open the can to pour it into the cup just as you did with your Sprite. “What of it? You look disgusted.”

“Because I am.”

“For why? It’s basically your Sprite with some Coke splashed in.”

“That’s why,” you huff in reply, trying not to laugh again at how defensive Loki is currently over Ginger Ale as you sip at your drink. “As someone who does that frequently, I’d rather gag.”

Loki makes a small clicking noise with his tongue as he finishes off the last of the soda that’s in his can before his solo cup overflows, shaking his head almost as if he disapproves of your words.

“Your words cut deep, sweetheart,” Loki quips leaning against the counter, a little closer to you than before. “Anyway, how was the ride over? Didn’t get lost, did you?”

You snort, shaking your head as you begin to mirror Loki by leaning against the counter, too. “No. Actually, I already knew how to get here.” 

“Oh?” Loki raises a brow in curiosity. “Really?”

“Yeah, Helen lives in this complex too, ironically enough.” You go in for another sip, watching Loki’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” you pop the “p”, trying not to laugh at how cliché you sound. “I wish I was. Helen was pissed about that New Years party, by the way.”

Loki finds himself chuckling a bit. “Yeah, that one was a little too crazy, even for myself. I hope she’ll never figure out it was Brunn, she may have both our asses then.”

“She’s over it now, but if tonight gets loud, she may just murder all of us.”

“Does she know you’re here?” Loki questions, a small glint in his eye. “Like, here in the complex.”

“Uh,” you start, free hand finding your straw you’re toying with as you swirl your drink. “No. Unless she sees my car when she gets off shift. I did tell her I was coming to the party though.”

Loki nods and brings his cup up for a drink. You pull your eyes away from Loki as he takes his sip, you fear you may actually do more than just stare at the way he swallows, the tank top leaves too much of his neck exposed for your liking.

“She was the one who told me about your note, actually. She found me mid-rush to tell me,” you ramble out, taking interest in the pleasing sizzle your drink gives as you stamp the cup down against the countertop you’re both leaning on. Loki goes on to let out an interested hum.

“Did she—“

“She didn’t read, it, no,” you carry on immediately, laughing out of the sudden rise of nerves you’re starting to feel. “At least, I don’t think? She does know I’m the only one in the waitstaff that has a green pen. She said she saw that.”

Loki chuckles at that, smiling as he shakes his head. “I don’t really give a damn if she read it or not, as long as it got to you, that’s all I cared about.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at Loki’s words in that damn tone he’s speaking in, as well as his smile and nod back, your smile hopefully just as cute as his.

“How was work after I left, though? It looked like hell just sitting there,” Loki quipped, the two of you chuckling a little.

“It was hell, you’re right.” You bring your cup up to take a sip through your straw, and Loki’s almost quick to make you choke.

“Did you miss me after I left, then?”

He’s fucking cheeky looking as he says it, and it makes you want to kiss the little smirk off his damn face—which is a thought that equally excites you and terrifies you all at once. After you take a moment to swallow and breathe from your sudden inhale, as well as your thoughts directed at kissing him and Loki just being Loki before choking on Sprite and grenadine, you clear your throat.

“Absolutely not—“

“Make way, love birds!” Some random guy shouts as he storms into the kitchen with purpose. Unfortunately, you and Loki are somewhat close to where the man needs to have access to, and thus his sudden shouting makes Loki wrap an arm around your waist protectively before guiding you a bit further down the line of the counters as the two of you are just floundering for a proper reply.

Loki doesn’t have a fair judgement of just how out of counter space the two of you are until you squeak when your lower back presses into the corner of the counter near the stove, crowded in by Loki’s tall frame. 

It’s now you feel so little in Loki’s arm, your drink still a safe distance away to where you can sip at the straw still, but Loki’s whole chest is just as far away, if not closer. You can faintly smell the cologne he’s wearing as he replies to the man rooting around the fridge for something he’s not finding, your eyes unable to stay away from how his neck is straining as he glares at him over his shoulder.

You’re focusing enough on Loki’s chest to watch the rise and fall of it as he speaks, and even make out the faintest outline of his pecs, maybe an ab or two. This leads your mind to that deep, dark little crevice of your brain from the one time you’d had a far too sexual dream about him. You wished you didn’t have your mind fly that deep and so fast into the gutter that was your damned attraction to Loki—who’s still trying to coach this probably drunk man in the kitchen to get a fucking drink and get out.

You only realize you’re moving out of the kitchen when Loki’s calloused fingers dig into your hoodie, his huff fully pulling you from your train of thoughts. You’re shocked you’re not stumbling along like a rag doll as you’re trying to piece together where you and Loki are even going. 

“Are you alright?” Loki speaks suddenly, gently tugging you around a corner to another main hallway before stationing the two of you against the wall next to an antique hall table. You can’t help the air that huffs out of you when your back connects with the wall, Loki’s arm resting next to your head, just above your shoulder.

“Uh, y-yeah, fine.”

“I’m sorry for cornering you like that,” he sighs, head bowing down to look at you somewhat properly. “I’d rather not deal with some drunkard that I don’t know through Brunn.”

“Yeah, no, totally get it.” You’re shocked you’re even speaking right now, with how Loki’s still towering over you, eyes locked on your own as the both of you calm your breathing from the sudden movement from the kitchen to here, in the hall.

Loki nods, breathing out a soft okay before he’s realizing just how close he is to you and backing off slightly, almost awkwardly before he’s clearing his throat, both hands moving to cup at his solo cup before speaking aloud.

“So. How is Helen doing?”

You should have seen that coming. As well as the other awkward conversation topics to follow. The two of you always have a flowing conversation at Queen’s Pub, but that may just be because Loki’s in his element and you have billions of questions about everything.

However, as the two of you converse about anything painfully, personally cringing at yourself internally every second as you ramble on about Helen, or your newest random hobby you’re trying to pick up to avoid the burnout of working in the restaurant industry, you realize that you’d kill to be at Queen’s Pub. You’d rather Loki rambling about the lighting rigs Brian taught him how to install with Roger. Have one of Brian’s fruity concoctions in hand. Hear all of the cool experiences he and the band have had up to this point—not have to dig up more and more horrifically painful topics to bore him with.

Yeah, you realize, you’ve got nothing to talk about.

“But, uh, yeah,” you stutter slightly, looking down into your cup to mix around your ice that’s melded with the now flat soda and grenadine. “How, um, how was your day?”

Loki seemed like he was hanging on to every word you were saying, though. Kindly enough. “My day? It was. Well..”

You can’t help but laugh lightly at the stress of how awkward this talking period is currently, and Loki seemed to agree and joined you with a light chuckle.

“Sorry. It was good. After seeing you I just cleaned. Watched a few shows.” Loki stops and leans over to place his newly empty cup on the hall table you’re close to before laughing and speaking again. “Christ I promise I’m more entertaining than I lead on—“

“Oh, do tell,” you tease gently, looking up from your cup with a small smirk.

And luckily, Loki does. It gets easier through the night. Any questions either of you had about what you spoke about actually started to properly stem into actual conversations about what the two of you do outside of how you met each other. You tell Loki about your successful hobbies, he tells you all about his part-time job that he’s still got under his belt in case this tour falls out and TR ends up not being too big of a hit as you all expect them to be—and suddenly, it’s like any awkwardness vanished. All from a little quip and a smirk.

It’s good. Not to say that it wasn’t good before. But the conversation still flows unlike earlier when the two of you had a bit of a lull in picking a topic. 

Now, you’re here, drunk on Loki as he finishes telling you a story about how he, Thor, and his sister tried to put on a play for his family when they were kids. You never want to leave his sight, or this party, just to pull more stories like this from him.

“There is no way your sister got you both into dresses that easy,” you giggle into your hand, placing your finally empty cup on the hallway table the two of you were still stationed next to. Loki’s made himself comfortable again after all of the awkwardness now, arm back next to your head and over your shoulder as you lean comfortably against the wall. Part of you wants to rest your head on his wrist and forearm, just to see if his bare arm would flex any more than it has in the past however long you’ve been standing here—

“She did! She absolutely did. I’ll ask her to text me the pictures or take them myself next time I’m at my parents and send them to you. Red is my true color, I think.”

You squint playfully up at the man before you, a fond smile creeping onto your face. “Nah. Green suits you. Green and black.”

“Really?” Loki hums in question. “Is this from my nail polish choices or the fact that you’ve never seen me in any other colors?”

You gasp at that, a hand pressing over the middle of your chest from Loki’s words—he may be right, but you’re having too much fun being just as dramatic as him. 

“Excuse you, Mr. Odinson.”

“Excuse me? For what?” Loki asks fondly, arm shifting next to your head slightly before you finally break away from your thoughts that were holding you back to rest your head against his forearm.

You were right, his arm did flex at that. And you’re glad you’re holding your sudden reaction back from how you can see his arm slightly bulging to support your weight.

“I’ve seen you in other colors,” you sigh gently, as if you’re not affected by resting your head on his arm. “There’s so many different shades of green and black. They’re just not called green and black.”

“Oh my god,” Loki groans dramatically, rolling his eyes playfully. “I should let your head fall right now.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Your bright, teasing eyes meet Loki’s who’s equally just as teasing as he smirks at you. 

“Try me.”

You squint your eyes slightly, still holding his gaze as Loki gives you a soft chuckle. You’re expecting him to say something again since he’s still staring into your eyes. But, as you move your head from his arm to stop your neck from cramping, you realize you’re basically having a small staring contest.

And your heart is already going into overtime, ramming into your chest every few seconds as you notice just how close you are to Loki. You’ve been close to him like this all night, and now you’re really feeling the aftereffects of the proximity.

Loki’s inched a bit closer to your face at this point, his hand shifting to have his forearm lean against the wall now to support his body weight. You hear him take a deep, shaky breath before his breath is fanning over your face.

“Can…can I try something?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathe quietly in reply. “Go for it.”

If anything, your heart is speeding up even further. You’re not sure that’s entirely possible, but you’re not asking any questions as you watch Loki lean in closer and closer to you.

You’re about to have your first proper kiss with Loki Odinson. That on the rise rockstar you met months ago at your waitressing job. And you couldn’t be more excited for it. Part of you is suddenly curious if you’ll actually be a good kisser. There’s not much experience you’ve had in that regard, and you’re hoping Loki won’t mind it.

And if any of your nerves are showing, Loki doesn’t seem to notice it as he leans in the rest of the way, head tilting to the side to let his face slot into your own personally and press his lips to your own.

After a few seconds, you were confused when Loki just pulled away almost immediately after leaning his lips on yours. His lips were on yours for a small, small amount of time.You didn’t even have enough time to get your eyes closed properly.

It was more so of a peck, you realize.

Loki seemed shocked with his own actions, and scanned your face to see if what he’d done was okay. You didn’t really let him say anything to you in response and pulled him back in to slot your lips together once more.

You didn’t want to admit it aloud, but you had no idea what to do after this. You’ve never kissed anyone properly, ever. So you wouldn’t know jack shit what to do. Thankfully, Loki’s large hands ended up landing on either side of your face to start kissing you in what you assumed was the correct way, lips moving and somewhat guiding your own as he gripped your face gently as if it were a piece of glass.

You admittedly got lost in the kiss, not getting enough of Loki’s lips slotting against yours. You shuffled as close to him as you physically could, hands resting on his chest and gripping at the fabric of his tank top. And you could just about faint as you felt his small chuckle against your lips as he turned his head to deepen the kiss.

It felt just like it looked in some romantic movie you’ve seen—soft, loving, and all-consuming. Which, you didn’t expect out of a first kiss, but were you complaining?

Absolutely not.

The only time you did complain was having to pull away, softly gasping for air just as Loki did, hands still pressed into your now warm cheeks.

Your eyes—you don’t really recall when you closed them like you thought you would, honestly, you were probably that taken up in the kiss—are staring right into Loki’s blue ones again. You’re both panting lightly, and when you start giggling from all the butterflies in your tummy just erupting, Loki starts giggling with you, too.

“Is there something wrong?” Loki asked gently, his giggles fading a lot faster than your own, “besides, well, the obvious, y’know..”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before finally speaking.

“‘S nothing,” you say, shaking your head slightly as you let go of Loki’s tank to slide your hands down his abdomen slowly and rest on his sides. “It’s just...that was my first kiss.”

It’s that response that makes Loki freeze, and you’re suddenly filled with dread. You don’t know what the reply is for most people when they say that, and frankly, if this was about to be a whole joke to make fun of you, you’re prepared to walk back out to your car and go home to cry in a pint of edible cookie dough.

You watch Loki’s tongue flick out to run over his lips—lips that just willingly pressed against yours—quickly, swallowing before speaking.

“Really?”

“Yes,” you finally breathe with a nod, “really.”

It’s painful, waiting for Loki’s reply. Your brain is conjuring so many what if scenarios that you’re not all ready for what he could actually say.

“Well,” he finally breathes, his hands starting to pull away from your cheeks to find a spot on your waist. “If you don’t mind, my kiss quota for the evening is, unfortunately, needing to be filled—”

You’re back to giggling again, your dread moving far away just as fast as it came, the two of you leaning forwards before your foreheads gently bump together. The tip of Loki’s nose nudges against your own as he speaks, lips brushing yours.

“—care to help fix that?”

“Absolutely,” you mutter back happily before closing your eyes and reconnecting your lips.

After that, you and Loki really just spent the rest of your night chatting, or kissing. You’re both very giggly. You’re extremely happy to say it’s not from the alcohol either as the two of you navigate around the steady group of people in the living room to get back to the kitchen after a few more kisses and conversations shared to get refills.

You never really recall finding a party this enjoyable until Loki came into the mix. Honestly, you’d like to keep it that way for as long as the universe allows you to have it.

It’s around midnight when you finally move to tap out of the event. Brunn still has the party going steadily, you think you even heard someone shout for a round of body shots—to which you and Loki happily declined in favor for more hushed conversation and kisses near the hall table to be hidden from all the drunk, hazy eyes.

“I’ll walk you out,” Loki says immediately, stacking your newly empty cup with your own before you’re being guided by a hand on your lower back to the kitchen. “Just gotta grab my jacket.”

All you can do is smile and nod. You haven’t had the need to take off your hoodie, weirdly enough. At some point you thought you may need to—that’s the whole reason why you wore a shirt under it, after all, as well as the leggings with pockets on the sides so you could hold the important little things inside the hoodie pocket—but the most you’ve done is pull the sleeves up to your elbows.

Loki leaves you once you’re both about to pass the kitchen, so you take it upon yourself to head to the door while he tosses your cups out. As you head that way, you’re sure to dodge all the people crowding around Brunn as she does a body shot off of another woman. There’s…a lot of cheering happening, and it makes you worry for Helen who has the opening shift tomorrow.

But you also can’t help yourself by watching how Brunn licks up the salt on the other girl’s skin.

You’re quick to distract yourself back to the task at hand: Loki’s jacket. Pulling yourself from the crowd where you could see Brunn finish taking the shot, you find what looks like Loki’s jacket in a heap with the rest of the jackets various people have brought in.

Just as you get closer to the jacket pile, you feel a hand land back on your lower back and flinch immediately. You turn around, preparing to chew whoever the fuck it is out, but end up seeing Loki’s face, which is just as startled.

“Sorry!” He shouts over the sudden burst of cheers from the middle of the living room. “Should have warned you, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” you sass back, leaning back into his touch as you both reach the jackets. “Top one yours?”

“Should be.” Loki reaches around you—your eyes fall to his arms, of course, you’re suspecting that may be some sort of kink if that’s even possible—and feels the jacket before nodding. “Yeah, it’s mine.”

“How can you tell it’s yours by feeling it?” You question suddenly, hopefully your amusement being heard over the hum of people. 

“No one else here has a real leather jacket,” Loki laughs in reply, following you as you turn to open the door and lead the two of you out into the thankfully quiet hallway. “At least, I think most of those people in there have common sense not to wear one to a party of Brunn’s.”

The both of you turn into the direction of the stairwell as you snort. “So you’re saying you don’t have common sense then?”

“Well, not tonight no,” Loki decides aloud. “I was trying to impress a certain someone.”

You could feel your face heating up from his confession, noticing his hand was off of your lower back so he could pull his jacket back on. You feel a small pang of sadness, no longer being allowed access to ogling Loki’s well toned arms from who recalls how long of lifting amps for gigs.

“Oh, really?” You’re trying to be coy, but all you’ve done tonight is kiss him and be held by him and honestly, you really should just be bold. Guys like that, don’t they?

Loki glances at you as you make it to the stairwell door at the end of the hall, you can make out his little smirk and swear you see a wink. “Yeah, really.”

It’s at that point you realize you don’t really want to go back to your apartment and lose Loki’s company for the night. You’re not quite sure what the two of you really…are. After finally kissing, you’re not quite sure what happens at this point. Are you casual? Is it considered a relationship now?

Towards the end of your descent back to the parking lot with him, you realize you’d be down for just about anything he offers, if Loki does offer anything. The conversations you share are just as fun as they were in the party, your hand is intertwined tightly with his as you take one step at a time to make the night last longer.

You’re sure it’ll be about one in the morning by the time you’re in your car to drive away, and you don’t really give a damn.

“Helen is going to text me later in the morning and complain about the noise, I bet,” you say as Loki opens the door for you to head out into the cool morning. You notice as you carefully step outside, pulling Loki with you, that the moon’s out and extremely bright. If there wasn’t lamps and light pollution being a thing, you may just be blinded.

“I don’t doubt it in the slightest, if I’m honest,” he replies, hand briefly tightening around yours. “She can’t murder who she doesn’t know, can she?”

“That might just be a super power of hers,” you joke, now officially taking the lead as you follow the sidewalks that lead you to where your car is. “She can be evil when she wants.”

Loki chuckles, and you can see him shaking his head out of the corner of your eye before you’re turning to walk backwards, slowing down your steps so you don’t trip. Loki’s quick to catch on and his free hand lands on your waist so he can guide you.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

You pout, even though all you want to do is squeal over how Loki sounds so taken by you in this moment. He’s been speaking like this all night, with that same fond look in his eye. You never want to leave his sight if that’s how he’ll be looking at you.

“I am! I’ve done this drunk, I can do it sober.”

“Would love to see that,” Loki snorts, fingertips digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “Same car still?”

“Duh,” you huff.

Loki doesn’t reply or say anything, and neither do you. Your eyes alternate from your feet to Loki, and that makes you both giggle.

“You’ll text me when you get home, yeah?” Loki asks suddenly, his hands tugging you closer to him probably to make you stop walking. “Or, you could call me—“

“Loki!” You cut him off immediately, letting yourself get pulled in all the way to where you’re face to face with his chest again. “Chill. I’ll text you, okay? I’m sleepy.”

“Could call me on your way home? So you don’t fall asleep?” Loki’s voice is bordering on pouty, soft around the edges but could definitely end up whining if necessary. You tilt your head up to actually see his face that’s illuminated by the street lamps, a small pout on his lips. 

You giggle and stretch up to press a small kiss to his bottom lip. “Cool it, rockstar. I’ll be fine. No need to get all pouty on me again.”

“This is the perfect time to be pouty, excuse you,” Loki quips, quick to capture your lips in a proper kiss for a moment, then pressing your foreheads together before you could really get into the groove of it. “But fine. I’ll stop on your behalf.”

Your smile could make your face ache for the rest of the night from how wide it is, but you don’t care. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Loki replies, his smile just as wide.

You’re both stalling. You sense it, Loki can probably sense it, and you’re trying not to care. You pull your head away to properly see his face as you speak.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Besides that? Yes—ow, hey!”

The both of you laugh at his reaction to your free hand smacking his stomach. “That’s rude!”

“You’re rude!” You tease back, still laughing before you take a breath to speak through your giggles. “What are we? Or, what’s this, I guess.”

Loki’s taking a breath, getting the last of his giggles out unlike you before he’s speaking slowly, and choosing his words carefully.

“Well, if you’ll have me, I’d like to be your boyfriend.”

Thankfully, you’re silent by the time he finishes his sentence, and you shudder at his tone. There’s no hints of teasing you at all, and he’s so sure of himself as he continues to hold you so gently.

You’re speechless for a few good seconds, but Loki can already tell you’re going to say yes probably from your face alone.

“I’d love to have you be my boyfriend, yeah,” you reply. It feels a bit awkward and clumsy to reply that way, but it feels…right. Honestly anything you say to Loki feels like it’s right since earlier tonight in Brunn’s apartment. 

Loki’s just watching you like you’ve painted the moon and hung up the stars personally for him before his hands are pulling away from your own hand and your waist to cup either side of your face in his palms.

“May I kiss my girlfriend?”

You try to hold back your grin, knowing that Loki’s probably not going to be particularly keen on wanting to kiss your teeth and give a tiny nod. “Absolutely.”

The kiss isn’t really all that different from all the ones you’ve been sharing over the course of the night, but you lean into it with a smile regardless. Kissing Loki would become a new favorite past time fast if the two of you kept up with it. Now that you’re official, that is.

That’s when a question pops into your head.

“Wait,” you start, pulling away from Loki’s lips to speak. “Should…who should we tell? Should we wait, or?”

Loki’s still recovering from the bliss of kissing it seems, his face still contoured as if your lips were still on his. After a moment he registers what you say and takes a slow breath in.

“I think,” Loki says after a brief period of silence—the thought of stunning Loki with your kiss flashes across your mind, and you feel like cackling. You’re so inexperienced before tonight, you’d never think that would happen because of you. “I think we should wait, for sure. And it’s not because I want to hide what we have or anything, but with the tour going on, I want to be sure this is something you want.”

“Why wouldn’t it be something I want, Loki?” 

“Darling, if The Revengers gain popularity to do more than just a small local headlining tour around the area, you won’t see me as often,” Loki explains, his face looking pained. “Life of a rockstar isn’t very kind to relationships..”

You take a deep breath and release it in a sigh, leaning more into Loki’s hands that are still holding your face. “I want this. I want to be your girlfriend—I have for the last four months—I want to give us a go, Loki. It’s not like we don’t have smartphones for video calls or anything.”

“I know that, sweetheart, but what I’m saying is it’ll be months before I’m ever back to you if we take off how we expect to. It may get hard—“

“Then I’m all for it!” You huff softly, not meaning to raise your voice before gently pulling your face from Loki’s hands. “I know you’re doing this to save both of us from a broken heart, Loki, but really, I want to try. I’ve been set on you for a while now, I think we can make it work.”

Loki doesn’t look as startled as you do, and maybe that’s a good thing. His smile is returning from your words it seems, but you’re slightly worried he’s going to take back everything he’s said or asked of you tonight—and being Loki’s girlfriend is something you’re absolutely inclined to be.

“Okay,” he finally replies, letting your brain cease running around your skull like crazy. “We can make it work. But if you want to back out—“

“If I were an idiot, I would,” you cut him off completely. “But, if—and it’s a hard if, by the way—I want to quit, then I will tell you. I can communicate, I’m an adult.”

You’re sure your words get through to Loki then, his hands grabbing your own and squeezing them tightly, giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay, okay, no need to go growling at me—“

You don’t hold back your snort, squeezing his hands back. “I’m going to. Now that I’ve got a taste of you? Kissing you, at that? I’m not giving that up, baby.”

It’s….nice. Getting to call someone—Loki, in particular—baby. You’re excited to try all the other terms of endearment you’ve seen tossed around by couples you’ve been surrounded by both online and in person.

Loki seems to agree. You notice how his cheeks seem a little more rosy than just a few minutes ago.

“Likewise, babe.”

You and Loki hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before laughing together. 

“That sounded weird, coming from you—“

“I thought I’d give it a try!” Loki exclaims gently, leaning forward to peck your forehead. “I’ll stick with sweetheart and work my way into new ones. How’s that sounding, babydoll?”

“Better,” you hum, a small shudder moving through you slightly. “Call me that one a bit, sounded nice.”

“Can absolutely be done,” Loki affirms. “Now. I believe one of us was heading home for the night. And I’d like for you to sleep before you do whatever you have planned tomorrow. Unless it’s work and you’re lying to me, again.”

“I do have tomorrow off!” You exclaim, pouting as you let your head crane back to look at Loki again. “I’m not a liar. You’re being mean.”

Loki grins and lets one of his hands drop yours to wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you in close to him, chuckling. “I am, I am, sorry sweetheart. You’re cute when you pout, if it helps.”

“Maybe it does.” You huff dramatically, letting yourself mold into Loki’s front. “I should probably get home though, seriously. It’s probably close to one. I wanted to get laundry done.”

“Sounds like a lot,” Loki commiserates with you, his chin bumping against the top of your head gently. “Terrible. Truly.”

“You just don’t want to let me go so you end up going home to your place and end up sleeping before more tour rehearsal,” you scoff, letting your head slowly tilt up again. “I’ll call you while I do my laundry tomorrow?”

Loki doesn’t hesitate to look back down at you then. “Please? I don’t have rehearsal until six. I’ll be bored. Missing you, probably—“

“Oh please,” you giggle, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. “You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s true! I’ll miss you the second you get in your car!” Loki whines. “You’re the mean one. That’s it. It’s decided.”

You laugh, Loki pouts. It’s a small cycle that the two of you continue doing before you’re starting to actually yawn into Loki’s tank top. Then, he’s ushering you into your car with a stern tone.

“Y’know, if I didn’t work earlier today I would be fine,” you reply, finally inside your car completely now, actually buckled up with your window rolled down to keep talking with Loki.

His arms are crossed over the top of the window as he speaks to you. “I know. All the more reason you should sleep and I can be greedy and pester you to spend all your time with me tomorrow.”

You laugh at that, your face heating up. Now that you’re both official, Loki’s not holding back, it seems.

“Fine. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay? Text me when you get to yours.”

“Yes ma’am,” Loki replies, a smile accompanying a little salute before he’s standing up straight from your window. “Maybe we could actually grab lunch tomorrow or something? If you’re awake?”

You want to say something about your laundry, you do really need to get that done, but honestly, you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“Sure! We can aim for it.”

Goodbyes won’t be either of your strong suits, you assume. By the fact you’re still in this parking lot, just observing Loki with all his nervous giddy energy that reminds you of him before performing on Saturdays on the pavement next to your car, you’re just sleepily gushing behind the wheel in your brain while you stare at him.

Loki’s pulling you out of that small cloud you’re up in, leaning through your window to press a final kiss to your lips. “Home. Home for you, sweetheart. Get there in one piece. Goodnight.”

You sigh reluctantly in your car, Loki pulling away and stepping away from you in your car to the sidewalk so you don’t keep sidetracking any longer.

“Fine, goodnight!” You shout from your window, Loki laughing and waving to you and shouting the phrase back again before you’re finally rolling up your window. You put the car in reverse and start backing out, giving Loki one last wave while you still can before both hands are on the steering wheel and you’re exiting the parking lot.

You barely pay attention to the radio as you turn out from the way you came in just hours ago—hours. God, you really expected to leave sooner than this, but Loki really held you up. You couldn’t find it in yourself to mind at all.

It’s then you actually realize what’s playing on the radio. Queen’s Somebody To Love. It’s probably in the middle-end of the song, but it makes you smile wide nonetheless as you stop at the stop light that leads you onto the main road.

Yeah, you’ll have to stop by The Queen’s Pub and thank Brian for keeping you all those nights with his stories so you could talk with Loki whenever he was there sometime, whenever you and Loki figure out when you’d like to tell everyone.

[wheredafandomat]

Joy Division 🖤

Guitarist Loki x groupie reader

18+ | contains angst, jealousy and smut

Quick little drabble based on some posts exchanged between @lokisprettygirl @littledark11 @anukulee @mcufan72 🖤

For a while now, Wanda had been begging you to go and watch her band perform. Usually busy with either working or revising, you never had the time until one night you relented and went with her. You stood in the crowd, swaying a little whilst the opening act performed before Wanda and the rest of her crue came on. You grabbed a drink whilst they began, only turning once you heard the guitar riff the guitarist played to warm up. You felt chills, your eyes meeting as he continued to play. You were enthralled, the rest of the crowd disappearing as you eyed one another. It felt like time around you slowed as you gazed up at the sexy raven haired stranger. The moment felt electrical, almost magical and you wondered if it felt the same for him.

It didn’t take long for him to tell you it had. By the end of the week, he was confessing his feelings for you as he thrusted into you, hard, fast and demanding. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable.

If Loki, who’s name you learned after you had kissed him backstage that first night, was performing, you were backstage counting the minutes until you could run your fingers through his hair and kiss him again. If he was practicing, you were sitting on the sidelines, rolling a joint or biting your lip suggestively as you stared at one another. Whenever he needed you, you were there. His number one cheerleader until things changed.

When Bucky joined the band, it was no longer just Loki you were cheering on. Suddenly there were two guitarists, two singers, two people competing for your affection and Loki despised it.

Things took a turn when he saw you backstage, cheering Bucky on. He was nervous to perform for such a big crowd for the first time. Angry, Loki dropped his guitar before storming off of the stage and past you. Chasing after him, you called his name to no avail as he rushed to his dressing room, slamming the door behind him.

You walked in after him, standing next to the door as you spoke to him.

“What the fuck was that?” You demanded.

“You think I don’t know what’s going on?” He answered accusingly.

“What do you mean?” You implored.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at him, how you cheer him on?” He continued, growing angrier.

“Loki?”

“I’m not a fucking idiot!” He exclaimed, causing you to flinch, not expecting the outburst. You weren’t scared of him, he’d never hurt you. There were a few moments of silence before he stepped towards you.

“Y/n, baby, do you love me?” He asked, approaching you before gently caressing your cheek with his hand.

“Yes Loki.” You answered.

“Mhmm?” He nodded, hand moving down to grip your chin as he looked into your eyes.

“I love you.” You spoke again before Loki’s grip on your chin loosened, his thumb moving over your lips before he pushed it inside your mouth, a wide grin painting his face as you sucked it before releasing it with a pop.

“Of course you do.” He murmured before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, pinning you against the wall behind you. His lips traveled to your neck, no doubt marking you as you moved your head to the side granting him further access. His hands traveled down your body, venturing underneath your skirt as he tugged your panties down with his thumbs. You stepped out of them as they fell before Loki cupped your pussy leaving you gasping wantonly.

“Fuckk Loki.” You mewled as he pressed two of his fingers to your clit before moving them through your folds. You raised one of your legs, wrapping it around his as you aided in his exploration of your sacred garden as he’d write in lyrics. He swallowed your moans as he entered you with two of his fingers, coating them in your slick before spreading them around your pussy. You were quick to unbutton his jeans before running your hand up and down his hard length. “Pleasee, I need to feel you baby, I love you.” You coed. You needed him. Pulling his fingers out of you, he freed his cock before guiding it towards your entrance. Kissing you deeply, he thrusted into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his size before he was pulling out and thrusting into you again.

You moaned his name loudly as he fucked you against the wall. You heard the door next to you opening before Loki slammed it closed with one of his hands, not even pulling out of you. This was all he needed, this was him at his best. Buried inside of you.

🖤🖤🖤

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[moonlight-prose]

✧ 2023 WIPS LIST ✧

As you can guess by the title this will be an updated wips list of what is to come, what will be continued, and what will be finished. I'm actually really excited about what I'm writing this year for many reasons. Partly because I have such amazing people here who inspire me everyday to keep writing.

You are all welcome to ask whatever you want about the fics on this list. I'm more than happy to talk about them! This list is subject to change throughout the year so some stuff may not get written/finished.

The list is beneath the cut, because it's quite long. Enjoy!

ONGOING WIPS TO BE FINISHED IN 2023

Black Velvet - 1980s!Din Djarin (3 chapter remaining)

Badlands - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (3 chapters remaining)

Paper Airplanes - Bucky Barnes

Asterism - Cassian Andor (4 chapters remaining)

Celestial Serenities - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Night Crawling - Jack Russell (5 chapters remaining)

Beautiful Nightmare - Dream of the Endless

Strength Among Stars - Din Djarin

Blood Along The Moon - The Batman

Kinktober 2022

Winter Prompts

UPCOMING SERIES IN 2023

Hurt - Joel Miller (coming january 15th)

Turning Pages - Moon Knight bois

Never Break The Chain - Jurassic Park AU w/Din Djarin

Love Is Strange - Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

There'd Better Be A Mirrorball - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (2 parts)

Diamonds Are Forever - Jake Lockley x Jewel Thief!Reader

Con La Brisa - Namor

Rogue Redemption - Western!Poe Dameron

Bloom - Obi-Wan Kenobi (3 parts)

Somewhere Only We Know - Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Shadows Of The Past - Mickey "Fanboy Garcia

In the Ashes of Hope - Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x jedi!f!reader

Silhouettes of Love - Frankie Morales (maybe)

The Moon Will Sing - Moon Knight bois x goddess!reader

Midnight Wire - Cassian Andor

To Lie Within The Stars - Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett

Unnamed Boba Fett series

Violent Delights (rewritten) - Loki

Unnamed Poe Dameron series

Fractures - The Batman (dark academia)

Various Storms & Saints - Pero Tovar x witch!reader

World On Fire - Apocalypse!Poe Dameron

The Song Remains The Same - 70s!Guitarist!Din Djarin

UPCOMING ONESHOTS IN 2023

Cherry Bomb - Tangerine (bullet train)

Photograph - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Bluebirds In The Night Sky - Javi G.

Solamente Una Vez - Santi Garcia

Together We Fall - Marc Spector

Beauty In The Madness - Steven Grant

Love Is A Fire That Burns Unseen - Din Djarin

Worst Nightmare - Cal Kestis x Sith!Reader

Heavy In Your Arms - Poe Dameron

Breathe Me In - Darth Vader

The Rockrose and The Thistle - Sith!Anakin Au (2 parts)

Kar'ta - Din Djarin (2 parts)

Hidden Flames and Deep Desires - Darth Maul x jedi!Reader (2 parts)

Unnamed Jake "Hangman" Seresin fic

Edge of Midnight - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Din Djarin fic for @softanon

Poe Dameron fic (unnamed)

a/n: All of these are subject to change/be added to or deleted throughout the year. This is just what I have at the moment. There are some wips I haven't added, because they aren't plotted and have no full storyline in my head. Here's to a good year of writing!

[har-rison-s]

Secret Loving

Request: Could you do a Freddie x fem! reader where Freddie and reader are secretly dating and one day they’re kissing and the band interrupts them. 

A/N: This was strange for me to write because I don't really look at Freddie that way, please don't kill me. Everyone has their own preference and likes and Freddie seems more like a... father figure for me. Lmao, don't take it wrong. Anyway, hope you like this. This one's short, I'm sorry about that. Happy reading!

“Freddie, you know we can't do this here.” You say with your hand on his cheek, trying to keep the singer from you. Even if you really wanted for the rest of the world to piss off and let you be with your one love. Freddie doesn't listen and his lips are on yours in an instant and you smile against him. “They could walk in any minute.” You hiss, firmly pushing him away.

Freddie groans and throws his head back, thinking for a second. But then he does exactly what you expected him to do. “I don't care if they do, darling.” He says and attaches his lips to your neck. You can't really deny him, you never can, but you're in the kitchen of the recording studio, and there's not a break currently allowing you both to have any fun.

The rest of the band or their girls, for that fact, don't know you and Freddie are a thing. You two have been going out for almost five months and have done a great job at keeping your relationship a secret. The boys haven't suspected a thing and so you know you've both done a great job at hiding. But all the mystery is about to be revealed in a few seconds.

Just as Freddie hoists you up on the kitchen counter and your lips latch together again, the stupid squeaky door swings open and Roger and John bust through it. You both immediately freeze and Freddie moves to stand next to you at the counter, picking on his painted nails. You tug down your skirt, having no idea how your face looks, and make eyes with the floor.

Roger's purely dying of laughter and John is just standing there with wide eyes and a little smile on his face. Soon, Brian comes clumsying down the hallway and stumbles into the kitchen. “What are you—Oh. Oh my!” He rambles once seeing you and Freddie beside each other in quite the awkward situation.

The boys do notice your slightly smudged lipstick, pushed back hair and flushed cheeks, even if you don't. It makes them a little amused, yes, but Roger's the only one who shows his amusement. Brian and Deaky are shyly smiling and exchanging looks while Roger is doubled over, his butt against the wall. 

“So this is how we find out, huh?” John asks and you press your lips together tightly. Deaky chuckles in response and you lean your head on Freddie's shoulder. “And the media thought it was you and me, Y/N.”

Freddie scoffs at that. “That would've been more predictable, wouldn't it, darlings?” He asks and even though his voice is a bit harsh, you look at him and there's a smile on his face. “Roger, dear, are you done? We do still need your falsettos today.” Freddie tells his bandmate. The drummer tries to calm down his laughing fit, and he succeeds after a few seconds. Roger exhales a deep breath. 

“Wow.” He says and looks at the two of you. His laughter starts all over again, and it makes the other four of you roll your eyes or sigh. Brian steps past the dying Roger and walks over to you and Freddie. The guitarist just smiles at you two and sighs quietly.

“This is quite the unexpected surprise.” Brian says. “But it's lovely.” You smile widely at his words and intertwine your fingers with Freddie's, leaning closer to him. 

“Seems like you're the only one who thinks so.” Freddie says. He's grown quiet from their rude disruption and is over thinking if you both should have just told the band about what's going on without all this burst from Roger or the big scene it's now caused. 

The drummer finally calms down and walks over to stand next to Brian. “No, no, it's truly lovely, Y/N and Fred.” He says and you both give him mistrusting glares. “It is just...” Roger makes his eyes big, “wow. Very surprising, indeed.” You give him a smile. “John, would you join the congratulating party?” He looks over his shoulder and the bassist comes over.

“Yes, yes, very nice indeed.” John agrees and gives you both a warm smile. You laugh, and look at Freddie, who's only got a slight smile on his lips.

“Brighten up, love,” you say, nudging his side, “it's alright. They love us.” 

“We do.” The boys confirm, and you smile at Freddie.

“Maybe we should have just told them.” He thinks loudly, and Brian rolls his eyes at that comment.

“Freddie, it's lovely, really.” He says. “But if you want to keep it private, we can bugger off and let you do your thing.” 

“No, no, it's alright.” Freddie waves his hand around, dismissing the topic. You chuckle and lean into his neck, your hair touching his. “We've got to record, anyway.” He admits and you nod, slipping off the counter as the four of them start walking out of the kitchen. 

“Now you can eye-fuck each other with open eyes.” Roger says and gets hit by John's hand in response. 

“Roger!” You hiss at him. He only shoots you a wink and a cheeky grin.

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[ragnarachael]

posting it individually to spread it around a bit more: 

chapter two to out for revenge: the revengers headlining tour is dropping TODAY at 11 am est!!! (u can click on the fic title on this post to catch up on the last chapter if you want <3)

[ragnarachael]

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜ + ❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ with guitarist!loki

yeah hi i'm imagining a little fast forward in time for this one,,, don't mind me fiddling with timeline <3333

Loki's in The Revenger's studio, fiddling with his guitar when you walk in. Brunn and the others have evacuated the premises since their little spat over their more recent album.

After years of working together, they're still how they always all were: stubborn.

"Hey, rockstar." It's soft, how you announce yourself. You're hanging back against the doorway between the control room and the actual recording room filled with various basses, guitars, keyboards and the like. Enough mayhem to make revenge, you'd heard Thor say one night after a long session you had sat in to watch.

Loki doesn't look up from the frets of his guitar, left hand moving to one of the tuning pegs. "Hi."

You withhold your frown. Loki gets closed off and sits in his own mind after bad spats, and that's what this seems to be.

"Session go well?" You try, a small smile quirked on your face incase your boyfriend looks up at you.

And he does, but it's more of an are you kidding me look. But he still has that soft look in his tired eyes whenever he looks at you.

"If you're in here without everyone else, I think you know the answer," Loki replies, fingers on both ends of the guitar not stopping as he tries to tune. Up or down, you're not sure. You never got far in your personal guitar lessons with him.

You sigh gently, electing to walk further into the recording room, spying Thor's drumming stool out from behind his kit and close near the chairs the other members had once occupied. "True. But still doesn't hurt to ask."

Loki lets out a puff of air in reply, not really giving any emotion to it as his eyes pull from you as you plop on Thor's stool, Loki putting more thought into tuning his guitar.

It's really quiet, minus the noises Loki's guitar makes as you both sit in silence. You take the time to look around the recording room for real this time, only having seen it really in the control room where all the panels are. It's so uniquely them that's probably why they bought the damn space.

"Brunn's trying to give us a new sound," Loki finally relents, strumming a few chords to a song you heard him working on yesterday morning. "That's how it started."

You tried to read Loki the best you can about this. It was, admittedly, a little hard.

"What's the sound?"

"Some...some funk? Maybe? I don't know. It's not what we normally aim for. I can't play it well."

Ah.

"Baby," you start gently, awkwardly scooting Thor's stool closer to his chair and placing a hand on his knee. You can tell Loki's amused by your effort, but hides it. "Listen, you may not be able to play it now, but you can practice it. Need I remind you that you have one of the world's famous guitar players only a phone call or a few blocks of a walk away?"

"Brian's different—"

"Literally this man built a guitar, and basically showed you how to layer your riffs, Loki."

Loki pauses then. You both know that what you're saying is right, but Loki is much like Brian in this moment: he doesn't want change. That's the last thing he wants.

"Y'know, he even let you borrow that amp his bassist made."

"Deaky," Loki supplies.

"Yeah, John," you snort. "I know his name, but that isn't necessary when it's the two of us."

"John was a great bass player, you can't not say his name, sweetheart," Loki teases, finally letting the fog of the argument leave for now to place his hand on yours and actually look at you properly. "Hell of an accountant, too."

You can't help but laugh. "You wish TR was good with their finances, don't you?"

"Yeah," Loki sighs, faux longing in his tone before your fingers are intertwined and he's catching your gaze with his own. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Oh." You perk up at that. "Really? More so than—"

"Don't tease me, it's rude," Loki jokes, lifting your hand to press a kiss to the back of it. You pout dramatically at him before letting your joke drop.

"Fine. Thinking about me all day now? In what context?"

Loki snorts and holds your joined hands to his chest. "Many."

You blink and wait for more elaboration, but nothing comes, and you roll your eyes. "Loki Odinson."

Loki says your full name back teasingly before you're pulling your hand from his to wave at his guitar to be put on the stand. Your boyfriend chuckles and complies easily before you're settling into his lap, one leg on each side of his hip.

"Don't whore us out in your recording studio," you quip. "What if you use all you capture on the next track?"

Loki's eyes are wide with love and adoration for you as his hands clasp around your waist and rest against your lower back to support you on him. "I wouldn't complain."

"You know who would?" You purr, a smirk pulling onto your lips as you lean in closer and closer to Loki's face. "Brunn. And Thor. Maybe even the studio tech—"

"Please, I would mix it myself and play everything," Loki replies, your noses brushing. "Now shut up and kiss me already, I've had quite a day."

You hum in thought before giving in just as easily as usual, pressing your lips to Loki's in a sweet kiss.

[ragnarachael]

Out For Revenge: The Revengers Headlining Tour — Chapter One

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,350

Summary: Ever since that first gig at the pub, you've been following The Revengers—as well as getting closer with Loki, of course—and they've gotten big. Big enough to where they've landed a small recording deal and secured a headlining tour after their first album takes the rock scene by storm.

When Loki drops in at your job, as he does almost every day now, he invites you to the celebratory party for the big news. That same night, you and Loki further your growing relationship.

Warnings: helen and issac are best wingmen, 10/10. helen and issac roast u for being a shy babe so like. if u can’t handle roasts from friends,, maybe turn away? idk?

Notes: fic twoooooo! now, i am unsure when the next chapter will come out. i have most of the major bits written and am slowly adding to it, but i’ve been stumped and working like crazy and dealing with a lotta shit, in general. so. hopefully all your lovely comments will motivate me to actually work on it more and more!! also, we’ve just hit 2.1k???? holy shit??? thank you so much??????

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Ever since that night at the pub, you’ve been making it to shows as often as you can, hanging out with Loki and the rest of his bandmates. Between going to the shows, working, and sleeping, you make time to glance at The Revengers instagram page after you’ve spent a decent time away from the Pub, work picking up in hours again.

And that’s how you learned that today is a big deal for The Revengers.

Over the course of a few months, after knowing them for what seems like years, they’ve finally booked a headlining tour. Sure, it’s starting small, not really going to many places around the area at first, but it’s still a headlining tour. You haven’t been able to stop buzzing while you’re working your morning shift at work.

They were lucky enough to have Tony Stark—the Tony Stark of Stark Industries, let it be known—prance right into Queen’s Pub and listen to them play before he was giving them a one-off recording deal for the album they’d finished and performed for their time slot that night. The album sold insanely well within the first two months of them being out in the world, and The Revengers were suddenly offered a small headlining tour around this general area.

You were told this on the Tuesday you came into Queen’s Pub for a drink—it had been a rough week and no one quite made your new favorite drink like Brian did, and he gushed all about it as you had a round or two. In such a small time frame of three months, The Revengers have basically made a name and home for themselves. And you couldn’t be more proud.

But, ironically enough, within those three—technically four, since going to see TR live, and your first not-date-date—you still haven’t had the time to let yourself come to terms that you’ve got a massive crush on their guitarist. Nor have you worked the courage up to give him your number, and you’ve been seeing this guy every Saturday, as well as nearly every day at your own job. Granted, you talk to him so much and see him so often you didn’t really see much of a point in giving the number to him. But, if Helen knew how you viewed this whole…thing, she would smack you upside the head and give Loki your number for you.

Loki’s been coming in more frequently by himself. He always did before, but now this was almost everyday just to sit and talk with you. At times he barely even ordered anything, he just kept you company with your conveniently timed breaks. Once you were starting to notice a pattern, you figured Lisa as well as the rest of your team are definitely working against you.

Or maybe with you. You wouldn’t know. You haven’t really dated anyone properly before—just a single person in an online, long distance relationship that never worked out—and here you are, mid-twenties, crushing on this smoking hot guitarist that you met through serving. You’ve known him for quite a few months, had quite the few not-date-date’s, and you still haven’t tried to make a move. You just had no idea how to.

“Hey!” you greet him cheerfully as he sits at his normal booth. “The usual?”

“If you wouldn’t mind, yes please,” Loki replies, smiling at you as his hands play with a few of the rings on his fingers, and you try not to let your mind twist and turn to see just what else they could be doing in certain places right now. “Did you hear the news?”

“What news?” you question. You feel like you’re faking being innocent as you’re writing down his order on your server’s pad, trying not to give yourself away knowing that his band is starting to get in the big leagues.

“The Revengers news. C’mon,” Loki teases smoothly, falling back against the backrest of the booth. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been keeping tabs!”

“I’ve been working to meet rent!” you reply, giggling breathlessly as you pause to look up at him from your pad. “Some days I can barely breathe properly, Loki.”

What you’re telling him isn’t particularly wrong, however, he always ends up finding you after their gigs and chastises you for coming on a work night as you both end up with a few drinks in your systems. You chalk all of that up to Brian, since the bastard keeps you with stories of his early years. If he didn’t keep you talking about his band and his tour days, Loki wouldn’t have seen you at the shows.

Come to think of it, maybe you should thank Brian.

You take this moment as he shakes his head at your reply to see his attire for the day. He’s wearing a tight black shirt, and there’s a jacket tossed next to him. How does he make a jacket piled next to him look so neat? Good lord—

He sighs dramatically, sitting up straight again. “The Revengers have officially booked a headlining tour with Stark Studios.”

You immediately snap out of your...haze and address the good news as if you didn’t see most of what he just told you this morning on their Instagram account.

“Holy shit,” you breathe. “That’s so sick! Congratulations!”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Loki bashfully replies. You duck back behind your pad to finish writing his order before quickly reading it back to him, trying to avoid having him see your growing reaction to his words. Maybe one day here soon you’d tell him Brian’s told you everything about their deal. But not today.

Once you’ve made sure his order is right, you take a second to converse a little more about the day and the new deal TR’s just landed before you’re off to go put in the small order slip. Helen gives you a gentle bump with a smile when she notices you, and you greet her after shouting to get Evan’s attention.

The day stays calm for a while, you get Loki’s food in almost a record time, you and Helen crack jokes while you both slack off a bit to talk with Loki until Lisa is playfully chastising you and shooing you all off to go and do your jobs before talking to Loki herself.

And that’s when rush decided to kick up, of course.

The lunch rush is an hour and a half early, which you don’t understand—you never understand why the rushes happen like this. You’re running around as if your head’s been cut off, taking orders what feels like every five seconds while also checking on your other guests when you’re walking by.

And unfortunately, you can’t pay attention to Loki.

You miss seeing him out. You’re wishing you could have just had one last round of conversation with him so he could end up trying to forcefully shove your usual cash tip in the tip pocket of your apron for the second time this week. It really shouldn’t make you as sad as it does, knowing that you missed him like this. You’re chanting inside your head that he’s just a friend at this point, nothing more. A friend with a slowly rising and successful band.

If you think too hard about it you may not be able to wrap your head around it.

Just as you swing back into the kitchen to collect another order, Helen is calling your name.

“What!” you shout. “I’m busy!”

“No duh! We’re all busy,” she quips dramatically, smoothly taking over what you’re doing. “Check your boy toy’s table. Now. Shoo.”

You give Helen a look as she gives you a final shove before you’re turning out of the kitchen, walking through some of the booths to see Loki’s table.

His dishes were stacked like they usually were, and his receipt was covering some cash. You knew that was your tip, which made your face heat up slightly. You always made a point to never count it out until you were home, considering it was usually a few tens and twenties. You sigh, reaching for the receipt and sliding it to you over the table top, only to catch the colorful ink from one of your pens you gave Loki to sign his bill on the back of the receipt paper.

You’re careful to flip it over, trying to ignore the cash tip.

I know it’s super short notice, but we’re having a celebration for The Revengers tonight. Text me if you want to come? Loki xx

Oh. Oh shit.

It’s a real number, too. Not like anything you’ve been given prior as a joke. It feels like it’s been a little too long since you’ve been staring at the receipt paper and ignoring the cash tip, and you’re quick to just fold it all together to pocket it in your work apron and clear off the table of the booth.

You have Loki Odinson’s phone number. You. It absolutely feels like you’re dreaming. You also find yourself laughing, just a little bit. After how many of TR’s shows you two talk at, how many not-date-dates at the pub, you finally have his number. Albeit, entirely under the circumstance of figuring out a party address.

But hey, getting a number is getting a number, right?

As you carry the dishes to the back of the house, you mentally start crafting your text to Loki. What the hell would you even say?

Hey! Thanks for the tip!

No. Nope. That’s weird.

We FINALLY remembered to swap numbers!

No. You didn’t do shit on your end. He was the one that did. Maybe just tell him it’s you, and you’d love to go? Maybe ask if there’s a dress code, or a BYOB situation going on—

“So,” Helen asks excitedly. “What did he write?”

“You noticed he wrote something?” You question over some of the clashing noises of your coworkers.

“Who else in this hell hole has a green pen? Of course I saw he wrote something!”

You sigh, smiling to yourself before you’re passing dishes to another coworker that has a bigger pile than yourself, trying to stay out of people’s way. “There’s a party for TR tonight.”

Helen gasps, nearly throwing her serving tray with another round of food over her shoulder.

“No way. And you’re invited.”

“Well, obviously—“

“That’s so exciting! Oh my fucking god—“

“Language, Vawn!” Issac shouts dramatically, coming in with his tray in hand as he hangs another ticket in the serving window for Evan and the rest of his team. “Get out there with the food, we can scream about this after we close up!”

“Issac!” You exclaim, whining the last part of his name slightly. “Shut up!”

“I will when you will.”

Issac’s out before you can huff and puff more. Helen sighs and pats you on the shoulder before following suit.

Once you’re alone in the back of house, Evan calling orders again after what feels like you’ve been shoved into a movie that’s just been put on pause, you’re back shifting into work mode.

You can feel your blush rising to your cheeks as you start looking at the food, piling it onto a new tray to carry out as you just think of what all of this means for you and Loki’s relationship. Tonight could possibly mean getting out of the weird grey area you’re in, and move forward to the dating range.

As scared as you are, you’ve never been more ready for something in your life. All this flirting and seeing him almost every Saturday has you losing your god damn mind. Your subconscious hasn’t helped either, most of your dreams involving you and Loki in some romantic scenario.

“Yeah, it’s about time,” you mutter aloud, quickly moving around everyone in the back to get out on the floor and drop off the platter full of food.

The rush lasts a little longer than it should. Hell, the rest of the day lasts longer than it should. All you can think about is Loki and his number on the receipt that is neatly tucked near your small pen supply in your apron.

Thankfully, perhaps even mercifully, the restaurant finally closes for the night after your last table. It was a group of teenagers and they were honestly hilarious, until it came to the form of payment which gave everyone a headache trying to figure it out.

“Is it just me or is he getting hotter?” Helen asks as the two of you start cleaning tables and putting chairs up. You squint slightly at the hardwood of the table you’re cleaning before looking up and over and your friend.

“Who?”

“Loki, you idiot,” she hisses back, foot gently kicking at you from the side she’s working on. You laugh, scooting deeper into the booth you’re cleaning so she can’t swipe at you again.

“Well, in my personal opinion, he’s always been hot.”

“Mhm, I know,” Helen replies smugly. “Did you figure out what to text him? Have you even texted him?”

You take a breath and do a quick sweep with your wet rag on the booth’s table top. “No. I don’t know. I keep making it awkward in my head, so like—“

“Oh my god.” Helen throws her head back and groans, finishing her table. “Give me your phone, we’re crafting one right now.”

“What?!” You exclaim, still sitting in the booth. “Helen, we still have to close—“

“Shut up and give her the phone!” Isaac shouts from the back. “Lisa said you can leave early, just do it! He’ll reply fast as hell if he’s into you!”

You whine loudly and fall back into the seat you’re kneeling on. Helen slides into the seat across from you, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers. “C’mon babe, just give in.”

“You’re all terrible.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Worst coworkers I could have ever asked for. How dare you?” You’re speaking as you pull your phone from your back pocket and sliding it over to Helen who immediately punches your passcode in. “I should change that.”

“You’d give it to me again anyways,” Helen replies instantly. “Have you put the number in yet? Or do I need to do it too?”

“I can do that,” you huff, getting slightly defensive. “Just don’t know what to say. I can do the rest, Hel.”

“From the looks of it, you can’t. Scoot over,” Isaac says again, closer to you now. You jump slightly before sighing and moving to let him in. It’s silent among the three of you before your brain catches up with what Issac said.

“Wait, hold on. Lisa said I can leave earlier? You told Lisa about this—”

“Yeah,” he replies instantly, cutting you off as if it was obvious information to share. “We can hold it down without you too, by the way. Literally Helen and I will survive while you go get some—“

“Isaac! It’s not like she’s going to get railed—“

“The text!” you exclaim. “Figure out the text first, try to pry my other personal details out of me later.”

Issac and Helen laugh before all attention is directed to your phone. You still can’t believe Issac told your boss you got Loki’s number. You utter a few curse words under your breath before Helen is humming in thought.

“Okay,” Helen begins finally. “how’s about you just have a simple ‘hey! I’d love to come to the party!! Just drop the address and I’ll be there ASAP.’” Helen waves your phone around as she speaks. “Sound nice?”

“Mm,” Isaac replies. “I think you could spice it up.”

“How the fuck can you spice up accepting a party invite?” You question, deciding to finally toss your rag in front of you. “I think that’s just fine.”

“I think you should be flirty about it.”

Helen blinks over at Issac. “Literally, we have to make it believable, not like I’m texting him.”

Silence falls over the three of you before Isaac groans. “Fuck. You’re right.”

“Is this a roast?” You question between your friends. “I think this is a roast. First you tell Lisa—”

“Of course it is! You wouldn’t flirt right out the gate. You’d probably send the text that I just said aloud.” Helen is typing on your phone as she finishes speaking. “I’ll write it out, see what you think. Then tweak how you want and send it. Okay?”

“Okay,” you reply with a small pout. “Sometimes I can be flirty—“

“No, no I doubt it. In person?” Isaac questions as he turns to look at you in your shared seat. “Yeah, maybe. Over text? You’d back out after typing it.”

You blink, looking at Isaac as Helen hums, nails tapping against your screen.

“You guys are really coming for my throat, huh?”

“We speak only the truth,” Helen says softly before passing the phone to you. “See if you like. Tweak what you don’t, yeah? We’ll be cleaning.”

You take your phone back as Helen grabs your rag and tosses it at Isaac, the both of you trying not to laugh as the rag almost hits Isaac in the face. You laugh to yourself as they go back to doing your closing tasks before you look down at your phone screen to read the text Helen crafted.

Hey! Sorry for getting back to you so late, I’d love to come to the party tonight. Just text me the address and I’ll get there as soon as I can!!

You read through the text several times. Helen really has you pegged, and you aren’t mad about it at all. Your free hand fishes into your apron’s pocket to find the receipt that Loki wrote his number down on, placing it on the table—writing up so you can read the number off and put in your phone.

You take one last breath, Loki’s number in the contact bar, and your message ready to be sent.

You can do this.

After a few more calming breaths, you press the send button, making sure the text delivers all the way before you busy yourself on your phone to properly add Loki’s contact. You lock your phone and smile widely to yourself as you start to slide out of the booth.

Hopefully, Loki replies sometime soon and you can skip out closing up with Helen and Isaac. You’re not sure if you could focus on closing while you wait for a text back.

And you’re thankful Loki seems to get that message. By the time you’re in the back to actually help closing up, you check your phone one last time before you can see two texts on your home screen. You’re quick to unlock your phone and read them before running out.

Hey! It’s all good! Here’s the address, just get here whenever you can, sweetheart. Brunn plans on dragging it out tonight

Be sure to wear something comfortable, btw. I don’t think there’ll be enough room to sit around 😅

You’re not holding back the giddy smile that’s rushing onto your face as you reread the texts Loki’s sent before you’re speeding to the locker room to grab your bag.

“Did he text?!” Helen shouts from the kitchen window, Evan grunting from the noise. “He must’ve!”

“He did!” You exclaim, bag slung over your shoulder as you type back on your phone. “I’m gonna dash. Tell Lisa I said thank you!”

“Yes!” Helen cheers loudly, throwing her hands up in the air in the kitchen.

“Could ya tone it down, Helen?” Evan huffs. You don’t catch the rest of the interaction before you’re waving goodbye to Issac. On your way out you actually find Lisa yourself, shouting over to her with a thank you and telling her to have a good night.

Lisa simply shouts a you’re welcome, hun! back, and gives you two thumbs up with a wide smile before you’re headed out into the night to your car to rush home and put on better clothes.

[ragnarachael]

14 with guitartist!Loki, perhaps? 👀

amphi......i love u.

14.) "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

let's be soft, together <33

Having Loki sleepover at your place is always a rare treat you cherish when TR has a few weeks of break between tour dates. The FaceTime calls, regular phone calls, Instagram livestreams and whatever else you resort to keep contact just doesn't cut it.

It's extremely obvious.

"Sweetheart?" Loki calls from your kitchen. "Have you seen a hoodie laying around?"

You scrunch your face up in your living room, lowering your phone into your lap as you try to figure out what hoodie he's talking about. "What one?"

"Uh, it's like a red and black tie-dye pattern," Loki explains slowly, shuffling back from the kitchen. "Skeletons on it—"

"My hoodie?" You ask, abandoning the food order on your phone to look back over at your boyfriend.

"No!" Loki replies way too quickly. "No, it's mine. I've been looking for my hoodie—"

"My hoodie, you mean," you huff, cutting him off. "Loki, you don't have a hoodie like that. I would know."

Loki pouts, stopping as he bumps into the backrest of your couch. "Fine. I've been looking for your hoodie. It's cool."

You grin and whip your head back around before Loki can try to pull you in for a kiss. "'S in the wash. Now come here and tell me what sushi you want before I end up getting you nothing."

Loki doesn't whine, more so huffs dramatically as he does as he's told, rounding the couch and plopping dangerously close to your lap before you're handing off your phone to him.

It's quiet. Domestic. The very last two things the past couple of days have been thanks to the rest of the band wanting to get everyone together to celebrate Brunn's birthday and have a board game night at Brian's place as a congrats on tour starting smooth.

"I better get a hoodie in return if you're stealing mine," you speak suddenly, Loki smoothly finishing and placing the order before you can get to grab your phone from him. You're more than sure he uses his card information for it.

Loki hands your phone back, grinning. "I'll give you at least two and a few shirts. How's that sound?"

[ragnarachael]

Take It From The Top — Chapter 1

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3,425

Summary: Usually your days are boring, but not since this group have been coming in and brightening up your shifts. They have a little band together and gush about it as much as they can when you're serving them. You can feel some chemistry with Loki, and start talking with him more and more once he's frequenting the restaurant alone.One day, finally, Loki—the bands (hot) guitarist—invites you to one of their shows on your day off. And you're not going to turn him down, are you?

Warnings: nothing really! unless you count working in a restaurant. one joke about strap-ons (you can’t stop brunn okay she is who she is)

Notes: ITS HERE ITS HERE ITS HERE AAAAAAAAAAA i’m so excited to share my child with u. this is. i’m so excited shut up this is the best thing that’s to happen ever. (also not me picking this gif bc it’s basically loki’s band what no ha) thank u to amphi for being a sound board for my little baby. enjoy this as much as i do <3333 anyway. chapter two coming saturday, love u <33

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They always came in at the dead points of the day, you realized. 

And Pamela kept sitting them all in your section because she thought you could hook up with the blond, muscly one. But she barely knows your type, even if the two of you have been working together for almost a year and some change.

Why a teenager is obsessed with your love life is beyond you.

“Hello again,” you greet with a smile, politely waiting for everyone at the table to finish exclaiming their greeting back. They’re all looking over the menu they were provided as you’re pulling out your server book from your front pocket. “How’re we doing this afternoon?”

“We’re great,” the woman beams from the back corner of their usual booth. You should probably remember their names by now, but you brush that off. “Just booked a gig at this local pub, actually! And you?”

“I’m pretty okay, and congrats on the gig!” you respond, flipping the book open to flip your pad to a fresh page and gripping your pen. While you’re doing this, you’re trying to recall just exactly how exciting this was for the group, but you can’t place it at the moment.

“Thank you!” She cheers for the rest of the group.

You smile to yourself momentarily looking back at the four of them. “What can I get you guys to drink?”

“Um,” the blond sitting next to the woman speaks up, “can I just have water to start, please?”

“Sure!” You’re writing the drink order down quickly. 

“Me as well,” the gentleman across from him chimes. You don’t look up as you write it down before the other man and the woman agree with the rest of the table.

“Alright, so just a round of water for now, and no apps?”

“Could we actually get an order of your southwestern eggrolls, too?” 

This time you see the man who was sitting across from the blond, and you wish you could recover quickly from having your breath taken from his handsome features. How sharp his jawline was, how nice his hair looks, even if it’s just in a low bun on the nape of his neck—

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, totally.” You’re stumbling over your words before you’re penning it on the tab and finally bidding them goodbye for now with the extra reassurance of getting their drinks and putting their appetizer order in.

You take a breather in the front end of the kitchen, working a bit slower than normal on grabbing glasses for their waters after putting their order in with Evan when Pamela pops back up to you.

“Sooo? How’s your table?”

“Fine,” you reply. “‘S all good—”

“You’re in love with the blond—”

“No, I am not! He’s not my type, Pam!” You exclaim, your voice hopefully laced with more of a joking tone than your annoyed one you’d like to give her. She was the owner’s kid, you can’t just snap at her.

Plus if you remember correctly, she’s like, 17 or something.

“Really?” She muses, peeking out from where you were standing as you got the cups filled with ice. “You sure?”

“Yes,” you reply, taking a slow breath. “Get me a tray, please.”

Thankfully, she does as you ask and places the small-ish circular tray next to you as you start filling four cups with water.

“So, who is —”

“Pamela!” Her mother shouts from the hall into the kitchen, “get back to the front of the house, we’ve got people comin’ in!”

You hide your relief as Pamela is quick to rush back to her hostess podium at the front before Lisa gets even more stern with her. Lisa keeps walking into the kitchen, gives you a soft and kind greeting before heading into the kitchen for who knows what.

Once your tray is loaded with the waters, you make your way out carefully to the main floor. You’re humming to yourself as you weave through the seating area to get to your group, happy to see no new additions to your section just yet.

“And here we are, four waters,” you present casually, the table laughing quietly as if they were in school and just got caught by a teacher. You smile at the energy, placing the waters in front of each member.  “Were you guys wanting to order the mains now or do you need a few more minutes?”

“A few more minutes, please,” the quiet gentleman in the back corner spoke up for the table. “We haven’t glanced at anything since you left.”

“Oh, that’s fine!” you exclaim, placing your tray under your arm regardless. “I’ll check on the eggrolls for you guys and be back, okay?”

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” you’re cheerfully replying before walking back to the kitchen, not at all hesitating to hip check Isaac on your way as he’s getting ready to take a group order.

You hear your coworker sputter dramatically, both your table and his table trying to hold in laughter. Isaac calls out after you dramatically for ruining his day, but you just act like you can’t hear him and move on to the back of the house.

When you pop back in, placing the tray under your arm back on it’s small stack, you’re greeted to Evan just calling out your order that was put in.

“Took you long enough,” you tease gently, carefully moving around to grab the hot plate.

“I’ll spit in your food on your break to make up for it,” he jokes back, the two of you chuckling before you’re genuinely thanking him. You make small conversation as you’re grabbing a few small plates just to be safe if the table were to be sharing the rolls before you’re making your way back out into the lobby.

It’s…fuller. There’s more people than just a few moments ago, but thankfully Helen’s already bussing and serving around her area just as Pamela sits a couple in your section as you arrive at your groups table.

You’re hoping it wasn’t going to get too busy before the lunch rush.

“Okay!” You say cheerfully, placing the main appetizer and the small accompanying plates down in front of the blond and the attractive one. “Southwestern egg rolls! Now, were we ready to order?”

The four of them collectively take in dramatic, long breaths, reacting in their own ways which causes you to laugh, pulling out your server pad.

“Who’s biting the bullet first?”

It’s the way they all start looking at each other with the same amount of confusion and dramatized awkwardness that just makes this group of people your all time favorite—no matter the day, they’ll always be one of your favorite group of regulars.

“Fine, fine, I’ll go,” the attractive one finally relents, holding his menu a little off the table as he twists his body towards you so can hear properly. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,”  you reply, tip of your pen hovering over their bill as you try not to acknowledge how this angle would be even better for your stupid imagination. “Hit me.”

“Not literally, I hope,” he quips. You both try to remain composed but you burst into giggles again before you’re waving your hand to silence you both and gesture for him to carry on.

“Okay, can I have the, uh, grilled chicken salad?”

“Okay,” you echo, writing it down. “Are you sure you want it or are you being pressured into getting a salad?”

“No, I want it,” he laughs again, placing his menu down.

You nod, double checking what you wrote. “Anything you want taken off or put on? Avocado?”

“Yes please.”

You write it down and repeat the order back to him. Once you got verbal confirmation on his order, you went around the table and got the rest of their orders down on your pad.

“Yeah, I’ll have the tenders—“

“Bruce!” Brunn, you recall one of the men around her calling her, “you can’t just have chicken tenders!”

“I ate before rehearsals!” Bruce shouts back. “I want tenders, Brunn, sue me!”

You, and the other two are laughing at their interaction as you look up from your pad. “Did you want any kind of dipping sauce with them, hun? And are fries as a side alright with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, and I’ll have them with honey mustard—“

“God! You want tenders but ask for honey mustard?!” Brunn continues, huffing into her small corner in the booth they’re sharing. “A monster. You obviously get ranch—“

“Ketchup is actually a good choice,” the blond chimes in. “Classic.”

“Oh god,” you breathe. “Not this debate.”

“I take it you’ve heard this before, have you?” The attractive one asks you, tilting his head up to look at you. 

You make the mistake of making eye contact.

“Uh, kind of. The people that did this last time were tipsy however, so the volume control was a bit harder. Plus, I personally prefer ranch.”

He clicks his tongue and nods in understanding.

“I’ll go put your orders in, shout if you need anything.”

“Yes ma’am. And I’ll be sure to keep them in line,” he says, a teasing tone ever evident as you give him a smile and walk away through tables to get to the back before you let yourself backtrack and rush over to the couple that’s sitting in your section.

It doesn’t hit you that the hot guy at that booth called you ma’am until you get into the back of house, putting in all the orders you have and calling out for Evan so he knows there’s more next on his docket.

“That booth out there loves you,” Helen says suddenly as she comes in with a tray full of empty dishes. “The dude with the black hair keeps looking back when the door opens and closes trying to see if it’s you.”

“Shut up,” you snort, getting drinks for the couple’s table and another table you had just after conversing with them.

“I’m serious! He is! I know you’re losing your mind over his bun too—“

“How do you know that?”

“Because we are the same person,” she punctuates with clacking her plates before smiling and walking to the kitchen doors. “I bet you any money he’s gonna look at you when you walk outta here to get those drinks out.”

You roll your eyes as your friend and coworker slips into the kitchen with a shout so no one tries running into her when she walks in. You grab the tray Helen was using and pile the drinks on expertly, weaving your way around a few other coworkers and jutting the door open with your hip.

And you don’t want to flatter what little ego you have, but Helen was right.

He does look at you. Granted, you assume everyone else does the same, but his eyes…oh, his eyes.

You wouldn’t mind having them on you like this all the time.

The tray of drinks that make your arm scream for salvation reel your attention back to what you’re doing: your job. You’re usually never one to fantasize on the clock like this.

You shake your head and hold the door open with your foot for Isaac since you see him coming before heading over to your tables that asked for the drinks, and turn around to check on your booth.

“How’re we hanging in there?”

“Just fine,” Brunn chimes in happily before she’s holding up one of the four menus you realize you forgot to grab from them. “Could I actually get a drink?”

“Oh! Yeah, and sorry about forgetting to grab those,” you ramble, pen and servers pad back out in your hands. “What were you looking at to drink, hun?”

“The uh,” she starts before looking back at her menu and reading the words off the laminated paper, “swimming pool cocktail?”

“Sure!” You’re quick to jot down the abbreviation for the drink on the tab, clicking your pen with your thumb. “Anyone else?

There’s a small chorus of no’s before you’re grabbing all the menus stacked near the edge where the blond sits. With a promise of putting the drink order in and getting the group a bunch of refills on water, you’re back to the front of the lobby to put away the menus.

Unfortunately, after putting the menus away, the day started to pick up. Between serving the customers you had, you made some time to converse with the group at your booth the best you could.

Until grown adults started flagging you down just for a refill.

The shit you do to pay rent.

After it calmed down again enough for you to give the group at the booth their bill, you held the small check book in hand as they all seemed to play a round of rock, paper, scissors.

“Uh, the check?”

“Oh, we know,” Brunn said, her fist stopping mid-air in the form of a rock, wacking Bruce’s hand since he lost, “we’re seeing who’s going to pay, give us a second, please?”

You snorted and placed the check on the table. You had time to kill.

“Sure.”

Now that Bruce was out, it was Brunn, the blond, and the attractive one.

All three of them shook their fists three times, and Brunn held out rock again, as did the attractive one, while the blond held out scissors.

“Sorry Thor,” the attractive one says sadly, “next time.”

“Uh-huh,” he—Thor,  you now know—huffs. “Get it over with.”

“With pleasure,” Brunn replies, a devious smirk on her face. “May the best man win, Loki.”

Loki. The name fits him well—almost too well, like the damn shirt he’s wearing right now. He looks like he’s the most playful one out of the bunch, it only makes sense he’s given a name akin to mischief itself.

“May the best man win,” he echoes.

And god does his voice sound heavenly with that slight dramatic rasp to it. You’re almost whimpering aloud as their hands swing up and down three times before the fourth they draw—Brunn ends up with rock, again, and Loki ends up with scissors.

Loki loses.

“You always do this!” Loki exclaims a little loud, “stop picking rock every time!”

“How else do I avoid paying, Odinson?” Brunn cackles maniacally as she sips her cocktail. “Get that pretty little piece of plastic out—not the one in your pants—and pay the pretty waitress for us, please.”

Loki’s eyes roll at his friends dramatics, right hand digging into his front pocket. Then, clearing his throat, in a deadpan tone. “I have both in my pants, Brunn. You’ll have to be specific.”

You hold back your laughter while Thor and Bruce laugh for you aloud. It feels weirdly right knowing all of their names now. You probably should have known them way sooner to this moment, but work is work, you can’t do this for everyone.

But, you definitely can make an exception for these four.

“As long as you hand me the one that’s considered appropriate for the public, I think we’ll be okay,” you add, smiling as you hold your hand out for his card.

Loki looks up at you then as he finally fishes out his wallet with a smile. “Of course. I wouldn’t do something like that without consent, anyways.”

“Stop flirting!” Brunn whispers loudly. “Give her the card, Romeo.”

Brunn’s words cause the both of you to blush, and Loki freezes upon opening his bi-fold and getting his debit card. Loki casts his friend a look over his shoulder as his hand holds out his card for you to take.

“I’ll be back,” you say quickly, your voice more than likely giving away how taken aback you are from Brunn’s words alone.

As you’re walking away, you hope Helen doesn’t see you because you just know she will ask you what the hell just happened to make you almost run away from this table to get to one of the various tablets around the restaurant to pay.

You round the corner of the seats, getting to one of the tablets and quickly punch in your numbers before starting to tap the necessary things on the screen to swipe Loki’s card.

“So,” Helen says as she saddles up next to you with a hand on her hip. “I see your boy at the booth is red as hell.”

“Mhm,” you hum, trying not to feed into what Helen was trying to talk with you about.

“Did you say anything?” 

“No,” you reply instantly. You know it sounds incriminating, so you’re quick to speak again. “His friend did—“

“Oh! The blond?”

“No, the woman. Brunn.”

“Oh,” Helen repeats in a new tone. “Did she call him out for those eyes? Was she trying to flirt with you too—“

“Helen!” 

“What!” Helen’s hands raise in surrender. “You’re hot! I’m not a dirty liar!”

You sigh with a small smile. You’re thankful for a friend like her in your life, but at times she was unbelievable.

“Brunn told him to stop flirting,” you finally say aloud, swiping Loki’s card when the screen prompted you to do so. “We both froze and clammed up.”

“Ah, young love,” Helen teased, hands going to your shoulders gently in support. “It’s alright, champ. You’ll get flirted with again when they come back—“

“I regret telling you anything—“

“I have eyes in the back of my head! I can not know anything when I see it!”

You groan and roll your eyes as the screen shows it was a successful transaction and prints off the receipts you need to deliver back at their table.

“Sure, okay.”

“Well, I’ll let you get going to your boy toy, okay?” Helen says, leaning over your shoulder to look at your profile. “Then we can have a nice chat about how he’s definitely flirting with you—“

“Okay mom, let me go,” you reply, chuckling slightly. “I’ve got tables. So do you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Helen sighs, finally letting go of you. “Go kiss him out there for me. For us.”

“Oh my god,” you whine, snatching the receipts from the printer and walking around the seats of the restaurant with a sigh, Helen calling out an I love you! As you walked.

Of course, you had to stop at a few tables along the way for questions to be answered and reassurance that refills are in fact coming—people are tight with their patience today, and you’re already reaping the benefits, clearly.

“Here’s your card back,” you say kindly once you’re back at the booth with a small smile. “Thank you for making this afternoon a delight before it got jam packed. And I expect you all back here soon to tell me all about that gig.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Brunn replies before Loki can.

“Maybe you could come? It’s tomorrow night at The Queen’s Pub,” Loki says once Brunn is done loudly slurping the rest of her drink. “It’s at 8.”

“God, I wish,” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “I close tomorrow, at 10. I won’t be making it home until 11, if not midnight.”

“That’s horrific,” Loki replies with a grimace. You nod in response.

“It is. But, it’s whatever, I’ll make it through. Have an amazing show and break some legs for me, okay? Tell me all about it next time around.”

All of them are more than happy to agree before you say goodbye one last time and step away to go and get all the refills you’ve been getting nagged about done. Most of the shift is a blur after that point, having a huge tray full of drinks clearly ruins the fun for many, but once you finished getting the drinks out, you head back to the booth.

All of the dishes are stacked neatly, and your receipt is under one of the main stacks of plates, and you notice some cash has been folded under the paper. You’re suddenly thankful for having the serving tray on you, and place it on an empty spot of the table to check and see how much your tip is.

Needless to say, you’re shocked when you see a ten, two fives and a couple of ones thrown in together.

Before you can slack off more at your own job thinking about Loki and his equally fun friends, you pocket your tip in the designated pocket of your waist apron and quickly gather all of the dishes for the kitchen.

[ragnarachael]

'are you wearing my shirt?' with our beloved guitartist!Loki <3

amphi is sending all her ideas in,,, y'all can too if u wanna glance at this list

amphi is also the icon behind the TR line breaky thing! i'm adding it before the read more (eventually i'm collecting all the guitarist!loki au drabbles for the masterlist so it'll help me find 'em faster)

Loki's not easy to wake up some mornings. However, this morning, he seems to be a light sleeper.

You'd just made it out of the bed; worlds baggiest shirt covering your previously naked body from the cool morning that greeted you from under the blankets so you could run to the bathroom.

"Baby?"

Loki and his stupid hot morning voice made you stop all together just as you were pushing his bathroom door open. "Hm?"

"You alright?"

Oh, oh he's sitting up now—his hair is mussed from your activities from last night. It makes you wanna jump back into bed.

"Y-Yeah," you stumble over your words with everything but grace. The light outside the windows are turning a lighter blue, you notice, and that helps you see Loki just a tiny bit better. "I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Ah," Loki muses, unceremoniously flopping back onto his back in bed. "Please hurry back. It'll get cold."

You giggle softly, rushing into Loki's even colder bathroom, rush to do what you came to do before washing your hands and shuffling back to bed.

"Ew," Loki quietly groans as you roll back into bed to curl into him. "Your hands are cold."

"Shut up," you reply, laughing again. "I wanted to hurry."

"Appreciated, even if I may die of hypothermia. Also." Loki shifts you around against his body slightly so he can look down at you a bit better. "Are you wearing my shirt?"

You glance down at the shirt you threw on. "Probably."

You noticed that it was actually a tour shirt that was made for the crew and band of TR's last tour. It had Loki's name just over the left breast.

"Yeah, it seems so," you correct, not bothering to look back up at Loki and press your face into his bare chest.

Loki hums, hands moving under your shirt easily to grip at your sides firmly, suggestively.

"Y'look hot."

"It's just a black shirt, Loki."

"You still look hot, shut up," Loki huffs before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Look up at me so I can make out with you properly, please."

"You're a horn dog," you quip, trying not to laugh as you do as you're told before Loki teases how you speak, pressing your lips together for a heated kiss.

[ragnarachael]

Valentine's Day blurb for guitarist Loki: waitress reader kicks herself for not getting Loki's number, so she gets a little creative and gets a little help from the club owner to set up a surprise for Loki. He gets called to the club under false pretenses (idk, maybe forgotten equipment) only to find the club decorated and reader waiting to have dinner with him. Reader and Loki *finally* kiss!! ♥️

so i'm going to say this now: this blurb is not part of the canon fic series, but DAMN WAS THIS FUN TO WRITE. also we all know brunn would be in on this too, brian would enlist her in a MOMENT'S NOTICE. anyway. didn't expect this to get as long as it did so i kinda skipped around a bit since i'm not trying to write a whole ass fic today sfkjsdf

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rach's valentine's blurb session!! send in something and i'll write a drabble about it!! | or request a kiss from this list!

"This...bold of you. Even I wouldn't do this," Helen says in your passenger seat as she holds a box full of pink and red decorations.

"Listen," you start, taking a breath as you pull to a stop at the last stoplight before you're due to turn into the back parking lot of Queen's Pub. "I can't stop thinking about him, we have good chemistry..why not take the jump, y'know? Plus, it's Valentine's day. May as well be extra."

"Is Brunn helping us?"

"And Brian, yeah. Brunn is gonna help us rearrange and decorate, Brian's already done his part in saying Pub's closed to the public today."

Helen nods, and you're pressing the gas to go when the light's green, making a right after driving for a few minutes and taking a few breaths once you're parked and Helen is walking in from the loading bay door.

It's far too late to back out of this now, it's all in motion.

When you DM'd Brunn on Instagram, telling her about this idea, you didn't think she would be all for it. Hell, you didn't even think she'd string Brian into doing it. He's losing a day of business for this.

"There you are!" Brunn shouts excitedly once you're inside. She's wrapped in the Valentine's streamers from the box Helen brought in.

"She probably thought about backing out," Helen says as she sticks little hearts on the bar. Brian then comes from the kitchen, holding plates and some silverware.

"Surely not, because I've already told Loki that I need help with Anita's gift tonight."

"That's how you're getting him here?" Brunn asks as you laugh nervously, happy Brian's out and setting the table you and Loki are due to eat your dinner at. "I was gonna tell him we left an amp."

"We both know Loki wouldn't trust you with that," Brian replies as he fixes the red table cloth on the table.

You and Helen laugh at that reply while Brunn makes a noise of shock before you all fall into silence. After that, it's the four of you efficiently and quickly decorating the small side of Queen's Pub you and Loki will be dining at.

By the time it was nearly 7 at night, the pub was decorated, food was almost done cooking in the kitchen, and Brian had dressed a bit less casual so he could play server for the night.

"Thank you again for doing this, Brian," you say, arms crossed over your chest. "I really appreciate it."

"It's not a problem," he replies. His tone is kind and light, and you know he means it. "We were all at his throat when he didn't get your number, so you're really doing us all a favor."

You snort and shake your head, walking back over to your dinner table. "I'll ask you to explain that later."

"I'm sure Loki will be happier to explain it than myself."

You're about to reply again when you hear a knock at the front doors of the pub and immediately stand. Brian gives you a reassuring smile before walking to the doors. You can hear their cheerful greetings to each other, part of the conversation is about what Loki's supposedly here for.

But then he stops in his tracks and sees you, his words trailing off slowly. You smile, holding your arms out wide.

"Surprise?"

Loki's grinning back without hesitation, still standing still next to Brian. "What's this?"

"Well, I felt like garbage for not getting someone's number the other night," you start casually, shifting on your feet before sitting down in the chair you just stood from. "So, I thought I'd push our little not-date-date situation to a Monday instead of a Saturday. If that's okay, that is."

You hold your breath as Loki walks over to you, his smile never fading as he stands in front of you.

"That's absolutely okay. It's more than okay."

You let out a soft laugh, the tension in your body flowing out as Loki takes your hands in his. "Thank god."

Loki laughs with you before his thumbs are brushing over your knuckles. "Can I ask you something now, since we're here?"

You glance around Loki's shoulder, seeing Brian already gone, and you nod. "Sure, knock yourself out."

"Would you be angry if I kissed you, right now?"

Your eyes flick back to Loki's instantly, your heart pounding against your rib cage.

"No," you start softly. "Absolutely not."

Loki hums quietly as he presses his forehead to your own, and you've never been more ready for your first kiss than you have in this moment. "Brilliant."

And with that, Loki places his lips on yours and kisses you soundly, in the middle of Queen's Pub, all while one corner of the streamer decorations falls to swing around near the stage and causes the two of you to laugh into your lips.

[ragnarachael]

“i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing❜

With loki ❣️

"Please get a room," Brunn whines dramatically once they're all piled back stage after their concert. "I don't wanna see you two suck each others faces off."

"Brunn," you chastise playfully. "We wouldn't do that in front of the kids—"

"That's a dirty fucking lie," Brunn fires back with a smile. "Go to the dressing rooms. Brian doesn't own them so you don't have to clean up after yourselves—"

"Brunn!" Loki hisses this time, already walking away while you're both cackling. Loki eventually dissolves into laughter with you as you're both stumbling through the humdrum of backstage post-show. Loki's glistening and his shirt is sticking to his body in random spots as his hand intertwines with your own.

"How fucking far are we walking?" You whine. "These shorts are getting uncomfortable—"

"Then why did you wear them?" Loki questions, finally pulling up to his dressing room. "Not that I'm complaining. You look fantastic—"

"I wanted to get a reaction out of you, so job done. I brought a change of leggings."

Loki turns his head to you with a fond smirk as the door swings open in front of you both. "Smart girl."

You grin with teeth. "Thank you, baby."

"Of course, sweetheart. After you?"

You giggle and courtesy before walking into the dressing room. Loki doesn't hesitate to swat at your ass as you're going in. You squeal and move quickly to the couch, unbuttoning and zipping your shorts to get them off.

Just as you're shimmying and kicking the denim off, Loki's on you as fast as he can manage, pinning you to the couch you were just cuddling on two hours before their show.

The kiss was nothing short of heated and passionate. You can taste the alcohol Loki had been sipping between songs on stage and you craved more. So much more.

"Easy," Loki laughs into the kiss, pulling away to let you steal kisses along his jaw. "You're feral, aren't you?"

"Yeah. What about it? You worried I'll bite, rockstar?" you finally pull from his jaw, trying to seem innocent. "I won't bite. Unless you're into that sorta thing—"

Loki groans, you're not sure if it's out of sheer lust or just from your faux innocence, but regardless he's back to kissing you a bit harder than before, and pressing his body a bit harder into yours.

You elect it's the right thing to say, considering he's the one who ends up biting first.

[ragnarachael]

13 and 14, for the kiss prompts, with Loki or Guitarist!Loki? Please and thank you, friend. 🥰

13.) pulling your lover closer by the waistband

14.) kissing under the stars

absolutely delivering this for u rn. you're so welcome <33

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rach's valentine's blurb session!! send in something and i'll write a drabble about it!! | or request a kiss from this list!

"Who knew the lead guitarist for The Revengers could be so romantic—"

"Oh hush, you!" Loki says dramatically, hand easily swatting at your ass as you walk past him on the dirt path. "When I invited you to come with us to Brian's little cabin in the country, I didn't expect a roast every night."

You laugh, almost loud enough for there to be an echo through the trees you're surrounded by on the lit path to the small clearing Brian's wife, Anita, had directed you two to go down to stargaze.

"That's what you get for dating me, baby. I can be brutal."

"Yes, you can," Loki grumbles, a finger hooking into one of your belt loops to tug you back towards him.

"Hey! Easy!"

Loki chuckles and wraps his arms around your middle once you're close, the both of you walking in sync. "I'm being easy. I am being so easy."

You roll your eyes fondly and relax in Loki's grip before you're catching the trees thinning out and the moon shines as bright as the sun does during the day.

"Look at that," you breathe, almost stumbling completely to a stop if Loki wasn't still walking the both of you. "Loki, stop, the moon!"

Loki does as you ask, his chest molding with your back before he's also looking up into the night sky with you.

He says something, you're not too sure what since you're so focused on tracing the constellations in the sky above and the way his hands are absently rubbing your waist how you like.

"Is that one of the Dippers?" you mutter, turning your head to speak towards Loki while still looking at the sky. "Maybe Orion?"

"I dunno," Loki replies. "Shoulda grabbed one of Bri's books before leaving so we'd know."

You hum in reply, trying to trace the stars with your eyes as you both silently stare in awe at the sky.

"You ever wonder what it'd be like in space? I remember when I was little I would always want to go up there so I could see Pluto and tell them how terrible they're treated here on Earth," you gently ramble, finally bringing your eyes to Loki.

But he's already looking at you. And you feel like the breath is knocked out of you.

The moon highlights him in the best way, his skin almost glowing.

"Loki?"

"Hm?" he hums, eyes staring directly at your lips.

"Kiss me already," you say, trying to hold back your giggle as his eyes roll, his lips pressing to yours.

You push up onto your tip toes with ease, moving your lips with Loki's passionately before he's pulling away to let out a small laugh.

"Wait. You're telling me you wanted to find Pluto and fix all the mistreatment it gets as a planet?"

You groan and break out of Loki's grasp. "Yes! And I wanted to live on Neptune, okay!"

[ragnarachael]

Take It From The Top — Chapter 2

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2,173

Summary: Usually your days are boring, but not since this group have been coming in and brightening up your shifts. They have a little band together and gush about it as much as they can when you're serving them. You can feel some chemistry with Loki, and start talking with him more and more once he's frequenting the restaurant alone. One day, finally, Loki—the bands (hot) guitarist—invites you to one of their shows on your day off. And you're not going to turn him down, are you?

Warnings: loki makes your brain go brrr, one One mention of a naughty dream, asshole regular ruining u and loki’s little flirt sesh, so sorry </3

Notes: the way you all love this already has me screaming literally you have no fucking clue. i love y’all,,, pls never shut up about this au with me. chapter 3 is way longer! see you then!

Tag List (if you want to be tagged in stuff like this or any future works, join my taglist here!): @mushroomlupin @miniminwriting @mariahlaufeyson @lam-ila @a-lonely-grey-couch @sineads-art​ 

F E E D B A C K! | A O 3  L I N K! | T A G L I S T  L I N K

You haven’t stopped thinking about the group—namely Loki, if it weren’t obvious enough—since their last visit.

They did come back and tell you all about their first gig together officially as The Revengers, and you would be lying if you said the name didn’t shock you. It was a good, solid name. And it was weird to see how well it fit them all as a group.

Maybe one day you’ll ask who made it up.

The day they all told you about their gig was the last you really caught them all together. They all still had “normal people jobs”, as Brunn had said, so they’re all busy and caught up in those. Some days, it was Bruce and Thor, other days Brunn and Thor, or sometimes even one of them individually.

Like today. For the past couple of weeks.

Loki’s been coming in, specifically around after the lunch rush has died down, and ordering one of your more recent deals in the restaurant you were promoting and just talking with you when you weren’t busy.

It was…nice.

Almost too nice. You’ve never been in this kind of stage before with someone—toeing the line between kind words and flirtatious advances. You’re sad to admit you’re lacking in that department, but you can’t help it. You never went to seek out a relationship whether it be in school or in your now adult life. You only cared about getting a roof over your head and just making it bill to bill.

But Loki’s in the picture. And he’s been the subject of some very…not so innocent dreams recently, which isn’t helping your feelings for him at all.

“Hi, welcome in!” You shout, being the only person out in the main area of the restaurant as you clean off some of the tables that had yet to be wiped down.

“Wow, I expected a warmer welcome,” Loki quips from the entrance, hands in his jacket pockets. “It’s so…empty.”

“Sorry, rockstar,” you tease, looking over at him in the foyer. “We can’t appease you today, unfortunately. You’re just after rush.”

You’re stating the obvious. You both are well, well aware of the schedule Loki keeps.

Loki makes a clicking sound with his tongue. “Damn. Well, I suppose you and Helen will do for today, then. Can I sit?”

“Yeah, of course,” you reply gesturing to the usual booth Loki always ends up in. “Just cleaned it, so if the table looks wet, it’s just our cleaner.”

Loki lets out a hum of affirmation, his footsteps almost muted against the tiles of the restaurant as he makes his way through the empty seats. By the time he’s seated, you’re grabbing a menu and tossing your wet rag on the table you had been cleaning until you’re standing in front of his booth.

“So, do you want the usual or something different?” You ask, placing the menu down as you watch Loki shed his jacket almost like a second skin. He’s wearing a tight black shirt today, and you’re sure if you look hard enough you can see just how lean his body is.

Frankly, you try to ignore that fact as much as possible.

“I might try for something new today, if that’s alright.”

“Of course! I’ll let you have sometime to look. Water to start?”

“Yes, please,” Loki replies, his gaze from the menu pulling away to look up at you and give you a cute, close-lipped smile.

You give a nod, smiling back before grabbing your wet rag from the table you were cleaning and decide now is the time to hop in the back of the house and take a breather. 

If one smile from Loki Odinson is going to make you lose your cool, you’re going to be dead by the end of his stay in the restaurant.

“You okay?” Helen asks immediately as you walk into the back. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Loki’s here—“

“Aw! Your boy!” Helen coos happily, bouncing on her toes and clapping in excitement for you as the wet smack of your towel breaks her clapping. “Good thing he came after rush.”

“Yeah,” you repeat, immediately going to the small drink station to get his water. “Thankfully.”

“You’d be malfunctioning, like you are now, wouldn’t you?” Helen’s hands are on her hips as you break some ice to put in the cup with your metal scoop.

“If not worse,” you mutter. “His smile is just…”

“So cute?” Helen finishes with a knowing smile. “Face it, shoulda kissed him when you had the chance—“

“My god—“

“Kissed whomst?” Isaac calls from the back door, just coming in for his shift for the day. “Are we talking about Helen’s customer crush, or?”

You groan loudly, filling Loki’s cup with water. The last thing you want is all of your coworkers to know about your stupid crush on this guitarist.

“This hot guy that keeps comin’ in and tipping her well—“

“Can we not talk about this? I would like to do my job,” you huff, holding the now full glass of water.

Isaac looks at you softly, just like he does with his sister that comes to visit him on shift during the holiday season. “Sure. Okay, go serve your boy.”

You give a little eye roll, smiling back at him in return before making your way out of the back. You already know Isaac is getting filled in by Helen the second the door swings shut behind you.

Whatever emotions you’ve got for this guy, they need to get under control.

“One water for you,” you say, announcing your presence. “So, do we want something new or just sticking to the usual?”

Loki hums, as if he’s really thinking. He flips the menu over once or twice for some extra flare, you know that because most of the menu is on the first side he was on, and he knows the sides of this place down pat.

“We’ll just get the usual, please.”

You can’t help but giggle as you pull out your server pad and preferred green pen of the day and write down his usual—the same salad from the first night you actually remembered the names of him and his group. 

“Got you. I’ll let you keep the menu this time around incase you want dessert again.”

“My hero,” Loki coos, placing a hand square on his chest. You snort and do a small courtesy, starting to walk to the back so his order could be put in. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” you shout back, hearing the front door chime to signal more customers coming in as well as the new hostesses voice greeting them in.

It was quick giving Loki’s order to Evan, and you already saw Helen taking the other regular’s order for you even if he was in your section. For some reason, that made you feel more thankful than anything.

While you waited for Loki’s food, you decided to continue cleaning the rest of the tables, since you know you have no real excuse to stop doing your original task before anyone else came in.

It made the time go by a bit faster, and before you knew it, Loki had his food, one or two more people came in and you served them with Helen, and you had one table next to Loki left to clean.

“Question,” Loki says suddenly, turning in his seat on his side of the booth to face the table you’re cleaning. 

“What’s up?”

“Have you been able to come to any of our shows?”

You stopped wiping the table top to look at Loki. His hair was down today, and he had a genuinely curious look on his face. You couldn’t help but smile sheepishly.

“Unfortunately, no. Every time I think I can go, work calls.”

Loki frowns dramatically. “Really? Laura and Hardy need people that bad?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling sympathetically. “When is your next show, anyways? I assume you don’t all play Queen’s Pub every night.”

Loki huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “No, we normally perform Saturdays. Covers, original pieces. Sometimes just jam sessions with other bands. All of that usually starts at 6.”

You almost lose your cool façade then, realizing you have this weekend off.

You could see a Revengers show.

“Oh! That actually sounds like fun!”

“Are you saying it wasn’t fun before us?” Loki questions, a teasing tone behind his words. You stutter over your own words for a second before he’s gently comforting you. “I’m only joking. Queen’s Pub definitely is more lively with us, I can tell you that.”

You smile, albeit a little embarrassed from the way he successfully teased you, finishing the table before moving closer to Loki’s booth.

“It sounds it.”

Loki grins, nodding as he looks up at you before taking in a breath. It looks like he’s taking in your work attire—checking you out, is the phrase, you’re more than sure—eyes trailing up and down your figure before speaking again.

“Are you free this weekend, by chance?”

Your hands play with the wet rag, gently tossing it back and forth between them as you pretend you’re not already plotting to come and see the band this upcoming weekend. 

“I think so,” you breathe, trying to ease your heart that’s just begging to burst out of your chest. “Saturday this weekend, exactly actually, I’m free. And maybe Sunday. I’d have to check.”

Loki lets out a hiss of what you assume is excitement. He knows how often you’re here in this place, unfortunately. “Ooh, that sounds amazing.”

“It is,” you reply with a smile. “It really is. Now, why do you ask?”

“Oh, you know,” he starts, acting a little too cool and he crosses his arms over his chest. You’re making an effort to ignore his bulging biceps as he speaks again. “Just trying to see if this pretty waitress will come see me and my band on Saturday.”

His compliment makes your face heat up before the rest of your body gives a small shudder of excitement.

“Well,” you start slowly, shifting on your feet as a shy little smile pulls at your lips. “I think she’d like to come and see you and the band—“

“Can the two of ya quit your flirtin’!” The other regular, Michael exclaims suddenly from his table. Your head and Loki’s snap towards him, your faces painted in shock. “Go get me my damn food, you’re not getting paid to flirt on the clock, are ya?”

“Sorry, Mike,” you immediately shrink in on yourself, giving Loki an apologetic smile before turning to the back to check on Mike’s order, trying to shake off his words.

Thankfully, Mike’s food is ready, and you just need to get a server tray to hold it all on since there are other orders that have been called out, and no one’s come to get them.

It’s almost as if Mike’s words made the rush come back. It get busy again, and you curse everything out in the world that you can, having to run around and take orders again, all the way to not being able to talk more with Loki about your plans this weekend.

You have to rush through giving him his card and check, smiles exchanged as you rushed back to Evan to ask about a tables order.

After the sudden rush of people, Mike is gone—and of course he didn’t tip you for shit. You’re only getting a few cents of it anyway, thanks to the restaurants electronic system. You would let it slide if you didn’t miss Loki leaving during this time.

Though, you realize you gave him your favorite pen with his check to sign, and you move over to his booth to clean it, noticing any dishes he had were put together neatly and his receipt was covering your tip again.

You elect not to look at the small wad of cash, opting to shove it into your apron pocket with the rest of your tips. You’ll count it later. You grab his receipt that has your pen on top of it and catch some handwriting on the empty side of the paper.

To the pretty waitress: The Revengers expect you Saturday at 6 o’clock sharp at The Queen’s pub, don’t disappoint. Loki xx

Your eyes stare longingly at the words on the receipt, also noting that the address for the pub was just under everything Loki wrote, including a small scribble just above where he originally wanted to start the message.

You could kind of make out the letters, and you wanted to squeal, jump and run into Helen: it’s a date.

He wants it to be a date. Or maybe he’s considering it to be a date. But he just scribbled it out. Your heart is back to pounding and you also pocket the receipt to keep for the weekend, grinning widely to yourself as you take his dirty dishes and carry them to the back.

[ragnarachael]

Take It From The Top — Chapter 3

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7,286 (IT’S SO MUCH)

Summary: Usually your days are boring, but not since this group have been coming in and brightening up your shifts. They have a little band together and gush about it as much as they can when you're serving them. You can feel some chemistry with Loki, and start talking with him more and more once he's frequenting the restaurant alone.One day, finally, Loki—the bands (hot) guitarist—invites you to one of their shows on your day off. And you're not going to turn him down, are you?

Warnings: loki playing the guitar. that’s. too hot. just so we all know. and semi naughty thoughts on your end—he’s hot, guys. flirting unadulterated? i guess? loki’s a dreamboat. that’s it. that’s all.

Notes: yes rachael DID pick a brian may hand gif for this. he’s why guitarist loki is what it is. sue me. ANYWAYS IT’S THE END! I AM SAD! BUT FIC TWO OF THIS SERIES IS IN PROGRESS! i hope u love this so far!!! bc i’m obsessed with it!!!! please don’t be shy and feel free to yell with me all you want

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F E E D B A C K! | A O 3  L I N K! | T A G L I S T  L I N K

The rest of the week seemed to drag on as you waited for your days off to come. Besides working, trying to be a normal human being as you work these horrendously long shifts, you try to keep your mind off of the fact Loki almost wrote down it’s a date.

It was a date that was intended not to seem like one, you assumed.

How the fuck do you dress for that?

“I mean,” Helen starts, on your phone via FaceTime call the day of the not-date-date. “Preferably something cute, but not obviously screaming it’s a date fit.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You question loudly from your closet. “Also, did we agree on the ripped skinny jeans?”

“Yes we did!” She exclaims. “And you’ll understand that when you’re older and get more dates.”

“We are the same age, Helen.”

The silence that fell over the two of you was comfortable before Helen starting laughing. “Whatever. So, ripped jeans. What shirt options do we have?”

“Uh,” you start, going through your shirts in the closet. “Band tees? A few tanktops, I got this cute crop top a few nights ago—“

“Do you have that one you wore out for drinks with Isaac and I a few months ago?”

“What one? The REO Speedwagon one?”

Helen was silent before huffing, waving a single hand around. “Whatever one has all those pre-made cuts and holes and shit.”

“Ah, the Metallica one,” you answer. “I’ve got it, yeah.”

“That,” Helen replies. “Wear that! It makes you look hot.”

You smile sheepishly, fishing through more shirts to find what you’re both talking about. You’ve been digging for almost an hour trying to find a decent outfit.

It may not be a date, but you want to at least look good enough to actually be asked on one, to your face.

“Did you and Henry have a good date night last night?” You ask after finding your shirt and throwing it on over your black bralette.

“Yeah! It was nice, we went to this karaoke bar. He’s a horrific singer, obviously.”

You laughed, walking over to your bed where your jeans lay. “Don’t hurt his heart by saying that, he seems like a good kid.”

“He is! He just can’t sing for fuck all.”

The two of you share laughter as you pull your jeans on so you can both judge the final outfit before deciding on it. “I’m telling him you said that the next time I see him.”

“You bitch!”

“I’ll be sure he pelts books at you, bestie,” you say, letting your voice rise in volume for dramatics as you grab your phone to peek up in the view finder, cooing when you see Helen’s dog in her shot. “Ooh my god! Is that Blackjack?”

“No, it’s some random plush I got at this thrift store—”

“Hi Blackjack!” You exclaim excitedly, ignoring Helen’s words completely before squealing quietly when he looks at the camera. “Hi, buddy! How are you? Is momma being a meanie?”

“Hey! Don’t brainwash my kid!” Helen whines, trying to cover Blackjack’s eyes from her phone. But he’s still getting excited to see your face.

“Blackjack, do you wanna stay with me while your momma gets it on with the bookstore worker?” You coo in an even more annoying tone over the phone as you walk over to your full length mirror.

“His momma is about ready to hang up on her friend if she’s gonna throw her under the bus like this,” Helen says, huffing. You laugh fondly, finally relenting as Blackjack replies with a little bark.

“I’m sorry, it’s just fun to do that.”

“If you and Loki end up getting together and get a pet for a child, I’m making your life hell.”

You find your face heating up at her words and opt to switch the camera around to show your mostly completely outfit in your mirror.

“Anyways,” you say, clearing your throat, “what do we think? Does this work?”

“Oh, yes,” Helen purrs through the phone. You laugh at her reaction, doing little poses which only entices her to cheer more. “I would call this date if I were him. You’re hot.”

“And you’re bisexual, of course you would say that.”

“Says you. You know you’re looking in a mirror, right? Bisexual help bisexual—“

You cut her off by laughing. “I’m a failed bisexual, no sex has shown attraction to me in years, and even then I couldn’t seem to make a move.”

“Hey, you still tried your best! It’s alright, now you’ve got this hot guitarist coming for you,” Helen explains as you flip the camera on your phone back to your face. “And, hey. If it works out? Imagine the tour sex—“

“Helen!”

“What! I know you haven’t ever, but still! I know what’s in those bedside drawers!”

You’re trying to hold back your laughter as you land back on your bed, head on your pillows as you keep your outfit on for the show. “Yeah, yeah, moving on.”

“For now, sure,” Helen finishes, chuckling at your reply. The two of you relax in comfortable silence. Occasionally Blackjack makes some snoring noises or small, tiny barks.

“What if tonight sucks? The band could be shit.”

“I don’t think it would be if they got a pub to basically have them perform on Saturdays. And if the guitarist is hot, wouldn’t you think the rest of ’em are?”

“Compelling argument.” You take a breath before letting out a small sigh. “Their vocalist is hot.”

“Oh?” Helen perks up, tilting her head. “Which was that at your booth?”

“The woman in the corner, Brunn.”

“That’s….so true.”

You snort, sitting up suddenly. “You literally saw her once or twice, Helen.”

“Still hot!”

“Okay, okay, I gotta get my stuff and go if I wanna be on time, we can argue over their hotness as a band later.”

Helen whines dramatically on her end as you watch her and her dog fondly start to whine together. You’re thankful for Helen, especially at this moment. You don’t think you could go to anyone else about all of this, and you’re happy she’s just here with you in it.

“I love you.”

Helen coos. “I love you too! Now go kiss hot guitar man.”

“Literally a not-first-date-date but okay,” you quip, a wide smile on your face before you’re waving through the screen and saying goodbye properly, talking in puppy-speak for Blackjack before the FaceTime call is over, and you’re stuck looking at yourself in the viewfinder of your phone’s app.

You sigh to yourself before closing the app and tossing your phone on the bed next to you. In your head, you’re figuring out the best route to get to the pub The Revengers were going to be at, all while spontaneously deciding to add a little makeup to your look. It was really only some light eye makeup, and a tiny, tiny dash of red lipstick just to have more than black with the rest of your outfit.

However, this made you have to rush to get your shoes on, as well as grabbing your keys and wallet so you could leave your bag at home. Thankfully, traffic was light as you listened to your phone guiding you through the streets, and the only problem you had was finding the extra parking for The Queen’s Pub in the back lot. You didn’t expect the pub to be so packed.

But it was almost out of spots. And it was just turning 6.

Maybe The Revengers wouldn’t be bad as your anxiety thought it would be.

Walking into Queen’s Pub is…nice. It’s got a nice industrial vibe to it, high ceilings with exposed scaffoldings and ventilation pipes, tables scattered around the spacious ballroom-like floor. The front half has lost a good chunk of tables and seats though, due to the main stage that’s farther into the building to give a makeshift pit as if it were a proper concert venue.

To your left as you make your way in, past a small pod of people near the entryway, is an expansive bar. It’s well lit with LEDs it seems, and it looks like they have every liquor known to man.

“Hi! Welcome in!” One of the younger bartenders exclaims as they shake a drink to perfection. You smile and nod their way, just now realizing how many people were actually inside.

The cars didn’t do it justice. 

All the seats were occupied, and people were standing together in small pods in the makeshift pit, around the edges of the stage. The energy was electric, and you knew everyone was here for the band that was due to play here soon.

You elect to bypass the bar for now, and make your way to the front to get a good spot to watch the band. Loki said to be here at 6 sharp, so you’re unsure if that means they’re to play soon or not.

Since everyone is just simply chatting and bouncing around to conversation, you’re basically at the edge of the stage, which you found pretty cool. And, at least Loki will know you didn’t dip. From here you noticed the front drum had the bands name on it, The Revengers.

The decal is centered, but the word the is positioned more to the left, and revengers is leaning more to the right, the R just under the final E in the word before it. It’s an interesting choice, and a pretty decent quality decal from what you can see.

You decide to pull your eyes away from the drum and the stage, taking in the rest of the pub as you stand straight. You don’t want to magically make eye contact with anyone that happens to roam on the stage prior to this. You may just lose your mind with embarrassment.

Even though the pub is alive with chatter, you still hear what sounds like tuning from a bass and a guitar. You could only think that’s Loki and Bruce, it’s blatantly obvious considering the line up of the band.

Just as you tried to listen in to whatever else was happening backstage, you noticed a large wall towards where more seating was at a slightly lower level that as filled with some band memorabilia. Granted, you didn’t know what band or bands, but you make a mental note to look at it just as the amps hum to life, gaining your attention as well as the rest of the pub goers. 

You’ve been to a few concerts, but never this close, nor this exciting for more than just you.

Everyone seems to know that cue, and come to the makeshift floor as a tall older man with a head full of greying curls come on stage with a wireless microphone.

“Hello folks!” He says happily into the microphone, not at all getting any interference from the everything that’s on the stage. “How’re we doing tonight?”

You cheer with the rest of the people, a smile working its way onto your face out of excitement. 

“Good, good,” he continues, laughing. “Well, it’s Saturday, and we’ve got some good bands up tonight. But of course, it wouldn’t be a Saturday without The Revengers, now would it?”

Everyone around you cheers a little louder, and you can’t help but continue to cheer with them as this man warms the crowd up. He cheers with everyone, holding the mic away from his mouth before he’s turning to look back stage and laugh again, the mic going back to his mouth.

“Right! Okay, well. I won’t keep them any longer, they’re getting antsy back there. Ladies and gentlemen, Queen’s Pub is proud to present, The Revengers!”

You can’t describe the uproar the audience has once the man is off the stage once his microphone is placed on it’s stand and he’s walking to the wings of the stage, clapping Thor on the shoulder as he walks by. They’re all glowing. Not only from the stage lights, but their smiles are ginormous.

You should have attended a concert a lot sooner. Because seeing all four of The Revengers like this? It genuinely makes your heart swell, you can just tell how much they love this.

And they should. You hear how many people love them in this packed pub right now.

“Good evenin’ everybody,” Brunn says into the mic as everyone calms down. “Nice to see you’re not just here for Brian and his alcohol.”

“We’re here for that too!” A random voice in the audience yells that causes more laughter to erupt both from the audience and Brunn.

“Well, same here.” Brunn’s trying to find the person, as if she’ll know who it is before entirely giving up when Loki leans close to her and starts muttering as his hands plug in his guitar to his set amp perfectly without even looking.

Your eyes are immediately settled on him. He’s basically in front of you anyways, it’s hard to not notice anything. You spot his nails first and foremost, they’re painted. It looks like black polish, but you notice a twinge of another color when the lights hit it. You’ll have to ask when you see him after their set.

After that, it’s all downhill for you and your crush from there. He’s got the tightest pair of skinny jeans on that you see between him and his instrument as he and Brunn laugh before he’s walking back to his side of the stage. Paired with that, he’s got on the tightest tank top possible, his biceps seem to be bulging slightly, and you’re thankful that you haven’t got a drink on you right now because you would have choked on it.

Loki’s….god.

“So, we’re gonna start with a little cover from a little band called Queen, because Brian won’t shut up about it,” Brunn says, pausing only to let the cheering go up again before gaining control of the crowd, “I know I know! We love Revengers singing Queen, I know. After that we’ll just sing some new stuff we’ve been working on and then Cheerful Rangers will take good care of you all about an hour after you’ve all sobered up from us. Alright?”

Brunn had to love the audience reaction. She eggs them on like it’s her job. Which, in a way it is between her day shifts at some clothing store.

“Okay! Let’s go!” 

Before the audience could react properly, Loki was already starting to play, expertly plucking the beginning to the unfamiliar song while Brunn turns around to converse with Thor quickly.

You wish you had more eyes than you do. The Revengers on stage as a group is like a well oiled machine. You don’t even know the song they’re playing at the moment, but they add their own spins on it, solos that sound longer than normal, and they’re just having fun.

It’s refreshing to see, and this is only the first song of the night.

Sure, it’s a song by Queen, but The Revengers claim it all as their own, just for tonight. Your eyes move from Brunn to Loki several times before you’re looking at Bruce and Thor jamming together in their own little world. You could watch this literally all night.

And Loki? God, Loki was a sight. Loki always made it seem like he belonged in any place he walked into once he was comfortable, but here, on the stage, he just oozed confidence. He just seemed to only get hotter not only through the song, but their entire set.

His hands just glide along his guitar as if he doesn’t even need to think much about it, yet his face is a mix of concentration and..well, you don’t want to admit it to yourself, but: sex.

It’s like he’s trying to make this sexual, and it’s making your mind go nuts.

You’re too focused in on Loki and his playing enough to forget that this is a concert and they just finished a song, so everyone is cheering. Thankfully, it’s loud, so you’re quick to snap out of the trance Loki’s set you in to clap and cheer along.

The rest of the concert after the Queen song goes exactly like it did the first time around. You’re watching Loki solely as he’s playing, you’re staring at his fingers, occasionally his face as he tilts his head up to his microphone to add backing vocals which also contribute to making you a puddle.

If you weren’t taken by Loki earlier this week, you certainly fucking were now.

Their set doesn’t last as long as you’re wishing it would. By the time they finish off their final song of the night, you’ve worked up a sweat by dancing with the rest of the small group you’ve gotten acquainted with at the front. It’s only when Brunn thanks the crowd for even bothering to show up before she’s leaving the stage do you realize The Revengers are done for the night, but Loki, Bruce, and Thor play on together for a little longer.

It’s like you’re watching a jam session, the way Bruce and Loki come together to stand near Thor’s drums and play what just sounds right before they cut their instruments off at the perfect time within each other and they wave goodbye as you and the rest of the crowd go wild.

The cheering goes on for a sliver more than you expect it to, and keeps going as you try to fight through some of the people to finally make it to the bar. Truthfully, you could leave after seeing Loki. You really saw no other reason to be here, considering you only wanted to see The Revengers in action.

And boy did you.

Once you made it onto the barstool at the nearly empty bar, the bartender that greeted you when you first entered the establishment comes over.

“Hey! What can I get started for you tonight?”

“Hi, uh,” you pause, trying to think of something you’d like to drink before just taking a breath and sighing. “I’m not really too sure. Something with vodka, I know that much. What would you recommend?”

The bartender smiles and nods. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. Do you like grapefruit?”

“I have no idea, but I’m willing to try,” you respond with a smile. The bartender nods before they’re off and making your drink. Once you know you’re not going to be asked any questions, you turn and look at the entire pub.

It’s significantly less full now. It’s pretty obvious most people were here for The Revengers and them alone. And truthfully, even if you’re biased, you don’t blame them.

But still, you felt a little bad for however many bands there are after this.

“Did you have the uh,” a familiar voice asks from behind the bar, “I don’t remember the bloody name of this thing, but it’s got grapefruit in it?”

You turn around to be met with the grey haired man who introduced the band earlier in the evening. “Yeah! Yeah, that’s me.”

He smiles kindly at you and places your drink down in front of you. “Then here you are. I take it you had fun watching The Revengers.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you respond, laughing lightly before moving to take a sip of the drink from the rocks glass, enjoying the small sour taste from the drink before being hit with the salt that was on your lips from the rim. You clear your throat before speaking again. “I was told they’d be good, I didn’t anticipate just how good.”

“Really? They’re talked about at a lot of places around here,” he explains, shocked before leaning on the opposite end of the bar. “How did you hear about them?”

“Oh, uh, through their guitarist,” you explain, your face heating up just having to think about the performance you just watched literally inches away from your face. “Loki.”

“Oh!” He exclaims, standing straight before clapping his hands together, saying your name with confidence. You raise a brow.

“Yes? That’s me.” You take a slow sip, confused as to how this curly haired man knows your name.

“I’m Brian, the owner,” he—Brian—explains with a hand placed in the middle of his chest. “I understand that’s weird, and I apologize. Loki said you’d be coming and to put you on the tab.”

“Oh.” Yeah, oh is right. Loki put you on their tab? You’re damn near close to asking if you can just go ahead and pay for the damned drink before Loki’s suddenly here and jumping onto a stool next to you.

“Hey!” Loki exclaims once you’ve turned around to actually look at him, taking another sip of your drink. “You made it!”

“Of course I did!” You say after you’ve swallowed. You noticed that Brian had left the two of you, probably to go and get Loki a drink. “Why wouldn’t I come?”

“I was just worried you wouldn’t get the note on my receipt,” Loki explains, becoming a little shy before running a hand through his hair once or twice to keep it out of his face. He’s still visibly sweaty, but not as much as he was on stage.

You could honestly just stare at him all night, the longer you look at him, the more features you find yourself fixating on. Like his slightly smudged eyeliner that makes his eyes pop a little under the LEDs of the bar.

“Please, if Helen found it she would have told the entire restaurant I was going out to see a rockstar tonight. I assure you of that.”

“You know,” Loki starts with a boyish smile, looking at you head on. “I don’t doubt it.”

You hide how you’re swooning at his stupid face by taking another sip of your drink as you snort. Smacking your lips, you speak again. “She’s that predictable, huh?”

“It’s Helen,” Loki starts before Brian is back with a small glass filled with some amber looking liquid. “Thank you, Bri.”

“‘Course,” he replies. “I’ll talk with you about the show later, but the cover was amazing.”

Loki’s beaming, giving Brian a wide smile before he’s raising his glass in Bri’s direction as he walks back off to another end of the bar you don’t bother to twist and see. Loki smiling has you smiling.

“You guys were great, y’know,” you say softly, almost in awe of the man before you. “I’ve never seen a guitarist play that fast.”

“Then you don’t know many guitarists,” Loki quips gently, sipping his alcohol before chuckling. “Sorry, that sounds rude.”

“No, no, you’re right. I don’t normally pay attention that much, but you had me hooked since the first song.”

“Since the Queen song or everything after that?”

You pause, trying to find the words to reply before just taking a breath and chuckling: “yes.”

Loki laughs with you, taking another sip of his drink. “Well, that’s good to know. You should have came last week, we had Roger to sing something for us.”

“Roger?” 

“Yeah, Roger’s the co-owner of The Queen’s Pub with Brian. They’ve been friends for years.”

“Ooh,” you nod in understanding, sipping your drink before licking at the salted rim again for a little kick. “And before I forget, can I just go ahead and pay you for putting me on your tab? Like, it’s super sweet of you to do that, but I can pay—“

“No, absolutely not,” Loki says with a playful stern tone. “Not happening.”

You pout at Loki, finally putting your drink down to arm up your hand that’s been holding the glass this whole time. “Loki..”

“I’m serious, it’s fine. Brian never lets us pay it anyways,” he explains with a chuckle, putting his glass down as well. “We’ve had it since the early days—before we even had a name, let alone songs we wrote on the napkins here, we started paying at first. But then Brian saw how much traffic comes in here, the people pay for our drinks themselves just by showing up.”

“So The Revengers gives Queen’s Pub recognition and notoriety.” You mean your statement to be a question, but you knew the answer on your own. Your smile only seems to grow, hearing more bits and pieces to sew together the story behind The Revengers. “That’s—“

“Smart,” Loki finishes for you. “I know. We’ve tried to have Brian let us pay regardless, but he’s a stubborn bastard. He tells us it’s not just ‘cause of that though. Says it’s a thank you for taking him back to his old days every Saturday night.”

You laugh with Loki this time, leaning against the backing of the bar stool. “I mean, must be nice then! Brian sounds like the best granddad a person could have.”

Loki laughs a little harder at your joke before taking his glass to swallow the final sip of his drink. “He can be, for sure. Other times, it’s almost like he’s our manager, which is weird, but we let him do it anyway.”

You snort, smiling as you listen to Loki continuing to ramble a bit more about the pub. It made your heart start beating tenfold just by how passionate and excited he was telling you just every little detail he possibly could about it. He really cared about this pub and everyone in it. You could tell just by his excited hand movements and the fond look on his face alone. And you couldn’t help but find him more endearing at this point in the night.

Somehow, an hour passes, and the next act plays. You stay at Loki’s side, both in the makeshift pit of the stage, and back at the bar for another round of drinks after Cheerful Rangers actually played an actually good gig—you hate to sound so negative, but you didn’t see it coming; especially when high schoolers romped out onto the stage.

That’s how the night goes, really. You and Loki going from bar to stage, eventually opting in to drink water after the third act of the night—some of the songs got you and Loki dancing together, and you’re back to sweating.

As someone who hasn’t had many first dates (many? Hell, you’ve only had one, and even then it wasn’t as glamorous as this), you genuinely didn’t want the night to end. But the lights on the stage come down as Brian finishes the night with a small speech about thanking people for coming out as per always, giving everyone a final cheer before everyone is cleaning up after themselves and going to their own respective tables to keep the night alive. You look to Loki, unsure of what this means for the two of you.

Are you leaving? Staying and chatting more over water? Sharing more little snacks Brian drops off with a joke about the tab?

“Hey,” Loki says a little louder than normal. He’d probably tried to get your attention before this. You turn to look at him.

“Hm?”

“I’ve gotta help pack stuff into Bruce’s car, do you want a quick tour backstage while I help out? See everyone again?”

You’re already nodding before you even properly process what you’ve been asked, Loki lacing your hands together firmly as he guides you around a few small pods of people who are still choosing to stand for the evening. 

“Oh,” you voice suddenly, noticing the door just next to stage left. “Through here?”

Loki lets out a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Did you not notice Brian use it?”

You feel your face heating up from embarrassment. “Shut up.”

This only causes Loki to laugh more and make your heart want to slam out of your chest and into Loki’s awaiting hands for him to finally claim it as his own.

Now, you realize, you may have had one too many sips of alcohol. Hopefully this backstage tour makes the slight fog get out of your brain.

Loki swings the door open, and tugs you by your hand to walk through the threshold first, still holding hands as he’s right behind you and starting to take lead down the cream painted hallway.

“So, all these doors we’re starting to pass are dressing rooms,” Loki explains once you’re both walking the same pace, his hand gesturing to some of the doors he’s talking about. “Bri keeps them maintained well, even if none of us use them.”

“Will you ever, do you think?” You question, eyes looking along the walls to see all the pictures covering the walls between the doors. In almost every frame is an autographed…something. You don’t know what some of them are. Some are ticket stubs, some are headshots. Some are even playbills from New York.

“Maybe? Not too sure if I’m honest.” Loki’s stopping you both at the end of the hall, head twisting from right to left. You follow in suit, noticing that to your right, there’s a hall that leads to a wide open door to the back parking lot, and the other side you can see Thor and Brunn chatting animatedly as they both use their arms to rewrap some wire.

“To your right is the technical loading bay,” Loki explains, turning left. “I’m sure that’s obvious.”

“A little,” you quip, giggling. “But it’s fine. I’m getting a tour, you’re required to tell me these things.”

“Very true,” Loki replies, chuckling himself. This hall to where Thor and Brunn are is much shorter, and here is where you notice the main backstage area.

“Finally!” Brunn announces before Loki can beat her from speaking. “There you two are! We’ve been waiting to see you all night!”

“You could have met us at the bar,” Loki fires back immediately, his playful tone evident as he gently pulls you between Brunn and Thor. “I’m giving a tour, I’ll grab the amps here in a sec.”

“You better, lover boy,” Brunn shouts as he pulls you away to the other side of the room as if it’s miles away.

You’re laughing at their interaction before Loki’s clearing his throat. “Anyway.”

“Yes, sorry, do go on,” you say, bringing your laughing down to a giggle.

“Main backstage area,” Loki continues, a smile never leaving his face as he lets your hand go to gesture wide to the room. Brunn finishes her bundle of wire perfectly and does a pose while Thor continues rolling his share of the wire, clueless to what’s even going on.

“Wow.”

“I know,” Loki replies excitedly. “Can be fun before shows. We have a tradition to do a little shot or two before heading out. It’s a good time. The ramps closer to where the actual stage is leads to the stage, obviously.”

“Fun as hell to ride the amps down, by the way,” Brunn cuts in, her wire bundle out of her hands and somewhere in the suit case near Thor. Now she’s grabbing another wire that’s just a pile on the floor to wrap again. “Just be sure you have someone to catch you—“

“There may be a hole behind the couch and we haven’t told Brian,” Bruce cuts in, smiling nervously from his confession. “We’ll tell when we have the money for the damage. So, keep this between us.”

You hold back any cackle you may have, giving everyone a thumbs up in the room before looking to Loki, noticing a hall behind you in your peripheral vision. “I assume there’s more dressing rooms back there?”

“Huh?” Loki whips around before he’s confirming your suspicion. “Yes! It’s the same as the other hall, the door however leads to the backrooms where storage is. Not at all like the fun way we just came in.”

“Boo,” you reply teasingly. “Could at least have something more fun.”

“Tell Brian that,” Loki replies. “He tries to keep a tight ship. Roger’s the fun one.”

“Why do I believe that?”

“Because Brian is a boring name,” Thor chimes, finishing his wire and knotting it off. Everyone looks over at him, eyes wide. You and Brunn had let out some gasps when he even said it.

Thor looked up from his hands, scanning all of your faces. “What? It’s true.”

There’s a beat of silence, before Brunn breaks it.

“I’m so telling him you said that—“

“Brunn!”

“Oh god,” Bruce groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “I’m not involved.”

You and Loki turn to each other and laugh at your friends—well, his friends, really, but you’re hoping that you’re in the team at this point—fond and light. 

“I’ll just go and start grabbing those amps from the stage,” Loki says finally, Thor and Brunn’s bickering slowly becoming a background noise. Loki turns to look at you. “If you’d like you can sit and watch Thor and Brunnhilde go at each other, or help. Whichever you’d like, darling.”

The nickname Loki uses absolutely has your face heating again, and you nod, taking a breath to try and recover from the term.

“I’ll, uh,” you start, rubbing your hands together. Your brain is going a few miles per minute. “How can I help?”

Luckily for you, Loki and Bruce are quick to put you to work, taking you out on the stage and showing you how to detach their amps from the pub’s stage set up with ease. You’re in charge of making sure all the wires for them are detached and in your arms to be relayed back to Brunn and Thor in the back.

It’s a relatively easy job, and you’re enjoying watching Bruce and Loki interact a bit more for yourself. Really,  you’re happy to see all of them interact more closely than at your job. You can feel how tight they are together as a group, and it makes you feel like you’re intruding slightly.

And yet, they still welcome you with open arms anyways.

“We should be good! Just meet us out back, my car’s parked there!” Bruce shouts to you as you’re coming up the ramp. “We need someone to spot us when we pick up the amp!”

“Got it!” You call back, disappearing back behind the curtain after walking through the wings, Thor and Brunn back to silently raveling the wires you’ve brought them.

It’s not long before you’re back out in the back lot. You can see Bruce’s car just like he said. You can also pick out your car from the small smattering of patrons still in the pub. The night has gotten a bit chilly, unfortunately for you. You’ll simply have to make do.

“Incoming!” Loki shouts, getting your attention as you’re quick to be sure you’re out of his way in the doorway. The amp wheels are loud as Loki continues to speak to his bandmate over the noise. “Bruce, is your trunk clean finally?”

“Yes sir!”

You can’t hide your giggling at their conversation before Loki and Bruce are out with two of the four amps from the stage.

“Okay, so me and Bruce will lift, just be sure we don’t magically drop it, alright?” Loki explains standing straight to shake out his hands and arms and stretching them slightly. You nod obediently, refraining from making the magic joke you were thinking about.

Loki gives you a smile and a nod back before he and Bruce are on either side of one of the two amps, counting to three and positioning their hands on the bottom edges to grip and lifting.

And you want to say you’re paying attention on the amp, but you’re so not.

Loki’s ripped. You’ve noticed his biceps before, sure, but this? In action? His biceps are bulging just like Bruce’s as they lift the large amp together before it’s safe in Bruce’s trunk and you’re rolling the next one over when Bruce asks. You’re thankful for the show Loki’s arms are giving you as the second amp of the night is stacked perfectly in Bruce’s trunk.

The three of you quietly cheer before the process is repeated, and you try to hide how you’re drooling over the way Loki’s arms look for a second time. Thank god your help wasn’t actually needed. You don’t think you’d be able to make it in time before an amp actually broke.

Soon enough, Bruce’s car is packed with most of their instruments, and all the wiring before The Revengers and you are piling back out into the main lobby of The Queen’s Pub.

“Brian!” Brunn shouts in a sing-song voice, Thor immediately shouting a no! and rushing from the back to stop her from her next words. You and Loki stay back as Bruce comes in just after the two of you.

You notice the pub is significantly empty, and turn to Loki for questioning.

“The pub usually closes around this time on Saturdays,” he explains easily. “Brian lets us stay back almost always. Usually he makes us move the chairs and tables back for him so the staff can focus more so on cleaning. Y’know, since Saturdays are always packed.”

You snort, looking over at Loki as your linked hands swing between the two of you. “Really? I would have no clue. Seemed super empty.”

“Oh, stop it,” Loki responds, gently giggling and nudging you before you’re glancing at the clock that hangs just above the LEDs of the bar that Brian is currently paused cleaning to talk with Brunn.

10:05 pm. Jesus Christ.

You’ve basically spent all day here.

“Oh, I didn’t even know it was ten,” you say suddenly hand—unfortunately—letting go of Loki’s to move to the your back pocket of your jeans to check your phone. You’ve checked it periodically through the night, and there wasn’t many notifications worth your time besides a bunch of texts from Helen. “Damn..”

“Do you need to get going?” Loki asks, gently grabbing your arm and stopping the two of you from walking as you look at your phone screen. You feel Bruce walk around the two of you with a soft apology. “I didn’t ask if you worked tomorrow, I’m sorry—“

“No, no, you’re so okay,” you say, looking up at Loki with a grin as you pocket your phone. “I just didn’t expect it to be ten, I have work around noon.”

Loki mirrors your smile, and you don’t notice the four pairs of eyes on you from the bar as he takes a breath. “Well, you should get home then, shouldn’t you?”

You mimic his breath, which only causes him to chuckle. “Unfortunately.”

“Well, allow me to walk you to your car? The more fun way, of course,” Loki teases, holding his arm out for you to hook your own with his. You’re quick to playfully courtesy and lock arms, laughing with him as he guides you back through the stage door just like earlier in the night, making small talk with each other.

You’re tired, but you really don’t want this night to end. Loki’s been so lovely. Everything has been so lovely. From the dancing in the audience together to watching Loki shred on his guitar—you’ll be thinking about that for who knows how long.

Eventually when you both get outside, you switch from locked arms to holding hands one last time. You ask him about the tiny things from the show tonight now, what color is his nail polish, really. Do they coordinate outfits? What were they laughing about as he played the opening chords?

“Well, Brunn was pointing out something Brian was doing,” Loki answers. “The nail polish is some matte oil spill color, it was laying around when we were rehearsing and Brunn insisted, Brunn also forces us to coordinate if need be, because Thor will show up in the worst outfit imaginable if you let him.”

You’re laughing as the two of you are finally getting close to your car. “No! That’s so sad. Thor has fashion—“

“Absolutely not!” Loki exclaims as he lets you start to guide him. “As his brother, I am offended. He’s not fashionable. At all. Whatsoever.”

You’re still giggling before you see some of your little bumper stickers on the back trunk of your car, smiling sadly. You feel Loki gripping your hand a little tighter and so you turn around before shuffling to lean against your trunk.

“This is me,” you say finally, refraining from showing your true emotion. “Thank you for finally getting me to a show.”

“Thank you for coming,” Loki replies, smiling as his thumb rubs over your knuckles comfortingly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“It was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I’ll admit,” you shuffle on your feet momentarily, looking down at your feet to watch as you toe some asphalt before looking back up at Loki.

Loki’s giving you this…look. You’re not sure what look it is—actually, it seems to be something fond like how he was when he was watching his friends and brother interact—but it’s giving you this weird tug in your stomach. Almost like you just want to kiss him which, to you, is a new and exciting feeling. 

“Well that just means we’ll have to bring you out here again then, doesn’t it?” Loki questions smoothly, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips.

You’re grinning at those words, the offer to return here could genuinely make you squeal with where this future with him could be headed.

“Absolutely,” you say, trying not to bounce on your toes as you get off of your trunk, starting to walk backwards to your driver’s side, tugging Loki with you. “Just tell me about the next gig, and I’ll absolutely be there. For the Cheerful Rangers, of course.”

Loki scoffs and places a hand on his chest as he allows you to tug him. “Wow. They stole the show tonight for you? And I thought you were here for me.”

You laugh, finally dropping Loki’s hand to fish around in your pockets to try and grab your car keys in the slowest fashion as possible. Your skin feels arm knowing his gaze is on you before you reply.

“You’re a mere bonus, rockstar.” You like the way the nickname sounds, you realize. It fit Loki both on and off the stage a little too perfectly, especially after tonight. “I’ll catch you later?”

“Catch you later,” Loki confirms gently, his hands moving to his back pockets. “Get home safe, yeah?”

“I can try, just for you.” You’re almost back tracking, but Loki’s smiling and slowly stepping back from where you stand near your drivers side door.

“Thank you,” he replies before giving a final goodbye. You pout playfully, shouting a last goodbye back before you’re getting in your car and Loki’s headed back into the building.

Your drive home is a blur in the best way possible. For some not-date-date, it definitely felt like a date for your very tiny book. The radio doesn’t have any decent music playing, which is unfortunate. As you’re at a red light, you realize that maybe one day you’ll hear Loki on the radio. With Brunn, Bruce, and Thor. And that makes you giddy endlessly for them. They deserved it.

The rest of your drive you’re thinking about the performance, Loki’s hand in yours, the way Loki played, and it isn’t until you get home that you realize you never exchanged god damn numbers.

“Fuck!” You exclaim into your empty apartment, groaning as your keys fly to your small hall table near your door, hands pressing to your eyes out of annoyance.

[ragnarachael]

26 kiss list with Loki? Happy Valentine’s Day :D

26.) 'i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in''

yes. i love this and i love u anon. happy valentine's!! (most loki prompts will be written for my guitarist!loki au,, i assume that's obvious i'll try my best to make it a stand alone read but it's FUN TO ADD LORE OK)

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rach's valentine's blurb session!! send in something and i'll write a drabble about it!! | or request a kiss from this list!

Work was long and hard today. You worked a double and missed one of the newer studio sessions TR had for their latest album. You and Loki had planned to have a cute little dinner date afterwards, too.

Granted, there's always another day for that since you two live together, but you were so excited for today only for Helen to call out brutally sick. That added a bit more on your mind to worry about, since she never calls in sick. Thankfully she was okay and had her current boyfriend bringing her things.

You sighed, long and hard as you finally stumbled into your shared apartment with Loki, tossing your bag onto the couch without care. Your shoes slipped off easily at the door as you trudged to the bedroom.

Lisa was kind enough to let you have tomorrow and the next day off, apologizing for the day. She was sweet like that, and you couldn't find it in yourself to be angry with her about it. She was just as tired as you were at this point.

The bedroom was warmer than the rest of the place—that's not normal unless one of you was showering.

A smile pulled at your lips before you're peeling off your work attire a little faster than normal, opening the door to the bathroom once you're in nothing but your undergarments.

"Loki?" you call over the running water and music from the phone that was placed in your designated shower speaker cup.

"Yes!" Loki calls back, his tone just as melodic as the music. "Welcome home!"

You giggle quietly under your breath as your skin immediately warms up, peeling your sports bra and underwear off easily before you're casually climbing into the shower to be met with your naked boyfriend.

Loki's hands are massaging what looks to be your shared shampoo in his hair, half of his body standing under the stream of water while his back was turned to you.

"Thanks."

Loki doesn't jump, really. It would be stupid to do that in a shower. But his head whips around hard enough to have some of the soap in his hair fly out and smack into the tile wall.

You and Loki silently turn to look at the soap decorated wall before falling into laughter and looking at each other. After a few moments you take this opportunity to hug your somewhat dry body against Loki's wet one, feeling a little slicker already.

"Y'know," Loki starts playfully, his arms yet to be around you. "I was supposed to have this shower alone."

"Mhm," you hummed, rubbing your cheek along Loki's slick collar bones. "What about it?"

You know Loki's sigh is completely fake and he's trying not to laugh at your antics before his arms are around you firmly.

"Welcome in."

"Thank you kind sir, I'll have what you're having," you reply, pulling your face from his chest. "Helen's doing better, by the way."

Loki's quick to place a peck to your lips, soapy hair rinsing slightly down his body. "That's good. Is...whatever his face—"

"Jeremiah—"

"—right, Jeremiah, taking care of her?" Loki asks, his hands venturing a little closer to your lower back.

"Last I was told, yes. How was the studio today?"

Loki shrugs, and you lean up to press another kiss to his lips now.

"The studio. Thor keeps trying to add triangle to our new song and Brunn is close to beating him with it."

You laugh, shaking your head fondly at your friends. "Of course. Shouldn't have let him had it last album."

"It was either that or the cowbell. And I know you wouldn't listen if he used that." Loki's hands suddenly grab at your hips, and you're close to thinking this shower may lead to more than just showering. "Missed you today, though."

"Mm," you purr. "I'm sure you did. Keep your hands to yourself until I've washed my hair, work was gross."

Loki pouts down at you, soapy forehead pressing against your own.

"Fine. A kiss to hold me over?"

You sigh dramatically, not at all taking time to reply before leaning up and pressing your lips to his own a little harder than normal.