Loki x Reader part 4

Later that afternoon, your aunt sweeps into the living room, finding you and Loki arguing on the floor. She smiles lightly and notices a deck of cards scattered around you both.

“You cheated, that’s the only explanation!” You accuse the dark haired male in front of you.

“I can assure you that I did no such thing.” He calmly replies. You send a glare his way before continuing your tirade.

“You’re the freaking God of Mischief! Of course you would cheat!” With a huff, you cross your arms over your chest, ending the discussion. Your aunt steps in before Loki could come back with a witty response.

“Hey, [First Name], can you and Loki run a few errands for me?”  

“Um, I’m not sure.” You admit, remembering that a wanted criminal is in your house.

“Of course. Shall we take our leave?” Loki ignores your earlier answer. A smirk spreads across his pale face at your exasperated look.

“Great! Here’s the list of things we need.” Your aunt hands Loki the list and exits the room before any further protest. You spin on your heels to face the Asgardian.

“In case you haven’t realized it yet, but you’re a wanted criminal.” Your [Eye Color] eyes stare down his piercing emerald ones. “Wouldn’t S.H.I.E.L.D. find you if you’re out in public?”  

“If it bothers you that greatly, I suppose I can change my appearance.” He states, walking into the nearby bathroom.

“Wait… What?” You stare blankly at the closed door, wondering just how he can change his appearance just like that. ‘Well, I suppose all gods can do that.’ A moment later the door opens and out comes… Loki? You reason that, yes, this person does look similar to the Asgardian in question, but with a few minor changes. Instead of longish pitch-black hair, there’s short, curly chestnut locks. The only other major change is his sun kissed skin. His attire consists of a white undershirt with a black leather jacket, a grey scarf tucked into his jacket, and dark denim jeans.

“Am I suitable to go out now?” He asks, with slight irritation in his voice. Truthfully, you thought he looked better before; what with being all tall, dark, and handsome, but you were not about to voice that aloud.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

***

Your first stop is at the local drug store. You glance down at the list, scanning it over for all the items you need. Once you and Loki are inside, you hand him a red basket.

“You’ll be carrying it.” You drop it into his arms to hold as you start walking down an aisle. You pick up some deodorant and a tube of toothpaste, dumping the items into the basket. Loki peers into the basket before shaking his head, muttering about ‘strange mortal customs’. After you check your list for the next product, you pause. ‘Oh this is going to be sooo awkward.’ Sighing, you head over to where the feminine products are located. You hurriedly snatch a box of pads from the shelf, thus placing them into the basket without having to answer questions.

“What are these?” Loki suspiciously picks the box.

“Nothing. Okay, let’s go check out.” However, Loki senses that the topic is making you edgy.

“Always Infinity.” He reads from the box. “Interesting name.” You grab the box, while shoving it back into the container.

“If I tell what they are, will you shut up about it?” Loki nods, curious as to what these are. You lean up towards his ear to inform him about the wonders of being a female.

“Y-You bleed where?” He exclaims, taking a step back from you.

“You’re the one that wanted to know.” You shrug, ambling towards the cashier. He follows once he’s composed himself. After you pay, you hand the bag to Loki, making him the pack mule for today.

“You expect me to bear all of these useless objects throughout the day?”

“Oh come on, they aren’t all useless.” You smirk at him as he recalls the earlier incident. “Anyways, before we go shopping, do you want to catch a bite to eat?” Loki gives a terse nod. “So what do you like? Mexican, Italian...?” You list off, waiting for an answer.

“Chinese.” He remarks, finding a sign for Panda Express up ahead.

“Chinese it is then!” You take his hand to lead him down a couple blocks. All the while, faint protests call for you to let go. You finally reach your destination. Still holding the Asgardian’s hand, you pull him into the small restaurant and up to the long counter.

“Shanghai Angus Steak.” He orders coolly. For a moment, it looked like the cashier was about to faint. You repress a snicker, deciding to order your meal.

“I’ll have [Food Choice].” You reach for your purse to get out money for the food, when a tan hand lays down a couple bills. You gaze up at Loki, wondering where he could have gotten the money.

“Is something the matter?” A sly grin plastered on his face. “Are you admiring my handsome appearance?” You scoff at the thought.

“As if. You looked a lot better before.” You mumble the last part in a hushed tone.

“What was that?” Loki bends forward, closer to you. You panic as you conclude that he most likely heard you.  The cashier diverts your attention as the tray with your order thumps against the counter.

“Here’s your order.” She smiles sweetly at Loki then sneers at you. You meet her expression with one of disdain. You briefly wonder if she spat in your food while it was being prepared.

“Thank you.” You put as much venom as you can into the word. She responds by simply shoving the tray, rather harshly, into your hands.

“Have a nice day.” She merrily calls to Mr. Womanizer. You find a seat next to the windows, giving you a view of skyscrapers, traffic jams, and pedestrians roaming around. You pick up your chopsticks, and you snap them apart, harshly.

“It seems like you have a girlfriend.” You grumble as you shovel [Food Name] into your mouth.

“I do?” He looks at you questioningly. You give him a deadpan expression.

“Seriously? That cashier was totally flirting with you!” Loki turns his head to look back at her. Sure, she appears pretty on the outside with golden hair and bright blue eyes, but you truly thought Loki could do better personality wise. The blond winks at Loki, only to have him look on passively.

“She is just a desperate human, longing for attention. Pay her no mind.” Loki informs you, biting a piece of asparagus. “Unless, you are jealous.” He leers at you from across the table.

“W-What? No! I’m not-” His raised brow cuts you off. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Is it not obvious? You are rather fond of my dashing looks.” You break out laughing, giving him a lopsided grin as you collect yourself.  

“Keep dreaming, Lokeo.” You finish your meal, walking over to the trashcans to throw away the trash. You peer out the window, finding a car fly by it. The stone in your pocket warms against your thigh, alerting you.  In a heartbeat, Loki is by your side, observing the crisis.

“We must leave, immediately.” He grabs your wrist with his ice-cold hand, leading you to the back of the restaurant.

“What’s going on?” You call above the shouts of everyone racing to see what happened.

“Thanos has found us.”