#Loki Layfeyson x you

[maevedoodle]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

Pairing-Loki x F!Reader

Summary-When you get a small cut on your hand Loki insists it’s “a mortal weakness.” And that you should be more careful.

Tags-Minor injury,Fluff,Tension,Soft Loki,Caring Loki,Wounded reader

Word count-557

You're in the kitchen casually chopping up an apple with your speaker, The rhythm of the music has you humming along, your movements smooth and relaxed as you go about preparing a snack.

The music is there, but you're not really paying attention to it you're just enjoying the moment, maybe tapping your foot here and there, the familiarity of the song making you feel comfortable.

Everyone in the tower had left earlier to go grocery shopping, which with them it'd take about more than a few hours you woke up late anyway so you didn't bother going the grocery store trips were always chaotic and way to long for you anyway.

As you slice the apple, you shift your grip on the knife, not thinking much of it. In a split second, the blade catches your finger, and you flinch, immediately pulling it back.

"Shit!" you winced as your face turns into a frown, your finger stinging with the sudden sharpness of the cut.

You stick your finger in your mouth to try to numb the pain, but just as you're about to move on, you hear Loki's voice from behind you, cool and sarcastic.

"Why are we screaming?" he asks, amusement lacing his tone. Startled, you pull your finger out of your mouth and turn to face him. "I thought I was alone," you say, a little embarrassed, your heart racing from the surprise of him sneaking up on you.

Your finger starts stinging again and you put it back in your mouth attempting to soothe the pain. "Fuck."

Loki raises an eyebrow, his eyes scanning you for a moment. "Sweetheart, get your finger out of your mouth. You're not two, and you're definitely not alone." His voice is light, almost teasing, but there's a glimmer of something else in his gaze.

You chuckle softly, embarrassed but trying to play it off. "My finger..." you whine, your finger still throbs a little, but you're trying to ignore it.

Loki steps closer, his eyes narrowing as he watches you. "Let me see it," he says, reaching for your hand before you can protest. He gently takes your injured finger in his, inspecting it carefully.

"I can take care of myself," you mumble, trying to pull your hand back, but Loki holds firm. "By running it under water?" he replies, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

You flush realizing he's right. "Fine." you mutter, your eyes avoiding his as he grabs the first aid kit from the counter. Loki doesn't waste time cleaning the cut with practiced precision, before carefully applying a bandage.

He steps back, looking at his work. "There. Be careful next time." His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, the atmosphere between you two shifting. You both stand there, quiet for a moment, before you finally break the silence with a shy smile.

"Thanks," you say, your heart skipping a beat as you meet his eyes. Loki doesn't say anything right away. He just takes a step closer, his hand brushing against your waist.

Slowly, his lips find yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It's a simple gesture, but it feels like it says everything that neither of you has quite put into words yet.

"Mortals and their weaknesses." He mutters walking away leaving you to ponder with your own thoughts.

[mintyys-blog]

A LOVE BETWEEN WORLDS— frost giant! loki laufeyson x pregnant! wife! reader

WARNINGS: pregnancy

Loki, the Frost Giant, towered over his wife, Y/N, his glowing blue skin faintly shimmering in the dim light of their shared chamber. The large stone walls of their home seemed to hum with a cold, eerie energy, a reflection of Loki’s origins as a being of ice and frost. But despite the stark contrast of their worlds, the love between them had always been their bridge—a bridge that had grown even more fragile with time.

Y/N, now carrying their child, had never felt more aware of the distance between them. The pregnancy had come with its own challenges—morning sickness, fatigue, and the swelling discomforts that came with growing a new life. But being married to a god—an ancient, towering being—had its own particular difficulties.

Loki, though loving and devoted, was unaware of how to navigate the fragility of her body in comparison to his. As much as he wished to keep her safe, his larger-than-life form often made the simplest of interactions feel as though they were fraught with risk.

“Y/N, are you certain you’re comfortable?” Loki’s voice was low, rumbling through the chamber like a storm on the horizon. His concern was evident, but so was his frustration. His hand hovered near her as she sat on their bed, but he was hesitant, afraid that even the softest of touches might be too much for her.

Y/N smiled softly, resting her hand over her rounded belly, feeling the little one shift inside her. She was used to his anxiety, but there was no escaping the truth. Their differences had become more pronounced since the pregnancy. She felt tiny beside him, like a human who might break under the weight of the world he carried, and Loki constantly seemed to battle with his immense strength and gentleness.

“I’m fine,” she reassured him, though the warmth in her voice couldn’t fully mask the strain she felt in her bones. “I just need you to be careful, Loki. You’re so… big. You have no idea how easy it is for me to feel overwhelmed by your presence.”

His shoulders stiffened, and for a moment, the ice in his heart flickered with regret. He knelt beside her, his massive form folding down with great care as he lowered himself to her eye level. His blue eyes, the color of glaciers, softened as they met hers.

“I don’t wish to overwhelm you,” Loki murmured, his voice almost pleading. “But everything about you is so… fragile in my eyes. And yet, you carry something stronger than even I could imagine. It is this child that frightens me, Y/N.”

Y/N’s hand reached out to stroke his cool cheek, the chill of his skin a sharp contrast to the warmth of her touch. She had long grown accustomed to the sensation, though it never ceased to be odd. His heart beat with the slow rhythm of time itself, but hers raced with the urgency of life.

“I know you worry,” she said softly, her thumb tracing along the sharp planes of his jawline. “But it’s not just me you have to be cautious with. Our baby is inside me—fragile as I am. I need you to remember that.”

Loki nodded, and his large hand gently settled on her belly, careful not to press too hard. He could feel the flutter of the child beneath his palm, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I would never forgive myself if I harmed either of you.”

“You don’t need to worry so much,” she whispered, leaning her forehead gently against his. “We’ll be alright. We just have to learn how to exist in this world together. Slowly, step by step.”

Loki gazed down at her with a sadness that spoke of centuries of regret. His people, his world, and the space between them had been marked by war, suffering, and loss. To have something as fragile as Y/N—something that he cherished more than his own life—made him terrified. Every movement, every touch, seemed dangerous.

As Y/N leaned back, her body aching from the strain of the pregnancy, she felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion. Loki quickly caught her before she could fall, his massive form enveloping hers. His arms were powerful, but his movements were slow, careful, as if he feared that one wrong move would shatter everything between them.

“You are so precious to me,” he muttered, pulling her closer. “I will never understand how someone like me could have been blessed with someone as beautiful and as gentle as you.”

Y/N rested her head against his broad chest, the warmth of his heartbeat reverberating through her. It was odd, she thought, that she could feel so small and so protected in the arms of a being whose very presence seemed to break the air around them. But love was a strange thing, especially when it bridged such different worlds.

“I love you, Loki,” she whispered, her voice tired but filled with tenderness. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Loki pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips cold but gentle against her skin. He knew that despite the difficulties they faced, the love they shared would be their strength. And as the days passed and their child grew within her, they would face the challenges together—not as two beings from different realms, but as a family.

And, for the first time in a long while, Loki felt that maybe, just maybe, the weight of his ice-cold world could be softened by the warmth of her love.

[ashdreams2023]

Can u do Loki x touch starved reader Headcanons? Maybe reader is an avenger and had a tough past

Loki x touch starved reader

Ok at first he would think you’re just clingy to get his attention then he starts to realize

Oh? You actually like this, you want to be close to him because it makes you feel good

Honestly if that’s all it takes to make you happy then baby he’s on board

Hand holding 24/7

Assures you that he doesn’t hate it and having you close is a delight

He has his arm around your waist when you’re in formal events

Kisses, lots and lots and he loves it, don’t ever think he’ll get sick of it

Runs his hands through your hair and caresses your arms when you cuddle

Holds you tight at night and most nights is the little spoon so you can keep him as close as you want

Let’s you cling to him while he walks around the house and smooches your face when you lay your head on his chest

Carries you around just because he can, and beside you look cute all curled up against his chest

Intimate times are like the best thing ever, you’re having the time of your life because you love the skin to skin and he’s simply enjoying how satisfied you are

Sometimes you sneak underneath his sweater and warp your arms around his middle

Actually loves all the attention, it feeds his ego but also it’s nice to have positive attention for once in a while

Puts his hand on your thigh when you two sit next to each other

Fingers tangled together under the table at dinner

Foreheads pressing against each other as goodbyes and hugs where you’re feet off the ground as hellos

Plays with your hands and puts them on his face and kisses your palm

Runs his hands softly over old scars and hums while he holds you close

Everyone rolls their eyes at you two but no one interferes because they know you deserve it

[super-marvel-dc]

Y/N: *Doing a handstand while jumping up and down*

Loki, to Bucky: What the hell are they doing?

Bucky: They're having apple withdrawal symptoms...

Loki: I beg your pardon?

Bucky: Whenever they go without apples for a certain amount of time they bend themself up like a pretzel and do handstands.

Loki: Huh, odd...

Loki: *Conjures up an apple, and throws it at Y/N, hitting them in the head*

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Lost in Midnight Shadows

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Warning: fluff, Loki being Loki

Authors note: I hope yall enjoy, I’ve been a big fan of Loki’s forever now also I just realized I titled it with my name lol

Word Count: 1.4K

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The city lights flickered softly against the dark skyline, and you found yourself captivated by their distant warmth. It was one of those rare, quiet nights in New York when you could almost imagine peace settling over the restless city. The Avengers Tower loomed high above it all, casting a solitary silhouette against the stars.

You sat by the large window in one of the common rooms, hugging a mug of tea, feeling the chill of the glass against your shoulder. The room was dimly lit, with only a small lamp casting a soft glow, making the shadows seem even darker. You enjoyed these moments of solitude; they felt like a quiet break from the constant hum of activity and chaos that came with being in this tower. Tonight, the others were either off on missions or had gone out, leaving you with an unfamiliar sense of calm.

But as you sat in silence, a familiar tingling crept down your spine, that instinctive feeling you had whenever he was nearby.

“Lost in thought, are we?” came a smooth, almost mocking voice from somewhere behind you. Loki.

You turned, finding him half-shrouded in shadows, leaning against the doorway with a look of mild amusement. His eyes, bright and glinting, watched you with a kind of curiosity that was both unnerving and alluring. He looked relaxed tonight, his usual Asgardian armor replaced by something simpler—a dark green tunic with a high collar and pants that only added to his commanding presence.

“Is there ever a moment when you don’t try to sneak up on me?” you asked, attempting to keep your voice steady. Even now, after all the time you’d spent around him, Loki’s presence still had an unnerving effect on you. It was like standing too close to the edge of a cliff, thrilling and dangerous.

Loki smirked, stepping forward so that the dim light caught his features. “Where would the fun be in that?” he murmured, his tone filled with a teasing lilt. He crossed the room, stopping beside you to look out the window. “It’s rare for this place to be so… tranquil.”

You nodded, not entirely trusting yourself to speak. With him this close, his scent—a faint mix of sandalwood and something earthy—filled the air. It was oddly comforting, despite the chaotic energy he carried with him.

For a few minutes, the two of you stood in silence, gazing out over the city. It felt strangely intimate, like he was letting you in on a piece of himself he usually kept hidden.

Loki’s public persona was one of bravado, of smug arrogance and barely restrained disdain. But here, in this quiet space, you saw something else—a hint of loneliness, maybe even a touch of vulnerability.

“You know,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “I don’t think I’ve ever asked. Do you like it here?”

Loki turned his head slightly, looking down at you with an arched eyebrow. “Here? You mean this realm, or this tower?”

“Either,” you replied, matching his gaze. “Both, maybe.”

A faint chuckle escaped his lips. “Midgard is… interesting, I’ll admit. It’s messy, chaotic. Mortals scurrying about, desperately clinging to their short lives, trying to find purpose in it all. It’s… amusing.” His eyes softened, almost imperceptibly. “And yet, there’s something intriguing about it. About you humans.”

He was looking at you in a way that made your heart beat a little faster, as if he were studying you, trying to decipher something hidden just below the surface. Loki always had a way of making you feel exposed, like he could see right through you. But tonight, there was something different in his gaze, something that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he was seeing you for the first time.

“Do you know why I chose to stay?” he asked suddenly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You shook your head, surprised he was opening up.

“It’s because I’ve been searching for something,” he continued, his tone laced with a rare vulnerability. “Something I cannot find in Asgard or any of the Nine Realms. I thought, perhaps, here…” He trailed off, glancing back out at the city lights.

You swallowed, unsure of how to respond. You knew Loki had always felt like an outsider, even in his own world. And here he was, confiding in you, sharing a glimpse of the complex layers beneath his enigmatic exterior. The urge to reach out, to offer him some kind of comfort, was overwhelming.

“I think…” you began, hesitating. “I think we’re all searching for something. Maybe that’s why so many of us end up here, in this tower. We’re all a bit lost, in our own way.”

Loki looked at you, his eyes softening. For a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, he simply reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your hand. The touch was feather-light, tentative, as if he was testing the waters.

And then he pulled away, retreating back into his usual smirk. “You’re quite insightful for a mortal, I’ll give you that,” he said, his tone shifting back to its usual playful lilt.

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence, but the air between you felt charged, as if something unspoken lingered just out of reach. You wanted to break the tension, to ask him about the things he held so close, but you knew better than to push Loki. If he wanted you to know, he’d tell you.

After a while, Loki spoke again. “I tire of this city,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Tell me, little mortal, do you ever grow weary of it?”

You blinked, slightly taken aback by the question. “I mean, sometimes,” you admitted. “But then I remember the people here—the friends I have. They make it worth it. Even if things get chaotic.”

Loki hummed, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. “Friends,” he repeated, almost as if tasting the word. “Is that what we are?”

The question took you by surprise. You hadn’t thought about it, but now that he’d brought it up, you realized you weren’t sure what you and Loki were to each other.

Friends? Allies? Something else entirely?

“I… I think so,” you said slowly. “At least, I’d like to be. If that’s what you want, too.”

Loki’s expression softened, and for a brief moment, you saw something raw and unguarded in his eyes. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual guarded smirk.

“Then perhaps, mortal,” he said, leaning in so close that his breath brushed against your ear, “I might allow you to stay by my side.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks warming at his proximity. There was something thrilling about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the room, maybe even the entire world. You’d spent so much time with him, yet you still found yourself drawn to him, captivated by the mystery and danger he represented.

Before you could respond, he pulled back, his expression shifting to one of mild amusement. “But don’t get too comfortable,” he added, his eyes glinting mischievously. “I am, after all, a god. And gods do not make promises lightly.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

Loki’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer, his eyes softening once more. It was a look that spoke of something deeper, something you couldn’t quite put into words.

And in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same pull toward you that you felt toward him.

The night wore on, and the two of you continued to talk, sharing stories and secrets in the dimly lit room. As the hours slipped by, you felt a strange sense of closeness with Loki, as if you were two kindred spirits, bound together by something beyond your understanding.

When the first light of dawn began to break over the city, Loki stood, offering you his hand. “Come,” he said softly. “Let us greet the new day together.”

You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers against your skin, and together, you watched the sun rise over the city. And in that quiet moment, with Loki by your side, you felt a sense of peace that you hadn’t known in a long time.

Maybe you were still searching, still lost in your own way. But now, you had someone to share the journey with—a god who had chosen you, just as much as you had chosen him.

And as the sun bathed the world in golden light, you knew that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reblogging! -Midnight💜

[spicyhiddles]

Wounded | Loki x Reader

A/N: The reader checks on Loki in his chambers following a heated argument between Loki and Thor. Finding Loki shirtless and drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks, the reader tries to comfort him, tending to his wounds.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mild cursing, trauma, triggers

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You hear shouting from down the hall. You know instantly it is Thor and Loki. They argue almost every day, often wounding each other. You’ve gotten so accustomed to their daily squabbles that you’ve started to ignore them. But today, something is different. You hear a loud bang, then, nothing. Complete silence.

Worried, you rush out of your room, running down the hallway, almost tripping over the carpet more than once. You almost run full force into Thor, but manage to stop mere inches from him.

“Thor? What Happened? Where’s Loki?”. Your Voice is shaking as you speak between heavy breaths.

“I…” Thor looks down. He lowers his voice, so much that you can hardly make out what he’s saying.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

You don’t wait for him to say another word. You push past him, ignoring his protests and pleas to let it be.

When you reach Loki’s room, you don’t even knock. You practically kick the door down, desperate to make sure Loki is okay. You freeze when you see him.

He is sitting hunched over on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sweat dripping down his bare stomach. His eyes dart up suddenly to meet your gaze. Your heart breaks at the sight. Tears run down his cheeks. You can’t tell if they are from physical or emotional pain, or both.

“Loki…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

Loki looks down, taking a deep, shaky breath. He winces, drawing your attention to a large wound running across his chest, stretching from his collarbone to the base of his rib cage. It’s hardly bleeding, but the skin around the wound is almost purple. It looks almost as if it’s a burn. Then it hits you. It’s already begun to heal, but it is clearly an electrical burn. If he weren’t a god, he’d be dead.

“Damnit Thor,” you spit. You raise your voice, causing Loki to flinch.

You cautiously approach him, watching closely for any reaction from him. He watches you intensely. His expression is guarded, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

“Loki. I’m so sorry.” Your voice is soft. Loki lifts his gaze to meet yours, surprised.

“Why are you apologizing. You didn’t do this.” He gestures to the wound on his chest. The sudden movement makes him wince.

You reach out to touch his shoulder, but pause when he leans slightly away from you. You lift your hand to cup his chin in it, gently turning his head so his gaze meets yours. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb, wiping a fresh tear away. You hold his gaze. He gives you a slight smile.

“Loki?” You lower your hand, holding it just inches from his wound. He flinches slightly, even though you haven’t touched it yet. You stand up.

“I’ll be right back. Promise.”

You walk into the bathroom, grabbing the softest washcloth you can find, and dampening it in cold water.

When you return to Loki’s room, you find him leaning back on the headboard, his head tipped back against the wall. His hand rests cupped protectively over his wounded chest. You sit quietly beside him.

“See? I told you I’d be right back.”

He lifts his head slightly to look at you.

“I didn’t doubt it Y/N. You’ve always been here when I need you. I’ve never had someone like that in my life before.” He smiles.

“Loki? Do you trust me?” You look intensely into his eyes. He laughs, causing him to cough. He winces.

“May I?” Your gaze falls onto his hand, which covers his wound. He follows your gaze.

He nods, moving his hand to rest on the bed beside him. You smile. You hold the washcloth just above the base of the wound, pausing to check his expression. His eyes are squeezed shut, anticipating the pain.

“Loki. Look at me please.” Your voice is soft and quiet.

Loki slowly opens his eyes, blinking at you. You lower the washcloth, mere centimeters from his wounded skin. He closes his eyes again. You gently stroke his cheek with the back of your free hand.

“Loki. It’s alright. I’ll be gentle. You know I will.” Brushing a stray curl behind his ear, you add, “I promise it won’t hurt.”

Loki relaxes, and you gently press the damp cloth to the base of the wound. Loki flinches, his whole upper body tensing. You remove the cloth from his skin.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” You gently take his hand in yours. He shakes his head.

“No. Just…” he takes a deep breath, wincing as his chest rises. You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You don’t need to explain. I know.” You wait for him to relax completely before pressing the cloth to his skin again.

This time, Loki doesn’t flinch or tense up, but instead relaxes more and more as you gently press the cold, damp cloth to his skin, moving it slowly up the wound until you’ve covered the whole thing. You then slowly work your way back down the wound. Loki relaxes more and more every second. He lets out a content sigh.

“Thank you Y/N,” he breathes, “for taking care of me.” He looks up at you slowly with sleepy eyes. He smiles appreciatively.

You finish cleaning the wound, then toss the dirty cloth. You meet Loki’s gaze. There is something in his eyes you can’t quite place, something you’ve never seen in them before. He sits up, obviously feeling a lot better after the special treatment.

“Y/N…” He looks serious all of a sudden.

“Loki, what is it?” You cannot hide the worry in your voice.

He holds your gaze, taking a deep breath.

“It was about you.”

You swallow. You think you know what he’s referring too, but you need to be sure.

“What was about me?” Loki sighs.

“The argument between me and Thor. It was about you.”

-

Next part coming soon…

[lostalioth]

𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

→ premise: loki knew he was rough and mean and yet he also knew that you loved it.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, knife play, throat training, oral [m receiving], face fucking, degrading, small amount of praise, nicknames [darling, pet, throat slut, love], small amount of gagging.

→ a/n: 03 kinktober

“Get on your knees pet, gotta train that pretty little throat so you know how to shut up slut” Loki growls and grips the back of your neck to push you to the floor. He was leaning back against the soft plush black couch that sat in the center of the living room, his legs spread. One hand still holding the back of your neck and the other palming over his thigh and moving then to rub over the bulge in his pants. “And what if I don't wanna shut up huh?” You taunt and tilt your head. Yet your hand begins to crawl up his knees and lean closer. His eyes glint down at you and an evil smile forms on his lips before he lifts his hips to adjust. Loki's tongue pokes his cheek and he waves his hand to conjure up his dagger. With one swift motion his dagger is pressed against the crevice between your neck and your collar bone, softly pushing the blade against your neck. Your breath hitches and arousal pools between your legs.

“Pants off, take my pants off now darling” he grins and keeps his dagger pressed against you as his eyes shift between your face and the growing tent in his pants. Your eyes glaze over and your jaw goes slack as you nod your head in obedience, just how Loki likes it. You begin to unbutton his pants, slide them down his slender legs as well as his tight black boxers down and off his body.

He flashes his wicked smile at you for complying and pulls your mouth down onto his twitching cock filling your throat. “Oh fuck such a pretty slut you like me being rough you know it, youre dripping right now with my cock shoved down your thoat and this blade pressed against your pluse.” He chuckles softly as he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He knows you can't answer him and that only makes him more excited.

You clench your thighs as your slick and arousal soaks your panties. Your erratic heartbeat booming hard in your ears as Loki digs the blade of his dagger a bit deeper. The hand still holding the back of your neck grips harder and holds you down to the base of his cock, his cock filling your mouth and pushing at the back of your throat causing you to gag around him a bit.

“Hold it darling, hold it deep in your throat and dont gag love. Got it pet?” Loki teases and lets go of your neck to rub his thumb over your cheek under your eye.

You run your tongue over a vein sprawling across his shaft and use the spit slipping down his cock to play with his balls, your jaw relaxes and you hold him deep in your mouth without gagging. Loki lets out a breath and drops the dagger to hold the side of your neck and runs his thumb over the bump caused by his cock. It made his stomach swirl and the knot tighten as your throat squeezes him.

“Such a good slut fuck, my little throat slut huh?” He groans as his head tips back.

→ a/n: this was very short and i meant to post it yesterday but i was gonna write more but im already getting a bit of writers block so some will be shorter yk?

[youaintnothinbuta]

“You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

summary: you faint into Loki’s arms.

pairing: loki laufeyson x reader

warnings: fainting/passing out. fluff. probably bad grammar/spelling mistakes/typos

word count: 457

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As you walked alongside Loki, his stride matching your own, the magnificent view of Asgard unfolded before your eyes. The balcony, perched at the highest point of the palace, granted an astonishing view of the kingdom. Loki, ever watchful, placed a gentle hand on your back, both grounding and reminding you of the height you had reached. He was familiar with this place, its heights and depths, and knew you were not.

A sudden realisation of the dizzying altitude hit you, making your heart to skip a beat. Stepping back from the precipice, you bumped into Loki, stood closely behind you.

“Maybe we should head back down,” Loki suggested, his voice coloured with concern. He noticed your eyes were struggling to focus on him, or anything else for that matter.

You shook your head. “I'm fine,” you replied, your voice sounding weaker than you intended.

“You're dizzy,” he stated, his tone tinged with worry, as he reached out to steady you.

Before you could argue further, the world around you blurred and swirled around, your vision faltered. The edges of your awareness dissolved as your body grew weak, threatening to surrender to the overwhelming heights. With grace, Loki caught you in his arms, his strength ensuring your safety even as your consciousness slipped away.

As your eyelids fluttered open, a dimly lit room greeted your gaze. You blinked, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

Tilting your head, you discovered that you were cradled in Loki's arms, his emerald eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of relief and concern.

“Loki?” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

His lips curled into a gentle smile, relief washing over his features. “Welcome back,” he whispered. Confusion mingled with gratitude as you tried to piece together the events that led to your current state.

“What happened?”

A flicker of regret shadowed Loki's expression. “You fainted, straight into my arms.”

You winced, realising the gravity of the situation. It was a humbling reminder of your mortality amidst the grandeur of the gods. “I'm sorry” you replied.

Loki's arms tightened around you, drawing you closer. "Not necessary, my love. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."

You laughed a little at his comment, but not without dazing slightly out of consciousness again.

“Perhaps it’s best you just lie here for a while,” his voice was low, but comforting.

“Only if I still get your undivided attention.” You smiled.

“You’re just like the rest of them, always looking for a God’s attention.” Loki teased you again, kissing you on the forehead. Nodding weakly, you allowed exhaustion to claim you once again, your eyes drifting closed as you surrendered to the healing embrace of sleep.

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

GUESS WHO'S GOING TO SEE TOM HIDDLESTONNN!!!!!!!!

[lokiforever]

Hey do you think you maybe write a Loki x reader with a reader who adores singing but is incredibly insecure about it because they can't sing high or low enough to properly fit with any voice type so they don't like to sing front of others? If not that totally OK I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. Have good/night

Hello there, nonny👋🏻❤️

For sure, darling! It's totally fine ❤️

You know, that's basically me, like I live for music but I don't like to sing in front of anyone....I used to be in the our school choir ...but now I don't like to sing in front of people. I'm probably boring you all out ...... 😅

Apologies.. let's begin with the fic/drabble ✌🏻❤️

Hope you all like it, especially you, nonny ❤️🥰

❤️His Melophile❤️

Pairing: Loki x Insecure! Reader

Summary: Loki finds about how highly insecure you are about your singing abilities while you love singing too.No wonder why you never sang in front of him......

Warnings ⚠️🚨 : Loki wearing a tuxedo (after ep2 most definitely, this is) None otherwise, it's pure fluff...

Today was Friday, which ment another of Tony's team building parties. Oh, how he loved parties. You were getting dressed and your dear perfect boyfriend, Loki was to pick you up in 30 minutes. Well...not that you had to go that far.... just have to shuffle through a few floors but still...

If we start talking about for how long you've liked him ... that'll be a long sum and the same was the case with Loki. It was only 2 months ago that you two confessed your true feelings for each other.

You decided to wear a short black cocktail dress which fitted you perfectly..

You were in the middle of deciding your hair style when your thoughts was interrupted by a knock accompanied by the smooth and lovely voice of your boyfriend "Darling?" "Come in, Loki. I'm almost ready, love" you called across the room. As Loki entered both of you a good few minutes just to admire each other.. He was wearing a tuxedo and the ruffles completed the look with his hair slicked back. "Y-you look absolutely ravishing, my darling" "Loki....you-you look... spectabulous" he chuckled "Oh, you seem to like it, love" "I love it! You look ...... words cannot express how much I love it" "Well, thank you, darling"

"Let's go, shall we, my love?" "I just need to make my hair" "Ah, no need it's amazing just the way it is" you chuckled a faint blush creeping up your cheeks "Thank you, my love. Let's go then"

The party went smoothly and now, when most of the guests were gone you and the other Avengers decided to play a game of Truth or dare.

"Point Break, Truth or dare?"(You know who said this) "Truth and stop with that weird name" "Thor, tell us a story of you and Loki from your childhood" said Steve "I could've given him a better one" the billionaire said. "Tony" Nat said with a glare to which he raised his hands up in mock defence "Thor, you start"

"Alright, here it goes - Once Loki transformed himself into a snake and he knows that I love snakes, so I went to pick it up to admire it and then he transformed back into himself and went like, 'Byah! It's me' and he.. stabbed me......we were eight at that time"

Loki now had a smile on his face. And you gave him the "Whoa! That was quite a trick" you said and Thor nodded "I'm so proud of you, love" you whispered to Loki with a chuckle who was sitting next to you as he gave you his signature smirk.

"Y/N, why don't you go next" Nat said "Me? Ok, alright" "Truth or dare?" "Uhh... let's go with Truth" "Name one of your insecurities" this immediately caused Loki to look at you with a gaze of love and reassurance.

"Ugh...no.... fine, I don't like to sing in front of others, be it anyone" you confessed as the God gave you the 'we have to talk about it in private' look.

~~•~~

*In yours and Loki's shared chambers*

Before any of you could say anything, Loki was called for an emergency mission with Thor and a few other Avengers and with what he told you it'd probably take him 2 to 3 days to return ....

You had your ipods on, singing as you cooked. Loki would return by the evening so were cooking dinner for the both of you.

~•~

When Loki entered the apartment he heard your lovely voice as you sang accompanied by the aroma of the food you were cooking. He walked towards the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe as he heard you. You were lost in your own little world, way too preoccupied to notice that you now had company.

When your song ended you turned around, releasing a yelp as you saw Loki standing there "Jesus! Loki, you nearly gave me a heart attack! How long have you been standing here?" "Long enough to hear your beautiful voice"

You turned beet red at his words. "Oh, come on" "Darling...." he said as he started walking towards you "You have a lovely voice, sweetheart" he said, kissing you softly. He lifted your chin up using his thumb and index finger "Loki, I-" before you could protest he pressed his finger against your lips, shushing you. "Ah, ah,ah you'll listen to me now. Baby, it's ok if you don't like singing in front of others, but let me tell you this - you are wonderful in every way, you don't need to doubt any thing about you. " he turned off the stove and picked you up, making you sit on the kitchen counter and softly pressing several kisses all over your face.

"You're perfect, my queen, you're my sunshine. My darling little melophile. I love your voice, when you sing, lost in your own world all I want to do is to just admire you and proudly tell everyone that 'You see that perfect angel right there. Yes, she is mine. That's my girl. She's the one who has my heart and I have hers' I love you with all that I am, Y/N Y/L/N"

His words touched you deeply, you felt so blessed to have him in your life.

He began pressing kisses along your jawline and neck "You're mine, and mine alone" then he looked up at you, his blue-green eyes staring right into your soul with such love and devotion "I love you so, so much, Loki. You're a true blessing, my love. I can't imagine a life without you" you said as you hugged him tightly before he pulled you in a deep, passionate kiss.

"You sound lovely, my darling but I'm sure that you'll sound even better when I'll make you scream my name tonight" he said, picking you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

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[mintyys-blog]

FROSTBOUND— frost giant! loki laufeyson x asgradian! reader

WARNINGS: obsession.

The wind howled through the shattered halls of the palace, carrying the scent of ice and blood. The golden splendor of Asgard was dulled under the weight of an invading winter—unnatural, creeping through the stone like a curse. You moved through the corridors with measured steps, your heart pounding despite the calm mask you wore. The battle had been lost before it began.

You found him in the throne room.

Loki sat upon the Allfather’s throne, his long fingers resting against the armrests, his body draped in rich furs that contrasted the icy blue of his skin. His red eyes glowed like embers against the frost. He was unrecognizable from the man you had once known—once trusted. The trickster prince, exiled, betrayed, humiliated, had returned in a form that Asgard had long feared.

“You’re quieter than I expected,” Loki mused, tilting his head as he regarded you. “Not even a gasp of horror?”

Your jaw tightened. “I’ve seen horrors far worse than blue skin.”

His lips curled into a smirk, but his amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “Ah, but this is not merely a change in complexion, little Asgardian. This is what I have always been. What your precious kingdom sought to erase.”

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides. “You could have come back to us. You could have—”

“What?” His voice darkened, amusement vanishing like mist. “Begged for acceptance? Bowed to the ones who raised me on lies?”

A chill settled in your bones that had nothing to do with the frost creeping along the golden floor. The Loki before you was colder, darker, touched by something far more ruthless than mere vengeance.

“You came to kill me, didn’t you?” he continued. “Or at least attempt to.”

You didn’t answer. The blade at your side felt heavier than it had before.

Loki sighed, rising from the throne with predatory grace. “And yet you hesitate. How fascinating.” He stepped toward you, slow and deliberate, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed you whole. “Tell me, dearest, do you hesitate because you fear failure?” He reached out, brushing a gloved hand against your cheek. “Or because, deep down, you know you belong to me?”

A shiver ran through you, but you refused to step back. “I belong to no one.”

His smirk returned, wicked and knowing. “We shall see.”

Loki’s fingers lingered against your skin, his touch impossibly cold yet searing in its intensity. You wanted to recoil, to strike him down, but something in his gaze held you captive.

“You don’t flinch,” he observed, his voice a dark purr. “Even now, when the rest of Asgard trembles at my feet, you stand before me like a defiant little flame in the storm.”

Your jaw tightened. “You expect me to cower?”

“I expect you to submit.”

The words coiled around you like an enchantment, thick with promise and warning. Loki had always been dangerous, but now—like this—he was something else entirely. A king without mercy. A god unchained.

And yet, you knew him.

“You want me to kneel?” you taunted, tilting your chin up. “You’ll have to force me.”

Loki’s smirk deepened, amusement flickering in his crimson eyes like an ember catching wind. “Oh, I intend to.”

Before you could move, ice snaked around your wrists, coiling tight as it wrenched your arms behind your back. The cold burned, sharp enough to steal your breath. You struggled, but the ice only tightened, forcing you down onto your knees before him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, circling you like a beast toying with its prey. “Asgard’s proud warrior, brought to her knees by the very power your people deemed monstrous.”

Your breaths came sharp and fast, fury warring with something far more dangerous in your chest. Loki had always been clever, always known how to unearth the hidden parts of you that you fought to keep buried. And now, with the weight of his magic pressing against your skin, you knew he could feel it—the way your body responded, the way your mind betrayed you with the smallest flicker of intrigue.

Loki leaned in, his voice a breath against your ear. “Do you hate me for it?”

You lifted your gaze to meet his, fire burning behind your eyes. “I will never be yours.”

His lips curled into something cruel. “Sweet liar.”

The ice around you melted away in an instant, and before you could react, Loki gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His touch was colder than death, but his eyes burned with something else—something darker, something that made your pulse quicken in ways it shouldn’t.

“You will be,” he whispered. “One way or another.”

[ashdreams2023]

Hey there! I was wondering if I could request a cute little Loki x reader oneshot where Loki and reader just has a baby together and Loki is kinda like showing off how cute their baby is and how proud of reader he is??🙃 and maybe he’s like bragging and reader is kinda eavesdropping and giggling?

thank you :D

Daddy’s girl

Comfort

Loki never thought he could be any happier after being with you but to his utter surprise everything changed when you gave birth to the bundle of joy.

He caressed the soft chubby cheek of his baby girl, she was curiously watching him with her big green eyes, a trait he was very proud of passing off but still very pleased that everything else came from your side.

She had just woken up from her nap, not hungry and her diaper just changed, enjoying the attention her daddy was giving her.

"Aren’t you the most gorgeous being I have ever seen" he kissed her forehead and walked out to the area where everyone was waiting to meet the new little princess.

Wanda hurried to be the first to hold her and squealed happily at the awaken baby "Oh great heavens she looks beautiful, the most precious little thing"

The other surrounded Wanda to take a look at the little girl, Loki felt a heave pang of pride as he heard everyone complement his baby.

His little one, the one you graced him of bringing to this world.

"She takes after her mother, a beautiful strong and delicate flower she will grow up to be"

The baby girl cooed at the many people staring at her adoringly, clearly enjoying all the attention and being the center of everyone’s conversation.

"And this right here is all you Loki, attention seeker" Natasha chuckled.

Loki grinned mischievously "And doing it with the most adorable little face, what can I say? She’s her daddy’s girl"

"Oh my god let’s hope you don’t inherit your daddy’s mischief behavior now" Wanda booped the baby’s nose.

The baby girl smiled softly, showing her little dimples, everyone awed at the sight before handing her back to Loki.

He looked adoringly down at her "I’m so happy you are finally here my little princess, my dove did a wonderful job of taking care of you inside her, I’m so proud and I hope you know, you will be loved to bits just like your dear mother" he whispered to his baby, unknowingly to him that you were standing near the doorway, hearing everyone word and clenching your chest in pure bliss with the stupidest grin on your face.

And maybe just maybe when time is right you’ll let him live the same feeling again, but for now, he can enjoying showing off your baby and dotting on you till you get sick of it.



[willowsages-blog]

Loki x Y/N Enimes to lovers 🐍💚🗡

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

[space-mermaid-writing]

Mood board for "The Witchling And The God" [Loki / Witch!Reader]

[mischievous-serpent]

A Haunting Past

Summary: Y/n suffers from a nightmare, which is really a past memory. Having to remember past trauma is super difficult, but it’s even more nerve racking for Y/n when Loki finds her awake early in the morning.

Words: 1,329

Chapter 6 (See Masterlist for all chapters)

(Y/n's POV) 

I ignore the erratic flickering of the lights as I slowly make my way down the flight of stairs. One of my hands tightly holds my teddy bear, which is being dragged across the floor behind me, while my other hand is clutched to my chest. As I descend further and further down the flight of stairs, the distant voices become louder and more distinct.

The wood underneath my feet is chilly, causing goosebumps to appear on my pale arms. Holding my breath so that I don't make any noise, I tiptoe closer and closer to the white door, which is looming above my small body. When I reach the door, I quietly push it open a few inches, just enough to allow myself to peak through into the bedroom.

"We can't do this anymore," the man standing in the room tells a woman. "She's too dangerous to keep here."

"She's our daughter, John! We can't just send her away!" the woman argues, holding her head in her hands.

"I'm not saying that she's not our daughter. I'm just saying that if she were to ever find out the truth, it could cause a catastrophic event. I love her just as much as you, but she's dangerous," the man replies, trying to make the woman see reason.

"Where would we send her?" the woman asks, starting to give into the man's wishes.

"We could send her to boarding school. Somewhere in the countryside, where there will be less people to injure if she were to find out," the man suggests, handing the woman a brochure.

She scans the brochure for a few seconds, and a tear makes its way down her face. She folds the brochure and glances up at the man before slowly nodding. "Alright, let's send her away," she whispers.

I jolt back in surprise, a waterfall of tears dripping down my face. In my fear and haste, I forget to be quiet. A loose floor board creaks underneath my feet, causing the voices in the room to immediately fall silent. I try to remain quiet, but I can no longer control my sobs, which are ripping their way out of me. How could they do this to me? Don't they love me anymore?

The door opens and out walks the man. "Y/n, what are you doing down here? You should be asleep upstairs," he tells me before noticing that I'm crying. "What's wrong?"

"Why are you sending me away, Daddy?" I ask between sobs.

He glances at my mom, who covers her mouth with her hand and shakes her head in sorrow. "We're not sending you away, baby. Think of it like a vacation," I hear him respond, although I'm too panicked to actually process his words.

"I knew it! You don't love me anymore! I was too loud and too annoying, and now you're giving up on me!!"

"That's not why..."

"I can do better!! I'll pick up my toys, I'll be quieter, and I'll even help Mommy out more with the dishes!" By now I'm completely hysterical and can barely breathe through my sobbing. "I'll do better, I promise! Just give me another chance! Just one more chance!!"

I'm too wrapped up in my fearful thoughts to notice that one of the lamps suddenly catches fire. I'm completely oblivious as the fire trails across the furniture and sets the floor ablaze. By the time I finally notice, the walls are already slightly singed black from the scorching flames. I stumble back in alarm of the situation, and when I look over at my parents, I can tell that they've noticed as well. Their mouths are hanging open, their eyes are blown wide in shock, and they're both staring at me in terror, causing me to start crying even harder, which I didn't think was possible.

My dad tries to move closer to me, but as soon as he takes a single step, the flames immediately surround him. It's as if our house was made of grass with how fast the fire is spreading. My breathing remains labored as I move closer to the flames, trying to reach my trapped parents. As I raise my hand to attempt to grab onto them, the flames leap up, and I can feel the full intensity of the heat as they come mere inches from burning my entire face.

"Go!" my dad's voice momentarily breaks through the creaking and splintering of the burning wood.

"No, I won't leave you!" I insist, glancing around the room for another way to reach them.

After finding no other way around, I sigh in exasperation. I can barely see my parents anymore since the smoke from the fire has almost entirely filled the room. Coughing to try to expel the smoke from my airways, I almost keen over from the lack of air reaching my lungs.

"Y/n, you have to run!" I hear my dad say somewhere in the distance.

"But..." I start to protest.

"Now!"

I let a whimper escape my lips before I gather all of my remaining strength and take off running down the quickly burning hallway. Tears pour down my cheeks as I kneel down to avoid getting hit by a crumbling beam. I make it out into the open right before the house collapses behind me, sending smoke hurling into the once clean air.

I wake up gasping for air and drenched in sweat. My hands noticeably shake as I clutch the sheets, trying to ground myself. Inhaling deeply for a couple of seconds, I release a few shaky breaths.

After I regain control of my breathing, I step out of bed with trembling legs. My mind goes numb, and I let my body take over as I begin walking in a random direction. Although it's been a long time since I've had a nightmare that strong, they're not in any way unfamiliar to me.

Coming out of my thoughts, I'm surprised to find myself standing in the middle of the kitchen. I quietly sigh before glancing at the variety of teas, hot chocolates, and coffees sitting on the far side of the counter. Making my way over to the counter, I sift through the different types of drinks. I suppose a cup of tea won't hurt. I definitely don't want to go back to sleep. Although, it's not as if I could sleep even if I wanted to. Looking through the many flavors of tea, I eventually settle on peppermint. The Keurig is way noisier than I thought it would be, and I silently pray that it doesn't wake anyone up. I hum in relief when it stops, and there's still no sign of anybody entering the kitchen.

I realize that I allowed myself to be relived too soon when I suddenly feel a presence behind me and hear a voice whisper, "Couldn't sleep?"

I gasp in surprise and barely manage to stop my tea from spilling all over myself and my clean pajamas. "Loki!" Why would he be down here at this hour? A horrible thought suddenly enters my mind and I wring my hands together in fear. "I didn't wake you up, did I? I'm really sorry if I did. I was just making some tea, but the Keurig was louder than I thought it would be. I didn't mean to..." 

"You didn't wake me up," Loki reveals, stopping my rambling. With that sentence, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "You didn't answer my question," Loki continues, staring at me with squinted eyes.

I pause and think about how I should respond. There's no way he can find out about my nightmares. He'd only make fun of me, and I'm in no mood for that. "Not that it's any of your business," I finally speak up, "but I went to bed early last night and decided to wake up early this morning to work out." I can tell that he isn't buying my lie, but I'm thankfully saved from having to explain myself further when an alarm sounds, the blaring noise echoing throughout the ginormous tower.

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