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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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counter point, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You enrage your perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, by being overtly sexual and inappropriately licking your kitchen counter. Why? Because you can and he's going to get horny regardless. He's going to chase after you with a spoon, so you better run!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; shower smut (fem reader, handjob, thigh riding, nipple play, marking / scratching, fingering, multiple orgasms, one pussy slap); too much wasted water, RIP; non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; please help Jungkook, he's just trying to eat shaved ice, not pop a boner (he does anyway)

yes, the title is a pun it's the best laid plans couple and they're crackheads no need to read the first one, but it's there if you want more

“Don’t.”

You grinned at your boyfriend (Cheshire-cat-style, but make it sexy).

“Listen to me, do not do it.”

You extended you tongue (lizard-style, still sexy).

Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend currently making shaved ice, narrowed his dark brown eyes at you and barked your name sharply (angry-mother-scolding-their-child-style, but make it the hottest man on the fucking planet who you were down to get railed by every second of every day). His ash-blond hair flared out around his strong features, adding to his (horny) fury.

He could pretend to be mad, but you knew better.

You licked the kitchen counter.

“Fucking damnnit!”

You cackled as you licked the fallen syrup and ice combination that was on the kitchen counter, slurping up the fallen solider (a valiant fight, but Jungkook had missed the bowl by accident and he deserved an honorable death).

“I told you I was getting a towel!” Jungkook hissed furiously, shaking the white towel with the cute pink bunny character on it. “Don’t be a nasty heathen!”

“What’s nasty about our kitchen counters?” you countered (ey, yeah, see what happened there). “We clean them all the time.”

You leaned down again and licked the counter, pressing your tongue flat against the granite and making Jungkook growl, to which your responded with wiggling your eyebrows. He shook the towel at you again, but didn’t advance.

“Back, you fiend.”

You straightened and grinned, sauntering over to him and the towel he was using like a rosary and you were the demon he was trying to exorcise (he wasn’t pure enough to be a priest, but then again, that might be your fault).

“But I need the towel to clean up the mess,” you chirped, grinning cheerfully as you closed your hand around the cloth, holding it for a little too long, letting your eyes linger on his tense face, taking in his chiseled jaw, shapely lips, and flashing dark brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You smiled.

Ran your tongue over your upper lip.

“Like what?”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to murder you and fuck you.

(Not at the same time; that would be some serial killer shit.)

“Stop fucking teasing me when you’re not gonna do anything,” he grumbled, pouting slightly as you snatched the towel from him and wiped the counter that you had already licked clean.

“Who, me?” you replied innocently, grabbing the sponge to clean off the granite before wiping the spot once more. “I would never, ever tease you, Jungkook.”

He narrowed his eyes at you until they were lines and jammed his spoon into his shaved ice. “You never wanna fuck right after I work out.”

“Speaking of working out.” You pointed to his large bowl of shaved ice covered in syrup. “Should you have sweets right after working out?”

He clicked his tongue. “I drank my protein shake and I’m hot. Leave me alone.” He shoved a large spoonful into his mouth, still glaring.

(Oh, you’re hot, all right.)

“What a coincidence.”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted in suspicion as you spun around him. “Do I wanna know what’s a coincidence…?”

“I’m also hot.”

And you grabbed the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt (it was his) and pulled it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You threw it at Jungkook’s crotch before prancing out of the kitchen.

“Alright, first of all–”

“Lachimolala,” you sang nonsensically, heading off to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to be alone?”

Jungkook stomped after you, clutching his bowl and still shoving shaved ice in his mouth as he very loudly put in his two cents and pointedly ignored your comments (a skill he developed while dating you, mysterious why that would be).

“I know you’re hot, you’re insanely hot and that’s not fair, and, second, you can’t just take off your clothes and expect me not to follow you, and, three, let me fuck you, damnnit!”

You stuck your head out of the bedroom door and your tongue out of your mouth. “No. You stinky.”

Jungkook looked livid, still holding his spoon and bowl. “Don’t make me put this spoon down, woman.”

“Oh nooooooo, Jungkookie has a spoon, oh nooo!”

“Gimmie those titties! Get your ass over here right now!”

You ran to the bathroom and turned the water on, throwing off your underwear in record time, only for Jungkook to show up and get smacked in the face with your bra and panties (awesome, your aim was improving, all those hours playing FPS games was a sound investment).

Jungkook snarled and shook his head, blond hair flying everywhere, holding his bowl of shaved ice protectively as your underwear scattered around him. He looked ready to scold you, only to freeze and see you standing at the open glass shower door, fully naked.

Grinning.

(Checkmate, he totally wanted to bone you. His shorts were doing nothing to hide his massive tent.)

“See ya.”

And you slunk into the shower and hot water, snapping the door closed behind you, Jungkook fuming and crossing the space in two steps (damn, can you say legs, holy shit) and yanked open the shower door.

“You fucking brat–”

You smirked, water running down your body, tipping your head back to soak your hair, reaching up to slick it back with your tits up. His dark brown eyes ballooned to the size of Dragon Balls (those are pretty big balls, no cap). His shaved ice was rapidly melting from the steam.

A full ten seconds past.

(Kinda cold, bro, please close the door.)

You maintained your smirk, rolling your shoulders to cascade water down your body, down your breasts, dripping off your nipples, curling around the curve of your waist, streaming in rivets across the expanse of your thighs and ass, doing a little half-spin. Jungkook choked a little, eyes completely fixated to your body. You (completely unnecessarily, of course) placed a hand in between your breasts, splaying out your fingers, gliding it down your stomach, making a detour for your hip, sinking your nails into it (his bowl was tipping very dangerously now and the ice was half-gone), curving back to the inside of your thigh and squeezing your thighs around your hand.

(Okay, for real, you can close the door now, Jungkook.)

“Your shaved ice is melting.”

Jungkook started, picking up his jaw off the floor, and whipped his head to his bowl of now sweet ice water. He closed the shower door (finally!) and you breathed out a sigh of relief, finally wiggling under the showerhead to wash away the goosebumps and your frozen tits (you suffered for a good cause, but still), hearing your boyfriend straight-up slurp the rest of his shaved ice (it was practically a drink by now anyway). You pumped some shampoo in your hand and casually started working it into your hair before half-screaming as the door opened again and a very naked, very horny Jungkook invaded your personal space and pinned you against the shower wall.

(You weren’t expecting his speedrun of stripping, that must have been a fucking record!)

You blinked rapidly, trying to swipe the water out of your eyes.

“Jung–”

You didn’t expect to get anything out but you said one syllable before his lips crashed onto yours, spraying water everywhere as he half-entered the raining showerhead (still a bit stinky, tsk tsk), pressing his body against yours, jabbing you with his rock-hard dick (rude). You yelped in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care (probably thought you deserved it, rude), taking your tongue and sucking on it, making you moan, driving his thigh in between yours and pushing it up, water suddenly gushing onto your heat and then hard muscle, you gasping at the contact, tipping your head back with a soft whimper.

Opening your eyes to a slight sting and Jungkook’s half-wet hair, dark silvery-blond curls around his smirking face, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Not so high and mighty now, hm?”

(Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.)

Your eye began to sting very badly.

(Shit.)

“There’s shampoo in my eye,” you choked out.

“Oh shi–”

There was a brief intermission of water torture as Jungkook shoved your head under the showerhead and you did the awkward dance of one eye half-open, half-closed, rinsing out the soap residue while holding your breath and trying not to drown (beauty, grace, and blindness, the trifecta, right?). You yanked your head out with a gleeful sucking in of air, pushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked worriedly.

“Why is no-tears shampoo only for babies?” you complained, wiping your eyes. “Don’t they know horny adults get accosted in the middle of showering sometimes and need that shit? They need to put a warning or I’ll sue.”

He laughed, rich, full, and wonderfully sexy. “I don’t think you’d – ah!”

The second Jungkook let his guard down, you grabbed his dick (sucker), and started pumping him with a flick of your wrist, grinning wildly. He gasped and tried to back up, but you pinned his thigh in between yours and rubbed your slick pussy on his muscle, causing him to sway slightly and plant his hands on the wall beside your head, gasping your name.

“O-oh, fuck…”

You used your other hand to grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing him hungrily, a slightly awkward angle but it didn’t matter because you had him in the palm of your hand now (literally), jacking him off with one and the other stroking his jaw, shuddering at his tongue flitting in your mouth, snaking your own out to meet his, fuck, such soft lips, and he still tasted a little sweet from his icy snack lingering on his tongue. Your hand slid back and cupped his head, fingers in his wet ash-blond hair, rolling your hips on his leg and pumping his swelling length in the other, getting him extra hard again, both of you moaning at the lovely pop of the head being squeezed by your thumb and index, before going right back to furiously kissing as you increased the speed and pressure.

Jungkook always complained about how you never worked out with him, but you always rebutted that said workouts never started because you two were too busy eating face.

(Also, why work out when you can fuck? More fun, more pleasure, less hating yourself as you complete the thirtieth sit-up. Clearly, your boyfriend failed to see the logic.)

“Jungkook, ah…”

One of his strong hands around your waist, arching your back, kissing down your neck, matching your pace with his hips, moaning into your skin, raising his leg even higher as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Now the angle was really awkward, but you refused to give up, readjusting slightly, faster, harder, his mouth all over you, sucking hard, whimpering your name, your arm burning (and he wondered why you had biceps, sheesh), and you clamped his thigh in between yours, the real pleasure being how Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, your name tumbling from his lips, so sexy with his dripping blond locks stuck to his cheeks, tendons standing out on his neck with the strain, thrusting into your hand to increase the pleasure and your arm was going to give out any second now but you just couldn’t, not yet.

“So fucking sexy,” you panted, your free hand tracing his jaw, shoving your thumb into his open lips, sinking your nails into his cheek because he was yours, all yours, and he didn’t care if you marked him up, his eyes rolling back, loving your roughness, wanting it. “Cum for me, come on, Jungkook,” you growled, even faster, even harder, thumb pressed into his lolling tongue and he whined, deep and feral, a mixed gargle of your name and pure ecstasy, cock jerking in your hand, spilling out over your thigh and the shower wall, hot sticky strings before being washed away, you dragging his face to yours, removing your thumb to kiss him again, sighing in relief now that you could slow, squeezing his twitching cock, feeling it drip down your fingers and smearing it all over his now-sensitive skin.

“So good, fuck, you’re so good…”

His hands all over your back, running his nails up and down, ravenous, messy kisses. Your hand stilled, arm burning, but somehow it didn’t matter, adrenaline and lust too much, and you wanted to hold him too, snaking your arms around his waist and digging your nails into his broad back, both of you moaning in unison as your ran lines of pleasure across each other’s backs, hips to hips, wet bodies rolling into each other, your drenched pussy on his hard thigh and his spent cock against your soft thigh.

“My arm almost died,” you gasped, his nails raking down to your hips, sinking into your ass.

“Heh, sorry,” Jungkook snickered (you suspected he wasn’t very sorry). “That’s what you get for teasing me.” (And you were right, hmph.) “This is why you should work out.” (This guy…)

You raised an eyebrow. “So I can make you cum in literal seconds? Your funeral.”

He paused, shifting his eyes. He seemed to be mentally struggling with the idea. “You look so fucking hot in workout clothes though,” he pouted, leaning down to press his chin against your breasts.

Uh oh, Jungkook was giving you puppy eyes now.

“I can wear workout clothes without actually working out,” you frowned. “And you never let me work out anyway because you’re too busy ogling me, and then you jump me mid-squat.”

He groaned, kneading your ass in his hands. “Your ass just looks so fucking good in leggings though… and the way your tits bounce, fuck…”

(Hello, Jungkook? You could, maybe, just look at the naked wet body in front of you right now instead of fantasizing about working out. What is your malfunction?)

You yelped as he buried his face into your tits, tongue snaking out and drawing thick, saliva-covered stripes over your breasts that were quickly washed away, whimpers in your throat once you saw the hungry look in his eyes, his pink tongue now circling your nipple, lowering his leg from between yours, your hands flying up to hold his head onto your chest.

“Ah, Jungkook, please…”

His lips closed in and his fingers grazed your slick slit, pressing circles of pleasure into you, leaning your head against the shower wall, back arched to give more to that perfect mouth, moaning his name, his fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, working you up, sucking your nipple and flicking it with his tongue, waves of pleasure and hot water enveloping you, pushing his wet hair back to look into those dark chocolate orbs, clouded by lust and his desire to make you feel good, already knowing that when you rocked your hips you wanted more, already knowing that when your noises became shallower, more needy, that you needed it harder, closing your eyes, faster, hot and warm from Jungkook and water.

“Yes, fuck, yes, so close, so good, Jungkook, ah, Jungkook!”

You felt the flinch of overwhelming ecstasy, immediately trying to close your legs but he blocked you, planting his thigh between yours to prevent them, your moan turning into a feverish whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“J-Jungkook, w-wait, oh, f-fuck…”

He wasn’t waiting, still stimulating your now throbbing clit, lifting his head to press his lips to yours, whispering hotly, you’re so sexy, so beautiful, I love you to so much, fuck, your brain barely computing language, w-what, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, Jungkook, I love you, fuck, so good, his soft smile on your open lips as your moaned once more, ramming your hips into his hand, eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting up from your core, and Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your wetness, moaning with you, stuffing you with three because you were so, so wet.

“Fuck my hand, come on, wanna feel you…”

You heard hand (seriously? alright, your funeral, Jungkook), and enclosed your fingers around his now hard-again cock.

“Wait, w-what – ah, fuuuuuuuck…”

Your misinterpretation seemed to be a welcome development, your hips moving on their own, pussy clenching around his fingers, your hand a vice around his hard, swollen length, his hips thrusting into your closed fist, and now both of you just chasing pleasure, wet, loud, and hot, the water adding to the noise, skin on skin, your pussy making embarrassing sucking, squishing sounds paired with the rapid slap of your vicious pumping of his cock, feeling so good it was hard to speak, but it didn’t matter because your lips found his lips, and you could tell by his trembling inhale and soft whimpers that he loved you, and he could tell from your breathless gasps and desperate whines that you loved him, and all that made it more intense, better, sexier, perfect.

Your name in that silvery, needy tone, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

His name, followed by, “Shit, me too, fuck!”

(Maybe not your best work, oh well.)

You slapped your hips into his hand, burying his fingers all the way to his knuckles, and groaned, scorching ecstasy overtaking your veins, sparking up your spine and into your head, squeezing your thighs together powerfully, clamping his wrist in your softness. His cock jerked, his gasp in your face as he spilled again, all over your hip and thigh, jamming the throbbing head into your skin and moaning as his orgasm continued spurting out, pulsing, his moan turning into helpless cries as you rubbed the tip on your skin, smearing his cum onto you, his scent so strong you could still smell it despite the water washing it away, loving the way his hard, muscular body felt against you, shivering and vibrating with pleasure, unable to help himself, practically humping your leg to prolong the sensitivity.

Heavy, shuddering breaths.

Water tumbling down, somehow far too hot even though it was getting lukewarm.

(Rest in peace the water bill.)

“Uh… my hand…”

You tensed around it. “I like it here.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frowning. “I’m getting a hand cramp.”

You bit your lip and clenched your core muscles, making him gasp.

“Fuck, I love how tight your pussy can get. Feels like you’re going to break my fingers.”

You relaxed, laughing. “That’d be a fun trip to the emergency room.”

He snickered and leaned in, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You relaxed your thighs and he pulled his fingers out. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

You squeezed the head of his dick mid-kiss and he slapped your pussy in response, making you gasp.

“Brat.”

(Hello, you two, you’re wasting water… aw, shit, here we go again.)

2021.09.01 - birthday drabble

in which jjk attempts to direct porn and you proceed to clown him until he shuts you up by fucking your brains out well dressed

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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platonicone · 4 years

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Devotion - Story of the Oracle and her Shield

Chapter 18 - Catching the falling sky

If I could see myself from someone else’s eyes, what would I see? I wonder…

Once the excitement of sharing Oracle’s powers settled down, they both sat back near the warmth of the fire. While Luna was exhausted, Leon was excited like a kid who had too much candy. Little did Leon know that giving blessing takes a heavy toll on Luna.

“Can we go to sleep now? It’s past midnight already,” she proposed.

“Can we stay up a little longer, please?” he requested.

“It’s past your bedtime young man. You need to go to sleep,” she scolded playfully like a mother scolding her child.

Leon looked at the watch and they still had 15 minutes to go before the meteor shower started. “Just a few more minutes, please.”

“But I am tired,” she complained, with a sigh.

Not wanting to force her Leon proposed, “How about we lay down and talk for a few minutes?”

“Leon wants to talk?” she asked, taken aback. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever?” she asked rhetorically, while touching his forehead to check his temperature.

“Yes, I want to talk. Why is it so strange?” he asked.

“It is strange because this is unlike you. Maybe my essence has changed you and now you are behaving like me,” she added while laughing.

“I don’t know if I should be happy or scared to hear that,” he admitted with a facepalm.

Luna sat on her sleeping bag and gently laid back on her makeshift bed. Leon followed the suit as well and lay comfortably on his sleeping bag.

While staring at the stars Leon couldn’t help but notice, “The stars here are so different from my world.”

“Really?” This topic had piqued her interest.

“Yeah, the moon seems similar but the cluster of stars is all different. What is that constellation called?” he asked, knowing fully that it would engage Luna.

“That one is called Andromeda - the chained maiden. The legend says that she was a beautiful and pious maiden who was chained and left at the sea as a sacrifice but was saved by a brave warrior.”

Pointing at a different cluster she described, “that one is Leonis – The lion.”

“What is the story behind that one?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing. It just looks like a lion,” she shrugged while looking at him. He immediately facepalmed earning laughter from Luna.

Once her laughter died down, she continued her tour of the galaxy. “That one is called Scutum - The shield.”

They stargazed together for a few minutes while making ideal chit-chat. Suddenly, a streak of light ran across the sky. “A shooting star!” she exclaimed, with childlike joy. “Quick. Make a wish.”

‘You are here with me. What more can I wish for?’ he thought. But he refrained from saying it because it sounded too cheesy. So, he settled for his default answer, “Whatever.”

“You are so boring. Forget it. I’ll make a wish. I wish that...” as she was pondering what to wish for, another star fell brightening up the sky. Before she could react to that, another star followed the suit. One after another, the stars seem to be falling from the sky. Leon’s much-anticipated meteor storm was finally here.

It looked like the stars were raining from the sky. She sat up on her sleeping bag, her eyes still glued to the sky. “Wow. This is amazing.”

Leon sat up too, still looking at the sky above. He was about to say something, so he looked at Luna and he froze. Her eyes were lit by the falling stars. An innocent smile played on her face. A light-blue glow was cast on her face from the illuminated sky. He wondered what was more beautiful, stars in the sky above or the star sitting next to him. He snapped out of his momentary stupor and fixated his gaze above.

The meteor rate picked up, and it looked as if the entire sky was falling down. “Is this why you were trying to keep me up?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you. This is so wonderful.”

“You are welcome.”

At the peak intensity of the meteor storm, it felt as if they were traveling through the stars. “This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

“Ya, me too. A cosmic firework,” he remarked, looking at the endless cosmos. He laid back on his sleeping bag and tucked his arms under his head and watched this divine display. Luna too laid back after a while, still mesmerized by the spectacle in the sky.

Neither of them realized when they fell asleep. The temperature fell as the night progressed. The wood in the fire burned out as well. Unconsciously, they snuggled together for warmth. It was as if the blanket of the night brought them together and daylight tore them apart.

Luna was the first one to stir awake. With her eyes still closed, she noticed a rhythmic beating of a heart close to her ears. The next thing to register in her mind was something heavy draped across her shoulder and her legs. She noticed that her left arm was tucked underneath her while her right arm was encompassing something. Overall, she felt the warmth the likes of which she had never experienced before.

Her sleepy mind eventually pieced everything together and realizing what it was, her eyes shot open. Her heartbeat picked up as an irrational fear and an untamed desired dominated her thoughts. She loved his warmth, and that’s why she hated it. She tried to squirm out as quietly as possible as not to wake up Leon, but it was as if their bodies were tangled together.

Leon noticed slight movements next to him and woke up too. It took him a few seconds to register the situation they were in. He immediately retracted his arm and legs as if he had touched a live wire. “I am sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, avoiding any eye contact.

They both got up and went their separate ways to do their morning rituals. The normalcy to their routine returned quickly as it was not the first time they had woken up like this.

Carrying all her essentials, Luna asked Leon, “I am going for a bath, are you coming?”

“Coming,” he replied, flinging a towel across his shoulders.

After concluding their morning rituals, they started packing everything one last time.

Leon was back to his default white undershirt and his short-sleeved jacket. His jacket had a red lion symbol on his left shoulder. He wore three brown belts on his left forearm and had three buckles on his right and left thigh. His black pants sport a vertical zipper going down the side of each leg. He wore two brown belts and two black ones around his hips, all of which were quite loose except for one. He had black gloves with belts on them and wore black zipper-lined shoes.

Luna wore a pink dress with magenta lining and buttons going down the front; all of which were buttoned except for the last two. She had a loose, lilac belt around her waist with a black string tied into a bow on it. She had a black string tied in the same fashion as the one on her belt around her neck and had brown boots.

“I am going to miss this,” she confessed, taking a break from packing.

“Miss what exactly?” he inquired, while removing tent pegs from the ground.

“I am going to miss camping,” she clarified.

“I thought you hated camping,” he commented as he dislodged another peg.

“I’ve grown to like it,” she admitted, folding clothes. “I think more than the camping I am going to miss our car.”

“Our car?” he repeated her words looking at her.

“Okay, technically it is not our car, but you know what I mean.”

“Ya, I will miss it too. But sadly, we have to return it at Wiz Chocobo today, Cindy has arranged for someone to pick it up from there,” he reminded her.

“Wait, where are we going to sleep tonight?” Asked Luna as their situation dawned on her.

Leon took a pause from what he was doing to address her concerns. “From now on we will be staying in a trailer at the outpost.”

“Yuck, those things are nasty,” she remarked, making a disgusting face just to annoy Leon.

“Sorry, Your Highness, I cannot afford anything beyond that,” he mockingly apologizes.

“Traveling with a princess and making her sleep in a trailer. You have no class,” she chided playfully.

“I am sorry, but I am broke,” he said, sounding almost hurt.

“Geez, lighten up. I was just kidding. I will stay anywhere you are. Your company is the only comfort I seek,” she said with a gentle smile.

Leon smiled back in response.

“Besides, last night we slept on the ground, so sleeping in a trailer might actually be an upgrade,” she suggested.

They continued their cleaning up of Haven and packing for the next few minutes. Once everything was packed and placed in the car Leon asked, “Ready to go?”

“Yes, let’s do this,” she affirmed, giving a thumbs up.

“Do you want to drive or should I?” he asked.

“You drive, I will enjoy the luxuries of passenger seat one last time,” she stated, walking towards the passenger side.

“What luxuries?” he asked, taking the driver seat.

“To sit next to you and annoy you while you drive is my luxury,” she added, buckling up.

Leon just rolled his eyes and started the car.

“It’s a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. Do you mind if I open the roof?” she asked, buckling herself in the passenger seat.

“Go ahead,” he replied, reversing the car.

The roof of the car retracted, exposing them to direct sunlight and wind. As the car picked up speed, cool breeze washed over them.

“Leon?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me about your world.”

“What do you want to know about it?”

“It’s a whole new world. Completely different from this one. I wonder how it looks, what kind of technologies and magic you have there. Does the sky, water, terrain, and the mountains look the same? What kind of animals do you have there? What kind of vegetation and flowers do you have there? Do you guys have Chocobo and Moogles over there? So many questions,” her excitement and childlike curiosity was evident in her voice.

“Calm down my curious cat. Let’s see, my home is a giant mobile building magically hovering over the ground. It can fly or float anywhere we want,” he took a brief pause, trying to recollect all other places. “There are a couple of very beautiful beach towns. There are scattered peaceful villages, untouched by the chaos of city life. Speaking of cities, there are cities just like here, full of people and a lot of tall buildings. There is one nation that is very futuristic and feels like it is straight out of science fiction. So overall it’s a lot similar to how it’s here.”

“Interesting.”

“One particular thing odd about my world is that we have a moon, which harbors all the monsters and it sends them hurtling towards our planet after every few years causing major destruction.”

“Monsters flying down from the moon?” she could not believe what she was hearing.

“Yes, it even wiped out an entire civilization once.”

“That sounds scary,” she confessed.

“We have Chocobos there, but Moogles are very rare. Caves, mountains, ocean, sky, vegetation, terrain, and animals are all very similar to here. From what I have seen so far, I think your world is a lot more beautiful than mine.”

“Really?”

“Yes, this world is very scenic compared to ours. But I guess, my world had its own charm so we can’t really compare the two.”

“You know, you are really lucky that you got to see two different worlds. I wish I had that kind of opportunity.”

“I never thought about it that way. I guess it is nice to be able to see two different worlds,” he admitted.

“Leon, take me with you when you go back. I want to see another world and experience its nature, learn about their culture and customs, and go into outer space. It would be so much fun,” she said with childlike innocence.

“Would you come with me?” he asked, playing along with her fantasy. “I can show you a whole new world.”

She nodded with childlike excitement.

After a few minutes of idle chit-chat Luna suddenly realized something, “Before we return the car there is one last thing to do.”

“What would that be?” Leon asked, adjusting his glasses.

“Finish that list of 36 questions. We still have one more set to go,” she announced while getting the book from the front compartment. She had used that paper cutout as a bookmark.

“Not that again,” Leon complained, under his breath. Thanks to the gushing wind, Luna did not hear it.

“Here we go. Set III. Question #25 - Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling ...” Luna reads.

“I’ll start. We like coffee,” she went first.

“We like ice cream,” Leon followed.

“We like this road trip,” she contributed.

“We like sleeping with the stars,” he chimed.

“We like helping others,” she shared.

“We like to live in a fantasy,” he added, running his hand through his hair.

That one sentence was enough to instantly change the mood. Leon saw her expression change and immediately regretted saying it.

Luna brushed it off and continued, “26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share ...”

“I wish I had someone with whom I could share my joys,” Luna admitted with a smile.

“I wish I had someone with whom I could share my fears,” he confessed, which took Luna by surprise.

“Your fears? I did not know you feared anything.”

“I do. I fear losing the people I love. I fear being forgotten. I fear that I will die alone. I fear that I will never be able to go back home. I fear many things. I try not to talk or think about it.”

“I might not be able to quench your fears, but I can cry with you if it helps,” she offered innocently.

He smiled and shook his head. “Thank you.”

After a brief pause, she continued reading the list, “27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.”

“I think we are close friends already, right?” he asked.

“Yes, we are more than close friends, so we can skip this one,” she suggested.

“28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.”

“Where do I even start? You are altruistic, beautiful, courageous, determined, energetic, faithful, graceful, heroic, idealistic, joyful, kind, lovely, modest, naughty, optimistic, perfect, queenly, resilient, smart, talented, uplifting, virtuous, witty, xenial, yern, zesty, and many more,” he listed. With every word, Luna’s blush seemed to get intense.

“You are too kind. I am nowhere close to that description,” she suggested, downplaying the compliment.

“I guess you don’t know yourself well enough then,” he countered.

“My turn,” she began. “You are alluring, brave, creative, discipline, efficient, forgiving, gracious, handsome, intelligent, judicious, knightly, loyal, mature, noble, objective, patient, quiet, resourceful, simple, tactful, understanding, valiant, wise, xaern, youthful, zen and many more,” she highlighted his traits avidly. It was Leon’s turn to blush furiously now.

“Are you sure you were talking about me? I am nowhere close to that,” he doubted.

“I guess you have never seen yourself from my eyes,” she said, fondly looking at him.

Their eyes meet and feelings they tried to suppress resurfaced. Not wanting to fan those flames further, Luna turned her attention to the next question, “29. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.”

“When I found out that you heard what I said to you while I thought you were in a coma, that was very embarrassing for me,” he spoke, after thinking. She laughed upon hearing that, which added more to Leon’s embarrassment.

“For me, it was outside of Lestallum when you almost kissed me in trying to hide my face from the Empire troops,” she mumbled, hoping Leon did not hear it.

“That bad, huh?” he asked with a smile, looking at her. She was blushing furiously.

To avoid any further embarrassment, she quickly read the next question, “30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?”

“The last time I cried in front of someone was when I had that nightmare,” she recalled that chilling image. “The last time I cried by myself was after our last fight.”

“Sorry,” he apologized immediately.

“It’s okay. Your turn now.”

“Last time I cried in front of anyone was probably when I was a child. Last time I cried by myself was when I realized that there was no way out of time compression. I thought I was going to die there.”

It seemed like the mood in the car swung between joy and pain with each question.

“31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.” She was glad this was a more upbeat question.

“I love your laughter,” Leon replied instantly.

“I love your shy smile,” she added looking at him.

“Next question,” Leon requested, as he felt her eyes on him.

“32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?”

“Not sure. Maybe my duty?” he offered, sounding unsure.

“For me, it would be my faith. It is very sacred to me.”

Leon made a mental note never to joke about it.

“33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?”

“One thing I would regret is not saying to her that I love her more than anything in this world. Why haven’t I done it? Because I don’t know how she would react.”

‘Is he talking about her? Or me?’ she wondered.

“Same for me. Never telling him that I love him with all my heart and soul. I have never said it because I am afraid of what might happen after that.” She took a leaf from Leon’s playbook and kept it equally vague.

‘Him? Noctis? Or me?’ he wondered.

“34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?”

“My gunblade and Griever pendent,” he stated.

She suddenly realized that she hadn’t seen his pendent or ring today. She wondered why he was not wearing it anymore. ‘Maybe I’ll ask him later.’

“For me, it would have to be my staff.”

“35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?”

“Ravus. He is the only family I have,” she said, looking down.

“Not applicable. No family here.”

“Am I not part of your family?” she asked, slightly getting offended.

“You. You are very important to me, but I don’t know how to classify you. It’s complicated.”

“Fair enough,” she acknowledged with a nod.

“36. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.”

“What would you do if you were stuck in an unknown world with no memories?”

“Create a new one,” she replied instantly. “Sometimes, you seemed to get stuck in the past to the point you can no longer enjoy the present moment.”

“I see,” he contemplated on her answer.

“What would you do if you knew your fate, but couldn’t change it?”

“If you cannot change the situation, then change yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“The only difference between a problem and a challenge is the mindset. The situation doesn’t change, your attitude towards it can change your perspective. If you have no power to change something, then change your mindset towards it. How you can make the best out of a given situation? Instead of succumbing to fate, thinking about alternative ways to accomplish it.”

“Alternative ways to accomplish it, now that’s an interesting thought,” she wondered.

“I feel, sometimes, your single-minded approach stifles your creativity.”

“Interesting,” she said, thinking about his advice.

She looked at the cutout of paper and ordered, “Leon, pullover.”

“What happened?” he asked, getting alarmed.

“I’ll tell you. Pullover first.”

Once the car was pulled over on the should of the road, she narrated, “that last activity requires us to stare into each other’s eyes silently for four minutes.”

“What? You had me pull over for that?” he said, with disappointment.

“Yes, we have to do this.”

“No, we don’t. This is silly.”

“Oh, come on, you did 36 questions. What is one more? This will complete this activity.”

“Fine. Whatever,” he succumbed, not wanting to argue about it. He retracted the roof of the car.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Giving us some privacy. People would think we are crazy if they saw us like that.”

She just laughed in response.

“I am starting the timer. 3…2…1… go.”

They felt like they were isolated from the world as they started into each other’s eyes. It was uncomfortable at first, but they settled in quickly. Their shyness was quickly replaced by a feeling they were not familiar with. It was a thrilling and terrifying experience for both. Seeing softness, compassion. and love in the eyes was the thrilling part. The terrifying part was being observed by someone so intently. Unable to glance away, there was nowhere to hide. It felt like being exposed and vulnerable. Perhaps being vulnerable together was what made this effective.

‘I could keep staring into his dreamy blue eyes forever. It’s like looking into an endless ocean.’

‘I never noticed how beautiful her eyes are. In my defense, I never stared at her like that. It would be creepy if I randomly go up to people and stare into their eyes.’

‘They say that the eyes are the windows to your soul. I wonder what he sees in mine?’

‘Her eyes feel so warm, carrying, and full of life. Just looking at her eyes makes me feel calm. I wonder what she sees in mine.’

‘His eyes seem to carry a storm of emotions. Love, fear, rage, all mixed together, making it for a wonderful viewing.’

As the timer went off, a wave of relief washed over them. They were equally happy and sad that it was over. It was a strange, exquisite, and intimate experience.

“That was weird. In a good way. You have beautiful eyes,” Luna was the first one to speak.

“Thank you. I was born with it,” he said, without thinking. She started laughing.

“Sorry. That was a surreal experience. I am still getting back to my senses,” he admitted.

“It’s alright. I think it was fun.”

“It was scary at first, but I felt comfortable after the first minute.”

“Same for me.”

She folded the paper and kept in her pocket. “Thank you, Arthur Aron, for this wonderful list.”

“Who is that?” he inquired, starting the car.

“He is the scientist who made this list.”

Their last car ride together was peaceful and enjoyable. They made small talks and recollected some of their fond memories in this car. Before they realized they were already by the Wiz Chocobo outpost.

Author's notes:

In case you didn't know, psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron and his colleagues had published a study called 'The experimental generation of interpersonal closeness: A procedure and some preliminary findings' with these 36 questions. It is commonly refereed to as 36 Questions That Lead to Love. I thought it would be a great tool to develop these two characters (Leon and Luna) and understand their complex relationship.

Please leave a comment if you have enjoyed the story so far. Would love to chat with some of my readers. Or at least say 'Hi' so I know someone is readying this. Thanks :)

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Irked

Title: Irked

Author: lokilover9 Chapter: #24 Rating:Teen Notes: Movies ~ Crimson Peak, Tom Hiddleston & Jessica Chastain ~ The Witches of Eastwick, Jack Nicholson, Cher, Susan Sarandon & Michelle Pfieffer

Coco made Shandi bold and a tad unpredictable, but most of her sense returned after lunch. One openly frisky move towards Nat or Loki, might sour Clint for the entire mission and have Tony suiting up. Vodka was Nats inhibition crusher and with Shandi ‘her’ weakness, she opted to take it slow. While the ladies swam again, Loki chatted up Clint.

“I’ve chosen hunting and fencing as my hobbies to have in common with Shamus.”

That earned him a look. “The latter I could envision, but hunting? As royals, weren’t your beasts served already cooked?”

“Odin believed the skill to mine and Thor’s advantages. It sharpens marksmanship, teaches alertness, survival skills and other tactics critical for battle. Lost in any woods without food or knowledge of how to catch it, is a death sentence.”

“Interesting.”

“What?” Asked Loki.

“Turns out we’ve something in common. My father took me camping and hunting for years. Did my first kill at age thirteen, a large hare.”

“I was eleven, a small boar, Thor twelve, a wild turkey.”

Clint chuckled at the image. “It’s unfortunate Tony forbade my specialty as means of gaining leverage with Shamus. Archery being his favorite. Too risky for recognition though.”

Centuries prior, advanced sorcery had rendered archery useless to Loki, so his next statement required some pride swallowing. “Perhaps through me, ‘we’ still can. Given I’m under orders to conceal all magic.”

“Wait. Is the God of Mischief asking a lowly Midgardian to teach him a specialty?”

Loki sighed. “Yes and I do not consider Midgardians lowly. I’ve dabbled in the skill, yet long before you were a twitch in your father’s loins.”

“Ask nicely, Cactus.”

“Very well. Will you please hone my skills in archery, Cupid? No pun intended.”

“Consider it done. You’ll need various targets.”

“I’m aware. Should any end up animals however, your gutting them. A ghastly task I refuse.”

“Don’t like getting your hands dirty, Prince?”

“I master at killing and skinning.”

“Then who’d be responsible for clean up?”

“You as well, the stench is nauseating. Afterwards, I’ll season and marinate while you prepare the fire.”

“And just like that, you expect me to comply? What if I protest by hiding the matches?”

“Be my guest. I’m still not removing the innards.” ***** Huddled in a corner of the deep end, Nat whispered to Shandi. “Cavemen Grog and Igor, planning their next hunt. Watch them murder a skunk.”

Shandi smiled. “At least they’re bonding.” ***** “Interesting this connection through marriage with Obadiah’s niece?” Loki commented.

“Very.” Said Clint. “It’s scary imagining the bloodshed that fucker would’ve caused had he taken over Stark Industries. Tony has S.H.I.E.L.D. working overtime, investigating every distribution of his weapons since this began.”

“The goal being they’re limited to America’s military?”

“Impossible, unfortunately. Some were distributed to allies, but it’s no secret the all mighty dollar rules every black market. The right price could easily entice a duplicator.”

“Certainly he thought this plausible, beforehand?”

“Another yes and contracts were made with strict specifications, but I think this Taser issue finally destroyed Tony’s trust in people. She didn’t like it, but he increased Peppers security again.”

“As of when?”

“Shortly before we left.”

Loki was fully aware his return majorly influenced Tony’s trust issues. S.H.I.E.L.D never discovered the Avengers death threat culprits, yet Stark highly suspected some came from home. “I regret my presence the catalyst for that necessity.”

“Tony’s appreciative. He told us about your call, Cactus. Thought it pretty decent.” Clint smirked and shook his head. “I still can’t believe that shithead’s gonna be a dad.”

“Tin Man’s a good human. I think he’ll take to fatherhood well.”

“Me too. Earth could certainly use more benevolent geniuses.” ***** Shandi suddenly untied Nats bikini top and swam off. “Luckily we’re still in the deep end and you’re knocked up woman, or I’d have your one piece over the fence.” ***** “Want your first lesson, Cactus? We can ditch these two for a time.”

“That’s questionable.”

“Nat would kill to protect her if that’s your worry. Besides, I’ve concluded their shenanigans a mischievous farce.”

‘Norns man, how blind can you be?’

They weren’t in the woods long, before returning with Clint rather disgruntled.

“Problem?” Asked Nat.

“You could say that. What took me years to master, took him only hours. Fuck it, I’m returning in my next life as a God.”

“Eh he he he. I’ll welcome that as a compliment, Cupid. Yet of what. Vodka?”

“If the shoe fits!” Shandi blurted from the rec room.

“The Queen of Unruliness has spoken.” Announced Loki. Everyone laughed and when Clint went to indulge, he addressed Nat. “Has she had more coco?”

“Why, does the fallout concern you?” A lazy smile gave her buzz away.

“Explain, ‘handful,’ Kroshka?”

Nat spoke quietly. “That was the first sign of trouble. Brazenness, which inevitably worsens. Then she gets comically affectionate so stay away. Have you set the house alarm yet?”

“No, why?”

“She tends to wander.”

“She what?”

“Trust me, just do it. Oh and no tickling. It’s highly problematic.”

A chuckle escaped him. “How so?”

Shandis voice cut in again. “You comin’ back Natskies?”

“I’ll fill you in later.” She whispered. “Join us. We’re watching ‘Witches of Eastwick.’”

“A personal favorite of theirs.” Added Clint, passing with a tall drink. “Poor old Jack subjected to such a beating.”

“It was long overdue, baby cakes.”

Loki spent most of his evening keeping an eye on Shandi, but not closely enough. After dinner she rapidly graduated beyond tipsy, despite him adding extra ice and less alcohol to her drinks. At one point when spotting her sneaking up the backstairs, he followed invisible and watched her gulp straight coco from a bottle in her closet. ‘Well, well. Thieved from the pantry have we?’ When she left, two were teleported to the Jags trunk, leaving behind the one presently refrigerated. An hour later she snuck off again and returned looking very confused. ‘Not so clever now, are you darling?’

Before the evening ended, she wiped out during a slide attempt down the hall in slippery socks, used telekinesis to accidentally propel a small frying pan at Clints package, meant for Loki’s ass while he cooked dinner, topped a shot of his whiskey off with whipped cream, kept hugging Nat, kissed her once on the lips and tripped the alarm for a dip in the pool. When it first sounded, he was upstairs and Nat was waiting on her in the rec room. Upon meeting at the kitchens sliding door, she was the first to comment on their discovery.

“Damn Cactus, looks like you missed her little strip tease.”

Loki glanced at Shandis clothes on the floor. “Are those her panties in that pile?”

“Aren’t they enticing, so black and lacy? Take a closer look.”

His eyes playfully narrowed. “You’re somewhat enjoying my plight of longing.”

Nat snorted. “A little.“

“Listen Midgardian she devil, why is she so inebriated when I’ve diluted her drinks for hours?”

“I may have helped.”

Luckily Cupid was asleep as Shandi tried luring Nat and Loki out with her. “Heyyyy guys! Come on in, I’m nekked!”

Loki smirked and was about to speak again, when a loud splash occurred. “Did she just…”

“Leap off the diving board? Yep, ya missed that too.”

‘Fuck.’ “Why, Kroshka?”

“Yo Natskies, tits make amazin’ buoys! Come out an’ play!”

“That’s why.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“She’s freaking hilarious.”

“Give her anymore alcohol and you’re sleeping in the truck.”

“Pshh..just for that, you go get her.”

“And risk Cupid venturing downstairs? I think not.”

“He’s toast. You scared of a little boner?”

“‘Little?’”

“Ooooh..she gonna like you.”

“Kroshka.”

“Okay, don’t get your nuggets in a knot. I'll…”

Shandi appeared at the door wrapped in a towel forgotten outside. “You done discussin’ testies? I gotta pee.”

Loki was resetting the alarm when hearing a ruckus from the back stairs and thought them kidding around. Minutes later, Nat seeked him for help. Shandi had lost her footing on the second step down, smacked her injured hand on the landing and reopened her wound.

“She’s in the ensuite.”

Loki gave her a look. “Perhaps you should sleep in the shed instead. We’ve some neighbors residing there, I’m certain would enjoy making your acquaintance.”

“I get it Romeo, now be off. Your damsels in distress.”

He found Shandi perched on the counter with a small towel around her hand. “May I take a took? You’ve torn this further.”

“Yeah, I smacked it pretty hard.”

One gentle caress from his finger numbed her discomfort. “If you aren’t more careful, you’ll stunt the healing.”

“I know.”

Magic re closed the wound, but this time Loki decided to bandage it himself. While preparing supplies, her next words startled him.

“You must think me a moron.”

“Not in the least, Shandi. Yet may I advise you refrain from further drink?”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I’m pleased.” To ease her evident embarrassment, he jested. “Tell me, was there a desired outcome of Nat and I accepting your skinny dipping offer?”

Her face flushed as the image conjured Nats fantasy. “I…no, nothing specific.”

“Oh? All three of us, ‘nekked,’ your natures buoys bobbing above the waves.”

“What waves?”

“The ones my cannonball into the deep end would inevitably create?”

She chuckled, then fixated on how attentively he was wrapping the gauze.

“Your wheels are turning again. What are you thinking about? Try saying nothing specific and I’ll never believe it.”

‘Aren’t my cheeks red enough already?’ “Your hands.” She bashfully replied.

“What about them?”

‘If that hand to penis size ratio is true…’ “They’re big, yet..very gentle.”

After securing the gauze, he softly kissed one corner of her mouth. “Gentle like that?“ His lips then traced the contour of her jaw, stopped beneath her lobe and Shandis eyes rolled back when he nipped and lightly sucked at her pulse. "Or is this your preference?”

“Both.” She breathlessly whispered as her core rippled.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Nat disrupted their moment when entering the bedroom. “Bloods cleaned up in the hall.” One glance at them revealed something was up and she smiled. “I’ll be downstairs searching Netflix.”

Loki helped Shandi down. “Join her, hm? I’ll be there soon.”

She left and snuggled to up to Nat in one corner of the sectional. “Stop staring at me.”

Nat chuckled. “I know that look. You’ve been left wanting.”

“Oh shuddup.”

Loki entered after calming his hormones, stretched out opposite them and Shandi eyed him. ‘Panty melting little shit.’ “I still can’t fathom how you can just ‘poof’ anything into existence.”

“‘Poof?’” He asked, amused.

“She’s obsessed with that word.” Said Nat.

“Will you please show me more of your magic one day?”

Her tone and expression held that childlike innocence he now adored, but wanted to move things along. “Of course. Do you ladies like horror movies? I’ve been curious of a one ‘Crimson Peak.’”

“Sure.” Said Nat. “Although beautiful tends to squeeze the ‘shit out of the nearest pillow or arm throughout.” She smirked at Shandis stink eye and after the movie began, quietly whispered something to her.

“But what about…”

“We’d hear him long beforehand, go.”

Loki was pleasantly surprised when Shandi snuggled up to him instead.

“Can I stay here a bit?”

“You may stay as long as you wish.” The movie wasn’t half over when she drifted off. “Why did you suggest this Kroshka?”

"After all we’ve discussed, haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Loki was ninety percent certain of why, yet doubt forever plagued him that anyone could truly want him. His heart needed that final assurance and he waited for it.

“Shandis right where she wants to be, Cactus. What are you waiting for?”

Those words meant more than Nat would ever know, but he had a plan. “I thought of letting her come to me. Tell me the story behind the pickles?”

The last time Shandi overindulged in coco, was at Nats for dinner. She asked for a large pickle from the fridge and did a selacios presentation of oral with it. When Nat praised her, Clint chimed in. He’d been napping and secretly watched from the hall. “Well done. A talent no woman should be without if you ask me.” Nat said Shandi never turned a deeper shade of scarlet.

Loki smiled. “I couldn’t agree with him more.”

“Not a word, Cactus. I mean it.”

“Never and the tickling?”

“Nope, you figure it out. Just do ‘not’ try it in public.”

"Very well. I’ll take your advice, but will definitely indulge.”

Unbeknownst to Nat, Loki presently possessed another secret. His magic was emitting subliminal messages through the television, to hypnotize her. Once they refocused on the movie, her eyes fell shut and he began.

“You will answer all my questions, truthfully Natasha. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Is Tony withholding any information from me, regarding the Allfather?”

“No.”

“Why must I keep things more professional around Clint?”

“Tony asked us to keep a close eye on your behavior and report back. Clint can’t know anything.”

"I understand.” Having his most worrisome questions answered, obliterated any need to eavesdrop on her and Clint. All further enquiries, regarded Shandi. “Explain the difficult road Shandi has ahead. You said this while she slept.”

“All the secrecy and loss of freedom will make things hard.”

“Explain further, please?”

“When our missions over and we’ve returned to the Tower.”

Her response could only mean one thing. “Have you previously assumed we’d become a couple?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Since you met.”

Loki’s mouth fell open. “What exactly are you saying, Natasha?”

“Her heart’s never been the same since that day, like yours.”

He froze, not only astonished to learn Nat had grasped his immediate experience, but more that he’d affected Shandi so profoundly. “Despite my behavior?”

“Her beautiful heart had faith in you.”

“Did she tell you this?”

“No…I just knew.”

‘Norns, Pet. Your heavens have sent me an angel.’

“Earlier, Shandi called herself a moron. Does she frequently self criticize?”

Nat deeply frowned. “Only sometimes.”

“You seem angered by this. Why?” Loki thought Nat would admit to loving Shandi. Instead, he received a more intriguing response.

“It’s that word. Shandis mother frequently used it to degrade her and it stuck. Bitch said the telekinesis was why friends and lovers always left them. But Shandi was brave and stopped him.”

“Stopped who and from what?”

“The bitches last lover. He’s why Shandi was abandoned.”

Loki probed further and learned the man had attempted molesting Shandi, but her Telekinesis stopped him. When confronted, he denied it and Shandi was accused of lying. A beating followed and several days later, she was abandoned.

“Exactly how?”

Shandis mother took them by bus, to a large church in a neighboring town. They snuck in as people stood to pray, settling near the back. When everyone sang, Shandi was told to lay in silence beneath the pew ahead and remain there while her mother used the washroom. Mommy never returned and Shandi wasn’t found until later that evening when a cleaner heard her crying. By then, she’d soiled herself and was terrified to come out for fear of harsher punishment. Now Loki understood why she’d gotten so defensive when he teased her during their drive to the Palisades. He further concluded she’d used Telekinesis to protect herself from future molestations and beatings, hence the numerous moves from one home to another.

“Thank you Natasha, you’ve been very helpful.”

Loki finished the hypnotism by putting her to sleep, then kissed Shandis head. ‘Your mother is fortunate to never experience my wrath. Forgive me for wishing her ill.’

Later, he was helping her to bed when a loud thud came from Clints room. “What’s this fixation you Midgardians have, getting better acquainted with floors following alcohol consumption? Even Tin Man’s fallen victim.”

Shandi chuckled. “I’ve yet to witness that.”

“You may never. Pepper’s gotten strict since the last occurance.“

Shandi was pretty tired so they bid each other goodnight. Loki waited a time and after relieving her hangover, received a text. “You awake, brother? I’ve just returned from Asgard.”

“Delivering my progress report?”

“Please don’t, Loki?”

“What couldn’t wait until dawn, Thor?”

“Iris’s father recently passed.”

“How?”

“His Mistress slashed his throat while he slept.”

A wicked grin formed on Loki’s face. “How tragic I cannot express my gratitude.”

“Mother feels the same and sends her love.”

Their correspondence ended, but his grin remained. ‘Ahh, king evil has finally perished. Enjoy your eternity with Satan.’

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