Shared Dreams

Three or four songs later, honestly you're not even sure, you're still dancing with Sam and actually having a good time. 

The music is as loud as it usually is, where it literally vibrates off of the walls, "Either way, I knew this was what you needed, even though you'd never admit to it." Sam leans down so you can hear him over the music.

You laugh, knowing he's right.

Suddenly, Sam twirls you around, but then you smack into someone behind you. Since you weren't expecting it, one of your hands lands on the person's chest for stability.

"I am cutting in," the person says to Sam, but when you look-up, Loki is staring at you.

"By all means," Sam looks from Loki to you, and winks at you before walking away.

You run your palms down your dress and take a step away from Loki, "I'm actually all danced out, so."

"Good. Then we're having a discussion," Loki now takes your elbow and leads you to the balcony.

Loki's a few steps closer to the railing as you shut the sliding glass door, "If we're talking, then I want to talk to YOU, Loki; not Sharpe." You motion to his current appearance.

A quick green light surrounds Loki, before he's back to normal, "Sharpe is quite flattered that you remember him."

"Well, he was more tolerable than you," you fold your arms across your chest. "So? Talk."

Loki stays silent, just staring at you.

You huff and shake your head, "For fucks sake, Loki!" You put your hand on the sliding glass door to reopen it.

"How did the dream start for you?" Loki asks just before you do.

Now it's your turn to stay silent. You've released the door handle, but still face away from Loki, looking down playing with your hands.

"Damnit, Y/N!" Loki's voice booms with the same annoyance you had just had. "Speak! Gods, I have never met someone so unbelievably infuriating!"

"Thor," you say one word and turn around once more.

Loki's eyes squint and his head slightly turns, "...what?"

You take a deep breath in, "Thor...had come to get me. In the dream." You take one step back onto the balcony, "He wanted me to find you because he was going on a mission with Tony, and left food for you in the fridge."

When you finally look up, Loki is staring at you.

You raise your eyebrows, "Your turn." 

Loki breaks eye contact and clears his throat, "I was...having a moment in my chambers with a woman, when you knocked."

"So..." you shake your head. "We have the same dreams?"

Loki's just as concerned, but he masks it well, "If your facial expression was as priceless as it was in my dream, then yes, it appears that we do indeed."

Your lips curl into a smile, biting your tongue lightly, "Then I walked, very quickly, to the main room."

You watch Loki as he takes some steps closer to you, "And I followed."

Your gaze is locked on Loki's, both of you circling one another.

It's a few seconds before you speak, "And we both made this...outrageous statement that we wish it had been me instead of the woman." Your throat goes dry as you finish your sentence.

Loki's face turns serious, as he now stands less than a foot from you, "I concluded by saying that I was done playing games."

You swallow and lick your top lip, trying to control your breathing, recalling the dream, "Are you?" You say more breathless than you wanted.

Loki watches your tongue when it wets your lips, and then slowly moves back to your eyes, "Yes."

Your eyes widen as he takes the final step to you, "And just so we are clear, I do wish it had been you in my chambers."

Before you can say another word, much like in the dream, Loki captures your lips with his.