mischiefandlies

[mischiefandlies]

All of you, with all my heart

masterlist

Loki x reader

Notes: this was an old WIP that I just finished. It's really cute and fluffy though.

Warnings: none i think?

Enjoy!

“Babes, you look hot!” Nat says, her eyes trailing up and down you.

“It’s one new jacket.”

“You still look hot.”

“Sure Natasha. And pigs have started flying.” You slump down on her sofa, looking at her pleadingly. “Tell me you bought booze.”

“Of course. I'm Russian, what do you take me for?”

“I hate to break it to you babe, but I'm not normally a vodka drinker.”

She sniggers. “Lightweight. Whatcha after?”

“… Red?”

Nat just rolls her eyes. “Of course. Do you want a glass, or shall I just bring you the bottle?”

“I’m not a complete savage…” you pause, thinking it over, “but it has been a long week…”

“Take the bottle. It saves me the washing up.”

Half a bottle of wine later, you and Nat have been joined by Wanda and Pepper, and the four of you were all sat in Nat’s flat, chatting and giggling away at nothing, while Bruce hides upstairs lest he disturb the girl's night. The topic of conversation eventually shifted back to relationships, with pepper rattling off a laundry list of the ridiculous shite that tony mad managed to get up to in the last two weeks (apparently his latest fiasco was claiming he could fix a coffee machine and then causing the entire kitchen to be flooded with boiling water).

“You guys are so lucky you don’t have to deal with that level of bullshit.”

Wanda laughs. “At least your husband is only part cyborg. Mine has to actually plug himself into the wall to function.”

Nat turns to you. “You been pretty quiet tonight. How’s Loki?”

You just shrug. “Okay. Hasn’t got up to anything ridiculous lately, lucky me. Who thought Stark could be more chaos than the God of mischief?”

They all look at you curiously. It's unlike you to be so quiet about your relationship. But then, you’ve been abnormally quiet the whole evening. “Okay, spill it.” Wanda says, “what’s the deal with you and lover boy?”

“There isn’t a deal.”

They all look between each other, then back at you. “Babes, no bullshit. What happened?” Pepper asks.

Looking down, you sigh. “I saw something I shouldn’t have.”

“What?” they all look at you.

“I saw… Loki. But he’d turned into a girl. A woman.”

Silence descends over the room. Then Wanda breaks the silence. “Babes, I’m so sorry.”

Confused, you turn to her. “What?”

“Well, it’s pretty bad to find out your boyfriend is actually a girl. I don’t know what I’d do if Vis did it.”

“No, I…” you sigh. “I don’t mind it is the thing. But he realised I know. And he won’t talk to me about it. I don’t… I mean, it was a little unsettling. But I don’t care really. I just… I just wish he’d speak to me about all this.”

It's Nat’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean you don’t mind?”

“I mean that. I don’t mind. I know it’s a little… odd, and I won’t pretend that I’m jumping for joy. But I think he gets uncomfortable in his body sometimes. And really, I… I just want him to be happy. Regardless of what he looks like, or how he is. Of course I love him as a boy, but… I would rather have him happy then force him to be a certain way. You get it?”

They all nod along silently. “Well… why don’t you talk to him?” Nat finally asks.

“Because… it’s hard?” you say, reaching for the wine bottle. The wine bottle that Wanda immediately takes off you. “Hey. I was drinking that.”

“I know.” she says, “But you’ve got other things to think about right now.”

“What did he do?” Wanda asks “When you saw him?”

“Turned back right away. I was pretty shocked so I didn’t say anything. I just walked off and pretended nothing happened.”

“When was this?” Pepper asks.

“Last Tuesday. We haven’t spoken properly since… we haven’t been intimate at all since… he’s been avoiding me if anything.”

They all share a look. “Babes, you have to talk to him.”

“But… it’s hard.”

“We know.” Wanda says. “But so is clearing the boiling water out the kitchen. We all have to do ridiculous things for love. You gotta go talk to him babe.”

One short glass of wine and some words of encouragement later, you find yourself back at your flat. You wander through the place, but Loki's not in the kitchen, or the living room, and the bathroom is unlocked. Sighing, you take a second before you walk into the bedroom.

He’s sitting in his pyjamas on the bed, reading a new book he must have found at the charity shop. He smiles when he sees you come in. “Hey love,” he says, before going straight back to his book.

“Hey” you say, taking off your jacket and jumper. “Can… can we talk?”

He tenses, but keeps composed, forcing a smile. “Of course, love. What’s up?”

You sit on the edge of the bed, looking over at him. It's nerve racking, but you know it has to be done. “It’s about the other day.”

He stiffens even more. Measured and controlled, he puts the book to the side. “I was going to apologise for that. I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“I’m still not entirely sure I know what I saw Loki. What was that?”

“It was… it doesn’t matter.” He can’t even meet your eyes. “Just forget about it love. It’s nothing important.”

“I’d like to know… if it’s all the same to you.”

He sighs. “It’s really not that important love. It doesn’t matter.”

“Then you can tell me. Can’t you? If it’s not that important.”

This seems to get his back up. He looks down into his lap. “It’s nothing darling. Truly.” His voice is soft and dangerous.

You aren’t having it. “Then it shouldn’t be that much of a problem if you tell me?”

He glares at you. “I think we both know it’s more than that.”

You sigh. “Loki. I don’t want to fight you or piss you off. But I can tell it means a lot to you, and that it makes you uncomfortable. I just… I want to know so I can help you.”

“I don’t need help.” he spits bitterly. “I’m perfectly fine. I told you. Just leave it.”

“I didn’t…” you struggle for words, before giving up. “Oh, fuck it. Fine. Be miserable. I was going to say I don’t care whether you're a man or a woman, but all you are is stubborn. Clearly you don’t want to hear it.”

You get up and walk out into the kitchen. All you want to make your boyfriend actually happy, and you can’t even do that right. Running the tap and filling up the kettle, you ponder whether it’s worth facing him again or sleeping on the sofa. After a few minutes and a cup of tea later, you can hear Loki’s footsteps behind you. Being petty, you don’t bother turning around to see him.

“Did you mean that?” He asks. “You really wouldn’t mind if I was a woman?”

“I don’t care Loki. Actually, I do care, but I care more about you being happy. I only want you to be happy, and if you need to be a girl to do that then… then I'll support you. No matter what.”

“You mean it?” asks an unfamiliar voice.

You turn around and see… Loki. Her hair is a little longer, a little shinier. And she’s just as tall, but she has a gorgeous body, a little fuller than her toned male one. She’s got boobs, and the pyjamas still fit, but they stretch over her wider hips a little more, and the hug her chest a lot more. Even her face seems to change slightly… not significantly, but she’s got slightly plumper cheeks.

You look her up and down, and take a deep breath. “You look… gorgeous.”

She blushes and looks away. “Thank you.” she says. Her voice is soft and delicate, much like her male one, but it’s definitely female now.

You keep looking at her. The more you look, the more you realise how little she has actually changed. She still looks like your Loki, just a little more female. “Is this…do you like this?”

She shrugs. “I like it now. But it’s not… permanent. It comes and goes.”

“And you don’t like being a man?” you ask.

She sighs. “It’s complicated. Most of the time, being a man is just convenient. More convenient than being a woman. So, I stay like that. But sometimes I get… uncomfortable? Like I need to change. And the other day was just one of those times.”

You nod. “That makes sense.”

She looks up at you cautiously. “You really don’t mind? I can change back… if you wanted…”

You look her up and down again. Then, with a sigh, you walk up to her and hug her tight. “No. I don’t want you to change back. I could tell you were uncomfortable over the last few days… I’d rather you were happy. I mean it.”

You feel her slowly wrap her arms around you. And the saddest part is when you feel her tears dropping on you. You quickly look up. “Lo? What's wrong sweetheart?”

She hugs you tighter. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I think this is the first time I’ve ever felt… like everything might actually be okay.”

You reach up and cup her cheek. “Why didn’t you want to talk to me?”

“I thought” she sniffs. “I thought you wouldn’t accept it. Or like it. Or that you’d freak out or be mad or something.”

You sigh, and look up at her. “My love, I’d much rather you tell me these things in advance instead of me stumbling on them. But no, I’m not mad or freaked out or anything. I love you Lo. I’m only ever gonna want you to be happy. Okay?”

She looks down at you, a little shocked. “You mean it? I can… I can be like this occasionally? And you won’t be mad?”

“I won’t be mad. I promise.”

She hugs you tightly. “Thank you love. Thank you. I love you so much.”

You sigh and hug her tight. “You don’t have to thank me. You don’t have to do anything. You just have to be yourself. I’ll still love you, no matter what. I promise.”

“Cross your heart?”

“Cross my heart.” you smile up at her. “You really do look gorgeous like this.”

She blushes and hugs you tighter. “You have got to stop being so good to me. I don’t deserve it.”

Laughing, you look up at her. “Oh love. You deserve the world…”

[mischiefandlies]

Of beasts and men

Masterlist

Loki x reader

Notes: another wee mythology Drabble. A continuation of this.

Warnings: Bestiality, but mythology like. It’s not as sworded as it sounds. Also curses?

Enjoy!

“Loki?”

“Yes love?”

“Where did the Minotaur come from?”

He sighs. This was going to be a long conversation. “You really want to know sweetheart?”

“Yes. It just occurred to me.”

He sighs. “Come sit my love.”

You plonk down on the sofa next to him. He looked… defeated? “Hey what’s wrong sweetheart? What is it?”

Loki runs his hands through his hair. “My love, why do you always ask me these ridiculous questions?”

“Because you’re my mythology expert.”

He sighs. “Darling, your telephone could tell you the same thing.”

“Do you not want to tell me?”

With an air of resignation, he turns to you. “There are only three people in this story. Deadulus, Pasiphaë, and the king of Crete, Minos.

“Now Poseidon gifted Minos a bull to use to get the heifers pregnant. And it worked. Except the condition was that Minos gave up the bull, or killed it, or something. And he didn’t. So Poseidon, being the overdramatic dickwad that he is, decided to wreak havoc on poor Minos. Pasiphaë, Minos’s wife, was cursed by Poseidon to fall in love with the bull.”

“Oh.” You say. “But she’s human no?”

“Yes love. She’s human,” Loki sighs, “and the Minotaur is half human…”

“Oh. OH. OH NO. SHE… did she?”

He nods solemnly. “Yes love.”

“But… how?”

“What do you mean how?”

“Well how… you know… how?”

Loki raises an eyebrow. “When a woman and a bull love each other very much…”

“Ha ha.” You roll your eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Well that’s unfortunately where Deadulus comes in. He was a carpenter. And he carves Pasiphaë a wooden cow. A hollow wooden cow. With some… choice holes left open.”

You stare at him shocked. “He did that?”

“Yes love. Personally, I would have told her to seek professional help and stay well away, but that didn’t seem to cross his mind.”

You’re absolutely floored. “But… but…”

He shrugs. “It happens.”

“It does not happen! It… I have never felt the urge to fuck a four legged farm animal!”

He looks away nonchalantly. A little too nonchalantly. A little like he’s trying to not look at you.

“Loki?”

“Yes love?”

Peering at him through narrowed eyes. “You agree with me right?”

He nods mutely. All of a sudden, you feel a little unsettled. “Right Loki?”

He sighs. “Darling, a very long time ago, there was a horse…”

FIN.

[mischiefandlies]

Of Gods and men

Masterlist

Loki x reader

Notes: tiny weeny mythology Drabble.

Warnings: incest, incorrect uses of Hindu divinities.

Enjoy!

“Loki, you know you’re a God?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Well, did you ever meet other Gods?”

“All the time… why do you ask?”

“No reason” comes the easy reply.

He goes back to his book. An old classic, Heidi, about a young girl in a cottage in the German countryside. He can feel you itching next to him. Reluctantly placing the book down, he turns to you. “Out with it.”

“Only Norse Gods?” You ask.

“No darling. All the gods. Greek, Roman, Celtic, any. All the European ones tend to hang out together, but the Asian divinities are always up for a party. Ganesh and Shiva bring the best food. Why do you ask?”

You look at him sheepishly. “Greek? And Roman?”

“Yes darling. Greek and Roman.”

“Did Zeus actually turn into a swan?”

He groans. “God, you’ve been reading. Yes darling, he did. And he laid an egg. That’s how Helen was born.”

“Did you ever meet Kronos?”

“Horrible man.” Loki says, “he had half his stomach falling out when I met him.”

“Did he really eat his children?”

“Every one except Zeus. Hades is still pissed about it. And Dermeter.”

“What about Jupiter?”

Loki rolls his eyes. “Tried to get in my pants. Sly bastard.”

You’re suddenly very excited. “Does he have a scar from when Vulcan cut his head open?”

“Yeah.” Loki laughs. “He looks a little like that guy from your favourite movie. Eddie. From the horror rock show.”

“Rocky horror picture. And what happened to mentis?”

Loki just shrugs. “She got eaten I suppose.”

You chuckle. “Last one, I promise. Have you ever met Persephone?”

“Yes my love. A gorgeous woman. Full of summer and sunshine.”

“Was it weird to think her parents are siblings and she’s banging her uncle?”

He sighs. “Darling, what you haven’t grasped is Gods do all manner of odd things. I was once Thors bridesmaid.”

“You WHAT!?”

Part 2

[mischiefandlies]

A place to call home

Magnus martinson x reader

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Notes: OMG this took me ages… it’s kinda angsty as well.

Warnings: loads. My bad spelling and excessive detail mainly. Also neglect, alcohol abuse, domestic abuse, the usual. It’s got a happy ending tho.

Enjoy!

You had been walking now for hours. He can’t find you. He cannot find you. No matter what, you can’t let him find you. It was game over if he did.

You were shivering. The winter night had frozen you to the core, and you’d been walking for miles. Hours and hours, trudging through the highlands, hoping against hope to find something. By God, if you could just get to a road, a building, a fucking shed, it’d be a gift.

After another few hours of trudging through the sleet and snow, you found a dirt track and followed it. You'd realised a couple of miles back that you were walking through farmland, maybe this led to a cottage or a barn, or some form of shelter. A couple of miles down, you realised it was a country road. Not about to risk being seen by anyone you knew, you lay in the hedgerow next to the path. You couldn’t go on walking for much longer. You were shivering, your teeth were chattering, you couldn’t do much more than fall over. You couldn’t even think straight, just knowing that you had to get away. In the morning, you thought, it’ll all be better by morning. In the morning I'll deal with it. He'll be too hungover to look for me by morning. I'll just sleep until morning…

Magnus was driving back from the night shift- night patrol was always one of the worst jobs, but it was almost impossible for him to get out of, having no excuse not to work it. His only thought was on how to get home as quickly as possible, so he could just sink into bed. It was 2’oclock in the morning, so it was almost a miracle that his half-asleep self noticed a leg protruding from a bush near the end of the lane. He snapped awake, braking and looking in the rear-view mirror to make sure that it wasn’t his tiredness wasn’t playing tricks on him. Sure enough, there was a leg.

He got out the car, phone in hand, expecting to find another drunk fool stumbled here from the pub. Just his luck. Thinking it through though, this was miles from anywhere. It was odd to find someone so far from civilisation. He wandered over, calling out to the suspected drunkard. When he got no response, he decided to hop the fence nearby, so he could see who's the leg belonged to. However, what he saw was not a shit-faced fool from the pub.

A young girl lay in front of him, her clothes and coat dirtied. Her hair had pieces of heather and leaves stuck in it, and she was soaked through. A layer of snow was coating her body, and Magnus was scared for a moment she’d died. He leant over her, checking she was still breathing, and she was- just. Her fingers had turned pale, and her lips were going blue. Hypothermia was beginning to set in.

He sprung to action, scooping the girl up and running with her back to his car. He gently set her in the passenger seat, and stripped her of her coat and jumper. It didn’t do much good- she was soaked to the skin. He took her shirt off too, then took of his own coat to wrap it around her shoulders. Her breathing was getting shallower. He briefly considered sending for an ambulance, but it’d probably be quicker to drive her to A&E himself. He was halfway there when she began to stir.

“Miss? Are you awake?”

You could feel your eyes flicker open. “What, ugh, what’s happening?”

“I’m taking you to the hospital. It's ok”

“No.” He could hear the confusion in your voice. “Can’t. He'll… he’ll find m-me.”

Magnus was confused. “Who?”

“Him, he-he hurt me. Please, he can’t find me, he can’t find-”

“Miss, no-one is going to find you” he was trying to be comforting, but it wasn’t easy when you were so scared. You had gone from almost not breathing to hyperventilating. “Miss, what’s your name?”

“No, I can’t tell you, I can’t…” you started crying. Magnus was at a loss for what to do. Why were you so scared? Was someone after you? Was that why you where there?

“It’s ok.” he said “It’s alright. We’re going to the hospital and they can help you, ok?”

“You can’t tell him though.” You were pleading now. “You can’t. Promise me you won't. Please, please, I can’t-”

“I promise.” He takes his hand in yours and squeezes gently before letting go. “I promise. You’re safe with me.”

You looked at him a little longer. You didn’t have much choice but to trust him. It was your last thought before you drifted off back to sleep.

You came to in a hospital room. You could feel your head pounding, and your limbs felt like lead. However, through all the commotion of people around you, you could still feel someone holding your hand. It took all your strength to look over, but when your eyes met the comforting blue eyes of your mystery saviour, you let yourself feel a little calmer. It was all going to be ok. He promised.

You fell back into the abyss.

Magnus let the hospital staff do what they had to do- mainly treating you for hypothermia. He was worried you might not survive, but the doctors eventually came and found him, to let him know that you were stable and responding well to the treatment. They asked how he knew you, whether he was your partner, why he had bought you in.

He was about to explain how he knew you when he was stuck by your words- “He hurt me. Please, he can’t find me.”

Was it better to pretend to know you? Or should he tell them the truth? Should he risk telling them about your pleas for safety or would that make it worse?

“Sir, we just need to know how you know this girl.”

“She, uhh” he fumbled for a lie. “She’s a friend. She came over to mine drunk tonight, and seemed out of it. I noticed how cold she was and took her here.”

“And is it normal for her to be quite so drunk?”

“Once in a while, yes. She's partial to a night of letting her hair down.”

“Is she clumsy when she’s drunk?”

“Very.” Magnus was starting to wonder where this was going.

“And I take it that's why she had all the bruises?”

What bruises? He thinks. “Yes, that’s why. She was stumbling everywhere on the way to mine, she’d probably fallen over a fair few times to get there.”

“Alright.” said the doctor. “We’ll take some of your details, Mr…”

“Martinson.”

“Mr. Martinson, and then we’ll let you know when she’s ready to come home. Unless there’s someone else we should notify? Parents, or boyfriend perhaps?”

“No.” Magnus replied quickly. “No, it’s fine. I’ll take care of her.”

You came to, once again, in a hospital room. There was an IV drip sticking out of your arm, and you were covered in warm blankets. It felt cozy, and warm, and safe. You were just about to drift off again when a nurse came in and began to talk to you. It was simple questions, and it took you a sec to realise they were testing you for concussion.

“I’m ok,” you said, “But I need to get going.”

“You should really stay overnight, we want to keep an eye on you just in case-”

“I’m going.”

The nurse just sighed. “Alright, but you shouldn’t be driving. Have your friend take you home.”

Shit. “What friend?” you ask. You can feel your blood run cold at her next words.

“He’s waiting outside for you,”

Fuck. Was it him? Had he found you again?

“Hi.” came an unfamiliar voice.

You glanced up. Thank god, it wasn’t him. It was a man you didn’t recognise, although something about his eyes seemed familiar. He had a mop of fair curls, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in scruffy clothes, a jacket and jeans, and a pair of beaten-up muddy trainers. Definitely not the man you were running from.

“Mr, Martinson, we’ve got your address but not yours miss,” the nurse said. “Would you give us an address to send to the doctors? It's just so that we can have a prescription written up for you easily.”

You looked into your lap. “And if I don’t have an address at this moment in time?”

The nurse looked a little shocked, and asked tentatively “You don’t have a place to stay right now?”

“She’s staying with me.”

You snapped your head towards him. Mr. Martinson, that's what the nurse called him anyway, gave you a look. Oddly encouraging, and slightly urgent. Play along. “My friend has been staying with me temporarily. She's between places right now.”

You glare at him, trying your hardest to say What The Fuck without moving your lips. The nurse however, seems to accept this. “Very well, I’ll have it registered with your address. I’ll be back with the paperwork in a while, and then you're both free to go.”

She leaves the two of you in the room. You are trying to process what the fuck is going on. Magnus, on the other hand, is trying to process the black eye that’s been uncovered now the dirt has been wiped off your face. You looked like you’d been in a fight. You had a cut on your lip, on the bridge of your nose, and he could see the bruised along your arm where someone had grabbed you or pulled you. You'd clearly taken a hit to the face, what with your purple eye. and on top of that, these was deep bruises on your neck. The pennies began dropping. The nurse didn’t question you staying with him, even though you were only “friends”. The chalking up of injuries to drunken nights out. It was clear as day you’d run away from something. They just thought you’d run to him for help.

“What are you doing?”

He snaps back into reality, looking at you. He answers quickly. “If you had a plan beyond running as far as your legs would take you, now's the time to say it. Or it’s going to make it difficult for me to help you.”

You stare up at him, dumbstruck, then slowly shake your head. “I don’t have a plan.”

“Then I suggest you go with mine.” he says. “What’s your name?”

“Katherine.” A fake name, but do you really want to tell him your real one? You don’t know this man, even if he seems to want to help you.

“Magnus” he says. “Nice to meet you, Katherine.”

After the nurse came back with your meds and paperwork, she let the two of you go. You and Magnus hopped into his car, and he drove you down unfamiliar roads. He eventually pulled up outside a tiny little house, just on the outskirts of town. It was dated, on the outside and in- the place was decorated badly with floral wallpaper and old carpets. The furniture was new though, and parts of the place had been modernised.

“I er… I like your… interior design.”

“I bought it like this,” he says. “Did you want something to eat? Did they give you anything when you were in the hospital?”

“Yeah, I could eat. I've only had coffee since I was admitted.” You try not to sound that desperate, but really, you're starving. It was difficult to remember the last time you’d had a hot meal.

He nods, then disappears off into the kitchen. You perch awkwardly on his sofa, waiting for him to come back, or kick you out, or for something to happen. He does eventually reappear, holding a tray with a glass of water, an omelette, and some cutlery. He sets it on your lap, and you quickly thank him, before devouring the whole thing. He has the decency to busy himself in the kitchen, letting you eat in peace.

“Did you want another?” he calls.

Is it bad to ask for two? Probably, but you were starving. “If you don’t mind?”

He comes back and drops a second omelette on your plate. “Bon appetite.”

You eat quickly, but manage to pace yourself a little more this time, trying not to get a stomach ache. It just tastes so good, and you haven’t eaten now in almost a full day.

He watches this time. You really must’ve been hungry he thinks, watching you wolf down the second helping. It doesn’t seem to be a bad thing- you looked so frail when he found you earlier. Even sitting on his sofa, you looked so small, hunched over like that. It was as if you were just skin and bones. You eventually finished the food, and glanced up at him.

“Are you not eating?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not hungry.” and you ate all my eggs, he thinks. “Did you want anything else?”

“No, I’m full, thank you. It was the best meal I’ve had in a while.”

“That says more about what you’ve been eating and far less about my cooking,” he joked.

You smiled in response. “I think your cooking is just fine.”

He smiled. It stuck him then how he really hadn’t thought she’d make it. He thought she’d have died by the side of the road when he picked her up. She probably would’ve had he not stopped.

“Kathrine, or do you prefer Kath?

“Katherine, normally,” you say.

“How did you end up by the side of the road? What happened?”

“It’s a very long story.” Which you probably owed him, especially as he seemed willing to put you up for… indefinitely.

He didn’t probe though. “In the morning then. It’s getting late, you should sleep. Do you… do you have anything with you? Clothes, or belongings?”

You looked in your lap, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t have anything, just the clothes I stand in.”

He looks you up and can’t help but feel a pang of sorrow. You poor thing, having to walk through the snow and sludge. He can see the black eye clear as day now; you were in the shit, but why and with whom, he didn’t know. He leaves the room, but comes back holding a pair of his pj trousers and an old t-shirt. “Here. It's better than what you’ve got on, they look like they’d be uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“Thanks.” You glance around. “Where should I change?”

“Go in my room for the night. You can sleep in there.”

You freeze. “I’m not kicking you out of your bed. I can sleep on the sofa.”

“You can sleep upstairs. It doesn’t get as cold, and you are still recovering from hypothermia. You need to stay warm, at least for the next couple of days, then we can talk again.”

What she didn’t need to know was there was no way she would’ve been let out of hospital if she didn’t have a stable body temperature. But he didn’t want her sleeping on the sofa, downstairs, in the cold. She clearly needed a good sleep more than he did.

She didn’t argue, just thanked him and went upstairs. He went up with her, showed her how to work the shower and dug a spare toothbrush out the bathroom cabinet. “I’ll just be downstairs if you need anything. Leave the door unlocked too.”

He left her to it, going back downstairs to boil the kettle. Once he’d found an old hot water bottle and checked it didn’t leak, he went and make a little makeshift bed on the sofa. He waited until she came out the bathroom before going up and knocking on the bedroom door.

“Come in.”

He wandered inside. She’d put the clothes he gave her on, and was sat under the covers against the headboard. He came and sat at the foot of the bed. “How’re you feeling? Do you need anything else?”

“I’m ok, thank you.”

He nodded, then stood up and handed her the hot water bottle. “Here. I might be out when you wake up tomorrow, I've got a few errands to run.”

“Alright.”

“You get some sleep, ok?” he said, concern lacing his voice.

“I will.”

He turned to leave when you called out “Magnus?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For everything.”

He smiled. “Sleep tight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night.” You turned out the light and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, Magnus got up early to go to the station. Kurt saw him walk through the doors, and came up to see him. “Where the fuck were you yesterday, Magnus? You never turned up for your shift, we’ve been considering sending out a search party.”

“Have any missing persons reports come in since yesterday morning? Or the night before that?” Magnus asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Why? What have you found?”

Magnus leads Kurt towards his office. “Funny you should ask…”

“And you just found her by the side of the road?” Kurt says.

He nods. Kurt leans back, looking out the window. “Jesus Mags, what the fuck happened there?”

“I don’t know.” He replies. “She didn’t want to say.”

“So where is she now?”

“She’s still at mine.” Magnus says. “I don’t think she had anywhere to go. She just ran away with the clothes on her back.”

Kurt takes another deep breath. “If you can get her here to do an interview, we might be able-”

“I can’t do that Kurt.” he says. “She barely trusts me. I don’t think dragging her down here is going to solve much.”

“Well then, what are you going to do?” Kurt asks.

He realises he hasn’t the foggiest idea.

He gets back home after a trip to the shop for some extra groceries, plus some things he doesn’t have at home, like tampons and pads and a few extra items of women's clothing. He realises she probably doesn’t have any clothes at all, or any belongings, so guesses what she’ll need immediately, and will figure out the rest later on. The woman on the checkout gave him an odd look at when she saw he was getting ladies undies and a hairbrush, but nevermind.

He got back expecting to find you still in bed, but he could hear the radio on in the kitchen. You’re sat at his kitchen table, wearing one of his hoodies over the clothes he gave you yesterday. Music was floating around, but you didn’t look like you were paying attention, too busy looking out the window. He cleared his throat, and you nearly jumped a mile. He smiled apologetically. “Morning.”

You sighed in relief. “You scared the shit out of me!”

Chuckling, he walks over and sets the shopping on the table. “Sorry darling, I didn’t mean to. How did you sleep?”

“Really well actually. Thank you, you didn’t have to give me your bed.”

“No worries.” He handed you a shopping bag. “I thought you might need some of this.”

You peek inside. He’d thought of everything. Spare clothes, sanitary things, basic hygiene products for women. You couldn’t remember when anyone had done something this thoughtful. You couldn’t help it; you started crying.

Magnus, being young and single for the last twenty years, was at a complete loss as to why you had just burst into tears. He stands and stares for a while, before realising that’s probably not the best idea. He comes over, putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. “Hey, it’s ok. Did I… did you need something else? I can go back to the shop, or you can have some things of mine-”

You shake your head frantically, trying desperately to stop hiccupping and crying. You want to correct him, to thank him, anything, but your only able to say some incomprehensible gargle, which makes you cry even more. Magnus, still at a loss, crouches beside your chair and holds your hands, rubbing then soothingly. He stares up at you intensely, trying to find some meaning in any of this.

“So-sorry, I j-just, no-one has ever d-done any-hic-anything like this for m-me. It’s so sweet, th-thank you –hic- thank you s-so much. I don’t deserve a-any of this-”

He sighs in relief. “Thank God. I thought I'd upset you somehow.”

“No, it’s p-perfect.”

He hugs you tightly. “You really had me worried a second there. I thought I'd royally fucked up the way you were sobbing.”

You froze. He hugged you. Jesus, how long had it been since you’d had a hug?

He felt you tense under his embrace. Shit, he probably shouldn’t have done that. What was he thinking? He tries to let go of you but is surprised when you wrap your arms around him, clinging on tightly. You don’t want him to go. He hugs you again, tighter this time. The two of you stay like that until you finally stop crying and go limp in his arms.

“Thank you.” you whisper.

After a few weeks, the two of you seem to settle into a little routine. Magnus talked to Kurt, letting him know he’d be off work for a little while, but that he would do bits and pieces from home, admin and the like. He would track people for Kurt and Annie, but he also insisted that any missing persons cases be emailed over, so he could check. He wasn’t certain, but he’d guess his new lodger would be on the run from someone, and that they probably weren’t too pleased she got away. Even so, no one of her description came up.

He tried to find her one night. He put her age and name into the system, thinking something might come up, giving him an idea of who she was. Although they had gotten chatty over the last few weeks, all he knew was this; she had no money, no children, and no family that would support her. She was all alone in the world. Even the system came up trumps- like she didn’t exist.

It was an evening almost a month after you moved in that you told him the truth over dinner. He was asking you about the food you’d made, where you learnt to cook it.

“It was my husband’s favourite.”

He froze mid-bite. He swallowed the food, then asked “Your husband?”

“Yeah. He was…. horrible.”

Magnus doesn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. What do you say to something like that?

“I’m sorry.” he finally manages.

You smirk. “What are you sorry for? You're not the idiot that married him.”

He shuts up at that point.

“I was too young really.” you say. You can’t not tell him any longer. He deserves to know really. He's been so good to you; you owe him the truth. “My mum, she used to drink a lot. She wasn’t an alcoholic, she just thought that if you had booze, you didn’t need to eat. Cigarettes too. She was obsessed with being skinnier, younger, more beautiful. My dad cheated, and she blamed herself for it. Said if she’d been younger and prettier, he would’ve stayed.

“I was too young to remember. I just know it got worse over the years. She used to binge too. It became an obsession. She was… she was neglectful, but it was because she was so insecure. Too busy worrying about herself to focus on a child. I started eating whatever I could find, because she’d never cook. I was slightly overweight when she decided I should have the same diet she did- water for breakfast, a tiny sandwich for lunch, and cigarettes for dinner. I think she thought I was going to end up like her. So, when I mentioned someone in my class liked me, she insisted I go out with him.

“He ended up being my husband. I didn’t want to be with him really, but he was slightly older, slightly better off. My mum said she’d disown me if I didn’t. Said it'd be better for me in the long run. So, I did.

“It was once I moved in with him that it got worse. Like jumping out the frying pan and into the fire. He was horrible- he'd beat me, he was always angry, he would… he took me by force on the wedding night. I never told him no after that. But I got pregnant. I didn't know what to do.

“The night I ran away I had a miscarriage. He was mad at me for some reason- I don’t even remember what now. But he punched me in the gut, and I lost the baby. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I ran away there and then climbed out the bathroom window. I’ll be honest, when I woke up at the hospital, I thought it might’ve been cause they’d had to give me a D&C. I hadn’t realised it was for hypothermia until you said.”

You've been fighting back tears for a while now, but the tears are starting to win. You sound numb and detached, like you're reciting something memorised by heart, but with no feeling. Magnus is stunned into silence.

“There’s one more thing.” You take a deep breath. Should you tell him?

“My name isn’t Katherine. It’s Y/N.”

Both of you meet eyes. Magnus speaks first. “Y/N. It's a pretty name.”

You smile. “Thanks.”

There’s an awkward silence. Magnus could’ve sworn he was hungry before, but he couldn't face eating now. You seemed to feel the same, pushing the food around your plate. The silence weighted down between the two of you.

You finally spoke. “Do you want me to go?”

He looked a little shocked. “No! Of course I don’t… I’m sorry, I'm just a little taken aback. But no, I don’t want you to go.”

“But don’t you mind?”

“Of course I mind.” he says. “It’s horrible, that should never have happened to you.”

“I mean-” you know what you want to say. But don’t know how to say it, else he might actually do it. “Are… are you going to… to kick me out?”

“Fucking hell Y/N, no, I'm not kicking you out.”

You feel a spark of hope replacing the impending doom that you had been feeling. “Really?”

“Yes. You're staying here, at home, where its safe.”

You stare at him in shock for a second. Home? Did he mean this was your home? Or was it just a turn of phrase? God, why did it feel like you were about to cry again? He noticed your expression.

“You’re staying with me, Y/N. I can’t force you do anything, but I'm not letting you leave until you’ve found somewhere permanent, and safe, and you’ve got yourself a decent job. I'll help you find some work, and you can live with me. And if you want, I can help you get a restraining order. I can just go to work and file it as urgent, and then you can come sign all the paperwork and give a statement. He won’t ever be able to come near you again.”

Now you really do start crying. You got up and hugged him so tight, your head resting against his chest. “Thank you, Mags. Thank you so much. I… thought… I don’t know what I thought, I was just so scared.”

He hugs you back tightly, one arm around your waist, the other cradling your head. “It’s ok. It’s ok, you're alright. You're home, okay? You’re safe here.”

You just hug him back so tightly. You're not alone anymore.

Over the next few months, things come and go. Magnus gets you a job at the station, doing menial admin and the like, but instead of saving like he encourages you too, you insist on giving him a cut seeing as he’s put you up for so long. And your good at the job, you work hard and help people out. You also help out in interviews, and work with his colleges dealing with domestic assault cases. It's hard for you, but it means so much that you can help people because you’re so good at recognising what they’re going through. Magnus pretends not to see the nights when you’re up till 3am at his dining table, pouring over case notes on the verge of tears. It's heartbreaking for the both of you, but you do it anyway.

He's also noticed in the months of living with you that you made new friends. Work colleges and people you meet here and there, but you begin to open up. You actually become so close with one of the girls that the two of you go for a weekend away. He realises something in your absence; the house felt too empty. He was fully intending on getting a bunch of things done, he had a series he’d been watching when you weren’t around (it was “too gory” apparently), and he had spent the night out with his mates. It was a lovely evening, down the pub with some guys from work he’d become quite close with. They all ended up joking about him, and how he would give you the sweetest puppy eyes whenever you walked into the room. He just laughed it off, telling them that you'd been out for the weekend to get away from him (they all told him it was BS). But when he got home, it was still too quiet. He missed you. Your laugh and company, your constant nattering, the way you would sit together in the evenings complaining about work. You both had such an amazing relationship, that when you disappeared, he felt… put out. But it was the night before you came back that was the real problem.

He’d gone down to your room late in the evening, wanting to talk to you because he couldn’t sleep, but forgot you weren’t there. He'd ended up rearranging what was the old dining room to be your bedroom since you moved in, and it was full of all your things. When he came in your room, he noticed your stuff lying around, the bits and pieces of notes and doodles and books. He ended up laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, when it dawned on him how much he’d hate it to know you weren’t coming back. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay here, with him. He loved you.

And he could never tell you. You had been working a few months, but you’d had to buy everything from scratch, you didn’t have a lot of money left. He couldn’t tell you that he loved you; you’d already been trapped once before, now what would you do? Would you get scared? Try and run away again, with no money and no guarantee of what would happen? And if you really wanted a clean break form him, you’d have to give up your job. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you were in entirely the wrong situation to be thinking about love. This was his problem, not yours.

You, on the other hand, were having an amazing weekend. Your friend was a colleague from work, so knew about your situation with Magnus. The two of you had gone out for drinks and dinner, dying to have a laugh and feel free from your jobs. You'd had a couple of cocktails when your housemate came up.

“So, what’s the deal? How long have you been boning him?”

You nearly spat out your margarita. “I’m not boning him.”

“Sure babes.” She takes another sip, and eyes you down. “He gives you the bedroom eyes every time you walk past.”

You snort. “No-one, and I mean NO-ONE is giving me bedroom eyes. Please, there’s way more attractive people in the office.”

“Oh yeah? Name one.”

“You.” You look her up and down. “Babes, your gorgeous.”

“Aww, your so cute. But seriously, you need to get on that. Get on Him. ASAP, cause I can’t stand all the pining looks. It’s so adorable it’s nauseating.”

“He doesn’t like me like that! Sam, I would love to ride that man into next Tuesday, but it’s never going to happen. He doesn’t like me the way I like him. As much as I wish he did, he doesn’t. He deserves someone better.”

Sam pauses. “What do you mean, someone better?”

You pause, wondering if you should tell her what you really think. “Someone… a bit less broken.”

When the weekend was finally over, Sam went back to her boyfriends, and told him the news. “She’s got it bad for him. And I mean, BAD.”

He nods. “I know. Me and a couple of other lads from work took him down the pub. Poor man’s completely in love with her.”

“Well now what do we do?” she says. “They’re both besotted, but neither is going to confess to the other.”

They slowly begin plotting, and end up making a plan…

The next week, you and Magnus go back to normal. Get up, have breakfast together, get dressed and ready to go, drive to work together, do some work, maybe have lunch together maybe not, come home, have dinner together, watch another episode of whatever crime doc your halfway through, argue about why the police on TV were so shit and why you would never be allowed to do half that crap, then go to bed and do it all again. It was a safe, happy, monotonous little existence, and you both loved it very much. You loved him more, but you could be happy with this. Or that was what you told yourself when you stopped fantasizing about the life you could have had, and crashed miserably down on reality.

Sam had other ideas. Magnus was in the back of the station, mid-way through organising the evidence for his latest case when he sees you come in the room. “Hey Y/N, whatcha looking for?”

“Just some evidence Sam needs for the McLiner case. You know where it’s gotten to?”

He nods. “It should be in the cupboard. Top shelf.”

“I looked though. Couldn’t find it.”

“It’s cause you’re so short,” he teases.

“Well, you go look then beanstalk. It's not there.”

“It is,” he says, moving towards the cupboard. “I saw it in there yesterday.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not.”

He goes in with you trailing behind him, and begins to look through the files. A small frown begins to form. “Where is it?”

“Told you. It’s not-” the door clicks behind you. Both of you turn. “I definitely left that open…”

He tries the handle. “It’s locked.”

“It can’t be locked,” you say before turning the handle yourself. The door doesn’t budge.

He smirks. “You were saying?”

You bang on the door. “Hello? Anyone out there?”

“Yep” came the confident reply.

You both look at each other, bewildered. He talks first. “Sam, what are you doing? Unlock the door.”

“No chance.” She speaks from the other side of the door, sounding smug. “You two knuckleheads needed a kick up the arse. Me and Max have been looking for an opportunity like this for weeks. Neither of you are coming out until you finally confess.”

“Confess what?” you ask.

“You know what Y/N. Tell him. Or risk being stuck in there for hours.”

“Sam! Don’t do this to me.” You’re starting to realise what’s happened. “Sam, open the door.”

“You’ll thank me later Y/N” she says.

“Tell me what?” Magnus says.

You keep pleading. “Sam, this isn't fair. Please, just open the door.”

“Y/N, what is she talking about?”

You keep ignoring him. “Sam please, just op-”

“Y/N!” he yells.

Your head whips round to look at him. He's never yelled at you before. Shocked to the core, you realise you have just been ignoring him. “What?” you ask tentatively.

He stares at you. You look… scared. Not quite as scared as you were when he first met you, but scared either way. He tries to keep his voice steady, calming. “Y/N, what… what do you need to tell me?”

You look away, embarrassed. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s to do with me though? It has to, otherwise she wouldn’t have locked us both in here.”

Desperately, you shake your head, trying to act convincing. “It’s nothing. Really, it’s nothing. It’s just something I mentioned to her a while back.”

He nods. “Go on…”

“I… oh, this is so embarrassing.” You start to cringe, backing yourself into a corner. “You weren’t meant to know…”

“Know what?” Magnus follows you, putting his hands on his shoulders. He can see you tearing up. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to tell you… I didn’t want to make it awkward. It’s…” you pause, trying to think of a way out. “Look, it doesn’t mean anything okay? It’s just something stupid. It doesn’t have to… you don’t have to do anything. You just… just to get out of this stupid cupboard. Sam may actually lock us in here all night otherwise.”

“Okay…” he says, still slightly confused.

“I… I mentioned to Sam a few weeks back that I happened to maybe have… feelings for you.”

His jaw drops. Holy shit, this is what you’d been keeping from him? this is your secret?

You’re still babbling. “This doesn’t have to mean anything Mags, I just… I never wanted to make you uncomfortable, especially because of us living together… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mags, I just didn’t… this doesn’t have to become anything.”

“Shut up.”

You look up at him. He has never, never spoken to you that sharply before. You can feel your pulse racing, your heart is almost beating out of your chest. “I’m sorry Mags. I’m so sorry.”

“No. No, don’t you damned dare be sorry. Do you know-” he runs a hand through his hair, breathing deeply, “Do you know how much I… how long I have waited for you to say something like that to me?”

“Join the fucking club!” Sam yells.

He ignores her, staring straight at you. “You, you are so fucking perfect, you know that? I… I’m falling for you. I’m so glad… I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same. That I might scare you off…”

Dumfounded, you let it sink in. “You have feelings for me?”

“I-” he doesn’t know if it’s the right thing to say, but says it anyway. “I think I love you.”

Sam leaves to get back to her desk. The two of you can sort all that stuff out between you, but unlocks the door before she left. Mission completed. What she is slightly more smug about is when you walk over to her desk forty-five minutes later, with your blouse slightly ruffled and done up wrong. She looks you up and down, but silences you with a finger before you can even speak. “I’ll delete the CCTV, don’t worry.”

“Thank you. I owe you big time.”

She just smiles at you. “Yeah, you really do huh? You never know. I might have sold that on onlyfans. Policemen fucking is quite a popular genre. I could have made a fortune.”

“Ha fucking Ha. You're hilarious, you know that?

“I know. I should have been a comedian.”

You roll your eyes. “I mean it. Thanks.” You give her a hug. “You’re the best.”

She chuckles. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got a bet going with Kurt that you marry that blond dipshit. Try not to let me down, yeah?”

You smile. “Don’t you worry. I’m going to marry him one day.”

[mischiefandlies]

This was one from my old account, I think it’s one of my favourites. Hope you enjoy!

The ties that mend

Loki x reader

Masterlist

Notes: This is an old one I found, a little angsty but fluffy as hell at the end.

Warnings: I don’t think so??

The moment you step in the flat, you know it’s too quiet. Something’s not right.

“Loki?” you call out, hoping that your boyfriend has just gone out, and that the quietness is just him having nipped to the shops.

No response.

“Loki?” you call, wandering through the downstairs rooms. After coming up empty handed, you decide to make a cup of tea and go and get changed, thinking Loki must’ve just gone out. He would’ve called you if it was a mission, or if he had an emergency on Asgard. He would just be back in a bit.

It wasn’t until you went to open your bedroom door that you heard him… sniffling?

“Lo?” you called out before walking in.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking right as rain. “Hello my love,” he says, getting up to greet you “how was your day?”

“My day was fine, thank you. More to the point, how was your day?”

He just shrugged. “Slow”

“Riiiight.” You weren’t buying it. “Anything interesting happen?”

“Not really. Why do you ask?”

You just shrugged. “No reason. Wanna help with dinner?”

 

The rest of the evening went as usual. You had both made dinner, watched another episode of your favourite Netflix series, and had just settled into bed. You were virtually on the verge of falling asleep when you heard Loki sniffing next to you.

“Lo? Are you ok?”

“Fine.” His voice trembled.

You rolled over. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

He rolled away from you. “Nothing. I thought you were asleep.”

You sat up and turned the lamp on. “My love, just tell me.”

You could see the tears in his eyes now. He looked distressed. “My love, I am perfectly fine. Please, just go to sleep.”

You didn’t know what to do. To pressure him into telling you felt wrong, but you couldn’t just leave him like this. So you did the only thing you could think of.

You lay down next to him, you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head in his neck. He tensed at first but eventually relaxed a little, although you could still feel his apprehension in the air. So you kissed his cheek, and whispered to him, “It’s ok. I know you don’t want to tell me whatever it is right now. If I’ve done something wrong, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. And if you just don’t want to tell me, that’s ok too. I love you, and I’m here for you, and I’m still going to love you no matter what.”

That was all that was needed to open the floodgates. Loki turned and sobbed into your shoulder. He clung to you like you were the only solid thing in the universe. Like you could save him from whatever he was crying over. He just held you tightly until eventually the storm passed and he lay limp in your arms. You reached across and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, and Loki blew his nose.

The two of you lay there together, side by side in each others arms. Eventually, Loki speaks up,

“Darling?”

“Yes my love?” you say.

“Did you mean that? About you loving me no matter what?”

“Always.”

His grip on you loosens. “May I tell you something?”

You look up at him. “Of course.”

He takes a breath, then mumbles “ I am no longer a prince on Asgard”

“What?” you question. “How is that possible?”

“A multitude of reasons” he says ”One, because of me trying to take over this place. I’m not as popular as I once was, and Asgard cannot have an heir who is renowned for his genocide attempts. Two, because people found out about my heritage. I am not as pure blooded as Odin claimed I was”

“How do you mean?” you asked.

He looked away from you. “I am a frost giant. I have another form that looks more like some of my ancestors, which was accidently unveiled in front of the palace staff. Since then, my reputation on Asgard has been... tainted.”

“O, my love I’m so sorry.” You said, wiping the tears from his face. “Asgard was your home, it’s not fair.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He said. “I’m not like them”

“May I see?” you ask tentatively.

He looks bewildered. “Why would you want to?”

“Just curious. You don’t have to show me, I just wanted to know.”

“I find that very hard to believe.” He states. “Especially given that it is the cause of all this.”

“Of all what Lo?”

He sighs. “I am sorry to burden you with this darling.” He looks away. “the Jontun blood in me means that I cannot produce heirs. Like when you mate lions and tigers, or horses and donkeys. The species are to far apart, and cannot breed. Asgardian and Jontar mixing cannot create fertile offspring. It’s the legitimate reason why I can’t remain a prince” he finishes miserably “Because I am not even scientifically possible. I an a genetic mistake.”

You wrap your arms around him tighter when he tries to leave, but you don’t say anything.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

You stare up at him. “What are you sorry for?”

“My love, don’t you understand.” He says “I’m not a prince. I can’t give you titles. I can’t give you a palace, or any of the luxuries that my brother could afford you. I can’t even give you children.” He was crying again “I’ll never be able to give you the family that you deserve, never be able to have children of my own.” He goes to leave. “You deserve better than me, so much better, and I’m sorry to have wasted your time all these months but I just didn’t realise-“

“Loki, I don’t care about any of those things. I care about you.”

He stares at you. “What?”

“I don’t care about titles or palaces, and I certainly wouldn’t rather have Thor, no matter what luxuries he has. I would love you as whatever you’d want to be, prince or not. Whether you’re Jontar of Asgardian, I don’t care.

“And as for a family, if that’s something we decide we both want, there are other ways of having children. I don’t think of you any less for not being able to have kids, and I certainly don’t think of you as less for having obscure parents. None of that is your fault, and it’s not for you to try and take the blame for.”

You just hold him while he takes everything in. You press gentle kisses to the top of his head, until eventually he stops crying, and mumbles out a “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being there. Putting up with me. Loving me.” He says. “I thought that this would be it for us”

“I meant what I said. I will always be here for you, and I love you no matter what.” You say. And you both lay there, until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[mischiefandlies]

I am alive, I swear, I’m gonna give myself a deadline because otherwise I will never get this fic done. It’ll be done by Friday, pending I can actually get my arse in gear.

[mischiefandlies]

The cold feels like home

Loki x Reader

Masterlist

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.

[mischiefandlies]

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.

[mischiefandlies]

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.

[mischiefandlies]

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?”

[mischiefandlies]

so fucking much...

I love Tom Hiddleston

[mischiefandlies]

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.

[mischiefandlies]

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.”

[mischiefandlies]

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

All of you, with all my heart

Mythology Drabble

Of beasts and men

Of Gods and Men

Headcannons:

Loki x reader falling in love

Loki x reader with period symptoms

Tom Hiddleston ❤️

A pain in my neck

Other characters

Magnus- A place to call home

[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

Masterlist

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.