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It all went sideways in the very beginning.
What was supposed to be an easy mission turned to complete chaos and Loki was not helping with the atmosphere.
You see, there was this discussion about how he thought guns were so unfashionable, that knives were the peak of style and therefore, the best of weapons. Natasha laughed straight in his face, but instead of what most people would think she stood for her batons and how they were functional and easy to hide. And that’s when Clint entered the conversation talking about arrows and all their possibilities.
Soon the compound kitchen turned into a loud discussion place and it wasn’t even 9am.
“What about you, darling?” Loki turned to you. “I believe you can add quite an insight about the right type of weapon into this conversation.”
You laughed briefly and finished your coffee. “Call me ‘darling’ all you want, I’m not going to take your side because of it. I’m very efficient with a gun.” You winked at him just before exiting the kitchen.
If only you knew you’d be partnered up by that very same day mission, you’d pretend to agree with him just to avoid all the talking in the middle of the fight.
No matter how much experience you have, when someone keeps saying “look” or “see, that’s what I told you” in the same moment you’re trying to take down two well trained agents each it’s far from helpful and there’s a great chance you’d end up captured.
Just like you almost were.
You tried to shoot some more bullets at the agent that was still standing, but the gun’s empty clicks made you groan in frustration, knowing you didn’t have any back up clips.
It was time to improvise.
You threw the gun at the enemy’s face, getting her off guard and launched forward to slam her on the table from the office you were in. The weapons choice was the one nearest you: a stapler. It did the job very well and soon you were looking at those green eyes you still hadn’t decided if you hated or lov—liked!
Seeing that he was also breathless made you feel better about the whole situation.
“Adaptable, I like that.” Loki smirked as he saw you pick up a knife from the ground to face whatever was coming for the two of you in the corridor.
“I’m a very versatile person, your highness.” You snorted, carefully walking through the suspicious empty hallways of the enemy base. “You see, it’s not the weapon, it’s the fighter.” You teased.
“So I fear for the Captain if anyone takes away that shield of his.” Loki said dramatically, even if you knew he was just joking around.
“And I fear for you when you find a good pickpocket that will take away your fancy blades.”
Is the control room clear? Sam’s voice over the comms interrupted Loki’s retort, making him less amused at the mission.
“It’s clear.” You were quick to answer. “The hallway is also clear which is potentially problematic. It should be filled with guards and agents now, so I assume they’re going your way.”
We got them, Y/n. Just get to the quinjet, I still think you’ll have some company on the way.
“All right, meet you at the landing spot.” You said. “And please, just do your job and come back in one piece.”
You heard your best friend’s laughter fill your ears and you just shrugged.
“Can we go now?” Loki looked bothered, so you just nodded letting him take the lead.
“Next time I’ll include you in the gossip.”
“Please, don’t bother.” He flipped his fancy knives making you roll your eyes to ignore how hot that was.
“If I didn’t know you I’d say you were jealous.”
“Of you?” Loki looked back, raising his brow, but you gave no response. “Oh, do you want me to be jealous of you?”
You laughed a bit too loud for someone who was in an enemy base. “Do you want me to want you to be jealous of me?”
“Now you’re just trying to beat me with my own words.”
“You’re the one who started, Mischief.” You were hoping he was focused on the way and not looking at how you avoided any eye contact. “I bet we can discuss this when we’re out of here.”
“I’d rather not.” He decided as he turned around to face you and bend a little to peck your lips.
In the middle of the mission.
And since you had no self preservation sense you kissed him back, rooting for the empty corridor to stay empty for some minutes so you could continue to kiss the god of mischief.