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Prompt + Summary: “Okay…this is new,” Dark World AU. I’m not saying anymore. 

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Fandom(s): Marvel, MCU, Tom Hiddleston 

Warnings: Minor swearing, smut

PART ONE

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As far as bad days go, this one was royally kicking your butt. The last two weeks, in general, had been relatively awful, but today you had just about had enough. You had reached the breaking point and you knew you were about to blow in one way or another.

Your research was going down the pan. Quite literally too, the readings were becoming more and more sporadic and more often than not the equipment was just breaking down. Even with the help of Loki’s brilliant mind, everything was falling to shit.

And then there’s Loki himself. It had been two weeks since the kiss and he had hardly uttered two words to you. His promise of “tomorrow” never came and given his reputation, you did not want to be the one to try and approach such a subject. It certainly did not help that Loki was acting as if he were repulsed by you again. He would come out of the bedroom around dinner time, say a simple
“Good evening, Y/N,” and would eat in silence before sitting with you doing whatever and him reading on the couch. The silence had almost completely flipped after the kiss, where there used to be a pleasant atmosphere of two people who just didn’t feel the need to fill every moment with words it was now always slightly tense, constantly on the edge of being uncomfortable. There was very clearly an elephant squishing itself onto your minuscule couch and while Loki seemed perfectly content to ignore it, the damn thing was keeping you constantly jumpy and on edge. Your nerves were shot to pieces and you were sure Loki could sense it. He had reverted back to leaving very shortly after sitting with you and he, too, seemed tense. He would sit stiff and flick distractedly through his book before standing abruptly to leave. You were nervous and tense, which was making him uncomfortable and so you chased each other around in some kind of demonic circle of stiff silence and avoiding the kiss-shaped elephant.

It did not help that you were completely and utterly obsessed with Loki; he was like the plague and you were most definitely infected. He had taken over everything, clouding every waking thought and even when you were sleeping the feel of his kiss was dancing through your mind. When you were working it was as if he was sat there, perched on a shelf in your brain, swinging his legs and constantly reminding you of him, keeping you just distracted enough that you could safely say your ability to focus had been damaged beyond repair. When you were together you were constantly hyper-aware of his very presence, you would catch yourself staring more often than not and would look away, cursing yourself to hell and back whilst praying he didn’t notice. If he was anywhere near you, you were reduced to a bundle of obsessive nerves and you could feel yourself beginning to develop what was virtually a nervous twitch. If anything, you were almost glad that he wasn’t paying you any attention because it was more than likely that you would be reduced to nothing more than a blushing, stumbling mess.

Which brings you back to what was currently the big, puss-filled, swollen head on the pimple of bad days.

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