#like the way odin treated him is literally ASKING for your kid to be attracted to men with white hair

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Are we just gonna ignore Loki's obvious daddy issues and pretend that he wouldn't be deeply, madly attracted to the absolute vacation dad that is Mobius. M. Mobius, or-

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Crash! Loki x reader

When you are tanked by Thor in the streets of NYC, earning yourself burns from your drink and bloodied palms, the last thing you expect is Loki to help.

Loki x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, few swear words, blood, burns

Loki had always been your favorite.

Maybe it was because you had a thing for dark haired men with light eyes, or maybe it was because you could relate. Either way, you had a crush on him- in the same way you had a crush on celebrities.

Very few celebrities, that is.

You knew you’d never meet him. It was impossible! You? A mortal from Earth, one of billions? Not to mention that he’d never appeared for the pagans who’d believed in him so many centuries ago. No, you had resigned yourself to it long ago. Loki was a god, and you were just another human.

That’s why you were so shocked when you literally slammed into Thors’ chest.

He hadn’t been paying attention. Truly, it wasn’t your fault.

Still, there you were.

On the ground, with your scalding hot chai tea spilled all down your front.

You hissed, pulling your shirt away from your body as your skin instantly turned red- then you frowned at the sight of blood on your palms.

Great. Just what you needed.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” You snarled, looking up at the man you bumped in to. Of course, you had no idea who he was. You didn’t follow the Avengers like so many of your friends did. They were just other celebs to you- people who had attention because they were reasonably attractive- and wealthy.

“Didn’t see you there,” he said, holding out a hand to help you up. Your eyes narrowed and you got to your feet on your own, glaring at him as you kept your soaked clothes away from your burned skin. “Can I make up for it with a selfie?”

“You selfish prick,” you growled in disbelief, utterly shocked. “Who the fuck do you think you are, slamming into me and then thinking a selfie will make up for it?” As you spoke, you brushed the dirt and small rocks from your bleeding hands, refusing to look at the blood smearing your skin, refusing to feel the stinging pain and the burnt flesh.

He looked taken aback, and that was when you realized everyone around you was staring. Many had their phones out, taking pictures.

“Don’t ya’ll have anything better to do?” You yelled at the crowd. As your eyes slid back to the tall blond man, you noticed the raven-haired man at his side. Suddenly your eyes widened. “Loki?” You breathed, shocked to see him grinning at you.

“Oh, of course. She knows him, but not me.”

Ignoring him, Loki only smirked. “I apologize for my brother,” he said, green eyes sparkling as he took you in. “Is there anything I can do to make up for this?” He asked, gesturing to your ruined clothes, spilled drink and bloodied hands.

You blinked, star-struck.

“I- I don’t want to be a bother-“

“Nonsense.”

“Really, I’m fine, thank you though. I don’t want to waste your time.”

Loki cocked his head, staring at you curiously.

“I insist.”

Not one to say no to a god, you nodded slowly.

“Okay-“

And before your brain had truly caught up, Loki had his hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from the crowd.

Suddenly you were standing in Avengers tower. You gasped, glancing around in awe.

Loki, god of mischief, had actually taken time to take care of you?

“Loki,” you murmured, catching sight of him as he rifled through a closet. “Is... is this your room?”

He stopped, glancing at you. “Of course! I really am sorry about Thor, he’s a train wreck. Honestly.”

Your knees went weak and you stabilized yourself on a nearby dresser, quickly pulling away when you realized you were getting blood on the wood. Glancing between the god and the furniture, you yanked on your sleeve and tried to awkwardly wipe away the blood.

“I really don’t want to bother you, Loki, I’m sure you have much better things to do with your time. Just meeting you is- I mean, you’re, well, a god, and I’m just... me.”

You blinked, and Loki was right in front of you, his head tilted as he stared at you.

“Thor is also a god,” he murmured. “And you called him a selfish prick.”

You bit your lip. “I can apologize,” you whispered, cheeks flaming. “If it bothered you. I just- I don’t know. It sounds stupid, even to me, but I wouldn’t know him from anyone else, even if someone pointed him out. You, though, I’ve always admired you.”

“Really?” Loki asked, appearing genuinely surprised.

You laughed. “Yes, really.” Suddenly the entire situation crashed into you. “I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you. Holy shit.” You peeked up at him and bit down on your lip again, folding your hands together to keep the blood from dripping on his carpet. “Can I just say that I am so sorry for the way you were treated? I know it’s weird, and I feel like I’m really overstepping a boundary here, but I think it needs to be said. You’re just... incredible. And misunderstood. And really handsome- I cannot believe I just said that.” You glance at the ceiling, knowing your face is a tomato. “I’m, um, gonna go now...”

Loki catches your arm as you move past him. There’s a tingling in your palms and an itch across your chest- you glance down to see your skin knitting back together and healing right before your eyes.

“Stay?” Loki whispers, not meeting your eyes. “If you truly believe what you just said... will you stay just a little while longer?”

You are speechless for a moment, staring at him in shock. He notices.

Of course he does.

“If you don’t want to-“

“I want to. I just don’t think I’m worthy-“

“You are worthy of so much more than me.” Loki answers, and you can see the glassy film of tears in his eyes as he looks at you.

You shake your head, feeling bold. Reaching up, you frame his face with your hands.

“Listen to me, Loki Laufeyson, you are worth it. You are strong and smart and handsome and talented. You are the son of Odin and Freya, the only son they actually chose- and that is something to be proud of. Anyone you decide to spend your time on is incredibly lucky, and I am entirely jealous of anyone who can call you a friend.”

Loki stares at you for a long moment, his green eyes piercing you. He finds nothing but honesty in your words, and the thought of someone caring enough for him to say such things sends the first tear down his cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his chest aching pleasurably at the words he did not know he needed to hear. His hands come up to frame your face just like you are doing to him, and he feels like someone understands.

And even though you’re standing there in a ruined shirt, having met the god by being tanked by his brother, you can’t help but think this is the best day of your life.