My Omega

Everyone turned to look at you and Loki when he spoke those words. You blushed and realized that they all caught the implication. Loki had claimed you, with words if not with action yet. He was so protective and caring, though, that you couldn't mind.

Really, it was sexy as hell.

Nat gave Loki a firm look, snapping out of her shock. "My threat still stands," she informed him, as overprotective of you as any Alpha. It didn't matter that she was a Beta. You were her responsibility. She'd adopted you as a little sister and took that adoption seriously.

Loki inclined his head. "Elskling is safe with me," he promised. He clearly hated that the team threatened and didn't trust him, but he understood that his past, and natural wariness of a strange Alpha were both to blame for that. He would have to prove himself to them. And to you.

Mostly to you.

You had to get to know each other to know if your instincts were right and that this was a good match.

Nat nodded and promised that she would be back as soon as she could. The rest of the team promised the same before they all rushed off to the jet. The mission was more important than anything that was happening at home. You would be safe with Loki. He wouldn't hurt an Omega he'd claimed and everyone knew it. Besides, he was on Earth to make retributions. Basically, community service.

He hadn't been in control of his actions during the Battle of New York and you didn't think he was a bad person. Misunderstood, maybe, but you looked forward to getting to know him better.

Loki sighed in relief when the team was gone and took a step away from you, his armor shimmered away, leaving him in a green tunic and black pants. You tilted your head at his choice in clothes. "Clothes from Asgard?" You asked him, curiously.

He nodded and blushed a light purple. "Habit..." he said sheepishly.

You gave him a bright smile. "I like them. They look comfortable. And suit you," he really did look hot as hell. The clothes really did fit him. You were drab in comparison in jeans and a t-shirt. And fluffy socks. Fluffy socks were important and vital.

"So what shall we do with our evening alone, Elskling?" He asked in a purr. It didn't seem that he much cared what you did together as long as he got to spend time with you.

You took a moment to consider. "Did Thor finish giving you the tour of the tower?" You asked.

He nodded and huffed. "Yes and I have to live on the same floor as the oaf," he whined and actually pouted. "He snores and he snores so loud I'm sure I'm going to hear it even across the hall,"

You couldn't help giggling at the typical sibling rivalry coming out of the god's mouth. It put you so easily at ease. "Poor Alpha," you said fondly.

"Very poor me indeed," he agreed with a smirk. "There was only one floor that Thor refused to give me a tour of. He even showed me the detention floor, but refused to show me one of the residential floors. Any idea why that would be?" He asked you far too innocently.

Your giggled continued and he seemed to eat them up. The joy of an Omega was like candy for an Alpha. "Would that happen to be floor 20?" You asked with just as much innocence. Or it would've been just as much innocence if you hadn't been laughing so hard.

Loki nodded. "That very one," he agreed with a pout.

"That would be my floor. Would you like to see it?" You asked.

He lit up like a little boy at Christmas. "I'd love to!" He said brightly. Of course, he'd just gotten you to invite him to your private space, to your space in the tower that was safe from any Alpha, anyone you didn't want to be there.

For him, you didn't mind.

You took his hand in yours and led him to the elevator. He looked surprised at the contact and gave you a growl-purr of approval. It felt so natural to be with him, like you'd known him forever, even though you'd only met him that day. You smiled up at him and dragged him into the elevator. "Come along, Alpha," you told him brightly.

He chuckled. "You can call me by my name, Elskling," he reminded you.

You pushed the floor button in the elevator and the doors closed. You looked up at him and knew you had to give him an explanation. "But... you've given me a nickname. That means we're friends. But I don't have one for you..." you explained softly, sheepishly. You didn't know him well enough to give him a nickname yet.

Loki smiled and his light purple blush remained. "You... wish to give me a nickname?" He asked.

You tilted your head. "Haven't you had one before?"

He shook his head. "Not since I was a small child and Thor couldn't pronounce my name properly. He called me 'Lo'. To be fair, I couldn't pronounce his either, so I called him 'Or until I could," he said, his expression fond over the memory.

"Then I'll have to come up with a good one for you," you told him and squeezed his hand.

"I look forward to it,"

You stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened again and led Loki onto your floor. Then to the door to your apartment. "Most of my floor is my apartment. The other door is an Omega room," you explained as you placed your hand on the lock for Jarvis to let you in.

"What is an Omega room?" He asked, watching curiously as the door unlocked for you.

"It's a safe room for an Omega in heat," you replied. "Don't you have those back home?" You didn't know much about Asgard and you were desperate to learn more. You could see that Loki was eager to tell you about his home, just as eager as you were to learn about it.

He shook his head. "No. We've never had a need to lock our Omegas away. If an unclaimed Omega goes into heat, one of the Alphas will help them through it. It is the duty of an Alpha to see them through their heat. An Alpha who sees an Omega through her heat isn't necessarily meant to become her lover. That only happens when there's a strong bond between them beforehand. Most of the time, after he rises from the bed, he may become a valued friend or no more than a soft memory. He cares about her - he has to care to keep her safe - but there can be a big difference between caring for an Omega because she is an Omega and loving an Omega because you cherish her as a person." You'd heard of such a duty before. That's how the system was supposed to work on Earth too, but... there were too many times where it had gotten corrupted, where the Alphas took advantage of Omegas' weakness when they were in heat.

"Have you performed such a duty?" You couldn't help asking, too curious for your own good.

Loki inclined his head. "I have," he wasn't ashamed by it, or proud of any conquests. It was just a fact. "It was my duty as an Alpha to see them through safely," that was all there was to it. A duty, nothing more.

You felt that things were different with you. He wanted to get to know you.

So you let him into your private space.

He stepped into your apartment and looked around with curious eyes, evaluating your tastes and decorations. You'd made it home since you'd moved in. The team was always doting on you and taking you out shopping and to buy more knickknacks and decorations, more things to make this place your home. You showed him the living room, your library, which he looked over with interest, evaluating your taste in books, your little kitchen, and even let him peek into your bedroom.

"What's in there?" He asked at the door to your den.

You blushed. "My... den," you said softly and lowered your eyes. Some Alphas didn't understand an Omega's need for a den, for a comfortable fluffy dark place to feel safe from the outside world.

"May I see it?" He asked gently, carefully. He wanted to know all about you, and seemed to sense that this was important.

You nodded and hesitantly opened the door. It was important for him to see.

Your den was only lit with fairy lights and was a fort of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals. Loki smiled fondly when he saw the comfortable safe space.

"It's lovely, Elskling. Though it appears to be missing something," he said too innocently.

You raised an eyebrow and looked up at him confused. It was the best den you'd ever had. "Missing what?"

"This," he said and gestured. In your den appeared a giant teddy bear that was bigger than you with Loki's trademark golden horned helmet on its head. It was absolutely perfect and you would be able to curl up safely in its arms.

You lit up in delight. "It's perfect!" You told him and glomped him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly and nuzzling close.

His arms went around you automatically, steady and strong as he held you to him. "You're welcome, Elskling," he growl-purred in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.