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Loki x Reader - Sweater hoarder

Pairing: Loki × GN Reader

Summary: Loki is the God of Adorables.

Word count: 2144

Warnings: fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. You will vomit rainbows after reading this. Mentions of sad growing up. A bit of swearing. Reader has some anger issues.

"Hey Thor, have you seen my sunflower sweater?" you entered the living room. "I left it in the meeting room yesterday but it's not there."

"No, I haven't seen it." he grunted his eyes focused on his hand wrestling with Bucky's metal hand.

"I haven't seen it either." Bucky answered your question even before you could ask it. You groaned frustrated.

“Do you need my assistance in searching?” Thor was always happy to help you, probably because you were always nice to his brother not like the others.

“There is no need, I don’t want to disturb you.” You smiled and turned around, letting boys continue their game. “Dang it, it’s like a third this month missing in action.” You mumbled to yourself and went to search in other places.

You saw Loki on the end of the corridor.

“Hey, Lokes!” he spotted you and run off. “Bye, I guess?” you shrugged and decided to check meeting room once again before calling it quits.

*****

You rummaged through your wardrobe, throwing clothes all around you, not caring in the slightest where they land, getting more frustrated with each passing second.

“Where are you, you little bitch!?” you screamed aggravated shutting your wardrobe’s door, almost breaking it in the process. You stormed out of the room and stomped aggressively towards Nat’s room.

“Natalia Romanova!” the woman in question was painting her nails sitting on a dresser.

“Yes dear? What do you want?” She didn’t even flinch at your aggressive entrance or you calling her with her full name.

“Did you take my green sweater again!?”

"Which one?" She didn't even look at you still focused on her nails. You made some frustrated noises and squeezed your hands in an attempt to choke her from afar. She raised her head, finally. "Oh, you mean THAT green sweater? No, I know it's off limits and I value my arms unbroken." she tilted her head remembering something. "Funny you ask, because I am sure I saw someone wearing it just yesterday." your eyes burned with anger.

“Who?” your voice was calm, way too calm.

“Can’t remember. Check security cameras.” She went back to her nails, smiling to herself when you shut her door behind you with a loud ‘thud!’.

“He is dead meat.”

*****

Tony looked up from his papers and almost spilled his coffee all over his desk when he saw your face through the glass door. He quickly checked if there was anything sharp in the proximate distance of him before he let you in.

“Hello Y/N, how you doing?” he spotted a sharpened pencil on the desk and quickly snatched it. You glared at him. “Please don’t hurt me, I barely drank my morning coffee.”

“I need to see security tapes from yesterday.” He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit.

“Only that? Geez kid, I almost had a stroke that you wanted to end me.” He tried to be funny but got more serious when he saw your eye twitch. “Security tapes, yeah got it.” He opened one of his drawers and pulled out a tablet. “There you go.“ he handled you the device. “Everything is there. I want it back undamaged.” You nodded and left quickly, clutching tablet close to your chest.

Tony slouched on his chair, his hand resting on his chest.

“Whoever made her that angry, I will send you funeral wreath.”

*****

You sat down on your bed with your laptop and Tony’s tablet. You plunged it in and started to check yesterday records. Nat didn’t specify where did she see the suspect, so you had to check every corridor and room.

It took you whole afternoon and most of the evening to finally find your sweater.

“I see you.” You got out, clutching tablet close to your chest. You marched through corridor and stopped in front of culprits' room. You knocked aggressively on the door.

“Loki Friggason! Open the door!” you heard some cursing and a rustle behind the door. “I know you're in there, I can hear you!” you stood outside, your mind and body boiling with anger. “If you don’t open the door, I will kick it down!”

Just as you raised your boot to kick the door, they opened revealing a slightly dishelved God of Mischief.

“What do you want mortal?” he scoffed pretending to be offended that you disturbed him. You ignored him and pushed past him, entering his room. “Hey, I didn’t let you in! Do they teach you some manners on Midgard!?” he closed the door and stood in front of you.

“Where is it?” you tried to be calm, knowing that Loki would use your anger against you.

“Where is what?”

“My fluffy, green sweater with deer on it.” His eyes went wide. “I know you were wearing it.” He snorted, back with his act.

“You must have hit your head on something mortal because there is no way that I would be,” you raised tablet that showed him passing Nat with the sweater on “wearing it...”

“Oh really? Then pardon me because” you pointed at him on the video “that here must for sure be your long-lost twin brother Floki prancing around in my sweater, huh?”

“I was not...!” you raised your eyebrow and he coughed. “I mean...yes?” you made ‘are you shitting me’ face.

“You want to play that game? Fine.” You pushed him back till his back hit the door. “Stay.” You turned around and started to search his room.

“What do you think you are doing mortal!? You are not allowed to just snoop around here! I am God, not some pathetic mortal you can push around!” despite his shouting, he didn’t dare to move a muscle, knowing you could end him.

You started to check his dressers and wardrobe, no drawer or shelf safe. Apart from finding some suspiciously looking containers, many daggers and a bunch of magazines about horses, your sweater was nowhere to be seen. You groaned frustrated and decided to check his bathroom.

Just when you moved towards bathroom’s door, you noticed some glitch with a corner of your eye. You turned your head and squinted your eyes, focusing on the corner of the room. Aha! There it was! A glitch! Illusion for sure.

“Lokes, what’s in that corner?” you looked at him pointing your finger to the place. He cursed under his breath and you knew you got him.

“I-I don’t see there anything, mortal. You must he delusional!” you raised your eyebrows at him and slowly made your way towards him.

“Listen here, you little shit.” You grabbed his collar and pulled him close to your face, shaking him a bit. “Don’t try to play your games with me. I’m not your brother and I will kick your ass harder than Hulk, so don’t test me.” Loki’s breath was shallow, his cheeks slowly turning pink. He could feel your breath on his neck and it was driving him insane. “Undo the spell and don’t make me repeat myself.” He sighed in defeat and waved his hand. “Thank you.” You turned around, still holding him, in case he tried to escape.

The empty corner turned out to be a pile of sweaters. You blinked shocked.

“Are these...?” Loki started to panic.

“No. Nope. Absolutely not.” He shook his head trying to escape your iron grip. “How come you are so tiny but so strong?!”

“Yes, they are! These are my sweaters!” you marched to the pile, dragging him with you. “All of my sweaters I thought I lost... You took ‘em!” you glared at him angrily. He was panicking more.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you raised your eyebrow “Okay, okay, it is what it looks like. But I swear I was going to give them back, eventually.” your blood boiled again.

“Eventually? Eventually!? You can’t steal someone's things Lokes!”

“It’s not my fault, alright!? You leave them everywhere and when I try to give them back to you, they are just... so soft and warm and and smell like you, so how can I not keep ‘em!” your shocked face made him rethink his previous sentence “I-I mean...” he turned red, not knowing what to say. You smirked.

“You are obsessed with my sweaters because they smell like me?” your smirk turned into shit-eating grin.

“I said some other things also, you know?” he grumbled knowing you won’t let him live it down.

“I’m still mad that you stole my things, just so you know.” You let go of him. He straightened up trying to intimidate you but failing. ”Buuuut I guess I can let you borrow them because you are adorably embarrassed like that.” you were grinning ear to ear, frustrating him. He stared into the ceiling.

“You can tell absolutely no one, especially Thor.” you nodded energetically and hugged him. He was even redder than before. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” No, he doesn’t.

*****

You entered Loki’s room, not bothering to knock anymore. Ever since you found out about his love for your sweaters, you were spending more time with him, watching movies on your laptop or just chilling. He was always wearing one of your sweaters when you were alone – you always bought them one or two sizes too big but somehow, they always fitted him perfectly. Truth to be told, it always made you a little bit jealous just how good he looks in them.

Today Loki was wearing your sunflower one and you couldn’t help but smile at the way it suited him. “Hey Lokes.” you get on his bed and he scooted over making you place next to him. He was focused on the book in his hands. “Whatcha doing?”

“What does it look like to you?” he didn’t even look in your direction. “Reading obviously.”

“I see that you are wearing my sunflower sweater.” you grinned at him.

“So? You told me I can borrow them.” he tried to sound nonchalantly but there was a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. He was reading the same sentence over and over since you laid beside him.

“You look really good in it.” you put your hand on his arm, rubbing it. “Like a soft golden puppy~” he hid his face behind his book but you could see his ears getting more redder.” Aww, don’t be embarrassed Lokes, that was a compliment!”

“I am a God, Y/N. I don’t get embarrassed.” you grinned harder; your face started to hurt.

“Of course, you don’t~” you pulled book from his hands and put it on the bedside table. Then you wrapped one of your arms around his chest, proceeding to cuddle with him.

“What on Asgard are you doing?” he looked down at you with a puzzled expression. He gripped his hands on the bedsheet not knowing what to do.

“Cuddling you, obviously.” you mocked his tone from before but still looked up at him. His confused expression made you frown. “Oh, don’t tell me you Asgardians don’t cuddle?” he gulped.

“I don’t reckon something like that. Would that be weird?” he stiffed a bit, definitely not wanting you to think of him as a weirdo. When did he started to care about your opinion anyway?

He relaxed a bit when you shook your head.

“Weird? No, of course not. Sad? Yeah, totally.” you let go off him and he whined quietly that you moved away from him. You settled comfortably on the bed with your back against his pillow. “Come here Lokes.” you spread your arms in an inviting manner. He moved closer to you. “Lay your head on my chest, go ahead.” he hesitantly did as you told him. You wrapped your hands around him. “Now wrap your hands around me.” his hands were colder than you expected, you could feel them even through your sweater. He reluctantly wrapped his arms around, still stiff as possible.

You started to rub his back with one hand, the other moved to his hair and rubbed circles on the back of his head. The slowed movements of your hands seemed to work on him, he was getting more and more relaxed, his body sinking down on you. You even heard him sigh.

“This isn’t so bad.” you knew it was his way of saying he loves it. You chuckled lightly and kissed top of his head.

“Glad you like it, Lokes. We can stay like that as long as you like.” you hugged him closer also relaxing.

“You are even softer than your sweaters” he mumbled it into your chest but you still heard it and blushed. It was probably first time you heard him compliment someone.

“Why thank you. If you want, I can keep on being your pillow from now on.” you giggled lightly and closed your eyes, humming a melody under your breath.

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