Loki finds a vintage coat, and Steve is all too willing to get it for her. (Too bad I can't get Marvel, because I'd love to own them)

She looked perfect. Steve couldn't take his eyes off her, not even for a second. There was just something no undeniably...right about the way the coat hugged Loki's trim waist, flaring out to her knees while the collar hugged her neck with its supple, gunmetal grey fur. "Well look at you!" Steve took Loki's hands and held her back a few paces from him so he could admire her from head to toe. "How old is that thing?"

"It's vintage, Steven." Loki squeezed his fingers and smiled, exuberance making her viridian eyes positively light up. "I can't pinpoint its exact origin date, of course. Not without proper research. But if I was to garner a guess, I'd say it's...mid-forties. Brushed wool, silk lining," she nuzzled the fur just under her chin with a little smile, "mink. A rare beauty, considering some of the more questionable items we've seen here today."

"We're at a flea market, Loki. You can't really expect us to find any haute couture here." Chuckling softly, Steve let her go and simply admired the brunette for a few moments. She really did look amazing in that coat. Then again, Loki could make a flour sack look attractive if she really wanted to. She did things with a needle and thread and a few well placed accessories that he couldn't even comprehend. It was her own personal magic. "I think you're right though. It's definitely from the forties. I've seen photos at the museum of ladies wearing coats like this." He touched the sleeve, catching her eye. "Do I even want to know how much it costs?"

Loki's smile waned, and she heaved a loud sigh. "I think not. Your frail heart couldn't handle such exorbitance." Pale digits worked the coat's cloth buttons out of their respective holes, showing off the flat stomach and well formed hips beneath the forest green material. Loki always looked well put together, her hair and clothes impeccable, but it didn't take a fashionista to see that one was definitely different than the other in this case. Even when one of them was vintage, and over fifty years old.

"Now hang on just a second. My frail heart is a lot stronger than you think," Steve rolled his eyes and caught the collar of her newest find, pulling it closed before she could argue. "How much is it, Loki? I mean, it can't be that bad, right? We're at a flea market! They deliberately knock down the prices here."

Ruddy lips pursed with a stubborn frown. Loki fiddled with her furred cuff, and for the first time Steve noticed a small bit of string attached to it, with a bit of paper at its end. Most likely a price tag. "You're not wrong about that," she muttered, "but it's still far too expensive. Neither of us can afford it, Steven, and I am not in the habit of languishing over things I knowingly can't possess."

Liar. She was going to stew over this for weeks if she really wanted the coat, and he could tell she did. Loki was practically salivating over it. "What's this we business? You don't know I can't afford it. You never asked," Steve pointed out with a teasing smile, catching the tag and-ah. Right. He rubbed his thumb over the inked numbers, wondering if they were just an illusion or something. Nope. No change. "Wow. You weren't kidding. That's-ah..that's a real doozy."

"I did warn you. Even for a flea market, the price is outrageous. I wouldn't even dream of paying that." In other words, she couldn't. Loki pulled away and took the coat off, draping it back over the naked mannequin she'd surely snagged it from. "We should move on. Perhaps we can find you a new easel, or a tote for your supplies. You'd be surprised by all the odds and ends people bring to this sort of thing."

Steve hated when she did that. "You know deflecting doesn't work on me." He hooked a finger through her belt loops and kept her still, ignoring her responsive scowl. Honestly, he thought she looked like an overgrown, disgruntled cat when she did that, and that made it pretty difficult not to laugh, or worse, admire her cuteness. "Look. I don't need a new easel. The one I've got now works just fine. And I don't mind carrying my pencils around in plastic bags. But this-" Steve thumbed the coat's grey collar, "this is a pretty rare find Loki. It's not really a bad deal either, all things considered."

"You're insane. I can't afford to waste seventy five dollars on a coat," Loki argued, narrowing her eyes. "And neither can you. In case you've forgotten, we're both in school, Steven, with meaningless, menial jobs acting as our only source of income. We have rent to pay, groceries to buy-"

"Which we already took care of this month." He was blessed to have Loki as his girlfriend, but sometimes she wound herself up far too much for his liking. It wasn't healthy. "Loki, relax. I know you like to keep a tight grip on the purse strings, but I promise you, it's fine. I have plenty of money saved up. I can afford it." And he couldn't think of anyone better to spend his money on. Steve fished his wallet out of his back pocket and gave her an encouraging grin. "Come on. I don't get to spoil you very often. This'll be good for us both!"

"I fail to see what's good about you wasting your hard earned money," she muttered in return, arching a dark brow. Steve might've taken her seriously, except he knew that look. Loki was caving. She really wanted the coat, which overrode any annoyance with him. Good thing too, since he was pretty well determined now to get it for her.

"It's my money, so I can spend it how I want." Loki was right about one thing though. They were college students, consistently broke and stressed. They had to take advantage of the simple pleasures in life when they could. Which was exactly what Steve planned to do. "Loki, look at me. Ok?" He took the coat back off the mannequin and draped it over her shoulders, then cupped those flustered cheeks between his hands. Steve always found their differences in size intriguing, particularly from in an artistic sense, but it was always nice to know that he didn't need strength to catch her eye. "Stop worrying about the money. I said I can afford it, and you know I wouldn't lie to you."

She did know. Begrudgingly as it might be, Loki gave a short nod. "Very well. But I won't be held accountable for this senseless frivolity. Buy it if you want, Steven. The choice is yours." That was her final say so before Loki all but shoved her arms back into the sleeves and buttoned herself up, a gleeful smile hidden behind the grey fur. Steve didn't need to see it to know it was there. He could pretty much sense it.

"That's fine with me. Blame me all you want." He leaned up and pecked her on the cheek, lacing their hands together. "I'm not exactly being selfless here Loki. You might be the one wearing the coat, but I get to see you in it." Which was plenty enough encouragement for him. Steve grinned at the two circles of red that spotted her sharp cheekbones, tugging her towards the front of the market. "C'mon. Lets go pay."