Just a dream: Loki x fem!reader

Chapter 30 - And we drink!

The team was sprawled about with booze lining the tables and drinks in hand, though Peter had Cola. "Take a sip every time someone says Sophie or Howl, every time someone goes through the magic door, turnip head shows up, something falls off the moving castle, you see a top hat or Howl changes forms," Wanda puts up the sheet next to the screen.

"Drink every time Howl uses magic, and two when Calcifer says something sassy," you add on to the paper and settle back next to Loki.

"And why didn't we choose Spirited away?"

"Howl," you and Wanda state with hostility making your eyes meet.

"Black hair," you narrow your gaze.

"Blonde hair," she shoots back.

"Ginger," Peter adds making you smack a pillow into his face. "Ow! You just have a damn magic kink, christ," he groans with a smirk.

"Talk to me when you confess your love for Ned, Pete," ruffling his hair playfully, the spiderling scoffs in offence as Loki looked from you to the screen with a tilted yet confused smile. Shrugging ever-so-slightly in self-content, he realised: maybe there was a chance for him? Or another point for him to tease you with.

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Everyone was half a drink from being passed-out drunk... maybe except you, Loki, Wanda, Vision and Peter. Glasses were strewn with beer bottles and Vodka bottles stacked up like a tower.

With assassins swinging from web ropes they made after stealing Peter's equipment before he went to bed, the super soldiers and Falcon were singing like a barber quartet as Tony and Bruce were screaming nonsense about how they ship Tesla and Edison as an enemies to lovers. Wanda and Vision were far gone and Tony couldn't stop making sex jokes about the two while Pietro gagged and pleaded for mercy. As for the gods and you? Well, a friendly game of cards was done and you could tell Loki was cheating using his magic.

"You're cheating!" You lay down your cards as they shimmered green to change.

"Mhm, it seems you've had too much to drink, Y/n," Loki leaned back against the couch, one leg stretched out and the other arched up as he rested his card-holding-hand on his knee.

"Thor, back me up," you whisper to the god who was passed out. "See?"

"You're delusional,"

"You're a sore loser,"

"You're a weak mortal," he leans forward as you raise a challenging brow.

Crawling over slightly, you smirk. "You're a sad excuse of a god,"

"I hate you," Loki says back with a tug at his lips, finger lifting your chin.

"Feeling's are mutual," you reply with a pout as his hand dropped to his tie, struggling to loosen it. Taking the opportunity, you move around and straddle him to quicken the process. "You're useless,"

"You're in my lap," he notes as you shrug.

"It was bound to happen," eyeing his creeping blush, you curl the tie around your hand before tugging it slightly toward you. "Silver tongue turn to led, your highness?"

His hand traced up your thigh, shivers emitting from your body until he pulled your hand from his tie. "Darling, you're drunk," the hands he pulled away were now put on his shoulders.

"Am not! And stop calling me darling," both your arms crossed as he laughed lightly. "Don't laugh!" You whine.

"You know you're a brat right?" His words made you still for a moment, his grin expanding. "You're drunk," he persists. "Let's get you to bed-"

"I'll show you drunk," you declare, grabbing his drink and fighting off his hands as you let the Asgardian liquor slip down your throat smoothly.

"That was my drink!"

"Boohoo, go cry about it,"

Loki summons Thor's flask quickly, popping it open. "That will surely get you drunk... so I guess I should as well," his thumb wiped your lip before metal met glass and he let the flask drain into his stomach.

"WE SHOULD GET A PET!" Steve gasps with his own Asgard liquor spilling.

"YES!" Everyone shouts suddenly, Peter and the disheveled witch-Android couple rushing out with wide eyes. Loki was quick to push you off in a new drunk excitement.

"In the car!"

"Mr Stark-"

"Car!" Tony dragged the 'r' as he did with Clint. "Kachow!"

"Mobius?" You whisper in confusion before shrugging and jumping on Steve to be carried away.

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"Oh! Uhm, Mr Stark! We were just closing up, you needed something?" Instead of going to a pet store, Tony chose a shelter.

"Hi~ here's a cheque for 50 thousand dollars, we're here to adopt a pet or two,"

"O-oh!" The slip of paper was handed over to the man who widened his eyes at the amount before leading the drunk team in.

Loki walked ever so gracefully compared to the rest though there were a few stumbles which you snickered at before falling face first into the ground.

Barks and meows filled the main room which a few charged right into while Sam, Clint, Pietro, Vision and Wanda went to the smaller animals; birds, hamsters and the such.

Cap and Bucky rushed for the dogs, cooing to a boxer-mix named Dodger. Thor and Bruce fell in love with a rabbit named Brutus as Nat started to play with a small ginger cat.

As for Tony and Peter? Tony was watching Peter wait for a shy puppy to trust him, a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. You believed her name was Tessa. Ha.

Loki and you walked side by side down the narrow hall, practically shoulder to shoulder as he bantered about how annoying you were for following him.

Shooting back insults to him, you stopped and saw a black cat with green eyes. It was small and frail, shying away from you in the corner of the cage as the other perfectly healthy cats were all tagged as adopted.

"Hello, darling,"

Loki watched as you bent down in front of the cage. His eyes softened at the sight of the cat who looked terrified of the two of you. In his drunken state of mind he swore he saw a bit of himself in the cat, internally connecting the dots; abandoned, unwanted and different. It didn't click to him in that moment but he was suddenly under a subconscious obligation to help the feline.

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- Anna ❤️