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Isn't bite also touch?

Chapter five, check chapter four here!

(Loki X Female demon!reader)

Chapter's summary: You and Loki get closer despite last night.

It's fair to say Loki suffered the whole night, the nightmares were unstoppable. He should have thought about the possibility of your revenge being far from sweet, you —he assumed it was your fault, at least —tortured him the whole night. He was unable to rest properly.

And you looked him in the eyes by the morning with a guiltless smile as if nothing happened, filled with forged innocence. He attempted to ignore you as best as he could.

Although he should have known better, knowing you're a petulant little demon looking forward to feeding off of his annoyance. Loki had successfully hidden his earlier, prominent eye bags from lack of sleep to cover with a neater disguise.

“Did she manage to eat your soul?” Stark taunted Loki with clear amusement in his voice.

The god rolled his eyes, “Just a bad night.” He blows off the steam of his hot Midgardian beverage they drink first thing in the morning. Giving a temptive drink to experiment and wincing in response. “How do you people even drink this?!”

You give him a curious look that takes over the joy you were feeling from watching him. Lifting a mug of your own coffee to your lips.

“This is diabolical.” Your eyes closed strongly, flinching from the taste. “It makes me want to vomit!” You said not so dramatically, it may as well be true.

“There's no need to offend coffee, you're just a bunch of aliens,” Stark snapped, everyone could see he wasn't really offended, just looking for means of annoying you two more.

“This is why I always drink my morning tea,” Bruce lifted his tea and took a sip. “It's delicious, and…I have to…stay calm. It really helps.” He shrugged, glancing at the two of you.

“I think Loki would love this one, considering his European accent and kingliness and–” Tony pointed out and Bruce was shaking his head to him, gesturing to cut the sentence short.

Loki refused to entertain the mortals in their aspects about him, and also, strongly refused to take another sip of the offending coffee.

“I wanna try this one!” You offered your open hands towards the green mug that was filled by tea.

“No, no,” Bruce refused hesitantly, afraid of your reaction. “This one's mine.” He explained quietly.

“Oh.” You tilted your head but nodded in understanding.

“Here, girl,” Nat passed you a mug out of nowhere, you weren't paying much attention. You accepted warmly.

“Thank you.” You take a sip of the tea, and you agree that it tastes much better than you expected it to. You licked your lips learning the taste of the drink.

Next thing you do is push the mug towards Loki, startling him with the hurriedness. You see he flinched and you visibly recoiled at that, trying to make yourself smaller and offering him your best kind smile. A silent apology.

“This might be your thing.” You press the part beneath the mug pushing it a bit up in presentation, “Try it! I think the taste is acceptable.”

Anyone else could try to point your powers as responsible for this, but Loki looked a bit convinced, resisting a small fight with himself from your previous reaction, also from the horrible coffee he had just tried. He licked his lips before bringing the mug up to sip.

His eyes seemed softer now, even though he was still tired.

“It's not as offensive as the other one.” He shook the mug on his hands, and gave you a small smile.

The atmosphere was better than expected from the day before. The Avengers were trying to adapt to the change and were trying to remain accepting as long as there aren't any suspicious occurrences from the both of you.

Over the rest of the day, you tried to induce him to talk to you more, he seemed so friendly during breakfast you just couldn't resist.

“What if we just pretend last night never happened?” You suggested with a smirk.

He smiles at you, “You think this changes anything? I still don't trust you,” He paid his attention to the book again.

“I don't think you trust anyone.” You said looking down, “That's kind of the point in your title, being the god of Lies.” You explained.

“Are you saying I have to be alone?” He amusedly mixed your words. “I know I'm a trickster, but there's no need–”

“If that were the case I'd have to be alone too.” You raised your eyebrow to him and gave him a smile. “No, we can be together.” You playfully punch his arm.

He changed his expression once again to become stern, not admiring the fact you lightly punched him.

“So…” He says your name, and you remember that you told everyone your real name, “you weren't lying? That's really your name?”

“Yes, it is. And you should use it more than just call me 'demoness' everytime.” You don't miss the opportunity to say, and keep going. “Come on,” Your voice had a singing tone with an equally devilish grin, “I consider you a friend.”

“A friend?” His eyebrows almost jumped out of his face, he still had to fight not to show his mirth. “Didn't know you tried to bed all your friends.”

“Well, I can justify it by telling you: I don't have many.” You started, still smiling.

“And I can see why.” He moved to the other page of his book, mentally noting he'll need to read the previous one again some other time.

“Don't be like that.” You were all too happy to say, “As your brother said, we're deceivers by nature!” You closed your fists up in excitement, almost contaging him with your glee. He didn't fight his smile this time, and that made yours wider. “We have to unite! Against those normal…humans. Don't you think?” You grabbed his hand when claiming an union.

“You really try to be manipulative, don't you?” He was looking at you so intensely it almost made you embarrassed. You had to recompose yourself, you were surprised to see his good mood.

You forgot to notice he grew quite used to your clinginess, and didn't try to stop the closure. You also didn't realize his fingers softly learned how yours felt against his. It's been a long time since he experienced touch.

“I try and I can be.” You said petulantly. “And you know it.” You lifted your chin high.

“I said it last night, I won't be tricked by your evilness, your traitorous complexion. It just won't ever work on me…” He said the words whilst you looked up at him in awe looking every bit very puppy-like, to a point he felt he wasn't even describing you as a demon. “Demon, demonic indeed, but I can't deny you're very cute.”

Your smile was beyond elated. “I do love to see your determination,” Trying to get a hold of your sheepish expression, feeling your face warm. “But hey, you did compliment me, I guess that counts to say we're friends at this point.”

“Sure thing, I did compliment you.” He shook his head, cheerful. “Just not sure about the "friend" thing.” He quoted with his fingers.

“No? You prefer something more?” You leaned towards him, as the embodiment of glee itself, batting your eyes at him. Your flirting just non-stopping.

He didn't have time to respond as agent Hill — as you soon learned her name— entered the room and claimed to need you for an obligatory test. Which made you look tremendously puzzled, looking from Loki to her, in question.

“Me? But– why?” You ask as she quickly makes her way to pull you by your arm to lift you up, which you don't appreciate.

“Mandatory examination will be required of your form for a S.H.I.E.L.D study on what we're dealing with, it's been made with every living being in this building, if you don't believe me,” She stopped to grab some files to present to you. “We'll need you both to cooperate.” She looked at Loki looking like she didn't want to get to this part.

“Why him, too?” Your frown deepened. “Thor should be enough representation to discover how Asgardians are.”

Loki ignored your gaze and looked elsewhere, looking incredibly ashamed all of a sudden. Taking away the comfortable atmosphere you both had built before, that made you feel a pang in your heart, you could feel his discomfort.

This feeling was completely abnormal to you, almost unrecognizable, but you could sense the fragility was human.

“Loki's anatomy is different because he's not Asgardian, he's…something else. I won't remember the name now.” She sighed, clearly just wanting to get her work done. “God, these aliens…”

“You didn't want to warn me because you're aware I'll deny.” He said affirmingly. Still refusing to look.

“What are you?” You questioned blissfully unaware. The bad discomfort you shared is now being replaced by your curiosity.

“Could you not act like an insolent pest for once?” He snapped. You just tilted your head and gave him a smile. This part of his thoughts was so deeply rooted and refused, you couldn't casually access it with mind-reading.

“Sure, man…” You tried not to let your smile disappear, your answer made him feel guilty for snapping. But on his behalf, you do behave pretty insolent.

“I have work to do, so, if you will.” She gestured out to move to the examining room. Your face fell at the expectation, you don't enjoy collaborating with whatever their plans are.

“What are these for?” You asked once again, clicking on the screen that was floating in front of you.

“DON'T PLAY WITH THAT!” Tony screamed, “It's very serious! It's not a toy!” He hurried to protect his invention from your senseless tapping.

“How was I supposed to know?” You say, annoyed now, crossing your arms.

“For how long do you live on Earth? Or did you get off the ground of a cemetery like…last week?” He asked, pointing to your face and being ironic.

“Mock me one more time, Stark, I dare you. And the next thing going under the ground will be–”

“Ok, everything ready. You just need to enter that room. We'll start with an X-ray then we'll move to your dentary tests.” Loki was side-by-side with Maria while she pressed the options on another screen and said the instructions. He curiously leaned trying to see over her shoulder as if trying to understand them better by that. And see the information on the tiny screen on her hands.

“Dentary…?” You said the word very slowly. “What is it about my teeth that needs to be studied?”

“We need to check your fangs, nothing much, but still required.” Maria stops to glance at Loki and give him a look to scold him off, he just shifts in place ruffling, probably for being caught, and crossing his arms like a spoiled child but trying to still act nonchalant. “Then we'll need a photo for an identity.”

That makes you think for yourself, live with the humans so mix with the human rules, you guessed. Quickly making something in your mind, and reminding yourself of the times you shape-shifted into other people, never showing your real face before.

You sighed but nodded, the X-ray left you confused by their techniques.

And then, the dental care was news to you. Their gloves felt too artificial and noisy, it was making you unsteady to participate in their plan. Poor dentist seems terrified of you purposefully biting his finger off.

The photoshooting came to be a lot easier than what you had in mind, you didn't know if the relief from getting out of the claws of a 'dentist' was enough to make you okay with anything else. Their cameras' flashes were so light and quick it's almost unnoticeable. Then you remembered they work with post-traumatized victims most of the time, it's a necessary tool, and seemed even more necessary during Loki's turn.

“It's good to have a photo of you that's unmasked.” Fury tried to make a light joke. You crossed your arms but nothing that wasn't allowed during the shooting.

“I'm surprised by how calm you are, Loki's not acting so postured, and keeps refusing to give them the photos willingly.” Thor said, entering the room.

You scowled, “Is he okay?” Your timbre was high against your will.

“Don't frown, keep a blank face, it's for a document.” Said the person behind the camera. You don't really care for their name.

“I don't care, if you guys are forcing him–”

“Relax, it's just necessary measures, Loki more than anyone should enjoy the camera's attention.” Stark brought to the conversation, he related to the statement he just said. “At least, I would.” He dramatically tilted his head royally. “Cameraman, if you're done taking pictures of the demon you might get happy to know I'm more than free to appear on the headlines.”

You huffed, bothered. If they don't need you anymore you might as well see how Loki is.

You try to make your way to the other room until Thor blocks the way, oblivious to your intentions, just looking all too happy to talk to you about his first ever time having to be their model for Asgardian identity. He gives you a warm smile, beginning to wander off and start talking about how different humans are from his people, which you attempt to politely figure out a manner to make sure you're not being rude.

You begin politely nodding your head and trying to gaze off his shoulder, lifting yourself a bit on your feet to try and see something. You fail and sigh defeated.

Meanwhile, Loki watches as you and his brother from what he thought was you two getting along way more. From this perspective, it comes as obvious to him that you're warming up quickly to the team, warming up just very well. He doesn't know how to muddle down this saddened emotion but he for sure won't just stand as you get too friendly with his brother.

Friend, friend, friend thing. Bullshit. It was all talk, how could he ever compare? He didn't even know why his emotions were on the edge like this. Or why he feels this way.

Later, as you finally find Loki you give him a familiar smile at this point. He wondered how your jaw didn't hurt from this, but then again, demon anatomy wasn't exactly his speciality.

Loki asks immediately, breaking any greetings you could give to him, "I didn't know you had a thing for golden boys. What is it in my brother that attracts you so much?”

You backed off a bit in surprise but the twinkle in your eyes certainly didn't go away. “What's wrong, Loki?” You gave him a soft smile so caring he could throw anything he questioned away and give his soul to you in that moment.

He rolls his eyes as a simple excuse to also break off eye contact. So you keep speaking.

“Is it about Thor?” Your amusement could reach the sky by how perceptible it was. “Let's see…” You pretend to think. “Maybe the fact he's never left me out his room for the night? Is that a good answer?”

Loki didn't know you weren't keen on what Thor had been telling you, but he didn't need to know that.

“Also, it's not like they don't have their appeal.” You shrug, he just stares. “They are so easy to corrupt, and they try to do their best for the weak… Sweet things they are. Have you seen the Cap?” You mention the American pride. “Oh the hero he is, makes so much for my reckless soul, I would think I'm high off their goodness.” You lick your lips. You were lying to him of course, but the thoughts were still legit.

“Like they're angels? That entices you?” He tried to remain at your level in tone of voice. But you shivered as he said the word 'angel', no, not that.

“No.” You were fast to deny. “No, not angels. I–I–I don't…” You stuttered for a second then put yourself together for once. “I don't like angels.”

His merriment was now present on his face, he caught something that made you shiver.

“I find it fascinating how you don't enjoy it when I mention religious entities.” He tilts his head up arrogantly looking down at you, unknowingly making your insides burn with the way he's staring. Last night came to your mind as you admired his features. “I think I found something that makes you weak…” He purls in your ear, breathing out the last word like he's your rival and just now found out your deepest weakness. “What's wrong with angels, hm? Do you mind telling me?” His eyes were convincing and sparkling with mischief.

He enjoyed taking ahead of any game you two might play, you tilt your head up too trying to mimic him but just not to looking the same, and bite your lips.

“If I told you I'd let you in…” You said surprisingly truthfully. “And that's not something I want.”

“I thought we were friends.” He feigned shock by gaping theatrically. “You said you considered me your friend.” He accused, bringing your words back to you.

“Yes. A deceitful friend. One that's trustworthy in a matter of tricks and making up plans.” You tried to explain with all the seriousness you could muster.

“You wound me, darling.” He spoke not seriously, you divert your attention to the pet name that came instinctively out of his mouth. Now you're the one that's gaping surprisedly, like a fish. He remains composed and actually chuckles from your expression to his words. “Demoness,” He calls you as if quickly trying to correct the pet name from before, “as friends, you should trust me with your secrets.”

You close your mouth and press your eyes together in distress. “Not this. Never about this. Let's just do something else.” You try to reach for his arm and change the subject but he is determined, slipping away from your predictable grasp.

“We can't do anything else.” He brings up trying to put down his gloom. “You'll try to lure me to your charms again.” He accuses and you pretend not to hear it.

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