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Sylvie shouldered open the door to what appeared to be one of the tva break rooms.
She hadn't known the tva even had break rooms.
After her pie-land argument with Loki, after chasing through the whole tva with him and after finally getting rid of Renslayer, she just needed a space to cool off and clear her head. So she had tried various doors down the hallway from the automat, which was the most familiar place to her at the moment.
On her search for solitude she found a supply closet, two rooms that were eerily devoid of anything and one chamber filled with hundreds of broken cuckoo clocks, all piled on top of each other in heaps.
The 5th door Sylvie tried, finally opened to a small space with just a semi comfortable looking beige sofa inside and a round, orange formica table. A single, equally orange chair was pushed under it.
Three posters were hung up on the wall opposite the sofa, framed in gray plastic.
All of them cheerful reminders not to rest longer than 17 minutes.
Time was of the essence after all.
Sylvie raised a brow at them and plopped down onto the sofa.
The upholstery felt quite similar to corduroy.
With Miss Minutes offline for now, Sylvie figured nobody would actually care about the 17 minute rule, so the threat of a giant spring catapulting her out, if she overstayed, seemed neglectable.
She laid down gingerly, putting her booted feet up on one armrest and her head on the other.
It wasn’t exactly relaxing, but it definetly beat sleaping on piles of wet, dead leaves, empty army backpacks or old newspapers.
Sylvie closed her eyes, trying to think of nothing in particular, but the words Loki said to her at the automat kept echoing inside of her.
Right now, Sylvie realized, she wasn’t angry about them anymore.
She had been at first, but most of that had dissipated while working together with Loki again and with finally being able to access her magic inside of the tva, which kinda felt like a small 'fuck you' to the organisation.
And Sylvie knew she was right and she would continue to firmly stand by her beliefs.
Yet, contemplating it, she still could understand the way Loki had argued his own points.
He did grow up a prince at court after all, which came with quite some experience in politics and strategy.
And a certain sense of entitlement.
‚We are gods‘.
Those words of his were most likely simply meant to state the obvious, but it did come off as a bit arrogant.
And suspicious.
And those little embers of irritation, that often glowed inside of Sylvie when confronted with her other self, started to heat up again.
They never fully went away since she met him, they just started different little fires, depending on the situation.
Some of them burning in a not unpleasent way, Sylvie had to admit to herself.
When she was slowly starting to relax a bit, letting her eyelids droop, Sylvie was unfortunately pulled out of her thoughts and reverie by a purposeful knock.
Before she could even react the door opened and Loki slipped inside.
He cleared his throat and pushed a hand through his hair.
‚Are you still mad?‘ he asked, avoiding her gaze.
Sylvie sighed: ‚Can we not do this now? I just want some rest, relax before whatever shit will inevitably go down later.‘
Loki shuffled his feet a bit. ‚I get that.‘
He looked around the room, at the posters, the desk, at Sylvie.
She had her left arm underneath her head, the right one dangling loosely off the sofa, one eye closed, the other peering up at Loki wearily.
He tried for a smile. It didn’t quite work out.
Sylvie raised a brow, half in question, half in what looked like a challenge to Loki.
He smiled again, a bit softer and less nervous now and pulled up the chair, sitting down next to her.
Loki tentativly reached out his hand and stroked Sylvie’s hip.
Sylvie stared up at him, both eyes open now.
‚What do you think you’re doing?‘ she asked in a warning tone.
Loki obviously chose to ignore that and shrugged nonchalantly.
‚Helping you relax?‘ he offered.
Sylvie pushed herself up in a sitting position.
‚Are you out of your mind?‘
Loki raised his hands, pouting.
‚I just thought it would be a pleasent way to pass the time. And if I remember correctly you did kiss me, did you not?‘
Sylvie blinked.
‚That-that was ages ago and it wasn’t about that. I was trying to distract you, and if I remember correctly it worked. Quite well.‘
Loki shrugged.
‚That does not mean it didn’t feel, how do I put it, stimulating‘ he smirked.
Loki was about to continue his fondling, when he felt himself being chucked out of his chair by a blast of green energy and violently transported out of the magically reopened door.
He landed flat on his arse in the hallway, thankful that nobody was around to witness his undignified exit.
While getting up und brushing himself off, Loki transported the whole incident into the farthest corner of his mind, right next to the never allowed to resurface again memory of 'getting way too drunk with Volstagg that one time and trying to ride a bilgesnipe.'
*
Victor unravelled for the 31th time.
They still weren’t fast enough and Loki felt like jumping out of his skin, like screaming and pounding on the walls.
He needed to try again.
But he couldn’t try again.
Not right away.
Loki tried to focus on himself in order to slip out, preferrably before the loom exploded. Again.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, but images flashing in his mind kept distracting him.
Images of Sylvie, spread out on the sofa in the break room. How relaxed and open she looked when he came in, the split second before she fully acknowledged him.
Suddenly Loki found himself standing in front of that very same beige sofa again, before he fully realized he had already slipped.
‚Loki?‘
Sylvie’s irrtitated voice forced him to focus.
‚I told you I wanted to relax.‘
Loki breathed out, smiled in understanding.
‚I get that. I did not want to disturb you.
I merely thought we could talk a bit?‘ he suggested carefully.
Sylvie grimaced.
‚We did plenty of talking already, I think that’s enough for now.‘
Shaking his head, Loki pulled up the chair.
‚I didn’t mean- I don’t want to talk about that, about the tva or the loom.
I don’t want to fight.
I just thought we never got to really speak about, well anything actually.
Like, what happened after we‘
he stopped, licking his lips,
‚got seperated.
I mean, I found you, but I don’t know how you’ve been?‘
Sylvie propped herself up, now sitting right in front of him. She searched his face and raised her brows.
‚So what, you wanna talk about how I’ve been? Why?‘
Loki shrugged.
'Because I want to know.
We only truely talked a few times but I enjoyed those and I really want to get to know you better.
I do care about you, Sylvie‘.
He reached out and took her hand in his.
'You are an such an extraordinary, amazing woman, so brave and smart and strong.
So beautiful!
You intrigue me and I want-'
The blast didn’t come that surprising this time, Loki had started to feel the tell tale tingle of magic building up, while still holding Sylvie’s hand.
So he managed to just crash into the hallway wall, but stay on his feet at least.
When he slipped back, Victor just had put his head in the scanner.
Loki groaned.
He turned to Mobius, who stood right next to Victor, carefully holding his glasses.
‚I laid it on too thick‘ Loki informed him.
Mobius looked at him with confused curiosity.
‚What are you talking about?‘
‚Never mind‘ Loki mumbled, already starting to slip back.
‚Do you mind if I stay with you a bit? I could use some down time, too. This whole ordeal is a bit much and I think it might get to my head,'
Loki tried, standing in front of the sofa again.
He hadn’t pulled up the chair yet.
Sylvie sighed, shrugged.
‚Fine, come here‘ she patted the sofa with her foot and lifted her legs up.
Loki sat down slowly, pulling Sylvie’s feet into his lap.
‚You always wear these‘ he commented, nodding at her boots. ‚Don’t you want to take them off? I know what a relief that can be, I used to live in my boots.‘
Sylvie turned her head towards the floor mustering Loki’s tva-provided very sensible looking shoes, raising a mocking eyebrow.
Loki chuckled.
‚They’re way more comfortable at least.‘
‚If you say so‘ Sylvie shrugged and flicked her wrist, leaving only sock clad feet in Loki’s lap.
She wiggled her toes and winked.
The foot massage earned Loki quite a lot of heated kissing, with Sylvie writhing underneath him on the sofa, and finally bucking up against him.
Which unfortunately appeared to be the final straw for the durability of tva furniture, obviously not designed to accomodate two gods in the fiery throws of passion.
The sofa gave out underneath them and broke, along with Sylvie’s nose, when Loki’s head crashed against it.
So Loki deemed it wise to spend some quality time with the throughput multiplier for a change.
He did remember to magically reinforce the sofa on his next try, but found himself kicked out again, after getting ahead of himself and grabbing Sylvie’s arse too soon.
Loki briefly contemplated starting a list, a diary, possibly a whole file.
Hair pulling was fine, appreciated even.
Nipple biting not so much.
Which had been quite confusing to Loki, since he himself absolutely reveled in having such an act performed on him.
So when Sylvie hissed in irritation and pulled his head up, he just stared at her blankly.
‚You don’t like that?‘
‚No I don’t. It feels weird.‘ Sylvie stated.
Taking in his befuddled face, she narrowed her eyes.
‚What made you think I would like it? You didn’t ask, didn’t even try it out, just full on went for it.‘
Loki felt himself blush.
‚Well I like it and so I assumed you would too, since we basically are, you know-‚
That time the door did not magically open, before Loki got flung towards it.
Loki had lost count of his tries to fix the loom by now, and he had also lost count of his tries to fix his blue balls.
He did remember some valuable lessons though.
With the loom, it was a matter of time.
With Sylvie, it was a matter of taking his time.
Also communicating properly seemed to help a great deal.
And much to his dismay Loki had to face the quite embarrassing fact, that he might not be as intuitively skilled as he thought he was.
He assumed his status as a prince must have intimidated former partners, so they hadn’t been fully honest with him in regards to his performance.
While Sylvie was not intimidated by anything and let him know exactly what he did wrong.
And how.
Which on one hand was very helpful for further attempts, but on the other hand dampened the excitement a bit, since the whole act had started to feel like a school lesson.
So Loki figured he might as well change classes for a bit and study some months with OB instead.
Quantum physics at least were way easier to understand, than what made Sylvie tick.
Loki did indeed manage to successfully shift focus for a while and was actually quite productive, but in the end his desire won.
Or maybe his ambition.
It might have also been his wounded pride.
Whatever motivated Loki in the end, it finally led to him being allowed to burry his head blissfully between Sylvie’s thighs, while she rhythmically tugged on his hair.
And Loki for once just lived in the moment.
Afterwards he stretched out on the sofa, with a content grin on his sweaty face.
Sylvie was pressed up against him, equally sweaty and still breathing a bit erratically.
Then she turned to him and poked him in the chest.
‚So, how many tries did that take?‘
Loki blinked, the cottony feeling of confusion spreading in his mind
'Huh?‘
Sylvie just huffed.
'Come on. Did you think I wouldn’t notice it’s not now-you in there?‘
Loki smiled sheepishly:
‚Fine, you got me, but you did enjoy it this time.‘
Sylvie sighed:
‚Do I wanna know how the other attempts went?‘
‚Oh absolutely not‘ Loki laughed, shaking his head.
Sylvie kicked his ankle, way harder than Loki would have liked.
‚So when do you come from, huh?‘ she asked.
‚Uhm‘ Loki scratched his head.
'About right before the loom exploded?‘
Sylvie jolted upright.
‚The loom will do what? Are you shitting me? So, everything these nerds are doing out there right now is pointless?!?‘
Loki sighed apologetically. ‚Pretty much, yes.‘
Sylvie stared at him.
Loki expected a punch, but much to his surprise, she just started laughing.
‚In that case-might as well go for another round then, since it doesn’t matter anyways‘ she winked, already climbing on top of him.