Honeymooners Pt 7
Ok, so kinda boring stuff and quick, but plot building cus I still have a story to tell, even though just fluffy shenanigans while pretending to be married is fun. I just set out with an end goal and gotta meet it, sorry it’s short but yep! More fluffy nonsense and such when I get the chance to do the next bit (hopefully tomorrow, we’ll see if I have time) Thanks as always for the comments and feedback, they mean so much to me.
“Darling, it’s getting later in the day. We should probably get up.”
You groaned softly, curling deeper into the pillows and shook your head. The events of the day slowly started to come back to you as Loki roused you from your sleep.
“Did we really go naked on the beach?” You grumbled tiredly, not daring to ask if Loki had covered you, let alone carried you back naked.
Loki chuckled, propped up on his elbow as he looked down at you. “Afraid so, pet.”
You sighed heavily and straightened up, brushing away your sleep matted hair. “And the day’s not even over. If you mention any word of this to the other Avengers, I will kill you in your sleep.”
Laughing, Loki shook his head, “I would never spoil what happens in the sanctity of one our excursions.”
“Our honeymoon.” You muttered, stretching and yawning. “I keep trying to say it enough times to see if it feels real, but I still can’t believe I’m married to you, like you know…” Even though it was a forgery, it was a damn good one.
Loki chuckled, “I can only imagine what my father might say. Something tactless no doubt.”
“Come on, let’s go see if we can’t find the owner.”
You and Loki rode the tram in relative silence, nothing really needed to be discussed so you merely enjoyed the scenery as it swayed along up the mountain and over the tree tops. It was a beautiful visage, though after some of the places you had traveled to courtesy of SHIELD, it just didn’t impress in quite the same way. Still, you could appreciate it for what it was.
Soon you and Loki were at the shops and you figured it would add to the cover if you tried on a few sun dresses and bought at least one. You also modeled a number of sunglasses, looking for a souvenir for Natasha who you figured was your maid of honor for the wedding. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought Loki’s eyes lingered over your curves as you modeled each dress, a little too interested in how you looked but you brushed it off, pretenses after all.
“My most recent guests! Excellent! I’m sorry I took so long to find you but I imagine you were partaking in the beach today, perhaps in the solitude of your room?” You and Loki turned at the voice of a woman standing near the dressing room, beaming at you and the current dress you were modeling for Loki. “A gorgeous choice my dear, the green suits you marvelously.”
Loki swallowed hard and nodded, “Indeed it does, my love.”
“He calls you love, how charming! Forgive me, my name is Lana Bansch, owner of this fine establishment, and you must be Mr and Mrs Laufeyson, yes?”
You smiled, sharing a name with Loki, then assured her it was fine to call you by your first name.
“Nonsense, I think it’s suiting that you enjoy hearing your new husband’s name as much as possible for the next week, it will ready you for the rest of your life. I can only hope your marriage lasts that long.” Lana beamed. She had a long hawklike nose, platinum blonde hair pulled back into a taut bun and was shockingly tall; just shy of Loki’s height.
Loki stood up slowly, his eyes scanning her face, studying her intently. “You look familiar, have we met some place?” He finally asked. You frowned warily at the forwardness of his comment.
“Well, I did personally design and create this resort, it’s my brainchild if you will. I’ve put my heart and soul into it and I’ve appeared on a number of commercials, perhaps that’s where you’ve seen me?”
Loki nodded slowly, “Of course. It’s truly an honor, if I might shake your hand.”
The woman hesitated, eyes narrowing before slowly extending her hand to Loki. Loki gripped her hand, his thumb smoothing over the inside of her wrist and nodded slowly.
“Glad to meet someone who is pleased with my work.” Lana beamed, revealing a row of fiercely white teeth.
“The pleasure is definitely mine.” Loki turned back to you, “What do you say we get that dress and peruse the hot tubs as you spoke about earlier?” He looked at you pointedly and you quickly nodded.
“That sounds wonderful darling! Let me go change out of this so we can purchase it.”
Lana had quickly pulled her hand away from Loki and watched the exchange pleased, “You look like you could use it, your hands are awfully cold.”
“Agreed, I tend to run a little on the cold side but I’m sure it will do me well.” Loki responded amicably.
You listened from the dressing stall, changing as quickly as you could. Something about their exchange seemed forced but you couldn’t be certain.
“I look forward to seeing the two of you around.” Lana bid the two of you farewell, waving with a broad smile all the while as a nervous cashier rang up your purchases.
Loki took the bag from you, suggesting you stop at the room to grab towels before visiting the hot springs.
“What was that about?” You finally asked within the relative privacy of your hotel room.
Loki looked at you warily, “She definitely knows. I’m suspicious of how private this room is over all, but we should be safe for now.”
“How can you tell?” You lowered your voice.
Loki shook his head, “It’s complicated, when we’re home from our honeymoon, I’ll tell you more, but for now, we should follow our schedule. Tomorrow we should visit maintenance about that problem with the room.”
“Tomorrow?” You asked, realizing he meant to move forward with the mission.
Loki chuckled, “I don’t think we have much longer to wait.”