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Loki had only been living with you on Earth for a few months now. He was taking a little longer to adjust than what Thor had but that was fine, you were patient and understanding with him and that's all the really mattered. He'd made some good progress, learned some manners, even gotten off of a few people's shit list.

Something Loki hadn't gotten used to though was the fashion on Earth, especially clubbing attire. The plan for tonight was that you and Loki were going clubbing with a few of your friends. He had to meet Thor before coming and you were getting dinner with your friends and he would meet you at the club.

The two of you were finished up before heading your separate ways. He was waiting for you to come out so he could give you a kiss before leaving your company. When he saw you in a short black dress, barely covering any skin, he scowled at you. "What're you wearing?"

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down at you dress."What's wrong with it?"

"It's not covering anything." He hissed and moved to hover over you.

You sighed, "Loki, this is what we wear here. This is normal for us."

Loki grabbed your chin, making sure you were looking at him. By the look in his eye, you knew you weren't winning this fight and you didn't wanna ruin your fun before it begin. "You're not going out in that outfit. Go change."

With a small nod, you went and changed into a black knee length dress. "Better?"

He nodded, kissing you. "I'll see you in a bit, darling." With that, Loki left and you quickly changed back into your original outfit.

Heading to the club with your friends, you completely forgot the ordeal with Loki. You were happy, giggly, feeling yourself. Your friends and you headed into the club, but you didn't make it no more than three steps in before hands grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. You could make out Loki's features, eyes dark and burrowing into you.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He growled.

You bit your lip, realizing just how much trouble you were in. "A dress."

He scoffed, "Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt."