Prompt from @SnakePerson (ao3 user): I really REALLY just want to see this interaction:

Loki: So... you and Henry, huh?

Y/N: Yeah... and you and Amber.

Loki: ...

Y/N: ...

Loki: I know you're just doing it to upset me so you can stop it now, it's not working.

Y/N: I have no idea what you're talking about, and if, hypothetically, I did, if it wasn't working then why would you want me to stop? But of course I have no idea what you're talking about. 

A/N: I saw this prompt, sat down to write it immediately and didn't stop until it was finished. here's the result, not edited or proof read at all as always lmao. hope you enjoy, and keep sending prompts!<3

...

You're in your office, and the door is shut.

It's been a week since you went on your first date with Henry, but that doesn't mean that the sound of Loki making Amber laugh makes you want to put their heads through a wall any less.

Yesterday he had laughed. You're the only person who has been able to make him laugh since he got here. The sound had almost made you feel physically ill.

It doesn't matter though, because you're with Henry now. And you're with him because you really like him, not for any other reason, not because you can't stand seeing Loki with someone while you stand alone.

You're lying to yourself. You know it's wrong, but you're in far too deep now.

Tonight you're going out to a fancy restaurant and Henry will probably ask you to be his girlfriend and you're going to say yes. Because you want to.

You really, really want to.

The door to your office swings open and Loki walks in. Your heart jumps to your throat at the sight of him.

God, pull yourself together Y/N.

"Come in." you say sarcastically, looking at him with disdain. Too much disdain? You don't want him to think you hate him. You try to rearrange your features to reflect friendly hatred. Loki squints at you.

"What are you doing with your face?"

"I'm just looking at you."

"You look like you're in pain."

You can't help it, laughter bubbles in your throat and bursts out of you. He looks pleased with himself, briefly, and your heart leaps again.

Stop it.

"It's lunch. Why are you moping in here?"

"I'm working. You do know that I work here, don't you?" you ask him. He rolls his eyes, and for a second you forget how to breathe.

"Want some company?" he asks.

"Yeah, sure." you reply, kicking the chair opposite you out from your desk gently and trying to conceal the large smile which is trying to spread across your face.

"So," Loki says as he sits down, leaning back.

"So..." you prompt.

"You and Henry, huh?"

You almost drop the coffee you're holding. He'd noticed?

"Yeah... and you and Amber." you reply, largely without thinking.

Loki just nods slowly, watching you. You nod back at him, pulling and face as if to say 'and..?'.

"I know you're just doing it to make me jealous, so you can stop it now. It's not working." he says, not quite smiling. Something's happening in your chest; you can't decide whether you like it or not.

"The sheer size of your ego is staggering." you scoff, shaking your head as though in disbelief. Loki just raises an eyebrow, and you physically feel your breath hitch in your throat.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, and if, hypothetically, I did, why would you want me to stop if it wasn't working?"

Loki presses his lips together tightly, and there's the smile. Is it entirely forced, like yours is?

"You're not mean enough to string someone along like that anyway." Loki says, watching you closely. Does he know? He can't. But the way he's looking at you...

No, he's not looking at you like anything. You're just messing around.

"You are." you tell him, leaning back in your chair. A muscle goes in his jaw, but his face remains unchanged.

"Meaning what?"

You shrug innocently, nodding towards the door, towards Amber.

"You think I'm trying to make you jealous?" Loki scoffs, a little too humorously for your liking. You shrug, raising an eyebrow as he had.

"You're the God of Mischief, I can't imagine you'd be as straightforward about it as you are being." you tell him, realising that what you are saying is actually true.

Loki stands up abruptly, but he's smiling.

"You amuse me." he tells you over his shoulder as he makes for the door.

"Glad to hear it." you smile, leaning forward again.

"Where are you going tonight?" he asks you as he reaches the door.

"Oh... this place called Oceana-"

"Well, we'll see you there then." Loki says with a look of mild surprise on his face.

"You... what?"

"Amber and I are going there tonight too."

It's only when he's gone that you realise you hadn't said anything about you and Henry going out tonight.

Loki's POV

He walks into Amber's office, and she throws him a pretty smile which he's learnt to tolerate.

"How would you like to go out for dinner tonight?" he asks her. Her face lights up.

...

When they walk into the restaurant, Amber clamped tightly to his side, you and Henry are already there.

Loki and Amber are shown to a table across the room from you; Loki quickly pulls out a chair for Amber so that he can take the chair opposite: the one facing you. He doesn't even really know why he's come here.

He just wants to be near you.

The night is something of a disaster. You don't look over to him once, and appear to be having a lovely time with Henry, who is acting the perfect gentleman.

At one point he really makes you laugh, and you look so perfect and adorable that Loki grips his glass too hard, there is a loud cracking noise and fractures appear in it. He has to pretend to knock it off the table and ask for a new one.

Amber gets annoyed after the third time he doesn't hear something she says (he had been staring at you over her shoulder), and suddenly he wants to be anywhere else, anywhere other than here. Preferably sat opposite you on the other side of the restaurant.

To hell with you finding out what he actually is. To hell with everything apart from finally getting to hold you, to kiss you.

He wants you, he realises that now. And he's going to have you.