Roomies? LokixReader FanFic pt3

“DO YOU SURRENDER?” You demanded, digging your knees into Loki’s thighs as you slammed his hands down on the ground above his head, pinning him facedown beneath you.

“Hardly.” He sneered, suddenly disappearing from beneath you in a flash of green light. With his body no longer beneath you, you fell to the ground. Before you could get back up, you felt him on top of you. His body was sprawled over you, each of his limbs pinning one of yours. You tried to struggle but he was stronger than you or heavier at least.  He nestled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. You couldn’t help but shiver, which made him chuckle.

“Get-off-of-me.” You moaned, wiggling under him.

He laughed harder, nuzzling you again, “Oh, no, I enjoy this, how you call, ‘wrestling’. Besides, you started it.” You tried to struggle, but he tightened his grip on your wrists. “Do you surrender?” He whispered into your ear, his breath warm.

You didn’t answer at first and he blew on your ear, chuckling mischeviously. You grunted, trying to wiggle out from under him. “Get-off-of-me.” You moaned again, frustrated.

He began laughing so hard at you that his grip loosened. He rolled off of you, landing on his back. You turned on your side, leaning on your elbow, and watched him. He was rolling, holding onto his stomach as he shook with laughter. He rolled back over to you and smiled widely. “What violent games you Midguardians play.” He mused. You flipped onto your back and rested your head on your arms, rolling your eyes. He sat up on his forearms to look down at you, wearing a fake pout, “And you’re such a bad sport about it.”

Your jaw dropped and you sat bolt upright, forcing him to jump back. With a howl, you threw yourself at him. He laughed as the two of you rolled over each other, all over the floor of your empty cell.

As you knocked him into a wall for the fourth time, causing him to grunt with annoyance and pain, you couldn’t help but laughing too. After a few minutes of struggling, he had you pinned. He lay on top of you like before, but this time you were face to face. He smirked at you, “So, do you surrender?”

You huffed, causing him to shift on your chest, as you tried to blow your hair out of your face. Loki smirked, releasing one of your arms so he could brush the hair away. “Thanks.” You mumbled. His smirk grew. Releasing your other wrist, he crossed his arms on your chest, resting his chin on them. You pursed your lips. “So,” you huffed. He raised an eyebrow at you and you looked at him expectantly. “Are you going to get off?”

He smiled evilly, touching his forehead to yours. “You never surrendered.” He whispered devilishly.

You began to wiggle again, but he wouldn’t budge. Smiling just as evilly back at him, you lifted your chin and licked him on the tip of his nose. With a girlish shriek, he disappeared. Your lungs expanded with the new freedom and you sat up.

“That was highly immature.” He whined from behind you.

Turning to look at him, you smiled, standing up. “Yes, but it worked, didn’t it?”

Loki frowned, “You just didn’t want to surrender.” He accused.

You opened your arms, bowing at the waist and laughing proudly, “It worked though.”

Loki marched over to you and you looked up at him. Rolling his shoulders and wiggling his fingers, he murmured seriously, “Again.” Before he dove at you, disappearing again as you raised your arms to defend yourself.