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mionemymind · 6 months

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The Actress & The Geek

Summary: A late night practice causes Y/n and Wanda to confess their feelings.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Slight Angst

A/n: I might post another one shot like this with a similar layout but different setting, like what if they needed an understudy? Would y’all want that?

Word Count: 1.5k

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“Wandaaaa, where are you taking me?” Y/n annoyingly asked. Her newfound friend, Wanda Maximoff, dragged her to the College’s stage room. “I need help practicing my lines and you’re the only person I know who would be up at this time.”

Y/n glanced at the hallway clock, it was close to midnight and by now, Wanda’s friends were either partying or asleep. “I don’t know why you’re panicking so much. Everyone knows you’re going to get the part.”

Wanda pushed through the doors and excitedly ran up the stage, leaving Y/n by the bottom of the steps. “You don’t know that. I heard rumors that Violet might get it over me.” Y/n sighed at Wanda’s poor excuse of a lie. “Now stop being a baby and come over here.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and slowly walked up the steps and in front of Wanda. “Turn to page 214. I’ll start us off, okay?” Y/n reluctantly opened the script and turned to the page. Once Wanda saw that Y/n was ready, she started.

“Did I do something?” Wanda asked nervously, a hint of hurt in her tone. Y/n was stunned for a moment at how quickly Wanda got into character. Not wanting to disappoint her friend, Y/n tried her best to act in the scene.

“What makes you ask that?” Wanda walked away with a sigh as she combed her hand through her hair. “Are you seriously acting clueless right now?” Wanda gave Y/n a ridiculous look.

“Answering with a question doesn’t quite help-”

“You’re avoiding me.” A small pause happened in the script as Y/n and Wanda stared at each other. Y/n turned away, “I honestly don’t know what you mean.”

Wanda groaned and stomped back to Y/n. She spun her around and grabbed her hand. “Quit acting like a child and talk to me.” Wanda’s character was desperate to hear anything from Y/n, her eyes pleaded for some truth.

“I don’t know if I can tell you.” Wanda’s mouth twitched into a frown. She dropped Y/n’s hand and took a step back. Looking at the ground, Wanda played with her hands, unable to look at Y/n. “You used to tell me everything…but now you barely hang out with me anymore.”

Wanda’s eyes started to water, she started to walk away until Y/n’s character held her hand. “If I tell you-,” Y/n groaned as her character didn’t know what the best choice of words was going to be. In a softer tone, she says, “If I tell you…we can’t go back to the way things were.”

Wanda appeared scared of the truth but things had already changed ever since Y/n became distant. So who cares if the truth changes everything? Maybe now it will help this obstacle between them.

“I-,” Y/n’s eyes looked over Wanda’s shoulder, acting as if there was a character back there. “Tell me you’re not in love with him,” Y/n desperately begged. Wanda looked back, her hand still in Y/n’s, and pretended to see somebody.

She faced Y/n again, searching Y/n’s eyes for the meaning behind this. “What?” Y/n pulled Wanda closer, their faces inches apart. “Tell me you’re not in love with him.”

“Why does that matter?” Wanda challenged. Y/n gulped at how little space was between them but still pushed through with the character. “Because if you’re in love with him - I cannot be with you.”

Wanda acted as if someone called her name, but on cue, Y/n cupped Wanda’s cheek and kissed her briefly. “Find me - when you do, tell me you feel the same.” Y/n let go of Wanda’s hand and backed away to the other side of the stage, leaving Wanda at the center.

With wide eyes, Wanda touched her lips, the feeling of Y/n’s lips lingered. Her brain rumbled for the next line, but all she could focus on was Y/n. “Uh Wanda, did you want to finish the scene or?”

“You kissed me,” Wanda whispered to herself, surprised that it happened. “Did you want to kiss me?” Wanda only dreamed of a moment like this ever since she met Y/n back in the fall semester. She remembered bumping into Y/n on day one of rehearsal. Ever since then, they’ve always remained friends, until the day Wanda wanted something more.

In the basement of the party, Wanda sat with a group of her friends that go way back to high school and her castmates from the play. Y/n sat beside her already five shots deep into the night. Everyone was socializing and having a great time as the play had phenomenally gone well.

“We should play spin the bottle,” one of the crew techs said. Everyone was in some agreement wanting to spice the night up. “Okay, I’ll go first,” Steve said. The semester was close to an end and all Steve wanted to do was loosen up. He spent the majority of the semester worrying about his grades, his scholarship, and his football career.

The bottle spun and low and behold, it landed on the very person he wanted to kiss. “You down Bucky?” The liquor in Steve gave him the confidence he needed, otherwise he would have hidden. “You don’t even have to ask.” The two met in the middle for a slow but passionate kiss.

The group screamed with delight as Bucky deepened the kiss, almost going in with his tongue. “Okay you two, break it up!” Bucky pulled away with a charming grin on his face as Steve sat back looking love-struck. “Up next!”

Carol was next to spin, “God, I hope I get a good kisser,” Y/n whispered yelling into Wanda’s ear. The brunette forced a grin as she suddenly felt ill at the thought of someone else kissing you. She tried to think of something clever to say but nothing came out.

Focusing back on the group, Carol had just gotten done kissing Maria, another duo in Wanda’s group that had crushes on each other. It was now Y/n’s turn. She spun the bottle with great anticipation of who she was going to kiss tonight.

Slowly but surely, the bottle was making its last spins until it passed Wanda and stopped to the girl beside her, Natasha. Wanda could feel her heart drop as the two girls looked at each other with mischievous smiles. “Looks like you have to kiss me Y/n - don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

Wanda closed her eyes as she saw the pair leaning in, praying it would be over quickly. And when she opened them back up, she couldn’t help but wish that the bottle landed on her.

“Yeah - I mean it was in the script. I didn’t - I thought you wanted me to commit to it.” Y/n walked back to Wanda scared that she accidentally hurt her friend. “Was it fake for you?” Y/n stood still for a moment, afraid to answer. Wanda walked forward, closing the distance between them. “Tell me - did that kiss mean anything to you.”

“Wanda - I - I’m sorry. I really thought you wanted me to-”

“-What I want is to know if you like me or not. So tell me,” Wanda declared. The beating in her heart could not stop as she waited for Y/n’s answer. “I thought you would do just a kiss on my cheek or would have said that you kissed me out loud. But you kissed me and I can’t go back now.”

Tears formed in Wanda’s eyes as Y/n wracked in her brain for words to say. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long now - so please tell me that was real.” The tears fell to her cheeks as her heart beat in anticipation.

“Please say something,” Wanda begged.

“Please don’t cry,” Y/n whispered, her heart breaking at the sight of Wanda crying in front of her. “Why shouldn’t I?” Wanda wiped some tears with the back of her hand, feeling stupid for even confessing.

“‘Cause I never knew you felt the same.” Y/n pulled Wanda close and kissed her deeply, wishing to show that this was the kiss that Wanda deserved, not from some stupid play, but from the fact that Y/n truly loved Wanda.

Wanda steadied herself, placing her hands against Y/n’s chest as she fiercely kissed back. The more Wanda pushed to steady herself, the more Y/n leaned in, begging for more. Their gasps and labored breaths were in sync as the kiss went from passionate to needy.

With each kiss, Y/n poured her heart, wishing that she could stop tasting her tears. Pulling back slightly, Y/n heaved out, “Please stop crying.” Y/n used one hand to wipe away the tears. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

Wanda chuckled as she looked at Y/n with such adoration. “I think you owe it to me to redo the scene.”

“Want me to kiss you better?” Wanda pondered for a second, “Something like that plus you’re acting skills could use some practice.”

Y/n gasped, a feigned hurt expression on her face. “I think I was amazing. Might have to audition for lead love interest.”

“Guess we gotta practice our kiss scenes.”

“Way ahead of you Maixmoff.”

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fluffyfantasticducky · 1 year

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Smile for Me

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki was a perfectionist, and after all the mistakes he made he pushed himself even harder to earn his place as an Avenger. So when his first mission goes wrong he's going to need a lot of help from his darling to cheer you up.

☆ Word Count: 5,059 words

☆ Notes: Sad Loki, injured reader and Loki, cheer up tickles for Loki as requested.

☆ Warnings: Needle shot, stab wound (but it's not described in detail don't worry). Loki angst. Cheer up tickles aren't encouraged without the lee's consent. Reader is a bit insistent about it but it's my fic and I choose how to tickle my baby.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. He had planned it so carefully.

After months of earning the trust of the Avengers, months behaving like a top elite agent, and a lot of support of his brother Loki had finally been assigned his own team.

It had taken him so long, and so much effort… And it all went down in a few minutes.

One small mistake and they were detected. And as the cherry on this cake of mystery. You —who he wanted to protect the most— had been injured.

You and Loki had been dating for a while now. None would suspect a thing when you first met. But you had not only broken Loki’s walls, but you had him wrapped around your fingers and he was utterly and helplessly devoted to you. And for a while there wasn’t a single mission when you weren’t at least a duo.

But you had reawakened a hunger in him he thought lost for a while. He wanted command, but not the kind he used to want as a king.

Usually how missions went depended on the category. If it was an undercover mission, the teams were small and even two agents sufficed, Loki was sent to a lot of those, given his illusions saved months of infiltration. If it was an invasion to an enemy base most Avengers presented themselves to battle to make things easier, those were chaotic. If it was a rescue mission things got more complicated and there were several teams organized for fighting, one to retrieve information (and it was openly stated so, to avoid agreements between team leaders), and a rescue team to get the hostages.

And Loki wanted exactly that last bit. He wanted his own team for missions.

He worked for months, behaving perfectly during missions, working beyond diligently. Every mission he went to, was a mission with zero casualties and practically perfect success rate. Several months of training his body to regulate his strength to fight earthlings while not settling and trying to improve as well, which meant highly demanding training regimes, and staying up late to develop new spells that could help on missions.

And it all paid off the day he was officially named an Avenger, which meant it was a matter of time until he was assigned his own team for a mission.

That night you both had celebrated with a nice dinner.

“For the newest Avenger” you cheered elegantly as you raised your glass of wine. “And for the missions where you’ll be assigned your first team.”

“For the lovely mortal that made it possible” he smiled at you seductively.

“I didn’t do anything, it was your effort, Loki” you laughed softly. “It’s a great achievement.”

“Darling, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have even tried to achieve anything” he spoke as his tone carried a particular mix of pride and solemnity. “I hope I can be a man you can be proud of one day.”

“I’ve always been proud of you, but yes, this is yet another reason to be proud of my amazing boyfriend.”

“I like the phrasing of that” he said with a smug grin. “But seriously, I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

“What did I do?”

“I wouldn’t have had the patience to follow anyone’s orders if you had been always paired up with me” he said playing with his glass as you laughed. “You’re the only reason I have to behave.”

“Okahahay, looking at it that way I suppose you’re right” you giggled in that way that made Loki’s heart flutter.

“Oh now you believe me, do you?” he chuckled.

“It’s not my fault it’s part of your nature to misbehave” you grinned at him, “but I quite like that about you, it makes my day more interesting.”

Loki could feel his heart jumping around in his chest like he had seen happen in the cartoon shows you liked. Something about dating you made his feelings go crazy at the simplest of things, like being told you were proud of him made him feel like a little kid. But of course, even though he had let some of those feelings out, this was an elegant restaurant and he had to keep appearances.

He simply bit his bottom lip and smiled.

“Well, I’ll be sure to make every day interesting.”

“Oh please, no.” you sighed, but the smile on your face always reassured him you weren’t genuinely upset, “I like dying my hair as much as the next guy, but I the potion on my shampoo to make it change with my emotions was bad enough.”

“Oh but the red looked so lovely with the blush of anger on your cheeks” Loki laughed.

You gently kicked his shin from under the table with a frown, yet a pretty reluctant smile adorned your features.

“You love me” he sighed.

“I do love you” you smiled.

You weren’t supposed to get hurt. But it all happened so fast.

The mission was going well, Loki had been informed he’d lead the intel gather team for the next mission. Of course, you could be found among the agents under his command as his second in command. He chose a couple of other fine agents Loki had had good chemistry when he worked with them on previous missions.

“Darling, search for the file, I’ll take my men to search for physical archives” Loki ordered, “these two will stay with you and look after you.”

But he had been too careless. One wrong step, a turn in the wrong direction and…

He heard the deafening sound of a gunshot and a hard push that pinned him to the ground, and he felt a sharp pain by his clavicle.

“It’s an ambush!” he heard someone scream.

His vision blurred and he heard you screaming, and what seemed like weapons clanking and more shots. Before everything faded to black.

He woke up hours later, back in the Quinjet, and besides the pain on his chest, and a throbbing headache one could say the young Asgardian was fine.

But what he saw made him wish otherwise.

Most of his men were wounded, one of them quite severely and was already being treated so he wouldn’t bleed to death… and you… Norns, you. You were leaning back on your seat with blood stained bandaged along your ribs. Weakly making what seemed like an amicable conversation with Rogers.

But the second your eyes met his you stood up as quickly as you could to get to him. It broke his heart to see you limping.

“Loki! You’re okay!” you sighed as you wrapped your arms around him. “I was so worried.”

Loki didn’t have the courage to speak, he felt unworthy of talking to you after you had gotten hurt because he had been a lousy leader.

“Brother!” Thor also walked to him. “Thank goodness you’re awake!”

“What happened?” he asked.

“You were ambushed” Rogers said to him. “A response team was waiting for your arrival, they surrounded you and knocked you out so they could take out the rest of your team.”

“Luckily Thor and Bruce were still close and managed to break the wall to get us out quick” you sighed.

Thor nodded in a supportive way as the scientist waved with an awkward smile as he was changing to a shirt that wasn’t torn to shreds.

“What worries us is that injection they shot you, brother” Thor continued. “It’s a powerful sedative, capable to knock out Gods. Or Banner, maybe.”

“Hey, don’t get me involved!” Bruce said from his end of the room. “I’m a man as any other!”

“Yeah, a man that destroys a building because someone took his favorite mug for tea.” You mumbled, which, under other circumstances would’ve made Loki laugh.

“Where’s the—” Loki gasped, remembering something important.

“I’m sorry, Loki.” Rogers said sadly, and you shamefully pulled out a destroyed USB.

No intel had been retrived. His first mission had failed.

The way home seemed endless. And the way you subtly clenched your side when you thought he wasn’t looking was tortuous. Once you arrived to the Compound you were greeted by the other Avengers that went to treat the wounded and… well… Now, it was time for a dreaded scolding.

Fury was waiting in the meeting room on the head seat with his hands pressed against the desk and his head hanging as his chest was heaving with anger. Loki never really feared Fury, but he wasn’t excited to hear him scream at him while the headache still troubled him.

“Care to tell me what happened?” Fury asked in a fake patient tone.

Before Loki could open his mouth, you took a step forward.

“It was me, I broke the USB during the fight and I—”

“Zip it, non-bleeding people only.” Fury interrupted you before turning back to the younger God. “You were negligent and a poor leader and even your sweetheart was injured in the kerfuffle.”

“I was shot—”

“So was most of your god damn unit! Your little sidekick here was stabbed as well trying to fill in for what was most of your job—”

“Who fights with swords these days anyway?” you grumbled, and Nat gave you a little pat on the shoulder as she opened your uniform to put on bandages. “Must have been take your anime merch to work day…”

“It’s not your mistake, it was his who couldn’t keep his unit intact. Thank whatever you Gods pray to that no one was killed under your command.”

“Director Fury, he was shot with a dose of Black Lotus” Steve intervened.

Fury’s expression changed for a fraction of a second, his anger turning into concern as he looked at the spot Loki had bandaged around his clavicle. Black Lotus was a deadly drug on humans, just the smell did what it did to Loki, and the smallest doses were already paralyzing for anyone on Earth, but since the arrival of Asgardians to Earth, there had been several reports of it spreading on the Black Market.

But the mission had failed regardless. The list of underground criminals hadn’t been lost. It also didn’t help that it was the first failed mission in a good while, so they had gotten used to just getting a little praise and be on their way until the next mission.

“In any case you were the team leader, and the mission failed and given they were under your command, this result, and the state of your men is your responsibility. You are removed from your new position as team leader and suspended from missions until further notice—”

“What?!” you and Thor screamed. Loki just clenched his jaw as he miraculously managed to hold eye contact with the man scolding him.

“And will be subjected to investigation for potential treason.” Fury finished.

“WHAT?!”

“Director Fury, this isn’t fa—”

“You’re all dismissed.” Fury said firmly. “…Go treat the wounded.”

Something about that last part sounded vaguely defeated. But by that point Loki had already fled the room.

He slammed the door of the room as he walked in and dramatically left himself collapse on the couch, hiding his face behind his head as he hunched over to let the weight of his head on his knees.

Of course it was his fault. It was his mission. He should’ve known better, he should been better. If it had been impossible to ear everyone’s trust this would undo months of work to make the Avengers trust him. They would all be thinking this was exactly what he had been planning, all to sabotage them and tear them apart from the inside.

He didn’t know how long he had been there, but soon the door gently opened and soon two gentle hands had made their way to his shoulders gently massaging them in a familiar way. After a few minutes of your tender care and he left his curled-up position to lean against the back of the couch with a long sigh.

“I love it when you do that” he hummed.

“You seemed like you could use the attention” you smiled.

“If I’m perfectly honest, today I really do…” he said breathlessly.

“That bad?” you asked as you kissed his cheek.

“You were there, love. You saw how it went” he groaned. “I’m suspended from missions, and I’ll be under investigation.”

“It’s only a protocol, you have nothing to hide, it’s gonna be fine.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug that nearly made him melt.

“It wasn’t you fault, Loki.”

“Again, you were there. Everyone thinks otherwise.” He huffed.

“Not everyone” you assured him, kissing his cheek once again.

“You never think wrong of me, that doesn’t count.”

“One: Ouch, I do count. Two: I didn’t mean just me, after you left it became a source of debate whether you or Fury were right.” You spoke. “I hadn’t heard of a disagreement so divided since the Sokovia Accords.”

Loki scoffed out a humorless laugh and sighed.

“Sure thing, darling” he said sarcastically.

When you didn’t respond, you turned to look at you and the pout you were giving him almost made him feel better. Almost.

“I’m sorry, little dove” he said as he caressed your cheek with his index finger. “You know I’m not upset with you, don’t you?”

“I know…” you nodded gently. “I just don’t like to see you sad.”

“I have to be upset sometimes. While it’d be too ideal otherwise, I can’t always be in a good mood” he said in an attempt to be reasonable.

You looked at him with a solemn sparkle in your eyes as you circled around his couch and squat down before him, look up at him with a frown before a smile appeared on your face.

“Smile for me” you said innocently.

“Darling…” Loki huffed, sort of imitating your tone “I know that tone… And while I appreciate what you’re trying to do… I’m not in the mood.”

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to change” I smile. “Smile for me.”

He did try for you, but it came out as some scowl.

“I can’t darling…” Loki apologized. “I’m sorry.”

“Mmm… I know of something that always cheers you up, baby…” you smile suggestively, as you place your hands above his kneecaps. “It’s a little game we know~”

Loki immediately tensed up.

“N-No… darling… nohot that, not right now…” he protested, as a little smile fought its way to his lips.

“See? It’s working already” you gave him puppy eyes, “Please… it always cheers you up.”

You weren’t necessarily wrong, the little game you two had come up with was something that always made him relax and distract himself. And the same went for you, it was a two-sided game to cheer the other up.

But right now he didn’t deserve to feel good. He had failed, and his failure had caused you that injury on your side. Why didn’t you resent him?

“Darling Ihi…” he said as a soft laugh escaped him despite himself, “I’m not sure…”

“But you need cheering up...” you said, giving him those gorgeous pleading eyes he could never resist. “I’m not gonna be fine until I see the prettiest boyfriend happy again.”

You had an absurd yet utterly sweet way of sneaking your way into his heart. He let out a soft chuckle and sighed.

“You’re dangerously irresistible” he said as he caressed your face.

Norns, touching you always felt comforting. And the way you leaned against his hand, smiling with closed eyes in a loving way as his fingers brushed against your cheek… What lovely twist of fate left his cold heart in your tender caring hands?

“Is that a yes?” you smiled softly as your eyes fluttered open.

“Oh… Alright, darling” he sighed as a tiny smile already appeared on his face, as he stood up. “Just, allow me to get changed into more comfortable clothes.”

“Clothes that will make my job easier, I hope.”

You let out a happy soft giggle, taking his place on the couch, crossing your legs as you waited for him as he took of his clothes. He started taking off his leather armor as he heard you giggling.

“What?” he asked, surprising himself with the amusement laced in his voice.

“Nothing, it’s just I still sometimes forget how handsome you are” Loki could hear the bashful smile in your tone. “It’s a bit hard to handle sometimes.”

Loki chuckled softly. It was good to see you in a mood like this. Despite the exhaustion and… your wound, that you still tried to flirt with him.

“Does it hurt?” Loki ask as he turned around you after he put a dark green t-shirt on. “Your… well…”

You looked down at your shredded uniform and shrugged.

“As much as you’d expect” you responded, probably knowing it was pointless who has a literal sixth sense to detect lies. “But… I’ve had worse.”

“Worse than being struck by a blade? Forgive me if I’m skeptical, love.” Loki asked as he picked a sweatpants, “I appreciate you trying to ease my conscience, but I’d appreciate it if you were completely honest with me.”

“Must you always be able to read through me?”

“Perhaps I’m no expert, but I’ve been informed that’s part of the being your boyfriend deal” he responded. “I know when you’re softening a blow for me.”

“Smart as always. It hurts, badly. Like a hundred flu shots.” You admitted “It stings a bit too bad, if I do harsh movements.”

“I’m…” Loki’s words died at his lips, the knot on his throat and sting in his eyes at his words making him unable to finish his sentence.

“Sorry?”

“It’d be an understatement. I—”

When he turned around he saw you changing into a more comfortable outfit, you had already put on some sport shorts, and you were shuffling through your stuff to find a comfortable t-shirt. And he could see clearly the bandages stained with blood. His heart sunk to his chest.

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault.” you cut him off. “And it’s part of this job, I knew from the start. And I accepted it, and I am willing to take those risks.”

Loki saw you struggle to put the shirt on, as trying to lift your arms made you hiss in pain. He walked towards you, gently taking your hands in his as he grabbed the shirt from you to help you put it on.

He relished the way you shivered as his fingers brushed against your skin. And you gave him those eyes, those eyes that could bring him to his knees, the eyes that kept him awake for so many nights until he had gathered the courage to confess his feelings to you.

“I wish you didn’t have to…” Loki sighed as he kissed your forehead. “You’re too precious to risk.”

“What? Am I supposed to leave all the fun to you?” you chuckled. “You know me better than that.”

“I do, but a man can wish” he said softly as he pressed his forehead against yours, as he gently rubbed his nose against yours in that way you had taught him. “I love you too much…”

“I love you too, Loki” you said. “But that’s why I need you to trust me and let me take risks. Okay?”

“Could you ask me something easier…?” Loki said softly.

“No can do, baby.” You smiled. “Besides, Wanda said she’d text me when it’s my turn in the Medbay again, doc said my injuries weren’t as serious, chances are I won’t even be left a scar.”

“That’s quite a relief, love” Loki smiled. “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I had caused you permanent damage.”

“Mmm, that’s the talk of someone who needs my special cheer up treatment” you said in that faux serious tone. “Sit on the couch, please.”

Loki chuckled. Truthfully, he was feeling a bit better already. You had that about you, he always felt much better with you around, you came with a sense of peace that always settled on his chest as your skin came in contact with his. He just couldn’t stay upset when you were around.

“As my darling commands” he bowed as he sat on the couch, looking at you with loving eyes.

You sat on the couch as well, with your legs straddling him before you pressed your nose against his.

“Hey” you whispered.

“Hey” he smiled back at you, relishing the closeness between the two of you.

“Ready?”

“As much as one could in these circumstances” Loki chuckled.

“Perfect” you smiled as you placed your hands on each side of his neck. “Just like you…”

Loki’s breath hitched as a huge grin fought its way onto his lips, his fingers curling into fists as your fingertips traced his skin.

“Gah…!” he groaned as his shoulders rose up trying to protect himself. “Darling…!”

“What? I am starting gently” you argued, but the amusement in your voice was loud and clear. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish. I just have fun with it.”

What would anyone say if the saw the God of Mischief in this position? Willingly being submitted to tickling by a mortal half his size, smiling like an idiot as every nerve on his body urged him to laugh.

Even Loki himself once would’ve scoffed at the idea. It was truly ridiculous. But this was his thing with his darling. The reclusive prince of Asgard had found someone he trusted enough to touch him to their heart’s content, and it always felt wonderful. So when you came up with this little cheer up game of tickling each other, Loki couldn’t help but be strung along. And he had come to realized, he quite liked being the subject of this odd form of affection.

And perhaps he always liked it. But he didn’t have many opportunities to open up so freely before. Your fingertips and nails teasing his skin, the nervousness that settled on his stomach, and the laughter. Truthfully, it was fun. Part of his nature as the literal divinity of all kinds of playfulness, he assumed. Your version of mischief was simply more benign than what he had been accustomed to growing up.

“Lohohohove!” he laughed, “gohoho easy on mehehehe!”

“Did you know your nose scrunches up when you laugh?” you smiled, ignoring his plea, not that you were going hard on him to begin with.

“You may hahahave mehehentioned it” he nodded, throwing his head back.

“And you stick your tongue out in the cutest way” you smiled, surprising him with a quick kiss on the cheek, giving him a little break.

“Shuhuhut up!” he giggled. “Ahahahaha! N-Nohoho wait!”

You had moved to tickle his ribs and his laughter rose up in volume. Your touch was still soft and delicate and with just enough pressure to tickle. It was part of the game, never being to hard, half of the time the one on the receiving end was biting their lip with a huge dorky grin and just letting out a little breathy laugh every so often.

And while that was still true, you were slightly more energetic today, having the younger prince on a giggle fit.

“Wahahahait! I— Lohohohove!” he whined as he threw his head back. “Ahahahaha—”

“You love…?” you giggled, “What? You love this? Yeah, I know.”

The little defense his clothing provided him was risible, and yes, he was aware of the irony of that. The maddening way you gently scratched the sides of his ribs had him in stitches.

“Pfft! Hehehehehe!” he wheezed. “Nohohoho! Nohohot the ribs!”

“You always say that to every spot I tickle” you giggled while you kept skittering your fingers along his ribs.

“Behehehecause every spot ihihihis ticklish!” he laughed as he curls up on the couch. “Ehehehahahaha!”

And it got even worse when your fingers sneaked under his arms and scratched the ridiculously ticklish skin of his armpits.

“Nohohohoho!” he laughed. “Gah! Ehehehehehe! Oh norns! Hahahahaha!”

He was completely bent over in laughter, he had resigned limply laying against you, with his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“W-Wahahait!” he whined between laughs “Plehehehease hahahaha!”

“See?” you giggled happily as you tickled softly the back of his neck that was now exposed to you. “You’re a pretty and ticklish little crybaby…”

“Plehehehease!” he wheezed, “Ahahaha break! Hehehehahaha! Ihi need a breahaha- break!”

You laughed softly, but obeyed and your fingers came to a stop. And Loki was finally got to catch his breath.

“Ahh… hah…” he panted softly as he pulled you closer to give you a hug as he lifted his head a bit to give you a kiss on your shoulder. “G-Goodness gracious, love. You’re ruthless…”

“You love me like that…” you smiled at him.

“I love you like that” he grinned before pressing a kiss to your lips.

You smiled as you tucked a few rebel streaks of hair back to their place, as Loki closed his eyes and relaxed to the feeling of your hands gently caressing him.

“Mmm… I love it when you do that…” he sighed.

“Touch starved tonight, are we?” you caressed his hair.

“Not more than usual…” he sighed, and after a silence from your part he opened one eye to look at a smug grin on your face, “…perhaps slightly more than usual.”

It had been only a few years since he became familiar with the term of touch starvation, and it was so fascinating to him. The way one subconsciously craved for another one’s touch, and how it started taking a toll on the psyche if that need wasn’t satisfied.

And while he only realized so recently, it certainly he was an accurate description for him. He found such comfort the touch of his loved ones, like the way his father patted his shoulders, or whenever his mother would brush his hair when he was little, he even remembers that he’d purposefully mess his hair so she would brush it… and most likely… Frigga knew. Although being perfectly honest, Thor took the first place, if all their playful sparring wasn’t enough, Thor was affectionate by nature and he always patting his back, grabbing him by the shoulder, or giving him hugs. Loki never realized how much he needed his brother until he almost lost him.

But especially from you, your touch was so soft and tender that always made his heart flutter. Your hugs always melted him and your kisses you were a taste of heaven. The tickling, of course, was an important part of your relationship, sharing touch and laughter was surprisingly fun and it satisfied his need for mischief. Your back rubs always dissolved all his stress as if it was magic. And he always, always, fell asleep in minutes if you played with his hair, which was quite a common occurrence.

It had been just a few seconds from you running your fingers through his hair in the most delicious way, but he had leaned back against the couch once more, and he was already nodding off, his eyes closed.

“Comfy?” you asked him, and he could hear the gentle smile on your face.

“Yes, darling…” he sighed.

“Liking this?”

“Yes, darling…” he chuckled.

“Want more tickles?” you asked again.

“Nice try, darling” he opened one eye to look at you as a smile formed on his lips that he was unable to get rid of.

Because of the tickles? Most likely that helped too, but mostly it was that semi-magical effect you had to cheer him up no matter the circumstances.

“It wasn’t a trick, baby” you smiled as you kissed his cheek. “If I wanted to tickle you… I’d just do it. Like this.”

And you did, grabbing your sides and poke and prodded his belly with your thumbs, just kneading your fingers onto his stomach. On a different spot, the massage-like touch it would’ve been relaxing. But his stomach was stupidly sensitive, and it took very little to have him going insane.

“NOHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOP! NOT THAHAHAT!” he cackled curled up in a ball against you. “I GIHIHIHIHIVE! NO MOHOHOHORE!”

“Mmm… Oh, alright” you giggled, “just because you’re so cute.”

“Ihihi… I am not cute” Loki glared at you. But between his rosy cheeks, and the goofy grin he couldn’t shake off, you weren’t exactly intimidated.

“Yes, you are” you smiled as you held his chin and pressed your forehead against his. “You’re my cute little prince.”

“Say that again” he panted as a slight smile formed on his face.

“What? Cute little prin— hmpfff?!” before you had finished your sentence, Loki had pressed his lips against yours.

Kissing Loki always felt truly like magic, he was passionate as one would expect. But he was surprisingly tender, he liked cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with your thumbs when he was feeling particularly soft, or firmly wrapping his arms around your waist, even grabbing you by the thighs to carry you when he was overly needy.

And right now, he was overly tender and concerned for you, he gently caressed your face as his other hand caressed near your wounded side.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “You shouldn’t have been wounded because of my incompetence.”

“Ow, baby… I’m okay” you sighed as you gently caressed his cheek. “Here, see?”

Your lifted your shirt enough to show the bandaged area and tapped over the stain of blood trying to prove him you’re alright. But you winced at the first contact.

“That’s relieving” Loki said sarcastically, but he surprised himself smiling genuinely.

“Well… maybe it’s gonna take some more time to heal…” you admitted as you rested against him. “But it wasn’t your fault, we were ambushed, and they knew exactly… how to… knock you down…”

Loki looked into your eyes and the look on your face made evident you had the same idea.

“You don’t think… they could have… known I… that we…” he asked. The idea wasn’t completely ridiculous.

“You mean… that someone warned them beforehand…” Loki looked at you with a worried look.

“No, no. No… that’d mean… there’s a traitor between us.”

But that couldn’t be… Right?

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