How Was Your Night?
Another Loki x Valkyrie I wrote out. I’ve got a few other short drabbles planned out for them. I hope I can get them written. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one.
How Was Your Night?
It’s nearing midnight when Valkyrie returns to her room. She’s not nearly as drunk as she could be, but she does wobble a bit when taking her shoes off. Everything else stays on, she doesn’t feel like fighting with her buckles and belts and clasps. She just wants to sleep.
She all but falls face first into the rumpled bed. The blankets are twisted, lumped together and Val lazily fights with them until she’s under them. When she’s finally comfortable, her eyes drop shut and she settles. Sleep is only a few moments—
Someone is watching her.
Val tenses, her body going rigid and her jaw clenching. It takes her a moment because she keeps her eyes closed but eventually she hears a huff of breath.
“I’m surprised you didn’t notice me before.” He’s not whispering, but his voice doesn’t disturb the quiet of the room. “A little too much ale?”
“Not nearly enough,” Val replies. “You just got here, I heard you…materialize.”
He’s silent for a moment and Val slowly opens her eyes, setting them upon him instantly. He’s in the corner, dressed in black shadows and eyes glinting. Val raises an eyebrow at him.
Loki smirks at her and shrugs. “Did you have a good time with Thor?”
Val narrows her gaze at him. Trying to decide whether or not his question is double-sided. “A drink is a drink. No matter who’s buying.”
He blinks at her answer. Val shifts in the bed and rubs her eyes. “Is there something you wanted or did you just drop by to make sure I wasn’t screwing your brother?”
Loki snarls at her, his lip curled up. “He’s not my brother.”
Val rolls her eyes and pulls a pillow to her chest. She burrows into the pillow. “So you’re confirming that’s the reason you’re here?” She drawls out, closing her eyes.
Loki sputters a bit, glaring at her from across the room. “Are you always like this?”
Val shrugs. “Usually.”
He gets to his feet and begins pacing at the foot of her bed. “I don’t understand you.” He said more to himself than her.
Val looks at him. “What’s there to understand?”
“My brother adores you, he’s always up under you working to hold your attention,” Loki grumbled. “It’s nauseating.”
Val laughs loudly, picking up to her head to fully look at Loki. “And here I thought the God of Mischief would be way better at hiding his jealousy.”
Loki glares. “I’m not jealous.”
“Clearly.” She deadpans.
He keeps on pacing and she returns her head to the pillow. “If you’ve got nothing else to say—“
“What are you going to do once we get to Midgard?” He interrupts her. Green eyes watching her intently.
Val shrugs slowly, she hasn’t really considered it. She knows that humans look like Asgardians, just weaker but Bruce is the first “human” she’s ever seen. And he doesn’t even really count.
“Dunno.” She says finally. “Guess we’ll see what I do when we get there.”
Loki looks at her from the corner of his eye. “You will follow Thor.” He states. “Fight at his side, until the end.”
Val closes her eyes. “Probably, to be fair though.” She pulls the blanket up over her shoulder. “You’ve kinda already beat me to that.”
His footsteps hesitate for a moment as if what she’s said has caught him off guard. Val breaths deeply, nearly ignoring him in favor of the sleep that’s starting to cling to her.
“I do not follow him.” He sounds offended. It makes her lips twitch up.
“Look,” she sighed dramatically. “Either get in or get out.” She held up the blanket behind her.
The silence stretches to the point that her arm hurts from where it hands in the air. Val rolls her eyes open and squints at him.
The god is standing at the foot of her bed. He’s frowning at her, confusion clear on his face. Val notes that he shifts nervously and meets her eyes.
“Well?” She cocks her eyebrow at him.
Loki hesitates. “You’re sure?”
Val looks at him blankly. “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” She lets her arm drop and rolls fully back to her side. The pillow pulled close to her chest. “Get in the bed Loki, I’m tired.”
She settles into the pillow, ready to hopefully sleep until noon the next day. For a long moment, the room is completely silent; Val wonders if Loki’s disappeared and she missed it.
Then the floorboard creaks and the foot of her bed dips down. He’s slow in his movements, removing his shoes and pulling off his shirt. The bed dips more and closer to her, the covers lift and a heavy weight settles behind her.
Val counts out her breaths slowly, waiting for Loki to relax.
“I do not understand you.”
Loki presses his chest to Val’s back, her armor digging into his skin. Under the blanket, long fingers trace her covered back.
“Maybe I’m not for you to understand,” Val says lightly. “You can’t know everything.”
He taps a finger against the bottom buckle of her vest. “Take this off.”
Val smirks, her hand reaching down to guide his to the front easier clasps. “You take it off me.” She says simply.
Loki keeps his movements slow. His hand taking its time with each one. Bowing his head forward, the god pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. He freezes after he pulls back, he’s just now realizing what he’s done.
Val bites her lip and rolls back against him, she’s tucked closed and stares up at him.
“What’s wrong?” She asks pointedly.
Loki shakes his head. He’s only got two more claps to go before she’ll be able to slip the garment over her head.
“This is not how I expecting this to go.”
Val snorted, closing her eyes and gripping his forearm. “Right, you thought I’d be screwing Thor.”
Loki growled in his throat. “I knew you wouldn’t be.” He snipped, leaning down close. “He’s not your type.”
“So you came to my room and asked about him why?” She ignores the second half of what he said. Whether or not Thor is her type is irrelevant.
His shoulders jerk a shrug and cranes his neck to bite her ear. “Was curious to hear your response.” He whispered.
Val shivers a bit, pressing her shoulder closer to him. He’s working purposely slow on the last clasp. “You were looking for a fight.”
Loki grins, pinching her earlobe between his teeth. “Possibly.”
When the last clasp on her vest comes undone, Loki slides his hand back down her torso. He grips the hem of it and rugs up. Val pushes herself up, sitting so that she’s balanced and can lift her arms. Loki pulls the vest over her head, pausing halfway through to gather her hair and move in out of the way of the buckles.
Once she’s free of it, Val takes the vest from Loki and tosses onto the floor. They meet eyes as she settles back into the bed.
“You didn’t have to try to start a fight you know.” Val reaches up and tucks some of his long hair behind his ear. “Coulda just asked to come to bed.”
Loki rolled his eyes and leaned down. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.” He grins and kisses the corner of her mouth.
“Next time.” She muses. He moves to kiss her chin and Val ducks her head down. Pressing her lips to his roughly and sloppily.
Loki brings his hand up to cup her cheek and tilt her head. Guiding her closer to him and deepening the kiss.
Soon it turns heated, as she arches up against his bare chest. Their skin warm and soft against each other. Val fists one hand in his hair, pulling him back from her a bit.
“This doesn’t change anything.”
He’s laughing before she’s even finished her sentence. Loki cranes his neck against the grip she’s got on his hair. He kisses a line across her collarbone.
“Of course it doesn’t.” He agreed, skimming his fingers over her right nipple. “It can never be anything. And we know that.”