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tripleyeeet · 6 months

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Summer! Hi! Can I request a Loki blurb in which he and the reader reunite after some time apart. Perhaps it’s an unexpected encounter? Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort… I leave the details up to you! <3

SORRY FOR DYING

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Gender Neutral Reader

SUMMARY: After going through the motions of his death, Loki decides to pay you an unexpected visit.

WORD COUNT: 964

WARNINGS: Angst, hurt/comfort.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: God, I honestly can't remember the last time I wrote for this bastard. That being said though, it kind of felt like coming home. <3

MASTERLIST

You see him everywhere. At home, at work —in random spots all over the city, haunting you like a ghost. He’s everywhere and nowhere all the time, popping up at random, reminding you of his absent presence each moment you think you’ve forgotten.

It never gets any easier. Already with so many reminders of him lingering throughout your existence, you find yourself frequently cursing your mind for playing such tricks. For making you feel like he isn’t truly gone but instead just missing. Hiding. Waiting in the wings until the cue is sound and he’s able to return with a bow.

You hate that you miss him. That despite everything you still look at him like he’s this light. A brightened star against the backdrop of an otherwise dull existence. Because deep down, you know you shouldn’t think like that. Considering you’ve got a good life —a nice job thanks to Tony, a decent apartment in one of the nicer neighbourhoods in the city, a close-knit set of friends and family that care.

Overall, you’re privileged in a way a lot of people aren’t. Having been blessed with more than enough to live a happy life, you know that thanks is the only thing you should relate to your life. That every time you lay your head at night you should just appreciate what you have rather than long for the one thing you let slip through your fingers time and time again.

God, you wish you could.

More than anything, instead of focusing on what you lost you wish you could feel acceptance. That, as you walk through the hallway of your apartment late one night, eyes half closed with exhaustion, you wish you could envision anything but him crawling through your fire escape.

Swearing under your breath, you rub your eyes and tell the vision to go away —to leave you alone just this once because you’re too tired.

Having dealt with a seemingly endless trail of paperwork thanks to some stunt Tony had pulled at a gala last night, the last thing you want to clearly see is him draped in all his colours, using his magic to push open the window before crawling inside. No, instead you want to lie on your couch and watch reruns of your favourite show until you fall asleep. To escape reality for the remaining time you have left.

Except you can’t. Not when he’s huffing into the air, his chest heaving once then twice as he looks towards your frame, blinking.

Angrily, you groan and palm the sockets of your eyes, forcing your mind to reset its cruelty as you begin to turn on your heel, suddenly feeling a hand.

It locks roughly against the space above your elbow, pulling you slightly back. In response, you drop your hands reluctantly and turn to look, seeing the vision from before mold into something real. Tangible in a way that has your heart pounding in your chest —your eyes searching for potential signs of error.

Quicker than anticipated, you find that there are none. As you stand before him, taking in the uncharacteristic warmth that radiates across his skin, creating pools of sweat across his brow, you realize he’s really there. Standing in front of you, gripping your arm. Holding you with such deep distress you can practically feel the tremors of his anxiety.

“You’re alive.”

The words sound wrong. Like the lies you often heard spilled from his lips, it feels like you’re at the opening of another trick, waiting at the entrance for the punchline to hit.

“I am.”

“How?”

The edge of his lip twitches, as if he’s prepared to offer you that signature smirk before he realizes that he shouldn’t. You’ve just found out he’s alive after all, and as funny as it would be to downplay the situation as nothing more than just another game, you both know the thing you need most is comfort.

“It’s, uh, it’s complicated.”

He licks his lips as he looks you over, taking in your features, familiarizing himself with their placement despite already committing them to memory.

Somehow you look the same yet completely different. A copy of yourself, he decides.

“Complicated,” you repeat, practically gnawing your own words through clenched teeth as you feel his grip begin to loosen.

Neither of you know what to say then. Considering you hardly spoke of the issues spread between you when he was alive, it feels wrong to start now. To pretend like suddenly everything’s okay. Because even if his death could signify a clear upheaval of old habits, you know deep down he’ll never change. He’ll always be the same complicated, stubborn God just like you’ll be the headstrong to a fault mortal he mistakenly fell in love with.

“So, uh how—how’ve you been?”

His voice crashes through your skull despite being barely above a whisper. Wreaking havoc amongst your thoughts, it’s the kind of ridiculous question that manages to distract you long enough to forget that sometimes your body tends to detach from your mind. Doing whatever it wants in the form of stepping into his space and grabbing hold of his waist, you pull him roughly towards you, feeling your mind immediately calm.

“Terrible.”

Pressing your cheek against the leathers of his armour, you feel his awkward chuckle reverberate against your skin, reminding you of the few times things were good. Easy. Moments where instead of forcing yourself to hate him in between arguments you were able to just exist with him.

“I’m assuming that’s my fault.”

You feel his arms wrap around you then, weaving through your nervous frame to settle against your shoulders as he places his lips to your head, as if to say I’m sorry for dying, please forgive me.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Miscommunication causing an argument with Loki?

hello, thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy this!! sorry it's so late akjakhfkjasj

words: 1,314

summary: loki overhears you telling wanda a secret, and he takes it the wrong way. eventually though, everything gets straightened out.

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The Wrong Brother

Loki walked through the hallways of the compound, trying not to look like he was doing so for a reason (even though he was). He tried as much as he could to keep up the facade of indifference around everyone on the team, because he liked the fact that they didn’t really bother him if the world wasn’t at stake.

There was only one person living in this building (other than Thor) that he did speak to on a regular basis, and that was you. You were the only person who had tried to get to know him when he first moved into the compound, and you were the only person that he truly trusted enough to open up to (because Thor had the tendency to accidentally repeat things told to him in confidence). He was also harboring a crush on you, but he tried not to think about that.

Loki could hear your voice faintly through the wall when he turned the corner, and it was clear you were talking to someone. “I don’t know if I have the courage to tell him,” you were saying, and Loki’s interest was immediately piqued, having no idea what (or who) you were talking about.

“I think you’re just a little nervous,” Wanda’s voice was the other that drifted out into the hall, and Loki crept closer to your closed bedroom door as he tried to piece together the situation that you were discussing. “I’ve seen the two of you interact, it’s not hard to come to the conclusion that he feels the same way.”

Jealousy began to bubble in his stomach as Loki realized this had something to do with romance; you clearly had a crush on someone and Wanda was encouraging you to pursue them. The logical part of his brain never even considered for a moment that the mystery person could be him, and he couldn’t help the frown that formed on his face as he continued to listen.

“You keep saying that, but I don’t know why,” you said. “He’s a god, what makes you think he’d ever be interested in someone like me?”

So it was Thor that had captured your affections, Loki thought as he stalked away from where he was eavesdropping through the door. Of course his oaf of a brother was the one that caught your attention, even though he had been head over heels for you from almost the moment you had started getting close to each other. And while he didn’t know exactly how Thor felt about you, he could see why Maximoff might believe that he returned your love.

Of course he would never get anything he wanted.

Of course he would always be overshadowed by Thor, even down here on Midgard.

Of course you wouldn’t want someone like him.

An unfamiliar feeling of discomfort started to spread in his body, and he turned around and retreated down the hallway, not wanting for you to realize his presence and ask him what he was doing. He hated this feeling, that he decided must be the ache of unrequited love, and he decided that he never wanted to feel it again. He resolved to keep his distance from you as much as he could, to save him from the pain of seeing you and Thor together and being reminded of what could never be his.

***

You noticed that something was off about Loki almost instantly, when he started to avoid you at any chance he got. The first day you had just thought he wasn’t feeling well, but when the odd looks and clear signs of avoidance continued, your worry for him began to grow. Loki didn’t really have anyone else he regularly talked to in the compound other than you and Thor, so after you decided that you had enough you approached his brother to see if he knew what might be wrong.

Thor hadn’t offered any insight into Loki’s souring mood, but it did give you a chance to him, albeit in a way that you might not have chosen if you had been able to control time. Loki stepped into the lounge to see you and Thor deep in conversation, worried looks on both of your faces as you discussed the man both of you cared for (although your feelings were very different than Thor’s brotherly ones).

You both stopped as the object of your conversation stepped into the room, took one look at you and Thor, and then turned around and left, his face contorting in disgust. You looked quizzically at Thor, who only shrugged and gestured for you to follow Loki. You did so without hesitation, and you finally caught up with him as he stepped foot in the library. “Are you okay?”

“Why do you even bother asking me that?” he asked. “You know the truth.”

You stopped, a little taken aback by the sharpness of his tone. “Loki, I don’t actually know,” you replied gently. “I haven’t seen you all week, and it seems like you’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“Yeah, well it sure seems like it, so don’t you dare lie to me.” If he wanted to be sharp, you could step up to the plate too.

“Go bother Thor,” he said, his expression incredibly sullen. “I know he’s the one you want anyway.”

His words threw you for a loop, because Thor definitely wasn’t the brother you were interested in, but how could Loki even think that? “What are you talking about?”

“I heard your little conversation,” he said. “And I know how you feel about him, so why can’t you just leave me alone to get over it?”

The “little conversation” in question had to be your discussion with Wanda a few days ago, but you were talking about Loki with her, not Thor. Finally, it dawned on you, that if he only heard part of that conversation, he probably assumed you had feelings for his brother, and if he was interested in you (which you finally realized that he seemed to be), it would make sense that he was jealous. “Loki, I was talking about you,” you blurted out, hoping that this was the case and you didn’t just make a fool of yourself.

Maybe you could have been a little more tactful (or poetic even), but your blunt confession seemed to do the job this time. Loki just stared at you for a few moments before responding, and it was like you could see the gears in his head turning. “What?”

“If you’re talking about my conversation with Wanda, the topic of discussion was you,” you said. “But I wasn’t sure you felt the same way about me, so I didn’t want to make a fool of myself and confess to my feelings if you were just going to turn me down. Then you started avoiding me completely and I couldn’t help but think that I was right, that you didn’t like me at all. So I went to Thor to see if he knew why you were acting strange, and that’s what you walked in to see.” He just continued to stare after you finished speaking, and you stepped closer to him. “Loki? Are you-”

It all happened so quickly, the way that he took your hand and pulled you closer to him, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry if that was too forward,” he said when he pulled back, way quicker than you would have liked. “But-”

You didn’t even let him finish that sentence before you had pulled him into another kiss, and you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered when you felt him smile into it.

It may have taken little while for you both to get on the same page, but none of that mattered anymore, because you had the god you wanted.

-the end-

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Hi! I saw your requests are open and I would like to request something. The thought of Loki pretending to be someone else just to make sure the reader really liked him back is both sad and amusing at the same time. Can you make a short story or drabble based on that idea? Thank you so much.

I love this idea, so very much!! I think it would be funny watching him try to act like someone else, and also sad like you said that he would feel he needed to do that, soooo I'm gonna pick this up, and run with it!! 😁💚 thank you for the request!!

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Pairing: Loki x gn reader

Warnings: touch of angst, self esteem issues, a dash of fluff. Loki being loki, mentions of alcohol

Summary: your a lab technician at stark tower, and with that you've grown close to the group of heroes, developing a massive crush on a certain God, little did you know he felt the same...

You sat at the bar, nursing your drink contemplating why you came. Tony was infamous for his lavish parties, but you would rather be curled up on your couch watching a movie with your blanket. "Hey y/n, having fun?" You heard Bruce as he walked up. "I mean I guess, why did you invite me again?" You asked sipping your drink. "Because, you spend all day in that lab, you deserve a little fun." He said grabbing his drink. "If you say so." You sighed swirling your glass. "Come on, go mingle." He said nudging your arm. "Maybe in a bit." You said looking down. "Ok suit yourself." He said walking off.

Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the only person you wanted to talk to. Not seeing the raven haired man anywhere, you sighed waving at the bartender "he's probably already taken someone to his room." You said to yourself. "Hey, there you are." You heard Steve as he sat next to you. You looked up at him "heeey Steve, how are you?" You asked looking around, thinking he must be drunk, he hardly ever talks to you.

"Oh, you know, busy defending justice and all that." He said smiling. "Right." You nodded watching him. "So, having fun? See anyone interesting?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows. Yeah, he's drunk. "Oh, um yeah it's alright. Not really what I'm in to. Id rather be home on my couch." You laughed as he watched you. "Hmm, well, anyone you want to take to that couch with you?" He asked winking. You sighed "look, Steve, I'm flattered, but.." you started "No, No not me. Anyone.......else?" He asked leaning on the bar. You felt your cheeks heat up thinking about the man you would love to take home and have your way with. "Umm, not really no, well he's not here anyway so." You shrugged.

"Oh, there is someone. Come on, who is it?" He asked turning towards you. "Steve, I don't think.." you started "nonsense, you can tell me, I won't say anything, scouts honor." He said holding his hand up making you laugh. "Ugh alright. Well he's tall, the softest looking hair, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, he's charming and sweet, beautiful really." You sighed looking down "and a voice that could melt an iceberg." You said downing your drink. "Mmm sounds dreamy, does this charming man have a name?" He asked "mmm, I don't think I should say." You said looking at him "besides, he would never feel the same about me." You smiled sadly.

"You don't know that, your intelligent, witty, have a wonderful sense of humor, and you have a way of lighting up whatever room you walk into, any man would be lucky to have you as theirs." He said sternly. "Ha ha yeah ok." You rolled your eyes. "Y/n.." he started before he looked to the other side of the room. "I...uh have to go....I forgot I have to.....polish my shield. Can't fight for patriotism with a dirty shield." He saluted running off. "That was weird." You said sipping your drink. You sat there a bit longer, turning to scan the room. You saw Steve talking with Tony and Bruce, Natasha and Wanda were sitting on one of the sofas as you spotted Thor and Loki sitting on the other. You sighed, finishing your drink you pushed yourself up heading for the elevators.

"Hey kid, leaving so soon." You heard Tony ask. "Yeah, I'm gonna head out. Oh, Steve how's your shield?" You smiled remembering your conversation. "What do you mean? It's fine." He said furrowing his eyebrows. "You said you needed to polish it, remember?" You asked. "When did I say that?" He asked "earlier, when you were at the bar, you said...." you stopped as realization hit you, that wasn't Steve. "Will you excuse me please." You said leaving Tony and Steve.

You headed for the sofas, but Loki was gone. You scanned the room, standing on your toes searching through the sea of people when your eyes spotted his raven hair, ducking between people heading for the elevators. "Oh no you dont." You said as you pushed past everyone heading for the hall. You came out right in front of the hallway, not seeing Loki come out when you turned towards the elevator, seeing him in his black suit, frantically hitting the elevator button. You strode down the hall, determined to catch him before it arrived.

"Loki.." you said coming up behind him. You saw him freeze before turning around, offering you a huge smile. "Y/n, hello. How are you?" He asked. "Cut the crap, I know it was you." You said poking him in the chest. His smile fell slightly as he looked at you "I apologize for my deception y/n, but I needed to know." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Needed to know what?" You asked crossing your arms. "How you felt about me." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "What, so you can mock me, tease me, tell everyone how pathetic I am?" You said beginning to pace the hallway. "Absolutely not, that is not why I wanted to know." He said stepping forward. "Then why Loki? Why would you humilate me? trick me into admitting I love you!" You yelled, slapping your hand over your mouth realizing what you said.

Loki stepped forward, staring into your eyes as the elevator dinged. "Nevermind, I'm going. Good night Loki." You said, feeling your eyes tear up as you stormed into the elevator, frantically pressing the button, watching Loki stand there staring at you as the doors closed. "God I'm such an idiot." You sighed to yourself as you reached the ground floor, heading to your car. You fiddled with your keys as you heard footsteps behind you "y/n, please wait." You heard. "Loki, I don't want to talk about it." You sighed turning around, not realizing how close he was.

"The reason I wanted to know how you felt about me, was to see of my feelings were reciprocated." He said bringing his hand up, cupping your cheek. "Wait, what?" You asked as he smiled. "I have longed for you for sometime, your the only reason I go to that dingy lab." He said sliding his hand to your neck. "Why didn't you just ask me?" You said looking at him. "I was...afraid I may have been wrong." He sighed looking into your eyes. "Y/n, would you allow me to court you?" He asked grabbing your hand with his free one. "You, want to court.....me?" You asked staring at him. "If you'll have me, yes." He said stepping closer, his nose inches from yours. "Umm...I'd like that very much Loki." You said smiling.

You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and back, as he closed the distance, pressing his lips softly on yours. You turned your head, deepening the kiss, running your along his bottom lip, sliding your tongue in as he parted his lips. He moaned into your mouth as your fingers laced through his hair, slightly tugging. Pulling apart for air you looked into eachothers eyes "so, wanna come sit on my couch with me?" You asked "I would love nothing more." He said, pecking your lips climbing in the car. "Oh, and you really need to work on your impression of Steve, I thought he went crazy." You laughed starting your car. "Noted." He said laughing.

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burning-omen · 10 months

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Loki Laufeyson x Royal! Gn!reader headcanons

(a/n: pretend I've posted more than once this year PLEASE! Also the request is over a year old at this point so uuuuhhhh)

Warning: mentions of stitches and blood, mention (1) of possible sex.

Requested by anonymous: Hey, I think you are taking requests atm? If you're not I'm very sorry, could I request being royalty and dating Loki would include headcanons, and gn reader maybe?

Your relationship with Loki was a secret.

Mostly because, as the current ruler of (kingdom), it was in your best interest to keep up a modest and disciplined appearance.

Dating a terrorist didn't exactly scream modest or disciplined.

recovered terrorist.

Well, with your current position, dating was completely off the table anyways so you might as well go all out.

You could have been dating the most normal, sainest person in the universe and they would have still called for your immediate removal.

Luckily, you and Loki could keep a secret

You met when he, very gracefully, crashed into the side of your castle. Having nearly broken your window, only to land- unconscious- on your balcony.

It was late, but as luck would have it, you were awake- reading of all things.

After calming your guards, who'd burst in upon hearing the massive collision, you went out to see what hit you.

When you saw the man you thought that he was an assassin, but the giant gash on his forehead (from hitting a massive, stone castle at 200 miles an hour) led you to think that the man was harmless- and probably going to die due the blood loss soon anyways.

You did eventually decide to bring him in, patching him up with a hand-me-down sewing kit and laying him in your bed.

He was enraged when he woke up, having been knocked out of the Bifrost by Thor roughhousing.

You didn't know who Thor was- or what a bifrost is- but the way he raved about his ‘moron of a brother’ made you laugh

He didn't stay long after that, letting himself rest in your bed and be dotted on by a sovereign (yes, he was royalty himself but being cared for by maids and servants just felt different, it felt static and practiced- you were different, your touches were elegant, but unknowledged in the act of serving- you were warm and caring- and still carried an air of hard earned superiority. It was odd), before leaving.

The next time you saw him was on the news years later, despite your family and your kingdom as a whole being old fashioned, you were still allowed some modern luxuries- like a television.

The knowledge that you'd rescued a god was rather jarring, but not as jarring as the fact that he was trying to take over the world.

Skipping ahead, the two of you met again over a decade later. For him, the time had passed like nothing, considering how long gods live, for you, that decade had dragged on longer than you could have ever predicted.

You met at a ball, despite being the current ruler for over a decade your parents, who were thoroughly retired, insisted that you'd still mingle with the lower lords and such.

After hours of small talk with various dukes and lords and princes, you met him again.

You talked, far longer than your parents had ever taught you to talk to a single person at a social gathering. You had other people to meet, other connections to make, yet you stayed with him.

The party ended in a blur, you were eventually pulled away from Loki to see the guest off.

By the time you got back to where you last saw him, he was gone.

A bit defeated, you returned to your room, the guards posted by your door wishing you a good night.

To your surprise, when you entered your bedroom- he was there, sitting at your desk, a book in hand and a gentle, yet focused look on his face.

“Lord Loki, what a surprise.”

“I don't think our conversation was quite finished yet, I figured you wouldn't mind me waiting here for you.”

Despite your last meeting being brief, the two of you were able to click together like old friends. Talking into the late hours of the night.

As you stood behind the dressing screen, tossing your royal party garnets- or “the itchy ones” as you so affectionately named them as a child, over the edge, running your mouth about all the current drama that has been accumulating within your court.

“Lord Isolles, the short man with the long, gray mustache, half of his children are illegitimate, born completely out of wedlock, and he's married too, their mothers are various other duchesses and princesses, I guess he's very popular with the older women in my court-”

Stepping from behind the dressing curtain, practically running for your wardrobe, quickly scavenging for something less uncomfortable to wear than your previous outfit, then running back.

“-I don't see what they see in him but 70 is a bit out of my age range.”

“You do know that I'm over a thousand years old, right?”

“Yes, but you're a god- so it's different.”

You did, eventually, end up in your bed (sexually or not is up to you).

In the morning, he was still there, his back facing you. Without much consideration, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to your chest. You felt his stir for a bit before settling. One of his hands resting over yours.

He is a surprisingly heavy sleeper. Though, after a while of dating, you kinda figured out that it was a biological thing, considering the other asgardians you end up meeting, including his brother, who just confirmed what you already thought.

The two of you stroke each other's egos to the point that it's concerning.

He will kneel at your feet and praise you in your (empty) throne room as long as you are willing to do the same for him.

Matching crowns, jokingly calling him your consort until it stops being a joke, Loki purposefully getting captured by your guards just so he has to stand trial before you, being wildly inappropriate the entire time, you enjoyed it- of course you did, he was a bastard but he was a lovable and entertaining one.

You wanted to kill him afterward, but he was forgiven eventually.

“Various” lords and lady’s visit you only for it to just be Loki in disguise

He likes to think that it's his way of giving you a break on your busy days.

If you wear Asgardian style royal attire he absolutely swoons, actually, if you wear anything he gives you he’ll swoon. Be it a pendant or a full outfit.

Taking you to little Asgard to meet his brother, because despite everything he does love him.

Telling you about his mother and how much you would have loved each other.

Eventually moving into a bigger room to make space for him so he can stay with you permanently.

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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for a mini musing: bringing loki a cup of tea bc he looks a little down, and when you ask if they need anything else they pull you onto his lap and says “just you, my love” and kisses all over your face? :(( i love loki sm

this is legit so fuckin cute n i made it so fluffy n i just love loki so much shit man

“Tea,” you murmur, thrusting Loki’s favourite mug into his hands, mindful of the steaming liquid almost overflowing from the rim. His tired eyes meet yours and you coo, running your cool hands across his flushed face. He makes a little sound from the back of his throat, craning into your gentle touch.

“Thank you,” comes his quiet reply; he takes a sip, the hot steam leaving a damp sheen over his face, before setting the mug down on the table next to your bed.

“You wanna talk about it?” you ask softly, considerately.

“I’m just tired, dove. I promise it’s okay.”

“Okay.” Your voice is no more than a whisper, unconsciously mimicking his languid tone. “Do you need anything else?”

“Just you, my love,” he sighs, tugging you into his lap. You squeal, melting into his loving embrace as his lips press against the corner of your mouth. Before you can reciprocate, they’re travelling away, pressing against the frown lines in your forehead and your smiling cheeks. Even the little dimple in your chin isn’t left unkissed. His thumbs come up to push away the creases left in your face from your fretting and you giggle, curling into his chest.

“I love you.” The confession is nothing new, a recitation that’s become habit for the pair of you, but still, you tell him whenever you can.

“I love you more,” he chuckles, a smile cracking across his exhausted face.

“Never.”

He pulls you down until you’re comfortably laying on the bed and your arms automatically open for him, drawing him in without a single word. He settles himself in the juncture of your neck and his eyes become visibly heavy, fluttering as he forces them open.

“Shh…” you mumble, nuzzling his cheek with the tip of your nose. “Don’t fight it, just sleep.”

“But the tea…” he whines pitifully, arms snaking until they have you encased between them.

“I’ll make you more when you wake up,” you reassure, the telltale signs of amusement creeping into your features: a tilt of your lips, the little crinkle of your nose and the narrowing of your eyes.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he grumbles plaintively.

“I’m not, I promise,” you say, although you’re biting your lip to contain an affectionate smile. “I love you,” you repeat, fingers toying with the dark hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Love you more…” is his muffled reply as his eyes close for good, breaths evening out as all of the anxiety and unrest finally exits his body.

He just needed you.

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cosmic-glow · 2 years

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For the drabbles,, how about 23 with Loki?

Notes: I love Loki, so I hope you like it, good reading!

Warnings: Nudity, is SFW and without pronouns.

Drabbles Game:

"Where is my shirt?”, “OUR shirt”- Loki

It wasn't in the most obvious place, so maybe it was in another drawer. But it wasn't. On the desk? Not. In the laundry basket? Neither. Under de bed? Just dust.

Loki had already searched everywhere upstairs, from the bedroom to even the balcony, but found no trace.

Everyone must have an outfit that they like best, maybe because of the fabric, or the print, or the cut and fit, regardless. Loki has a favorite shirt too. And this is the one he is looking for.

The day is hot, the man had taken a shower and just wanted to wear something comfortable and cool. However, it can be said that all the pieces in his wardrobe are too social or formal for a summer day. But there was one that was different from the others. It was a black dress shirt made of silk, a soft and icy fabric, beyond comfortable, perfect for these days. That was Loki's favorite shirt.

The same one he couldn't find anywhere even though he knew it was clean.

Giving up, the man came down the stairs and went to meet you, ready to ask for help. You were prepared breakfast, it was notable for the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

-Love, do you know where is my shirt?

The man asked crossing the kitchen arch, he looked around on the way in case he saw it lying around somewhere in the house.

-OUR shirt, you mean.

You corrected him and turned around, and only then did he set eyes on you, who were wearing his silk shirt and only your underwear underneath. The man froze, admiring you (still surprised) in silence, the chin slightly dropped. After the shock wore off, the man laughed before speaking again.

-No, darling - began to approach - I'm sure this is my shirt. However - he said before you could argue - you can use it too since it looked so good on you.

Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, resting his face in the curve between your neck and shoulder, taking the opportunity to distribute a few kisses. You laughed at his reaction, turning back to the stove. Loki sat down at the table behind you, again silently admiring you.

The fit of the fabric over your body, getting wide on you even if it get tight on him, but still not hiding all your curves, emphasizing your ass in such a way that he had to hold back from touching you. The man was fascinated.

-How many pancakes?

-… Hm? Sorry, what did you say?- he asked, being abruptly taken out of his thoughts.

-Pancakes. How many will you want? - you repeated.

-Oh, whatever. Just leave some for me, love - he said, looking back at your curves.

That was Loki's favorite shirt.

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President Loki SFW Alphabet

HEADCANON SERIES. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- SFW Alphabet, Part 1, Part 2

PAIRING. president!loki x gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 4.318k TEMPLATE BELONGS TO caitlinpotter & slightly ib spilledkauffie TAGLIST. @queen-of-elves

THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff, mentions of sex

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The self-absorbed and arrogant presidential nominee is just as affectionate and touch starved as every other Loki variant in existence. He may resist his urges to pull you close to him at the first couple of weeks, but after confronting his newly experienced emotions with you and having your consent, he wouldn’t hesitate to share physical intimacy with you at any given opportunity, especially in front of his subjects and variant L1130. He would have you on his lap during meals, kissing the back of your hand or your features briefly, spontaneous hugs from behind, holding your hand when you’re seated across the table, etc. Literally any form of physical contact would satisfy his neediness.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Horrible. He’s a walking red flag but that’s okay because red is my favourite colour and he would definitely backstab you at some point. It’s just in his nature and a very toxic trait of his, that’s literally why he doesn’t have any friends except Mobius. He has a soft spot for that TVA agent and it’s actually understandable as Mobius knows Loki better than you do, truth be told. President Loki actually wants to befriend him but oh well, he got pruned with his unacceptable attitude and behaviour shortly. The president got wildly enthusiastic and inquisitive when you told him about Mobius getting pruned prior to variant L1130 and he wanted to send his army to kidnap him all because he wanted to have a small reunion with him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

President Loki absolutely loves cuddles but he barely ever initiates them with his huge ego. It totally depends on the circumstances, the level of necessity and how desperate he is for that physical contact. For the first few weeks, he’d even act like he despises them so much that he’d warn you to not cross the boundary he had set with a bolster, dividing the bed into two equal areas like a child. And guess what, he ends up having his limbs entangled with yours anyways and gets teased for it. Positions don’t really matter to him as long as he gets to be in your arms, but his tops would always be spooning and the honeymoon hug. He really likes being the little spoon which he never admits.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

For someone who craves attention and adoration from the public, President Loki has never really given thought to settle down, so expect him to take you on the craziest adventures on seeking that sort of life and authority he wishes to share with you. He isn’t exactly unfamiliar with cooking but not an expert either, he knows how to make snacks for his teatime and supper due to lesser pampering compared to Thor which led him to pick up numerous survival skills. He’s absolutely terrible at housework though, normally he’d have the maidens or his subjects do them instead since he breaks everything in sight and gets super frustrated with cleaning devices invented on Midgard. Regardless, he would never ask you to do them.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In all honesty, I don’t think there’s any possibility of this occurring as your profound bond only strengthens with every minute spent. Trust me when I say that this has never once crossed his mind, not when he finally has this wave of serotonin surging through him whenever he’s with you and has someone solely meant for him after a millennium or more of being alone. The only thing tearing you apart would be death since you’re not immortal. It’s one of the reasons why his rationality attempts to stop him from getting emotionally attached which obviously failed miserably. He knew it’d break his heart to watch you age as each year passes, until the day you’ll depart this life and leave permanently. Nevertheless, he wants you so desperately that he’s willing to pay the price of love that tragically follows ─ grief.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As a candidate of a presidential election who thirsts for subjugation and is engaged in efforts intended to increase his voter turnout, he’s never really considered marriage, children and blablabla. It’s always remained the same even after he got pruned, where his main focus switched to seizing control of Kid Loki’s throne, claiming rule over the Void instead. Fairly familiar with his personality and mindset, you’ve never rushed him or brought up a serious discussion about further commitment. Things started changing ever since he overheard one of the nosy neighbours questioning you about it, witnessing how you shrugged off awkwardly in response. It reminded him of your short-lived lifetime as a mortal which dismayed him a bit and had him wondering if he’s supposed to take further action.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

President Loki is capable of being tender despite his kinks and fetishes in bed, in addition to his callousness towards his subjects. He wouldn’t want to wound his fragile little doll by accident and hence, he never manhandles you without your consent. After going through so much for the past thousand years, he’s pretty tough emotionally. There were times when he’d reach his breaking point which he refuses to reveal to anyone. And you wouldn’t question a word about it, but just offer him your company and hold him in silence instead.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He really loves hugs and he could never go off a day without having his arms wrapped around you. It’s a little coping mechanism of his truthfully, now that you’re his home. He never admits how comforting it is with the warmth radiating off of you and how secure your arms make him feel though, not that his pride would ever allow him to. He’s quite initiative with hugs which eventually becomes something you’d tease him about whenever he pulls you into his arms, praising how embraceable and warm you feel against his cold frame. But of course, you still knew when to stay silent and just let him hold you for as long as he desires, assuming that he probably needs it more than anything at the moment.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took him months to acknowledge that this particular emotion freshly experienced by him is called ‘love’ and it took all of him to enunciate the phrase itself he’s never once used. From that moment onwards, he’d always use it to assure you of how his devotion towards you is undying and how much you mean to him. He wouldn’t really make his “I love you” fast unless it’s in an exceptional situation like having his breath ragged. And as the sweet partner he is, he'd even make his “I love you” come off really poetic sometimes!

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Perhaps it’s because of his past traumas and lack of familial love which resulted in him being immensely insecure, he gets very jealous as soon as he sees anyone flirtatious approaching you, especially variants of his own. No creature in the Void had the nerves to harm or fancy you for the excruciating consequences and agonizing torment which awaited. The last time you tried to provoke him by getting unnecessarily close with variant L1130 (which succeeded), he straight up told him that the both of you fucked although you weren’t in a proper relationship yet. He literally did everything in his power to address you as his. During your stay on Midgard, he certainly didn’t fail to catch a glimpse of the mortals’ lustful gazes roaming across your body. President Loki would get physically intimate with you, keeping his palm on your body. He actually wouldn’t even mind taking you right there and then if you allowed him to. He may or may not have murdered a couple of them who ignored his grimace and refused to back off even under his menacing glare, truth be told.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Full of passion, whether it’s a rough kiss, quick peck or an amorous one. There’s something about the way his lips brush against yours rhythmically, the unique form of energy passing through that connection. It doesn’t just remind you of how much he adores and yearns for you, but also how every inch of you rightfully belongs to him and all that you’re worth. I think President Loki is the type of guy who loves kissing your thighs, hands and lips. He also genuinely loves kissing body parts and physical flaws you’re constantly insecure with, it’s sort of an act of reassurance of his. Being utterly aware of how impactful these littlest insecurities could be, he wishes to show you how divine you are to his eyes. Meanwhile, he loves receiving jaw and neck kisses. He never knew how much he enjoyed them until you were seated on his lap whilst he was analyzing items collected across the Void, kissing and licking his jaw and neck, practically begging for his attention. Apart from that, he finds forehead kisses from you extremely reassuring, especially when you’re cuddling and he’s the little spoon.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Depends on whom do the children belong to. The mischievous prankster definitely pulls harmless tricks on the neighbours’ kids as his little revenge for ruining the tranquil dates at home with all of the intolerable screaming and wailing. So expect Halloweens to be a total disaster. It’s actually undeniably embarrassing as you end up receiving complaints the next morning, referring to Loki’s behaviour as immensely immature and foolish. You’d nag him a bit about it, but it’s who he is and what makes him the God of Mischief, ya’ know? On the other hand, if they were children of his own, he’d absolutely spoil them with equal love. He may not be a virtuous man but years of receiving lacked fatherly love surely enlightened him on how to nurture a child appropriately. And apparently, he’s incredibly great with children when he chooses to be with his amusing tricks and stories. You discovered it when the both of you were asked to look after one of the neighbour’s five-year-old daughter whom he surprisingly favours (you assumed it was because of how quiet and polite she is).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Back in the days stranded on the Void, you’d still get to sleep in, nuzzle against his bare chest as he refuses to let you go. However, life after the escape was completely different, especially since he held a government office eventually. President Loki’s work hours are quite irregular from all of the meetings and his only day off is on Sunday when the both of you finally get to relish mornings with one another. It’s not exactly pleasant with the neighbours’ children’s insufferable squeals and stomping up and down the stairs, but it was great. Notwithstanding his persistent attempts of persuading you to stay in bed and have the rest you required, you’d creep your way out of his arms to prepare him breakfast afore he sets off to work. Ordinarily, he’d be ready and well dressed, rushing down the stairs with his lounge coat and silk tie hanging across his shoulders. Breakfast would be nearly ready and he’d greet you with a kiss on your cheek, a hug from behind or both. There were a couple of occasions when he would oversleep on purpose and consequently you’ll have to go wake him up. Instead of panicking about being late, he’d groan and pull you into his arms, taking another day off.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Pillow talks are a must. Being the commander of an army in a space known to be the end of time and later on, portraying the role of someone important involved in a political campaign, the amount of time President Loki was able to spend with you was extremely limited with his hectic schedule. He couldn’t help but constantly feel guilty about it, viewing his efforts in making up to it as wholly inadequate despite your reassurances. It could be a conversation up to hours about anything in the world, added up with lots of chuckles, pampering, kisses and cuddles (shingles position/sweetheart’s cradle position/’pillow talk’ position). He’d even touch your cheek or rest his palm on your hip spontaneously which is super adorable. This is what makes him look forward to night times to be honest, literally the best way to end his exhausting days.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took him a year or more to open up to you as he fears that you might not be the one he considers you to be, agitated if you’d really accept the true him filled with flaws. There were so many missed opportunities when he wanted and could have just spilled it all at once, but he didn’t. He either didn’t know where to start or the words would just get stuck in his throat and you gave him all the time he needed, reassuring him that he doesn’t have to talk about it. President Loki’s true heritage as a Frost Giant and all the childhood traumas wasn’t exactly a secret after coming across with countless versions of him. In fact, you’ve seen his true form from a different Loki variant and he looks hot not gonna lie, you’ve just never told him that. He was very insecure about how he appeared to be the first time he showed you his Jotun form, instantly regretting his choice despite trying to conceal his anxiousness. Meanwhile, you were trying so hard to not get lost in his crimson eyes or fall even harder for him if that’s even possible. And he tells you everything that night.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very, I feel like he’s that type of boyfriend who goes “I hate everyone but you”. So when it comes to you, he’s extra patient and tries to control his temper instead of just brushing you off like how he does to everyone else. And even if President Loki’s patience is wearing thin, he would never lash out or raise his voice at you. He’d just stay silent and go have some fresh air or take a drag at the balcony to calm himself down and think straightly.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Look, he may be forgetful with his tasks from time to time, but he remembers as long as it’s something related to you because you’re important. He takes notes on everything you’ve said, notices the littlest habits you might not even know you have and remembers them. It's quite surprising as you’ve never really expected him to remember this much, knowing that he has his responsibilities and a lot on his plate.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Every second spent with you has always been delightful as it reveals these new parts of him he never knew existed, leading him to contemplate his future plans and arrangements involving a spouse. It leaves him inspiring with awe of how someone could make him feel so many positive emotions, replacing his endless pit of worthlessness and emptiness. The night you both confronted your true feelings towards each other was the best night he’s ever had. It’s the first time he felt like he wasn’t alone anymore, that he deserves love and peace, someone he could call his in his life too. Most importantly, he felt wanted and worthy of someone, unlike the past thousand years he’s spent feeling like he’s never gonna be good enough for the people he loves.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

100% protective towards you. It’s hard not to be constantly worried about your safety with his enemies across the Void, Alioth consuming everything in sight and his protestors on Midgard. And being kidnapped and held hostage by his enemies didn’t help put him at ease. Back in the Void, he made you promise him to always ask for his permission before leaving the base and to return within five hours or else he’ll take it as a sign that you’re in danger. He’d send one or two of his subjects to be alongside you too, just in case anything happens. After moving into your new home on Midgard, he takes safety measures such as installing an alarm system, security cameras and even casting spells to shield the house from all sorts of destruction. He may seem overprotective at most times, but that’s simply because he loves you dearly and he’s literally willing to die for you. In reverse, he doesn’t really like being protected, truth be told. He wishes to be the roof sheltering you as he feels like it’s his responsibility to keep you safe and sound.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries and gifts?)

It could be your usual weekend date, an anniversary celebration, a special day meant for lovers, literally anything as long as it’s an appointment with you, he would pour plenty of effort into it. He would take you to fancy restaurants for the most romantic meal and lavish you with overpriced gifts and costly pieces of jewelry. Not that you were unappreciative but it really is unnecessary albeit it came with great intention in which he only wanted to impress you and give you the best there is to offer. He loves you a lot, but he seems to always forget that you love him just as much and you’re way past materials. He’d take you on simple dates too, where the both of you could have some peace together, free from all sorts of disturbances. If this was the case, he’d probably take you on a visit to the national library, have a little stroll through the art museum, a short vacation at the beach when it’s not as crowded, stargazing in parks, etc. It’s a really long list especially since you’re his first love and he can’t wait to do everything with you!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Hear me out, I personally headcanon that President Loki smokes. He picked up this really bad habit in the course of his stay on Midgard during the presidential election but stopped for a time being after he was pruned. Well, he doubt if there were any cigarettes over the Void as survival supplies were scarce. You learnt about his addiction after the both of you made your escape from the Void to Midgard. It was just the second week since you’ve moved into the new luxurious terrace house the both of you had rented when you noticed the cigarette smell engulfing him just as he returned from work; how dissimilar his lips tasted against yours; the pack of cigarettes and lighter laid on the coffee table in the living room. He’s not obsessive to the point where he’d have an excessive amount of it a day, he only takes a drag to relieve stress. Though, he avoids smoking around you as secondhand smoke is dangerous to your health if inhaled, doesn’t matter if you’re a smoker or not.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It’s actually quite evident that President Loki tries to keep his very-sexy-president image all the time, you could literally tell from how neatly and stylishly dressed he is among the rest of his variants. Sure there were some small tatters here and there which is understandable with the dreadful conditions in the Void, but he looked fairly delectable nonetheless and his charisma made up most of it. Like I mentioned, he’d even wear his headpiece to sleep and remain his perfect look with his magic.. But his concern diminishes as time passes and little does he knows that you find him just as alluring with his tousled locks, his raspy morning voice, not to mention the possible scars left on account of the rough times spent in the Void and past conflicts encountered.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Now that he’s found someone this significant and worthwhile to him, yes. It wasn’t really noticeable at first since the both of you were inseparable in the Void (his protective ass would never let you leave him for more than five hours anyway) until he had to leave New York City for a week due to job purposes. The business trip was unexpectedly tormenting with his mind dwelling on moments you shared and his eyes glued on your pictures saved in his electronic device. It felt like a piece of him was missing and he missed you terribly that his chest would physically ache at the slightest thought of you. He’d wonder what you were doing at the moment, if you’ve had your meals or hydrated and most importantly if you missed him too. It takes him everything to resist his urge to teleport himself back home immediately and just be in your arms once again. Furthermore, I feel like he would absolutely video call and text you 24/7, expect lots of random selfies from him too!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

President Loki is a huge fan of pizza (yes im only saying this because im obsessed with pizzas and idrk who isn’t, sorry to non-pizza lovers reading this), he’d call it the best invention in history of Midgardian food he’s ever devoured. Frankly, he didn’t really like it at first since his first time having pizza with his fellow assistant before he got pruned was absolutely horrible and it left him a really bad first impression on it. Nevertheless, seeing that you wanted to have one as your first proper meal after your escape, he followed without a word. The moment you learnt about his hatred towards this magnificent creation, you literally couldn’t stop complimenting on how scrumptious it is and he would knit his brows with his lips pursed in repellence. As soon as your pizza arrived, he had no choice but to give in and take a bite under your convincement. And surely, he instantly fell in love with it and you ended up ordering a pepperoni pizza for him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in general?)

A Thor fangirl and Loki cosplayers which are quite self-explanatory. That look of disgust plastered across his face whenever he encounters one of them is priceless. He wouldn’t hesitate to humiliate his brother by telling the Thor fangirls stories of when they were children or throw offensive insults regarding his brother. It’s actually pretty hilarious and you’d ask him to tell you more of those stories when you’re having your pillow talks. It’s true that President Loki loves his own fanbase who faithfully supports him, whether it’s because of his actions or looks. However, there’s one thing that he would never tolerate ─ cosplayers. Having to deal with multiple versions of himself was a complete nightmare and meeting mortals dressed up exactly like him, mimicking his tone and elegance inaccurately in public was the last thing he’d expect. He’d seen them over various social platforms under his hashtag and the majority of them were undeniably creative, but he just couldn’t stand it. He corrected a Loki cosplayer he came upon once and got into an argument with them, nearly getting arrested for it. And one more thing, he’s not fond of noise either which is why the neighbours’ children drive him up the wall.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Asides from only being able to slumber when you do (unless if he’s worn out), President Loki isn’t one to snore loudly or drool but hogging the sheets late at night could be quite exasperating. Come to think of it, it’s a rather strange sleeping habit of his as his Jotun form should enable him to withstand low temperatures. There was this one morning when you woke up with a runny nose, unfortunately catching a cold since your lover had unconsciously stopped cuddling you and snatched the sheets, again. It was drizzling rain and chilly that night, worse luck. And even if he didn’t mention a word about it, you could tell that he felt guilty and he was certainly blaming himself for you falling ill. Of course, you’d wrapped your fingers around his hand and reassure him that it’s alright. He took a couple of days off to look after you and that was when he disclosed his hidden talent in making snacks that you savoured. Thenceforth, he promised to make you his secret snack recipes more frequently during his leisure. After fully recovering, he insisted to install a heater in your shared bedroom and make sure that he cuddles you tightly every night.

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Warmth

Reader gets too cold while sick, and Loki takes them to their psuedo father, Steve Rogers, to warm them up

Loki x gn!reader

I had gotten sick in the tower before but never this bad. I was completely bedridden and would fall if I tried to get up. My body was betraying me and I was already very tired of it.

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The flu.

Worse than the nausea and the headaches was the chills. A bone chilling shake took over my entire body and I couldn't warm up to save my life. Loki had tried everything, he used his magic to conjure more blankets, a heater and even a fire place, but I still shook nonetheless.

"My love, what can I do to help you?"

My teeth chattered as I began to speak. "There's o-one thing that m-might work. B-but I don't want to leave y-you."

Loki placed his hand on my covered one and kissed my forehead. "Anything. What do you need?"

I weakly sat up, keeping my blankets wrapped around me. "Steve. W-when I get sick his heat always w-warmed me up."

Loki's face dropped ever so slightly before he pretended not to care. I knew it would hurt him that someone else could fix what he couldn't.

"I'll take you to him at once. Come here, I'll carry you."

I let out a weak laugh. "Loki, I'm far too heavy. I'd crush you."

Loki put his hand on my back and under my knees. "You underestimate me."

Before I knew it I was being lifted effortlessly, whether it was magic or his raw strength, he made me feel weightless. Blush rose to my already warm cheeks.

Loki carried me across the compound to my old suite, opening the door without knocking. Steve was standing in the kitchen, startled at first but as soon as he saw me his expression softened.

"What's wrong, what happened to them?" Steve's voice was so gentle, more so than I expected.

"The flu, they're fine but they can't get warm despite my efforts. They requested you, that you could warm them."

Steve nodded and took my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. "Let's get you in bed."

Loki followed Steve to the back room where he slept. When he opened the door my heart grew warm, he still kept my stuffed animals on his bed despite me no longer sleeping here.

"Let me have them." Steve requested, and Loki handed me over as if I weighed nothing. Steve carefully laid me into bed, covering me with his own blanket on top of mine. Steve quickly crawled into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my midsection.

His warmth immediately penetrating my ice cold bones. Loki knelt next to the bed, taking my hand in his and placing a kiss on the back of it. His expression was filled with worry, but he knew I was in good hands.

I curled into Steve's chest, reveling in the abnormal heat that radiated from him. Thank the heavens for the serum. Steve held my tightly like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go. It felt like forever since I'd slept in his bed, I started lulling to sleep.

Soon, my teeth stopped chattering and my shakes were less violent. Sleep took over my senses and I was truly at peace in the presence of the 2 men I trusted more than anyone.

"They look peaceful." Loki spoke in a hushed tone, trying not to wake me.

"They always were here. They had awful nightmares after New York, but the dreams stopped after they started sleeping here with me."

Loki nodded, mostly to himself. Guilt filled in his stomach, knowing he caused pain to the one he loved so much without even knowing them yet. He leaned in an placed a kiss on my head.

After awhile of shared silence between the three of us, I began to stir. Sweat beaded at my hairline and above my lip.

"I think their fever is breaking." Steve said, wiping sweat from my forehead.

My eyes fluttered open, landing on Loki's face. I smiled, reaching my hand out to run my fingers along his jaw. "Hi sweetheart. I missed you." I whispered, low enough for only Loki to hear. Or so I thought, forgetting Steve had super human hearing.

Loki melted into my touch, his smile shining bright as he gazed into my eyes. His relief was present on his face and it made me love him more.

Steve gave me a squeeze before sitting up. "Hey kiddo, you feeling better?"

I slowly sat up, still weak but stronger than before. I gave him a nod, and he patted my back. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you want, it's still your home too, you know."

I placed a kiss on his cheek before swinging my legs off the side of the bed.

"I know, Stevie. It still feels like home, I just have two homes now."

Steve gave me a smile but it didn't reach his eyes, there was a sadness there. His little one all grown up, he was nearly empty nesting.

Loki took my hand. "Do you need me to carry you, Darling?"

I shook my head. "I think I've got it, but you can steady me."

I slowly stood, holding Loki's hand to balance myself. He placed his other hand on my back, gently guiding me.

"Wait," I stopped, turning to Steve and reaching out my arms. He climbed out of bed and hugged me tightly. I muffled a quiet "Thank you." Into the crook of his neck. He kissed my temple and replied with "Anytime. I'm always here."

#Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Laufeyson x reader #Loki Laufeyson x Gender Neutral Reader #Steve Rogers #sickfic #sick reader #original

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kortsitron · 6 months

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Comfort

✮ PARING Loki Laufeyson × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS hurt/comfort, drabble, avenger! Loki, unsure!(?) Loki

✮ SUMMARY You came to Loki for comfort

✮ A/N I won't lie, I have been feeling like shit and honestly I would die to go to sleep in Loki's arms while he tells me I'll be alright. I also made it neutral enough that the comfort can be read no matter what your situation is [ao3]

He couldn't quite recall it really happened. He wasn't exactly the nicest nor the cuddliest one, or at least that's how Loki saw himself.

But somehow you ended up at his door in the middle of the night. You were a sobbing mess, not being able to catch your breath, and as much as Loki thought he wasn't the right person to comfort you, he couldn't just let you suffer.

You came specifically to him, so he took you in, even though he believed there were other people who would be able to take better care of you during that situation.

And that's how he invited you to his bed, where the two of you cuddled, as he played with your hair as his chilly fingers of his other hand traced your spine. It seemed like his unusual body temperature calmed you down, even though your breath was still shaky at times and you were catching deep breaths uncontrollably.

He found the sound of your heartbeat quite soothing. At first it was almost furious, making him worry that your heart was going to jump out of your chest. But then started to slow down, until it became nice and steady.

He kept murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. His voice was a little raspy from sleep, but it gave it a nice, soothing effect. He kept giving you little, but meaningful kisses, over your forehead, on the crown of your head, on your cheeks, nose. All over your pretty, tear stained face.

When you finally fell asleep, Loki held you tighter. As much as he wasn't sure for long he wanted to be a part of Avengers, he knew he couldn't just leave you alone with your troubles, especially when you were hurting so much.

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years

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thigh riding headcanons ; original avengers & loki (18+)

kinktober day twenty five extra

pairing ; bruce banner x gender neutral!reader, clint barton x gender neutral!reader, loki laufeyson x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, steve rogers x gender neutral!reader, thor odinson x gender neutral!reader, tony stark x gender neutral!reader

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bruce banner

thigh riding is the safest way for bruce to pleasure you because there’s very minimal risk of him hulking out and hurting you

it also allows you both to work around his busy schedule and the state of exhaustion it leaves him in

like he can just lay back in bed in his pyjamas and let you take care of yourself with minimal work on his end whilst he just praises and encourages you in equal measure

or you can just straddle him when he’s at his desk in the lab and take care of yourself whilst he works on some paperwork — one arm holding you steady against his chest whilst the other works on whatever s.h.i.e.l.d assigned to him

he also just enjoys seeing you ride his thighs because he gets a perfect view of every expression and reaction you give him

clint barton

thigh riding is usually used as a type of foreplay for clint or just as a way for you both to get off when you’re both too tired or too busy to do anything else

it’s usually very messy and clumsy, filled with lazily wandering hands and sloppy kisses as you love against each other

he’ll be half guiding you, half letting you take control — getting pleasure both from pleasuring you and from the minimal friction caused by you brushing against his clothes crotch

clint isn’t necessarily talkative when you guys do this, but he does tend to let out a good few grunts, groans and muffled moans that sound vaguely like your name

big on teasing you about it after the fact either through outright stating how good you looked/sounded/felt or by slapping/pinching/patting your ass as a sign of appreciation

loki laufeyson

thigh riding is an act that loki can either take or leave depending on your preferences

like he doesn’t dislike it, and in fact would quite enjoy to see you pleasuring yourself on his thigh — so desperate for him that you can get off without much intervention so long as he’s there

but he solidly prefers oral and penetrative sex to thigh riding

that being said, if you were to ask him he’d be more than happy to oblige — spreading his legs wide to accommodate you where he’s sat and patting one thigh in an inviting gesture be treated by the smug, mischievous smirk that graces his features

he’d either give you his complete attention or none at all; either returning his focus back to whatever it was he was doing beforehand (likely reading a book) and allowing you to take what you needed from him, or taking complete control and guiding you every step of the way as you get off on his thigh

the former is a subtle way to humiliate you and get you to beg for him — to show off the effect he has on you without him having to say a word (you can’t get off without him yet you’re eager enough to soil his clothes with your desperation)

and the latter is a complete show of his dominant nature: large hands grasping at your waist or hips to hold you in place with no room for argument, piercing eyes shamelessly looking over every inch of your body, strong thigh pressed up against your clothed sex and silver tongue teasing and mocking you for your desperation

either way, your climax will come on his terms and you’ll be receiving plentiful teasing commentary before, during and after the fact (including remarks about you returning the favour in due time)

natasha romanov

thigh riding is something that nat enjoys being on the giving and receiving end of depending on her mood

if you’ve been good or she’s too tired to have sex with you, she’ll instruct you to straddle her thigh and ride it — keeping one hand on your hip to maintain control as she lets you take what you need

though this doesn’t mean she’ll let you get away with anything — you’re still very much so at her mercy even if you’re on top, so expect to be given instructions to follow and proper punishments if you fail to do so

even if your relationship is more vanilla, nat would still maintain this air of dominance she’d just lay off the punishments

if she were to ride you, however, it’s usually due to a combination of your misbehaviour and her need for release

as in she’ll straddle you and take whatever pleasure she wants, allowing you to see her completely bare and horny, but forbidding you from touching her and denying you that same release in return (i.e. you can see her but you cannot touch her)

steve rogers

thigh riding is a completely alien concept to steve and would only really be done if he’s too busy to tend to you otherwise (such as if he’s prepping for a mission and has been neglecting you)

doesn’t really guide you as he trusts you enough to let you take what you need, but will have one hand lightly gripping your waist to make sure you don’t fall

will dutifully follow any requests you make of him — though he will 100% get rather red in the face and stammer slightly through his “of course”s and “like that?”s

and whilst he does try to get his work done, he can’t help but get distracted and aroused by the sounds you’re making and the feeling of you sliding along his thigh — especially if you’re leaving a wet patch behind

so despite his best efforts, no more work will be done after this as thigh riding will usually precede love making unless he’s physically unable to do so for some reason

thor odinson

thor is always eager to please you and can get off on giving pleasure alone, so thigh riding would be something he’d happy to try with you

starts off very chatty and vocal, one hand leisurely resting on the small of your back as he praises and compliments you in every tongue he knows — only occasionally breaking it up with questions about if you’d like him to do anything

trusts you to take the reins for the most part, but will sometimes move his thigh up to meet you just to get a reaction out of you

well he tries to hand over the reins, but after a while the combined friction of your leg accidentally brushing against his crotch and the feeling of your arousal through his clothes starts to get the better of him and he starts to take control

of course he’s still chasing your high, but the way his large hands are gripping your waist and his mouth is crashing against yours — successfully muffling the loud groans and grunts he’s making — may be enough to convince you otherwise

but either way you’ll end up reaching your high soon enough, with plentiful bruises on your hips and the swollen lips to prove it

tony stark

tony tends to treat thigh riding as a type of foreplay or one way of him to meet you in the middle if you have a higher libido — which would be shocking considering his reputation

he doesn’t really get too much pleasure out of having you ride him, but he’s not shy about enjoying the view - tending to lean back on his forearms and letting you take what you need

shamelessly looks you up and down and is very big on dirty talk when you’re riding his thighs — commenting on how he can feel you through his clothes and telling you to just “take what you need honey/babe/etc.” whilst he relaxes

as foreplay he’d be much more involved, using it as a way to make sure you’re prepped and excited beforehand by moving with you and reaching down to play with you through your clothes as you grind against him

but either way this man will not be subtle about how much he loves seeing you come undone on top of him

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ashdreams2023 · 1 month

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Hi! Could I request a loki x hispanic reader who likes listening to romantic spanish music and would occasionally sing them to him :)

Loki x Hispanic reader

Disclaimer: I don’t listen to lots of Spanish music nor do I have any Latin friends to take info from so this is free styling till it makes sense 💀

Loki is open to any sort of entertainment, it’s also a plus when it’s something you like

At first he would just observe you humming those songs to yourself while going on about your day like nothing

Then he’ll catch you sometimes swinging your hips from side to side and making dramatic gestures with each lyric

Since he can basically understand every language in the world he can easily get why you get so passionate about the lyrics

Even when you’re acting all emotional and warped up in your blanket listening to them

At one point he would just memorize a bunch of songs since they’re on repeat all the time

He hums with you without realizing it and when you point it out he shoo you off then goes back to humming again

Loves him some Selena, his favorite song is {I could fall in love}

Since he’s a quick learner, you bet you he’s up in the kitchen swinging with you from side to side while your music is playing

Regarding the language though, he gets nosey real quick, especially if you’re being loud on the phone

Shares your headphones when you’re both cuddling

When you take him to family gatherings and the music starts playing in the background he taps his foot self consciously the whole time

Be prepared though, the aunties will steal him away if they find out he knows good music

"And you were hiding him from us! Shame on you"

Sometimes when he’s not feeling so well and he lays his head on your lap you sing to him and run your fingers through his hair he really likes that

Big green puppy eyes watching you with so much adoration it will make you melt each time

"I wish to always hear your beautiful sing to me for the rest of our lives Amor"

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hearts4court · 5 months

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i want them to eiffel tower me.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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How about a loki ficlet where you are on a mission to find this bookshop but it doesn't appear on Google maps and loki has to help you find it?

(Get some desert to go with that wine bby you deserve it!!!)

i definitely didn't skip getting dessert today, don't worry! this is more platonic than romantic, but i hope you enjoy it :)

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loki laufeyson masterlist

A City Adventure

Not even bothering with a greeting (or a knock), you stepped into Loki’s room and found him sitting on his bad, an open book in his hands. “You have magical powers right?”

Understandably, he didn’t want to answer your question right away. “Why?”

“I need your help.”

He looked at you like you had three heads and echoed his earlier sentiments. “Why?”

“I need to find this bookshop, and it’s not coming up on my phone.” Normally you would feel weird about asking a literal god to help you with an errand, especially a god that had tried to take control of the city just a few years prior, but you weren’t afraid of Loki. In fact, you had been growing closer to him as of late, and the two of you have bonded over your shared love of books and quiet spaces to read them. You were confident that once Loki knew the reason of your plight, he would lend his skills to your aid.

That, and he wasn’t usually allowed out of the tower, and you could only imagine how cooped up he was feeling, so any chance to leave would be a golden opportunity.

“Do you have the address?” Clearly you had caught the god’s attention now.

You nodded. “Yeah, but my phone says there’s nothing at that lot when I look at the directions.”

“Why don’t you just use a map?”

“You know, you’re being awfully resistant to the one person that can get you a few hours outside of these walls on a fine spring day,” you said, eyebrows raised.

Silence. That’s how you knew that you were right, but he didn’t want to admit it. “Fine, I will accompany you and aid in your quest to find this bookshop.”

“Great!” you said, and soon the two of you were walking down the streets of New York City. You nodded down towards the piece of paper in your hand, that displayed the supposed address of your holy grail bookshop. “Do your thing.”

He stopped, a skeptical look on his face. “My thing?”

“Yeah, you know, your magic!”

“I’m sorry, do you think part of my ancient magical gifts involves an intergalactic positioning system?”

Okay, maybe you were goading him a little. But in your defense, he was cute when he got a little annoyed. “I asked if you could help, and here you are. Are you saying you can’t do anything?”

He sighed, and then waved his hand at the piece of paper that held the address.

Nothing happened.

“Great work,” you said. “This has been so much help.”

Slowly, you started to see the realization dawn on his face that you weren’t being rude to be rude, and he started to loosen up. “Well, you haven’t exactly been a shining help either.”

“Touché,” you said, a smile on your face. “Why don’t we just head in the direction of the address and see what we can find?”

About fifteen minutes, an impromptu stop for lunch, and a near-death experience with a cyclist later, you and Loki were finally standing in front of the window to the bookshop. It was not only exactly in the place where you thought it was (and the address you had was completely correct), but you still had no idea why the map on your phone refused to show it.

You may have had to endure a clear “I told you so” look from Loki and a muttered joke about you needing his help to find your way out of a paper bag, but you didn’t really mind. This afternoon had been more fun than you’ve had in a long time, and Loki was more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him before. Both of things were worth more than a little teasing anyway.

- the end -

#2023 spring ficlets 🐝#loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson fanfiction #loki x reader #loki x reader fluff #loki laufeyson x gender neutral reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Request!! I like asking the same kinda fic cuz I love certain tropes but I love seeing how different writers run with it.

Reader is sick, but Loki worries about them excessively due to the "ignorant alien boyfriend" trope.

🦄🦄🦄🦄

Ok...........here we go 😁 sorry if it's horrible @lokiprompts lol 💚💚

Take Care Of You

Pairing: Loki x gn reader

Warnings: mentions of illness (not covid), not graphic, none really, all the fluff

Summary: you come down with your seasonal cold, it's nothing new. But your new boyfriend believes you are on deaths door.

You rolled over, groaning as the light streamed in throught the curtain. You felt an arm wrap around you pulling you backwards. "Morning darling." Loki sighed, burying his nose on your neck. "M...morning Loki." You tried to say, your voice scratchy and hoarse. You cleared your throat as he shot up looking at you "What's wrong with your voice?" He asked watching you. "Nothing, it's just.." you started coughing, burying your face in your pillow.

"That is not nothing! What is wrong?" He demanded as he sat up rubbing your back. You lifted your head looking at him "I'm just sick, it happens every year." You sighed. You felt his cold hand on your forehead "You are burning up darling" He said getting up. "Lokiii I'm fine I promise. Couple of days I'll be all better." You tried to reassure him. You pushed the blankets off to get up when he pushed you back down. "You need to rest. I'll take care if you." He said wrapping the covers around you.

You groaned rolling your eyes. "Don't move, I will return shortly." He said before getting dressed and leaving. You sighed staring at the ceiling. You absolutely adored Loki, the way he took care of you, he would literally do anything for you. You just wished he didn't think you were going to drop dead any second when you got a runny nose. Another coughing fit started as Loki came back "Darling I made you some hot tea and soup. I am going to speak with Dr banner about your condition, I want that finished when I come back." He said setting the tray on the nightstand.

"Lo dear, you don't need to call Bruce, I promise I'll be fine." You told him sitting up. "I adore you my little stubborn mortal, but I am going to take care of you. Now eat. I will be right back." He said kissing your forehead. You couldn't help smile as he pulled his phone out calling Bruce. Who would have thought the man you demanded eveyone kneel, would be waiting on you hand and foot. No one had ever made you happier.

"Darling, I need to run to the store, will you be ok?" He asked walking around the bed. "Yes I'll be fine love." You smiled at him. "Stay in bed, I'll hurry." He kissed your head as he hurried out the door. You finished your soup as Loki returned, setting several bags on the bed. "Did you buy the whole store?" You asked, your voice raspy. "After speaking with Dr Banner, he told me some things to get for you." He said. You watched him pull out every kind of medicine you could think of, as well as a humidifier, cough drops, a hot water bottle, and several boxes of tea. "Lo, is all that really necessary?" You asked as another coughing fit started. "Absolutely, now first things first." He said rolling the sleeves of his shirt up he went to the bathroom.

He came back a few minutes later, pulling the blankets down, lacing an arm through your legs he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom setting you on the counter. "First, your going to take a hot bath, I added some oils to help you relax. Then I'll get you your fluffy sleep clothes, and get you back in bed." He said pulling your shirt off. "Lift up darling." He said as you held yourself up and he slid you sleep pants down. He then picked you up again, gently placing you in the tub. You sighed as you sank into the warm water, it soothing your aching muscles.

He grabbed the sponge, pouring some soap on it as he carefully cleaned you up. "Are you doing ok?" He asked lifting your leg up to scrub it "mmm hmm." You hummed hearing him laugh. "Ok, head back." He said as he poured the shampoo in your hair, massaging your scalp. "Keep your eyes closed." He said as he slowly laid you back, rinsing your hair. He rinsed you off, pulling the plug on the tub, grabbing a towel, he turned around, helping you stand wrapping it around you as he carried you back, gently placing you on the bed.

He went to the closet, coming back with you pajamas and underwear. He took the towel off you, drying you off as he kneeled down, sliding your underwear and pants on. "Stand up a second." He said, helping you up to pull your pants in the rest of the way. "I could have dressed myself love." You said watching him. "Nonsense, let me help you." He smiled, pulling your shirt over your head. He picked you up again, laying you in bed, tucking the blankets snugly around you. It took him a bit but he got the humidifier running, as he sat on your side of the bed "ok, sit up darling" He said pulling you up.

You took your medicine as he kissed your forehead again "your temperature has gone down, so that's good." He smiled, running his fingers through your hair as he laid you back down. "Will you lay down with me?" You asked looking up at him. "Of course darling, give me one second." He said getting up. You smiled closing your eyes, you had to admit the bath was exactly what you needed. You felt the bed dip as you turned your head, seeing Loki getting settled. "Lift up just a second." He whispered as you lifted your head he fluffed your pillow before pressing you back down.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked laying down facing you, his fingers slowly running through your hair. "So much better, thank you Loki." You smiled. "Anything for you my love." He said kissing your head. "Loki.." you sighed opening your eyes "I love you." You whispered as your eyes slipped closed. "I love you too my precious little mortal." He whispered back. You hated getting sick, but you knew when you did, Loki would always be there to take care of you.

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 17- Praise Kink

Loki x gn!reader

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), body worship, oral, multiple orgasms, established relationship, no use of y/n

Notes- I purposefully wrote this with a gender neutral reader cause Loki does not limit himself to any one gender! And who wouldn't want to feel praise by him?! And I will forever use "lovely" as Loki's petname for reader after meeting Tom Hiddleston at a con years ago and that's what he called me!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Oh my lovely,” Loki purred, “You look exquisite like this.”

Loki had you stripped nude and spread out on your back as he ravished your body with praise and kisses and touches. His eyes were blown black with lust as he couldn’t get enough of you. You were an insatiable craving, but he would spend every day working to satisfy. It was a challenge that Loki was more than up to.

“Loki,” you moaned as you surrendered yourself to him completely.

“Darling,” he kissed his way down your chest, “Your sounds are music to my ears,” Loki paused when he reached between your legs, “Now let me hear you.”

You cried out as Loki dove in, licking and sucking and nibbling every inch of you. Tears formed in your eyes as your mind swam in pleasure under his tongue. He found every spot that drove you wild, and he knew how to play you.

“Divine,” Loki murmured as he broke away, “Your taste is that of the nectar of the gods.”

That made you giggle, “Stop it,” you said playfully.

“I speak the truth, my lovely,” his tone turned sincere, “I could spend hours here savoring the taste of you.”

You whimpered as he dipped his head down once more and ran his tongue along every sensitive corner of your body. Your legs trembled as he hit the perfect spot and you cried out loudly. “Fuck! Loki!”

“That’s it darling,” he cooed, “Let go. Let me hear you scream,” he kissed your skin, “I’ll be here to catch you.”

Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as your climax hit like a volcano. You screamed his name as you came hard and you clutched the sheets for dear life as he worked you through your climax. Your entire body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you thanks to Loki’s excerpt tongue.

You gasped when he finally broke away from you, leaving you a heaving and panting mess, “Shit, Loki,” you breathed, “I’ll never get used to how good you are with your tongue,” you quipped.

That made Loki laugh softly, “And I…” he pushed himself forward to kiss your chest, “Will never tire of how lovely you are when you fall apart for me like that.”

Loki wrapped his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking hard. You buried your hand in his hair as you arched your back and cried out in pleasure. His cold, soft hands kneaded your chest as he grazed his teeth across your nipple.

“Lovely,” he hummed as he kissed his way across your chest and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

“Fuck!” you moaned as you squirmed underneath him.

“That’s it, my darling.” Loki trailed his fingers down your chest until he reached your crotch once more, and as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, he pushed two fingers inside, “Fuck…” he echoed you as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Loki… Ahhh…”

“Come on, lovely,” Loki cooed, “You can give me another one. I know you can.”

“Oh shit,” you tugged at his hair, eliciting a low growl from deep in Loki’s chest.

Wet sounds filled the room as Loki’s fingers thrust into you over and over and over again, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. As he whispered incoherent praises against your skin, your second orgasm hit, and it was just as hard as the first. Your juices plashed between your bodies as Loki pulled every ounce of your climax from your body as he could until you let out a low whine.

Carefully, he pulled his fingers out of you and kissed his way up your body, up your neck to your face, “Are you alright, my lovely?” he whispered as he kissed your temple.

“Yes,” you breathed, blinking your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the look of admiration Loki gave you, and even though you’d cum twice already, you felt like you were about to again just from the way he looked at you.

Without another word, Loki leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours immediately. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you pulled him closer, and Loki ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body tenderly. He moaned into you as he rutted himself against your body, and you sighed into his lips when you felt how rock hard his cock was.

“Darling…”

“Yes,” you interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask, “Please Loki. I want you… I need you.”

He pulled back and cupped your face, “Not as much as I need you, my lovely.”

The admission caught you both off guard, and for a moment you stared at each other wide-eyed. But, Loki recovered and launched himself in and kissed you deeply once more. This kiss was more heated, more passionate, more desperate, and you held him close as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready, my dear?” he asked in a low tone.

“I am,” you whispered back in a soft but confident tone.

Loki groaned as he pushed himself into you, causing both of you to gasp. Neither of you let go of the other as he rocked back and forth, thrusting his cock into you over and over again as your legs framed his body on either side.

“Darling… You’re incredible,” Loki stammered as he thrust into you faster, “So beautiful... So lovely.”

“Loki,” you moaned, “Feels so good,” you murmured.

Suddenly, you gasped as Loki hit that sweet spot inside you once more. He paused for a moment, watching your face in astonishment, before he pounded into you with fervor. More intolerant praise flowed from his lips as he felt his own climax quickly approach.

“Cum with me, my lovely,” Loki purred as he gritted his teeth.

Both your climaxes hit simultaneously, and you wrapped yourselves up in each other as you rode out your peaks together. Tears filled both your eyes between the pleasure and the emotions until either of you had any more to give, and Loki collapsed down on top of you with a grunt. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you wanted to move, and your hands stroked each other’s skin wherever you could both reach. Loki placed a series of light kisses on your chest as you let out a soft laugh.

“What is it, darling?”

“That,” you breathed, “Was amazing.”

Loki hummed in satisfaction, “That is was, my lovely,” he picked himself up to place a tender kiss on your lips, “That it was.”

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