When Loki was taken by the TVA, he is forced to watch a montage of what could've been his future. In that montage, he finds out that he will fall in love with a young Midgardian woman, who he would've met a year after the Battle of New York.
And thi...
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"Is it working? The device that Thor got for you?" Anya asks Wanda the next morning as she pours herself some coffee.
Wanda hums as she bites into her toast. "Barely. I think I'm out of range. Sokovia is a bit far from New Jersey, you know." She teasingly reminds and Anya nods in agreement. "I still think we should go back to America."
Anya chuckles incredulously. "We are never going back."
Wanda sighs at her dismissive tone. "I just want to find him."
Anya walks over to her and reaches for Wanda's hand from across the table. "I know you do. And you will, without going to America."
Wanda smiles appreciatively and the footsteps pad towards the kitchen. Loki enters the room and Anya immediately flushes while looking away to sip her coffee.
"Good morning, ladies." Loki smiles charmingly at them.
Wanda just raises her brows at him and continues having her breakfast to ignore him. Loki awkwardly nods and looks at Anya, who refuses to meet his eyes. Loki almost sighs loudly, and he settles for having coffee as well, and the coffee machine just happens to be right next to Anya.
He looks at her. "How are you?"
"I'm good," she says in such a cheerful voice. "You?"
"I'm fantastic." Loki forces a smile, taking his coffee. "I shall be by the riverbanks if any of you need me."
"Okay," Anya watches him leave the kitchen. She doesn't even notice the way her gaze lingered until she saw the suspicious look on Wanda's face. "What?"
Wanda stares at her for a moment and her eyes widened. "Oh, my God. Something happened between you two."
Anya scoffs and turns to get some water. "What do you mean?" She drinks some water and when she turns around to look at Wanda, she was already in front of her. Anya gasps and jumps back. "Jesus! What—"
"I can tell if you're lying, Anya."
Anya stares back at her and sighs in defeat. "Nothing happened."
A hint of mirth appears in Wanda's face. "You kissed him, didn't you?" Anya hesitates, and Wanda's mirth increased. "He kissed you?" Anya continues to look reluctant, and it makes Wanda's amusement disappear. "Oh, my God. You didn't..." she trails off and sees the wince on Anya's face. Wanda's eyes widen and she covers her mouth. "Anya, oh my God."
"Anya..." Loki whispers softly into her lips, and sighs as she rolls her hips into his.
In her silence, Wanda stares at her in confusion while Anya covers her reddening face with her palms. "Nothing happened, okay? I'm fine. He's just..."
...gripping her waist as he litters urgent kisses on her neck and jaw. Anya gasps as he pulls away to keep their eyes locked before he leans in again to press soft kisses on her pale neck. Anya closes her eyes and runs her fingers through his hair as she slowly grinds down against him, their clothes are starting to feel suffocating. Loki lifts his head from her neck and has this hungry gaze in his eyes, but is still held back by the respectful prince inside him. The mere expression on his face could make her tremble on his lap.
