Some nice restaurant, New York
jandralee 💚

Loki looked apprehensively at the outside of the restaurant he and Anna were standing in front of. He wore his usual Asgardian clothing, because Anna hadn't been able to convince him to wear something normal, and Anna herself wore a simple black dress with a low neckline.

(psst... Picture above)

"Are you sure?" He asked, glancing at the small, brown haired woman next to him. She grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the door, saying,

"Yes, I'm sure. We're going to have a nice, normal date at this very fine restaurant."

"This is what Midgardians call fine?" Loki muttered under his breath. "I've seen peasant's huts that look better than this place." Unfortunately, Anna heard him, and she slapped his arm.

"That was rude. You'd better keep comments like that to yourself, or we'll get kicked out." She said, pursing her lips.

"That might be preferable, actually." Loki replied breezily, and Anna frowned.

"I'm not letting your negativity ruin this, alright?" She grumbled as she pulled him through the door. A waiter smiled at them. "Table for two, please." Anna requested, returning the smile.

"Absolutely. I'll be right back." While they waited for him to come back and bring them to their table, Anna laid her head on Loki's arm.

"This is going to be nice, understand?"

Loki sighed. "Whatever you wish, my love." Anna smiled up at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling happily.

"Thank you." The waiter came back, brought them to their table, and asked them politely what they would like to drink.

"Ooh, is that one any good?" Anna pointed to a wine on the menu and held it up to the waiter. He laughed lightly.

"You have a good eye, madam. Do you want that one?"

"Yes, please." The waiter nodded and left. Anna sighed. "This is nice, isn't it? It's good to be–"

"Anna? I haven't seen you in forever!" Anna buried her head in her hands as Darcy approached, followed by Jane.

"-alone." Anna finished, half-mumbling behind her hands. Loki looked away from the two women, pointedly avoiding their gazes.

"Hey, is that Loki?" Darcy leaned over the table a bit to see him and jumped back when he turned his head to glare at her. "Yup. Definitely Loki." Darcy chuckled nervously. Jane shook her head at her friend, mumbling something under her breath.

"What are you two doing here?" Anna asked curiously, lifting her head to look at them. "This doesn't exactly strike me as the type of restaurant you guys hang out in regularly."

"No, I was taking Jane here because she's lonely. Thor hasn't been by in forever, and–" Darcy cleared her throat and glanced at Loki. "Anyway, it's really good to see you."

"Yes, but we should probably be going." Jane grumbled, pulling Darcy away as she waved goodbye to Anna. The brown-haired woman reburied her head in her hands.

"Why now, of all times?" She muttered, and Loki took one of her hands, forcing her to lift her head.

"It's still nice." He smiled softly, rubbing his thumb across the knotted silver ring on her finger.

Anna was about to respond when the waiter returned. Loki released her hand. "Here you are." He set the wine onto the table. "Have you decided on what you would like to eat?"

"Oh..." Anna looked at the food menu. She hadn't had time to think about it, what with Darcy and Jane appearing. "Not yet, sorry." The waiter dipped his head and retreated.

"I don't even know what half of these Midgardian foods are." Loki, who had been perusing the menu in front of him after he dropped Anna's hand, said, frowning.

"Just get what I get. That way you won't embarrass yourself." Anna replied, blue eyes twinkling with amusement. Loki shook his head and smirked, not even looking up from his menu. After only a short while, the waiter had returned.

"Are you ready, madam?"

"Yes, thank you. I'll take the pasta puttanesca." Anna looked up at him.

"Of course. And you, sir?" He turned to Loki.

"I'll have–" He cleared his throat. "What she's getting." The waiter wrote down their order and went to go get their food. Loki took Anna's hands in his own.

"You weren't too embarrassing." She teased, and Loki rolled his eyes.

"Good, I was afraid you'd never want to take me in public again." He teased back, then kissed her hands lightly. "That would be devastating." It was Anna's turn to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. I just hope no one else interrupts our date." As if Fate was waiting for her to say that, the door opened and all of the Avengers(minus Thor–where was that guy, anyway?) entered, led by Tony Stark himself, strutting his stuff in a shiny Iron Man suit without a helmet. Bruce stood just behind him in a ridiculously expensive-looking suit(bought for him by Tony just for this occasion), seeming nervous around all the people. Steve, Clint, Sam, and Natasha were in the back, all dressed up nicely. Anna groaned. Loki looked like he agreed with her sentiment. "Maybe they won't notice us?" Anna whispered hopefully, but it was phrased more like a question than a statement.

"Anna!" Tony's voice sounded from across the restaurant and he sauntered over. Loki pressed his lips together.

"Hi, Tony. What's up?" She replied evenly, biting back a huff of annoyance.

"Nothing much. Just taking the gang out for dinner." He gestured grandly at the group behind him. Steve waved. Natasha stepped forward, and having been the first to notice Loki(men, amiright?), she said,

"I'm sorry about this, Anna. We'll leave you two alone." Nat turned her head and glared at Tony. "Won't we?"

Tony laughed, though he sounded a little nervous. "Yeah, of course! Come on, guys." He walked away, slightly less confidently than the way he came in. Nat smirked triumphantly and looked back at her sister.

"Sorry, again." She said as she left, herding the others along. Clint managed to send a glare in Loki's general direction, but the others seemed to be in a hurry to get away, probably fearing Nat's wrath. Anna rested her head on her and Loki's joined hands when they were gone.

"This was supposed to be nice and peaceful, but of course everyone we know had to walk through that door." She was so upset, she barely noticed the waiter set their food on the table. Loki quietly thanked him, then returned his attention to Anna.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. I've had a good time. Do you know why?"

"Why is that?" She wondered, not looking convinced.

"It's because I'm here with you, and you had this lovely idea." He chuckled. "And besides, compared to everything else we've been through, this is absolutely perfect." Anna laughed quietly.

"I guess you're right."

"I am." Loki agreed, nodding. "Now, shall we eat?" He gestured at the steaming food on the table. Anna nodded.

"That sounds good."

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I decided that, since everyone else was making sad ones, that I was gonna make a funny/fluffy one. Also, for the food, I looked up 'fancy delicious Italian food' and picked a random dish.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!
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(Though it does seem a little rushed to me...)