Musically Gifted. (Loki x Reader)

I genuinely blame Tom Hiddleston for this....this random thing.
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Dialogue Prompt: "I'm not as bad as the books say, you know." "Quiet, evil one." "Ooh, name-calling - So fearsome."

Warnings: Cussing.

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You glared at the smirking blue-eyed male before you.
"Really, mortal. I fail to understand why you're so upset. You should be honored by my lateness, that I would even show up to this...ahem, 'fake shit'."[1]
He combed his fingers through his uncharacteristically disheveled hair after his statement, no doubt feeling like he had this 'human' thing down. You were sure if you continued to glower at the taller 'man', your face would freeze that way.
Honestly, you felt that it would be for a worthy cause.
You opened your mouth to respond to him, snarky comment ready on the tip of your tongue, when what he said finally registered in the midst of your angry thoughts.

"Loki. Have you been listening to Kanye West again?"
He had the audacity to have a proud grin.
"You need to calm down with your need to understand every aspect of humanity." You let out a frustrated sigh. "God, you have a problem."
"I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem."[2]
His deep dulcet voice coupled with his melodious accent usually had you swooning, although on the inside. He didn't need the ego boost. However, at that very moment, it was his particular choice of words that had the milk you had been holding promptly slip out of your fingers, spilling everywhere.

He was going to be the death of you.

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You were currently hiding on your bed, wrapped up in your bed sheets and your duvet. Thank God your bed was rarely made, otherwise the Norse god in the next room would have been suspicious of the lump you had curled into. After a few minutes of nothing but quiet, you assumed that he had gone off to whatever it was that he normally did when he wasn't driving you absolutely crazy.
Slowly, you edged a hand out of the covers and wiggled your fingers a bit.
No response. Perfect.

Still cocooned in the sheets, you threw off the duvet and uncurled your fist to reveal the object on your palm. Your tiny iPod nano. You fumbled with it for a few seconds as you detached it from the earphones tangled around it.
"Finally!"

You had grabbed the device from the room of a certain free-loading, supposed to be mythical Norse god after he had misused it far too much for you to handle. At first when you realised that he had taken an odd, though flattering, liking to you and wasn't going to leave your house any time soon, you had handed him the music player to keep him occupied and out of your hair while you worked.
That worked out well for a few days until he figured out how to properly use the electrical contraption, weeks before you had anticipated.
You got a rude awakening one Saturday morning when the bare-chested, sweatpants clad man entered your bedroom 'singing'.
"Craaaawling in my skiiiiiin!"[3]
You flailed about in your sleepy haze before falling out of bed.

You were pretty sure that what you were feeling in that moment, was what victory felt like. Your finger tip hovered over the 'Power Off' feature when suddenly, you were toppled onto your front, with your hands missing a very significant item.
You turned around, appendages half-wrapped in sheets, your expression an example of pure distress.
"Loki, please. Please don't! No wait!"

Completely disregarding you (as usual), the black-haired male simply slipped the small plastics into his ears before pressing a few buttons on the device.
You jumped at him to rip the offending gadget from him, when he easily evaded you. Tripping over your bed sheet prison, you flopped awkwardly onto the floor; the demi-god in question rested a top your sprawled out form to prevent you from interrupting him once more.
"Please Loki..."
You tried to reason with him one final time. His blue eyes shifted to yours from the iPod. A sadistic, but still very sexy smirk was your only reply before...
"Breath in, now breath out, hands up, now hands down! Back up, back up! Tell me what you're gonna do now?"

You groaned into the sheets still around you as your head made contact with the cold ground
"No, silly mortal." The amused male above you flicked your forehead in mock chastisement. You raised your head to growl at him, while he still fixed you with his more than entertained gaze.
"What?"
"You keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' what?" [4]

This was it. This was how you died.

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Yup, this was definitely how you were going to die. You huddled deeper into the neck of your turtleneck sweater, praying that either the audience that your company had drawn would combust into nothing-ness, or you would.
The source of the attention wasn't even bothered to respond to the crowd that had gathered around the two of you, content with only your reaction.

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens~"
"Loki..."
"Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens~"
"Loki."
"Brown paper packages tied up with string; these are a few of my favourite things~"
"Loki!" If you whisper-shouted at the man one more time, you felt your throat would bleed itself out of existence.

Pretending to have only just heard you, his glimmering blue eyes shifted over to your embarrassed distraught face. He seemed to be struggling to keep a straight face.
"Yes, human?"
"What are you doing? Stop! You can sing all you want when we get home!"
"Aww! Look, she's so adorable! I'm jealous that she gets to take such a gorgeous, talented man home..." A female voice from the audience cooed softly as she watched your interaction.
'No, lady. You do not want to...actually, yes. Please take this overgrown child with you.' You pleaded in your head.

A slight breeze passed through the area, rustling leaves in the trees and the edge of your light sundress, resting peacefully just above your knees. Honestly, you were still trying to understand how the tall figure seated next to you got you to wear the article of clothing, especially when out with him.
'Damned trickster god.'

"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes~"
Your cheeks immediately flared up with heat as you felt his fingers ghost over your knees, gently tickling the skin not covered by the dress.
"Loki I swear if you don't shut up, I'm going to tell everyone here that you're actually the asshole that tore up New York."

He paused in his singing long enough for you to think that you had actually won that round. He then leaned his lithe form over yours, nearly completely covering your left side. His long fingers slid under your chin, delicately tracing the skin there.
It was almost...affectionate.
"Well, (Name). If you do that, you'll simply be an accomplice to this 'criminal'."
"I was held against my will. Or...or you had me under mind-control."
His laugh reverberated from his chest to your side, quickening your heart rate.
"But in reality, we both know I clearly had no need to."

Regardless of the fact that that hadn't stumped your argument, you bit your lip as another wave of heat flooded your cheeks.
"I hate you."
"I'm not as bad as the books say, you know."
"Quiet, evil one."
"Ooh, name-calling - So fearsome."
His laugh that time was much louder and made the 'fangirls', who were surprisingly still watching the two of you, squeal in giddiness.
"You are a few of my favourite things~" [5]
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..
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"I'm not an object!"