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The cold feels like home

Loki x Reader

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Notes: Just felt cute, it's all floofy and comfort. I'm holding out hope that we might actually get some snow where I live this year.

Warnings: Nilt.

Come here. Now.

Loki never texted you like that. Was he mad at you? What had happened? You'd left him downstairs loading the dishes when you went to bed. Why hadn’t he just called up the stairs? Was he hurt?

Your phone pinged again.

QUICKLY

You jumped out of bed, bolting down the stairs two at a time. Running straight down the hallway and into the kitchen, you burst in the door, only to find…

He wasn’t there.

Fuck.

Where was he?

You did a lap of the house in record time. Not in the living room, not in the dining room, not hallway, not bedroom, bathroom, spare bedroom, where the fuck was he? It was by pure chance that you saw the outside light flare up. It was motion censored, so the foxes would set it off at random points. But it just so happened to illuminate the figure at the end of your garden, gazing up into the winter sky. Loki.

You went back down the stairs and wandered down the garden. It was a freezing night, so much so that snow had just started to slowly drift down from the sky. And there, in the middle of your lawn, dressed in only a pair of cotton pajama trousers, was your husband. The snow settled on his cold skin, turning him blue piece by piece. His eyes were closed, and you could see the little snowflakes had settled on his lashes. His skin had begun to change, it had more ridges and patterns adorning it, like some kind of beautiful tapestry. There was snow in his hair too, more noticeable because of the contrast between it and his dark locks. He looked so tranquil, so completely at peace, it was unlike you’d ever seen him before.

You reached out to take his hand. He was colder than usual- he was always cold, but when he was in his asgardian form it was far less noticeable. You were able to trace the markings on his hand with your thumb, look at how detailed they were. It wasn’t often he let you see him like this so when you do, you always try and make it count.

“I wonder if this is what it’s like on Jotunheim.” he says, breaking the silence. His eyes are still closed, his face still pointed skyward.

“Have you ever been?” you ask.

“Never”

“Wouldn’t you like to go?” you say, wondering what it would be like to not know where you came from.

“And to what avail?” he replies. “There’s nothing there, as far as anyone could tell. When Asgard too their power supply, they had nothing to keep their society running. All it’s been since is savagery. It was barely civilised before; I dread to think what it’s come to now.”

You stand there in silence a little longer. “What if it’s not like that?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” he says “They’re all savages. They aren’t-”

“How do you know that Loki? How can you say that about your people?”

“They’re not my people.” he spat.

“Perhaps not. But you are one of them. You are their rightful king. Maybe they are savage, I certainly don’t know. But haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like? To look like how you are now and to just.... be?”

He doesn’t respond. You stand by him, watching the world slowly get painted white. Snow really did make everything look beautiful.

“Would you go?” he asks. “If you were in my shoes?”

“Yes. If nothing is gained, at least you know where you came from. And if you did go,” you add, “I hope you go and realise you don’t have to hide this part of you. I hope you realise how beautiful you look in your own skin.”

“Do I really look beautiful to you like this?” he says, looking down at you with those beautiful ruby eyes.

“Yes.”

“But I'm a monster.”

“Loki,” you chide “you are not a monster. You couldn’t be. You keep out everyone because you’re scared they’ll realise the same as I do- that you’re actually not the cold-hearted villain. Easier to play the bad guy that make the tough decisions trying to be the good guy.”

“You really believe that?”

You ponder it. “I have to. I love you. I married you. I want to be with you forever. How could I possibly tie myself to you if I thought you were evil?”

He smiles. “Ok. Maybe I'm not a monster.”

“You’re either my husband or a monster. You have to pick one.”

“Oh, monster obviously.” he teases. You just slap him playfully.

“C’mon slimer, lets go to bed.”

“Slimer’s a ghost, not a monster.”

You huff. “Well, your both perpetually covered in green.”

“I’m actually blue right now.”

“Smartarse.”

He chuckles. “If this petty arguing is all I get for being a monster, I should’ve picked husband.”

“Too late now.”

He spins you around and gives you puppy eyes. “Pretty please? I promise I'll be a good husband.”

you smile back at him. “You’re already the best,” you say, pressing your lips to his.

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You're a pain in my neck

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

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Notes: yo, I'm just starting my classics course and Google said Mr. Hiddleston himself also studied it (posh bastard, of course he did). Figured I'd make a little fic, but made it super cheesy and teenagery, bc why not? It's also my first time writing for Tom btw, not sure if I'll do it again.

(Also, sorry if the Shakespeare is wrong, I was doing it from memory b/c i couldn’t be bothered to fact check it.)

Warning: none? but I've left a little note at the end too.

You hadn’t been studying classics for very long, but the gods interested you greatly. You used to read myths as a child, Theseus and the Minotaur, or Orpheus and Eurydice, or even the trials of Hercules. You and your brother grew up on Greek tragedies and tales, so you had chosen to keep learning ten years on. The course covered both Roman and Greek mythology, politics, literature. Along the way however, your studies took you to other types of myth. Egyptian and Greek culture were closely related, but the European mythology around Celtic and Norse mythology was what really took your fancy.

You were sat in the library re-reading the myth of Athena and Arachne when you heard a man’s voice speak. “Is this seat taken?”

You glanced up. In front of you was a young man, blonde unruly curls atop his head, and a shy smile on his face. You smiled back, “Take it. I’m not waiting on anyone.”

He slid his rucksack off and sat across from you. “Thanks. I’m new here, so still finding my feet.”

“Me too,” you reply. “Just trying to get through the week.”

“What are you studying?” he asks.

“Classics and Sociology. You?”

“I’m doing classics too!” he says. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N”

“I’m Tom. Nice to meet you.”

You began to meet in the library regularly. Tom and you seemed to get on really well, helping each other with essays and chatting about life. The two of you began to meet often, catching coffee and studying together, going to the cinema, trips to museums and the like. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the two of you were only friends. When he came to you about advice about girls, asking people out, or just lovelife gossip, you could feel your heart constrict painfully. In all honesty, he was probably one of the most genuine people you had ever met, and you didn’t want to ask him out for fear of ruining whatever friendship the two of you shared. And, even if you did decide to take that leap of faith, there was no way to be sure that he would feel the same. He certainly hadn’t given you any indication of liking you, he had been friendly, and on occasion flirty, but nothing ever came of it. It was like everything you wanted was dangling right in front of you, but you just couldn’t reach to grab it for fear of falling.

Tom, little did you know, was in much the same predicament. His mates had actually nicknamed you “Mrs H” because of the puppy eyes he had whenever he saw you. He admired you; the way you spoke so eloquently, your intelligence, your beauty. The way you could stand your ground confidently, backing yourself no matter what. He often found that when you and he were debating ancient politics or learning Latin phrases, he would find himself zoning out, too busy daydreaming about an imaginary future between you and him.

It was just before the summer half term that Tom and you decided to take a picnic one Saturday, so that the two of you could power through some essays and then chill and enjoy the scenery. And so, the two of you trundled up to Richmond Park, deciding that that would be the best location, sat near King Henry’s mound*, looking out onto the London skyline. Once you’d finished all your essays and eaten enough quiche and salad, you both lay, looking out onto the beautiful scene. You had lay so that your head was resting on his thigh, with his using his pullover as a pillow. He had been asking you to test him on his lines for Macbeth that he was supposed to be learning.

“… life is but a walking shadow,

A poor player that struts and frets about the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale told

By and idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

He waited.

“Signifying nothing…”

…

“Y/N, it’s your line.”

You jolted at the sound of your name. “Huh? Oh sorry, I must’ve drifted of.”

“You asleep?” he chuckled.

“No, you're just really comfy. I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you.”

He froze, smiling. “What?”

“I said I wouldn’t mind sleeping on you.”

“No you didn’t,” he said teasingly.

“Yes I did.”

“You said you wouldn’t mind sleeping with me.” It was your turn to freeze. “Oh. I’m sorry, I must’ve been in dreamland.”

“Are you sure?” he joked. “Might be your subconscious trying to tell you something.”

“Doesn’t matter anyways.” you said, “You’re way out of my league.”

He frowned at you, looking slightly confused. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, you're so handsome, and your tall and pretty and have cheekbones that could cut diamonds and you’ve got all that muscle that I know you hide because I’ve seen you play rugby, and you’re-”

“A lanky beanpole, I know,” he interrupts. “My love, you’ve got it wrong. You’re out of my league.”

You snort out a laugh. “You’re a bad liar, Thomas William Hiddleston.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because you’d rather sleep on me than with me.”

“Of course I wouldn’t.” You said before your brain caught up with what you were saying.

He looks at you, staring so intently you feel mortified. Fuck. He could feel his heart going twenty to the dozen, his brain running at the speed of sound. Did you mean it? Could you really be his? After all this wasted time pining over you, trying desperately not to fall for you? You –feeling suitably mortified- turn your head so fast to turn away from him that you pull a muscle in your neck. “OW, fuck.”

He scoots closer to you and looks to see what's wrong. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve pulled my neck. I'm fine.” you mutter back, trying to stay still so you don’t irritate it.

“Let me see,” he says, gently prying your fingers away from your neck, so he can gently press his palm to it. “Do you need heat on it? Did you want me to get you anything?”

“It’ll be fine. It'll just be tense for a little while,” you say.

He is right up against you now, gently rubbing the sore area of your neck trying to get the muscles to relax. Slowly, ever so slowly, you find yourself leaning back into his touch, letting him rub the pain away and relaxing a little more.

“Can you move your neck at all darling?”

You try, but all you do is wince. “Nope.”

“Not at all?”

“No.”

“Then I think now is probably a good time to ask; what did you mean of course you want to sleep with me?”

You can feel yourself turning red. “Tom, I… well, even I have to admit your very handsome, and, I dunno, I guess… I really like you. A lot. And I just thought, if I said anything, then I’d lose you as a friend, and I didn’t want to risk it… but now, I mean, if you don’t want, y’know, we can just pretend I never said anything, it doesn’t have to-”

“Pretend you never said anything?” he repeats. “Pretend you never said anything? Not a chance darling, not when I have been dreaming of you saying that to me. I’m just glad you beat me to it.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I… I like you too,” he says.

“Oh.”

There's a bit of a silence. You wait a sec to digest what he’s just said. “Tom.”

“Yes?”

“As much as I’d love to kiss you right now, my neck is really fucking sore.”

He just laughs, and presses a kiss to your cheek. “C’mon. I’ll get you a hot water bottle when we get home, then maybe your neck will fix itself.” He helps you to your feet. “And then darling, I can kiss you all I want. Deal?”

“Deal.”

notes

*I feel the need to clarify, King Henry’s mound is actually the name of a hill in Richmond Park, and unfortunately, is not an old sex joke (like most things in history). There’s an old piece of legislation from the 1500s that states that you must always be able to see a certain part of London from that particular hill, because Henry wasn’t there when Anne Bolyn was beheaded, so told then to send up a smoke signal when she was dead. He saw it on that hill, hence the name “King Henry’s mound”. It's still illegal to build a skyscraper blocking it. Anyways, fun facts, go back to your fanfics now.

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Loki x Reader with bad period symptoms

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Before your period even started, you had major PMS. You’d cry at the slightest thing and get angry at everything.

Then the back pain, sensitivity, hip pain, cravings, restless nights, e.c.t

Loki didn’t know what a period was before meeting you.

You actually tried to hide it from him in the beginning.

You thought he didn’t need to know

But he found out one evening

You had gone to bed early, you we’re feeling really tired. He came to bed a couple hours after you to find the sheets soaked in blood.

He was panicked as fuck until you explained that you were definitely not dying

Even now he still thinks of you as mortally wounded

So he will do anything to help you

ANYTHING

Cramps bothering you? He magics you a hot water bottle. Back pain? He’ll give you a massage (anything to get his hands on you). Hormones messing with your emotions? He’s right there cuddling you with a box of tissues and chocolate nearby

That man will force you to take care of yourself

He always makes you eat extra fruit and veg before your period, because he knows it helps you not feel bloated, and it stops your cramps from being as bad.

And when it finally comes? He will treat you like an absolute princess

Not that he doesn’t already

But he makes sure to cook proper food for you, makes sure you’re asleep before he is (and if you’re not, he will sit up reading to you all night).

And he HATES it when you get cramps. His perfect angel in pain? for no reason? Absolutely not, he will do anything to keep you comfortable and pain-free.

He sometimes feels bad when you do everything for him when he gets injured on a mission, so he uses this as his excuse to do everything for you.

He carries you around too, because he knows you get extra clingy.

And even though he has accepted that this is a natural thing, it still scares him a little that you lose so much blood every month for days on end. He likes to keep you close, just in case you need him.

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A lesson in culinary disasters...

Loki x Reader

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Notes: Thor is the embodiment of the phrase "thirty going on three". Also, I really had to work to find things that could go wrong with making spaghetti. Luckily, I work with children, so know how sevearly idiotic people can be.

Warnings: nilt

Enjoy!

“There's spaghetti on my ceiling.”

Both Loki and Thor looked away sheepishly.

“WHY IN FUCKS NAME IS THERE SPAGHETTI ON MY CEILING?”

“… well, m’Lady-”

“Darling, I didn’t-”

“I left you two alone for ONE DAY!”

They each share a glance.

“What?” you say dryly.

Thor sighs and turns away, while Loki comes over to you. “My love, me and Thor will deal with this shenanigan. I promised I’d make you dinner, and I'll make you dinner. Just go and relax and I’ll come and get you when the time is right. Perhaps watch another one of those comedic films with Lang, the two of you seem to enjoy those.”

“Thought you got jealous when I watched movies with him?” you said.

“Angel, Lang couldn’t find a single hostage in training yesterday. If he is unable to locate a human sized test dummy, I don’t hold out much hope of him finding a clitoris. Besides,” he continues “I'm sure his penis is just as small as the rest of him.”

You just roll your eyes as he ushers you out the door. “And don’t burn my pans! And so help me God if you break my stove, I’m going to shove that blender straight up your-”

The front door slammed shut behind you. “Loki, I don’t think she is happy with us,” Thor stated. “I see very little chance of you being able to seduce her if you continue to act so childishly.”

“Remind me again who threw pasta at the ceiling?” Loki said through gritted teeth.

“Well, me, but Jane said it is important to use the pan to flip what you are cooking.”

“What Jane failed to mention, you ignorant buffoon, is that is for cooking pancakes.”

“Loki, pancakes are eggs and flour. Pasta, according to this detailed list on the packaging, is eggs and flour. I see no reason why the rules would change.”

Loki put his head in his hands. “Thor, how about I handle the cooking from now on?”

“And what are we making?”

“Spaghetti.”

“And balls of meat?”

“No Thor, just spaghetti.” Loki says, “Let’s not walk before we can run.”

Thor gasped. “But where are the balls of meat? Jane always makes balls of meat to go with spaghetti.”

“Thor, we have no meat.”

The blond just smirked. “I can assure you brother, I have plenty of meat. It is not my fault you are of such scrawny, runt-like nature. Why, do you not remember in our youth when we would play, and you would always…”

Loki left him to his prattling, and used his magic to clean the kitchen, remove the strands of spaghetti from the ceiling, and refill the kettle. He had wanted to make you something homemade, and so had asked his brother to assist, thinking Jane would have taught him something. Unfortunately, Thor was even less equipped to be sue-chef than him. Since you had left them to their own devices, they had made your kettle explode, set off the fire alarm, and Thor had cut his hand. They had since given up on making a tomato sauce and had lowered their standards enough to consider plain spaghetti a meal.

“Thor, snap the spaghetti in half and put it in the pot.”

Thor picked up a handful of spaghetti and instead of holding it in the middle, he took it by the ends, snapping it in front of him and spraying the kitchen in broken spaghetti pieces. His brother just looked on, muttering insults in their mother tongue. He took a pot down and filled it with the water out the kettle while Thor scuttled around on all fours picking up shards of pasta.

“Thor, for the love of all things holy, just put the spaghetti in the pan.”

Thor turns to the pot on the stove, and sticks his fist full of spaghetti into the boiling water, completely submerging his hand.

“AAAAH LOKI MAKE IT STOP”

“Take your hand out the pan Thor.”

Thor flings his arm up, spilling the boiling water all down himself.

“LOKI IT BURNS!!!!”

“Of course it does, its boiling water.”

“FIX IT.”

“No.”

“LOKI I AM KING OF ASGARD. YOU ARE UNDER OBLIGATION TO HELP ME. YOU WILL FIX THIS THIS INSTANT.”

“Thor, as the prince of Asgard, I am not obligated to do shit. Perhaps do as the Midgardians do when they are burnt. Run it under cold water.”

Loki turned away to magic up the complete shambles his brother had managed to achieve (again), and –for the fifth time today- boiled the kettle to make pasta. Thor had clearly misinterpreted his instruction, because he was running the pan under the tap.

“Loki, I fail to see how this is helping, I am still in a great deal of pain-”

The dark-haired god swiped the pan back. “Your arm, you utter cretin. Run the cold tap and hold your ARM under the water.”

Having distracted his brother enough to successfully put spaghetti on to boil, he began to grate some cheese.

“LOKI, I WANTED TO DO THAT.”

“You’d get blood in the cheese.”

“I won’t. I promise. Pleeeeeeaseee?”

“Fine.”

Thor enthusiastically leaps over to grate the cheese, while Loki stirs, drains and dishes out the pasta. In this time, not only has Thor zested the cheese instead of grating it, he has also zested a whole block of cheese and the top layer of skin on his fingers. The cheese was completely sodden with blood.

"Thor, what did I just say?"

"Pretend it's tomato sauce brother? She will never know!"

When you finally return from Langs, you find Loki, Thor, Strange, and Stranges medical kit all sat on your sofa. Thor's entire arm is bandaged, and Wanda and Steve are chatting away in your kitchen, making something that smells delicious.

“Fucksake Loki.”

“I’m sorry darling.” he says, “I tried, I really tried, but it just never worked, and I-”

“I know, love,” you cut him off. “Just tell me if you need cooking lessons, yeah? I can’t say I’m fond of coming home to find my kitchen in a disaster. I’ve just had a long day. I shouldn't've snapped. I’m sorry.”

He wraps you up in his arms. “Me too love.”

“Lo?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Have you ever heard of take away?”

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so fucking much...

I love Tom Hiddleston

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HC Loki and reader falling in love

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Ok, we all know Loki has issues, right? Like, Odin screwed him up really bad.

So Loki comes to the Avengers tower and after all the horrible things in New York that he caused, he doesn’t think he deserves love.

And all the other Avengers treated him with such hostility

Working with them for years convinced him that he really was a monster

But eventually, you came along.

Maybe you were from a different country and didn’t hear much about the attack, or you were too young to remember it fully.

But you didn’t hate him as much as the team. You definitely didn’t trust him in the beginning, but you didn’t hate him.

And you actually felt really sorry for him

He tried so hard to help the team, and all he got in return was spite.

So, you tried to be nicer to him

At first, he thought you were being nice as a joke, and just ignored you

But you didn’t stop.

He tried to be mean to you, so that you’d stop being kind to him. He was so convinced that he didn’t deserve your kindness, he just wanted it to stop. He felt guilty, like he was wasting your time

But you didn’t stop

Eventually he just had to accept it

Even if he feels too awkward to reciprocate it in any way

But you don’t mind

All was well until he overheard a junior agent badmouthing you

Not only was that agent immediately fired due to an anonymous tip off to HR about him hiding vodka in his desk, he was also mysteriously prompted to move as far away from New York as was physically possible.

That was the day the penny dropped for Loki

Each mission after that, he would insist on being your mission partner, lest the worst happen. He couldn’t forgive himself if you were put in harms way.

The two of you make a good team so you get away with it pretty well

In fact, it takes months for the team to catch on that he has feelings for you because he hides it so well.

But by then, he’s all in

You don’t really notice, but still try your best to be nice to him

You gave him a birthday card and a copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream for his birthday. You had seen him reading old literature, and thought a Shakespeare play about magic and sorcery suited him.

He still has the card tucked away in his pocket dimension. No-one had ever done that for him before.

He refuses to tell you he loves you because he thinks that the team will discourage the relationship and kick him out

At least, that’s what he tells himself

But really, he doesn’t want to burden you. He thinks that you deserve someone way better than him

The team eventually get sick of the pining after each other, will-they-won't-they bullshit you two have got going on

So they decide to try and convince you to tell Loki about your crush on him

You initially refuse, so they find a way around the problem- booze

After a couple of raunchy truth or dare rounds, you and Loki are dared to kiss each other

Sparks fly

But it ends too soon

Except

At the end of the night, you sneak into his room

Admittedly you had had a bit of Dutch courage

And finally confess your feelings. You couldn’t bare kissing him like that and just continuing as friends.

Of course, he agrees

And the moment the team hear the headboard banning against the wall, the whattsap group goes mad with “i told u so” and divvying up the bets on when the two of you would finally fuck.

From then on, you and Loki are inseparable. And although the team all make a show of protesting, they deep down are all happy for the two of you.

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Still love you. Promise.

Loki x reader

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Notes: Reader (like me) has two parents and a brother who takes the piss in any possible situation (it's a talent at this point).

Warnings: horrible git being mean to Lokes. But no, except for a bit of swearing, not really.

You and Loki had been seeing each other for a while now, so when you happened to be in town for a mission, you decided to go and visit your parents. Loki agreed to come with you, and so you told your mum that you and he would be joining them for Sunday dinner. Loki (not that he let on to you) was absolutely bricking it- what on earth was he supposed to say to your parents? Hi, nice to meet you, I'm that alien god that caused an extra-terrestrial invasion 6 years ago. He couldn’t think of any conceivable universe where your parents would accept him.

To be fair to Loki, you were slightly nervous yourself. Sure, you and your brother had bought home a few oddballs before, but you’d never snagged a prince from another planet. Even you had to admit, you weren’t expecting the best reception.

To your surprise, it went extremely well. Your mum and Loki seemed to chat all the time; he was even helping out in the kitchen. When all five of you sat round the table, you were cracking jokes and laughing, and your brother and Loki both ended up taking the mick out of each other. Only your dad was quiet, but by the end of the day, he seemed to have warmed up to your boyfriend a little more. “You seem happy,” your dad said, out of earshot of everyone else. “It looks like he makes you happy.”

“He does.” you agree.

Your dad looks him up and down and sighs. “I suppose that’s all that matters. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

It was on the drive back that you noticed how quiet Loki was. Eerily so.

“Are you alright Lo?” you ask.

“I’m just fine darling.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

There's no reply. Loki's looking out the car window, avoiding eye contact with you. You take one hand off the steering wheel to hold his hand. He leans over and presses your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles (and making it difficult to focus on the road).

He pipes up eventually, saying “Are your parents always like that?”

“Why?” you ask, “Did they say something?”

“No love. They're just… not as I expected.”

You wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. Eventually, you have to ask, “What were you expecting if not that?”

He sighs deeply. “When I was on Asgard, I was presented as a suitor for several other royal families, as well as high up members of the nobility. I would have to go and meet the fathers of potential brides before meeting the brides themselves. Often, Thor and I would both attend, and he would always be picked as the better of the two. It was normally because he was first in line, but there was the occasion when the fathers felt the need to give me some feedback. “Too weak” or “scrawny”. “The runt of the pair”. There was one comment in particular that stung- it was an Asgardian noble, but his sister worked in the palace’s infirmary. He knew about my heritage. He told me “I wouldn’t let my daughter marry a sly, cold-blooded bastard like you for all the gold in Asgard.” And yet, your parents didn’t have an unkind word to say.”

You are too shocked to respond. How the fuck could anyone spit such cruel words into another person’s face? Especially when that person was as kind and respectful and sweet as Loki, a man who had looked at you with nothing but pure adoration since you met.

“Loki, that is a horrible thing for someone to say.” You finally found your voice. “You’re not weak or scrawny, and you should never have been pitted against Thor like that. It’s so wrong. And of course my parents like you- they can see how happy you make me.”

Loki mumbles something you can’t catch.

“Pardon?”

“I said you don’t think you’d be happier with someone else?”

“God, no,” you reply. “Loki, how often do I need to tell you “I love you” before you believe it?”

Loki perks up at this. “You really still love me?”

“You think I've changed my mind since this morning?”

He looked a little sheepish. “Well, I don’t know, do I?”

“Loki, I will love you till the end of time. Promise.”

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The answer to all your prayers

Loki x f!Reader

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Notes: CRACK FIC!!! This was so much fun to write. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smutty with no actual smut. Mentions masturbating, but there's no real description. Also, Loki has a megapenis (we've all seen that gif, y'know what I'm talking about).

You were fresh out of college when you landed a job working as an apprentice technician for Stark industries. You were exceptional at physics and aerodynamics, so ended up working on the newest designs for an iron man suit Tony was working on. Due to your position, you had ended up becoming quite chummy with the avengers.

Pepper had recently been trying to set you up after hearing about your tragic love life. The truth of it was, you had been on a spree of first dates in college, but they had all been so disastrous you had sworn off dating until you were a little older and had enough time to actually go on dates properly. This, however, had left you a little inexperienced around… sex. You had been wanting to lose your V card for a while now, but knew that if anyone was going to take you to heaven and back, you wanted it to be someone you trusted. You weren’t up for playing hide the sausage with just anyone.

Enter Loki. A handsome devil (literally), hung like a horse (literally) with magic fingers (also literally). Loki may not have been worthy, but he certainly had a hammer and he knew how to swing it. He also had Ye Olde Viking charm, quick wit, and happened to be a fairly good friend of yours. The two of you had a habit of getting flirty, then backing off and letting nothing ever come of it. You'd been safely sat in the friendzone for quite a while.

Which was how you found yourself here- lying in your birthday suit, in your apartment in stark tower, dreaming about a certain tall dark and handsome norse god. You could imagine it all perfectly. How he’d slowly crawl over, kissing your lips, prising them open to invade your mouth with his tongue. He'd slowly work his way south, kissing your neck, collarbones, chest, then further south, until he reached your dripping-

DING DONG

Who the fuck is ringing your doorbell at this time of night? And why did it have to be just as you were mid wank?

DING DONG

You stumbled around in the dark, pulling your PJs back on, ready to give Tony a bollocking for knocking on your front door at twenty to midnight. You're hoping this will be a quick conversation so you get right back to the dirty fantasies about your coworker who had done nothing but make you More infatuated since you met him.

You open the door, and are met with…

“Loki!?”

He was looking incredibly dapper in that black suit, which you immediately dreamed about ripping to shreds in a state of feral horniness. If anyone could look like sex incarnate wrapped up in a gorgeous designer suit, it was him.

“Loki! What- er, what are you doing here?”

He smiles “I heard you.”

“What?”

He shakes his head slightly. “May I come in?”

“Yeah, sure. Sorry the place is a mess, I wasn’t expecting company, otherwise I would’ve made a-”

He cuts you off mid-sentence, pressing his lips to yours. You immediately kiss him back with all the fervour you can muster, until reality comes crashing down on you and you push him back. He keeps you close to him, refusing to let you out of his embrace even if he has stopped kissing you. When you finally get your breath back (you appeared to have been too busy sucking his tongue to breathe) you look him dead in the eye and ask

“What the fuck was that!?”

He smiles again. “I heard your prayer.”

“My… prayer?”

“Oh yes, angel,” he says. “You’ve been praying to me for weeks. It's like I'm in your thoughts all the time. It's been hard to concentrate in those dull meetings when all I can hear is your delicious fantasies in my head. And every night my darling- you really are obsessed, aren’t you?”

You are mortified. “Loki, I'm so sorry, I didn’t realise I was doing that. Really, I don’t know what I was thinking-”

“Shh love. There's no need to apologise. I find it all quite amusing. You are rather adventurous with your fantasies. But there’s one that you keep thinking about, isn’t there angel?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “The one where I claim you. Where I am the first to have you. Where I make you mine.”

He pulls you tight against him, and bends down as if to kiss you. However, you are slightly distracted by the HUGE boner poking you in the thigh. You pull away slightly and glance down. There was a fucking great tent in Loki’s trousers. By Christ, how had you never noticed he was that big before? “Hold it Lokes. I don’t think mini mischief is gonna fit.”

He looks down at you, confused. “I beg your pardon?”

“Look, I’d love to be fucked into next Tuesday, but you’re putting the long in schlong, and I kinda need to be able to walk tomorrow.”

His eyebrows have risen to halfway up his forehead now. “Is it normal for humans to speak in riddles before intercourse?”

“All I’m saying is your bellend is going to end me. You can’t go cave diving if you don’t fit in the cave.”

He rolls his eyes, and covers your mouth with his hand. “Darling, I have no idea what your saying. Yes or no, do you want to have sex with me?”

“Well, yes, but-”

You can’t finish your sentence because Loki has thrown you over his shoulder (giving you a spectacular view of his arse) and marches the two of you to the bedroom, setting you gently on the bed.

“Now my dear, I believe as a benevolent god, I am obligated to make all your prayers come true.”

“Loki?”

“Yes love?”

“You didn’t see all my prayers, did you?”

He looks down at you with a wolfish grin.

You are so fucked (literally).

The gif from earlier btw:

[mischiefandlies]

Masterlist

Hi, I’m just a girl with a mild to severe Loki obsession. I had a previous blog called @liesandmischeif and have put my old Masterlist on here too.

Anyways, will add to this as I go along.

Happy reading!

Link to old Masterlist is here

Loki 💚

Don’t panic

After hours

The answer to all your prayers

Still love you. Promise.

A lesson in culinary disasters

The cold feels like home

Headcannons:

Loki x reader falling in love

Loki x reader with period symptoms

Tom Hiddleston

A pain in my neck

[mischiefandlies]

After hours

Loki x Reader

Masterlist

Notes: I had staff training yesterday and was absolutely shattered. Thought this would make a cute fic. Btw, my work is really physical, so it's sort of geared to that.

Warnings: None. Enjoy!

You had come home absolutely exhausted. Staff training was horrible. You worked at a small company that had recently bought a new facility, so everyone had to trundle an extra half hour down the road, learn how to operate new equipment (which was exactly the same as the old equipment), then spend hours going through powerpoints about things that could’ve been said in one email. All in all, it was an incredible waste of time. And you liked your job- but not like this.

You got out the car and made straight for the shower, only pausing to dump your bag on the sideboard. The hot water washes over you, and you feel all the sweat and grime of the day wash away. You’re almost done washing your hair when you feel a pair of hands replace your own, massaging your scalp. Soap runs down your back as you lean into his steady touch, letting out a moan of contentment.

“Anymore noises like that and you’ll find yourself pinned against the tiles darling.”

“Can’t help it,” you say “Your fingers are literally magical.”

He chuckles behind you. You turn to face him to see he is naked as the day he was born. His black hair frames his face perfectly, although you focus your attention a little further south, trailing your eyes down his toned body. He cups your face with his hands and tilts your head up, forcing your wandering eyes to land on his. He then leans over, pressing little kisses on your face, holding you close while he finishes rinsing your hair. He keeps an arm around you even when he has washed you thoroughly, and leads you out the shower where he bundles you up in a towel, scoops you up, and walks away towards your bedroom. He even goes so far as to dry you, before he sets you under the covers and leaves you, kissing you sweetly on the lips and leaving to make dinner.

You can’t be bothered to get dressed, so just squirrel under the blankets and curl up in a ball, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, looking at nothing. He comes and joins you, spooning you so that he can nuzzle into your neck and kiss your shoulder. The two of you lay therelike that until you here the timer go off in antother room. Loki scoots out of bed to go get it while you slowly dress into a pair of warm cozy PJs.

Once the two of you have finished dinner, Loki and you go back to bed. What you don't know is your boyfriend has one last trickk up his sleeve. He moves you ever so slightly so that you are lying on your back, so that he can easily begin to massage your tense muscles. before you know it, he's working his way down his back, slowly and methodically soothing you. It's so relaxing that by the time he's finished, your virtually asleep. He crawls back up the bed and pulls you into his chest, so that when you finally do drift off, he can feel your steady heartbeat beside him.

[mischiefandlies]

Don’t panic

Avenger!Loki x Avenger!Reader

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Notes: Nat is so far out of character it’s not even close, but is loosely based on one of my friends. Also, I’ve only ever had one panic attack so probably not accurate (sorry).

Warnings: panic attacks, language, Loki threatening violence (not sure if that’s a warning or just his personality?)

You, Nat and Loki had been sent on a mission. It was supposed to be simple; get in, get what you came for and get out. Nat and you were sent after the files HYDRA had stored, Loki was supposed to be the distraction. Get in and get what you came for part of the plan had gone smoothly. There was just one problem left; coms went down. The last thing you heard was Loki “yeah, they’re definitely distracted, do you-” he was cut short by a gunshot on his end “-I’ll be back, out”

Nat had told you he would be fine, but something didn’t sit right. Sure, he had an uncanny ability  to survive any situation, no matter the context.  He also had the ability to just call you back on the radio, but why hadn’t he? And although you trusted Nat with your life, whether you trusted her with his life, you weren’t sure. She hadn’t exactly welcomed him when he showed up to join the avengers. Well, none of them had welcomed him really, which was understandable considering they had all fought him a year prior. Still, something told you he wasn’t as alright as she claimed.

The two of you got out of the building with no real complications, apart from one guard in the wrong place. Loki, however was nowhere to be seen. You had a ominous feeling, and made a decision.

“I need to go back for him”

Nat just glared. “No chance. We got what we came for.”

“We didn’t come for a bollocking from Fury, which is what we’re gonna get,” you pointed out.

“We were also assigned to come back with the documents,” said Nat “whether we come back with him doesn’t matter; Fury’s expecting him to bolt at the fist opportunity. He’s probably scarpered, and I’m not about to chase him. He’s big enough and ugly enough to fight for himself.”

“Then you won’t mind me checking? Just to make sure he didn’t rat us out.”

“I’m not saving your arse because you wanted to check up on the nutcase.” She replies. “Be my guest, but don’t be surprised when he’s sitting there drinking whiskey with the arms dealers.”

“Just get the documents back to base, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Wait.”

You turned back to her.

She sighed, “I’m not leaving you here. I’m in the café over there, call when you’re in hot water.”

You smile back at her “This is why I love you.”

She rolls her eyes “Just hurry up!”

 

After scouting most of the bar (Loki had made a very good distraction, the place was carnage) you were able to slip in the back rooms unnoticed by the frantic staff. Having subtly checked every room, you eventually realised Nat was probably right. There was no traces of Loki.

You were just making your way back to the bar when a security guard rounded the corner. You turned and bundled through the door to your left, straight into a storage cupboard and...

... face to face with Loki.

He immediately stood up where he had been perching on a shelf before. His eyes looked red and swollen, like he had been crying, and he tried to turn away from you. It being so tiny, all he really did was throw you off balance, and you had to reach for him to stop yourself falling over. His hands shot out to catch you.

“Wha-”

You clamped your hand over his mouth. “Shhh!” you hissed, pointing to the door. His eyes suddenly widened, and he retreated as far as the tiny cupboard would allow. Both of you waited with baited breath as the guard came and went.

Eventually, his footsteps receded, and you let out a breath. “Well, that was close, I thought...” you trailed off at the look on Loki’s face.

“Loki? Are you ok?”

He let go of you. “Fine”

“What’s wrong?”

He glared at you. “Didn’t I just tell you everything is fine?”

You just glared back pointedly. “And you expect me to believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Well, first of all, you’re shaking.”

He glances down at his hands, and pulls his sleeves over them. Turning away from you, he just mutters “Shouldn’t you and the widow be long gone?”

“I came back.”

He then turns to stare at you. Not the usual piercing stare that he fixes you with when you finish the packet of earl grey or try and initiate a conversation with him. This is a more dumbfound, what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say-to-me kind of a stare.

“You came back?” he asks dumbfounded.

“Yes”

It takes a few seconds for his demeanour to shift. All of a sudden, he’s hostile, threatening towards you. He then turns to tower over you, caging you between him and the door. His voice drops a few octaves before he practically growls, “Whatever you thought you were doing, it was a grave mistake. I suggest you go back to the widow and run off home, or you might find I turn the tables on this little game you are so desperately trying to play.”

You -much to his shock-  were having none of it. “Ok, first of all, sorry for scuppering your escape plans, but your the one whose ended up crying in a fucking cupboard. Second, I’m not playing games, I came back because A, I don’t wanna get yelled at by Fury, and B, you’re more tolerable than Cap or Tony, and if I have to work with those morons again, I’m going to get arrested for homicide. Has it occurred to you that I actually don’t mind working with you?”

Apparently, it had not, because he now backs off again. “You’re lying.”

“Am I? Then why am I here?”

He ponders this a moment. “I-“ his voice breaks “I-I-I don’t k-know.”

He begins to tremble again. You can hear his breathing get faster and his eyes begin to water.

“Loki?”

“Stop, ju-hic- stop. Just get out. I don’t n-need pity.” He really can’t breath well at this point. The cupboard’s too small for him to turn around, but he angles his head so you can’t see him. Even so, you can hear him hyperventilating. You grab onto his shoulders and turn him towards you.

“Loki, you need to take big breaths for me, ok?” you hold his face looking him in the eye. “We’re going to do it together, alright? In for four, out for four.” You begin breathing and counting.

“One, two...”

Loki is still hiccupping, but he’s trying to follow along,

“Three, four...”

And again.

“One, two...”

He’s shaking a little less now.

“Three, four...”

His breath is starting to even out. You take one of his hands in yours.

“Once more, okay? One, two...”

You brush the tears off his cheeks. He seems to have calmed a little more. You two go on like this until he seems more steady. Eventually, he is back to normal, and manages to talk.

“Which way out?” he asks.

 

The two of you sneak out without any trouble, and meet Nat at the café before heading back to base.

Loki doesn’t talk on the car ride back.

Actually, he doesn’t talk when you get back to the compound either.

He doesn’t talk to you at all for the rest of the week. Nat clocks it, and questions why he seems to leave the room whenever you enter. Not wanting to tell anyone just yet, you to play ignorant. You know full well Loki gave more than he bargained for the other night, and that you probably (definitely) weren’t supposed to see that. You just chalk up his odd behaviour to feeling vulnerable, or that you fucked up his getaway plan and he was pissed about it. Either way, you each kept yourselves to yourselves.

It takes almost three weeks before he finds you. And by finds you, that means he breaks into your room and appears sitting on your sofa.

“Err... hi?”

“Afternoon” he responds.

There’s an awkward silence. “I made you tea” he says, gesturing to the coffee table.

“Thanks?” you answer. “You don’t know how I take it”

“Black, two sugars” he says.

Mildly impressed, you sit on the sofa and take a sip. He’s made it perfectly, much to your amusement. “So, did you start lockpicking, or did you just break in for fun?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.” He says.

“About what?”

“Last time we were on a mission, when I felt...” he fumbles for the word, “Distressed. You knew what to do. How?”

You just smiled “ You never had someone help you with a panic attack?”

“A what?” he asked.

“A panic attack. It’s like a physical reaction to extreme stress.” You explain. “Generally, it’s only people with anxiety or ptsd that suffer them, although some people just experience them if they’re under a lot of strain or have really bad fear at that point in time, although if that’s the case then it’s not normally on a regular basis. I’d wager that’s what you were experiencing the other day. Basically, you feel sick, lightheaded, hard to breath, and eventually you feel faint and pass out. Sound familiar?”

“Yes.” He studies you suspiciously, as if weighing up whether you’re trustworthy or not. “And these attacks, they are... well documented?”

“Eh, they’re medically recognised”

“So what’s the cure?” he asks.

“There isn’t one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, they’re a reaction to stress. The more you stress, the more they happen. Unless you wanna do some funky brain chemistry alterations, I can only tell you to try and reduce stress, and hopefully they’ll subside.”

He looks intrigued. “And you know this because...?”

“My ex-girlfriend used to suffer really badly with them. She still does. Did CBT for a bit, and that gave her some coping mechanisms. She used to do the breathing techniques, but there are sensory ones too. Whatever works.”

He just nods. “And they are more manageable?”

“Basically”

“CBT?” he asks.

“Talking therapy.” You answer “You kinda… er… you shoot the shit with someone trained.”

There’s a long silence. He seems to be considering all that you’ve said. Finally, you ask, “You’d never heard of any of this?”

“Never.” He replies “ I was never supposed to suffer with these ailments. I am a prince – we must lead by example. And Asgard is far superior in medicine to you midguardians, we just see no reason to study the mind. It will not help for battle, protection or hounor, so it is secondary.”

“So... everyone in Asgard is supposed to act like... Thor?”

“Pretty much”

You both sit there considering what you have learnt. Eventually, Loki stands up.

“Thank you for helping me.” he says “Or for continuing to help me.”

“No worries.” you smile at him “You ever having an off day and need a friend, you know where to find me.”

His cocky grin appears. “Of course. Although it goes without saying that I will rip you limb from limb should anyone else find out about this.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You smiled back at him. “Thanks for the tea. I’ll see you out.”

 

Loki still ignores you most of the time. Occasionally he shows up at your room with books, and questions about midguard. Sometimes he even shows up with tears streaming down his face, and in need of your help. And you always help him through the panic attacks and give him all the comfort he needs. You two form your own little habits. Movie nights and the occasional coffee. Training together. Going to the office to finish reports only to end up throwing pens at each other. You become friends.

Eventually, you piece together what happened. He never tells you, but snippets catch you by. That he was tortured. That he had mind control problems. Thor, while completely rat-arsed, even lets slip that Loki was adopted, and that he felt abandoned by both families. And over time, you begin to see why Loki became the way he is.

The team, however, don’t share your compassion.

“...enough bombs to tear down the entirety of New York. Couldn’t let that happen again, not after SOMEONE already tried that once.”

“...all these new SHEILD agents, I mean, c’mon, I don’t mind an ex-assassin or two, but personally, once it’s called genocide, I feel like we should draw a line.”

“... and Fury’s all up on my ass, it’s not like I, I dunno, tried to take over the fucking planet.”

It wouldn’t have irked you quite so much if they had just been muttering these between them, but these were all virtually spat in his face. There was nothing you could do except bite your tongue. Until one time, over dinner, Loki left over a few spiteful comments. You had to stick up for him.

“Guys, I don’t know when you all forgot, but no-one at this table is innocent. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. I’m not saying what he did wasn’t awful, I’m saying at least he’s trying, and by god if none of you can respect that and keep your traps shut, then can you blame him for not wanting to help you. He’s been through hell and back, and for you to just sit here and slag him off is a dick move.”

You just picked up your plate and walked off.

 

The next morning, you wake up to a bouquet of flowers on the table, and a suspicion that he’s duplicated your front door key.

[mischiefandlies]

Hi! So I used to have a blog called @liesandmischeif but I’ve decided to start over here! My old Masterlist is here, but I’m only writing for this blog from now on.