#Loki Layfeyson x you

[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.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Taglist:

@holdmytesseract @allesiaandnx @jennyggggrrr @dishahaldar @eleniblue @lotsoflokilove23 @gruftiela

Let me know if anyone wants to be added to my Loki taglist ❤️

[willowsages-blog]

Loki x Y/N Enimes to lovers 🐍💚🗡

[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.



[swtki]

Word’s Can Never Hurt -L.L

Pairing: Avenger! Loki Laufeyson x Avenger! GN! Reader

Summary: When his partner gets kidnapped, he gets sent a shocking video.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, descriptions of stab wounds, broken bones, and blood. Reader says some fuck shit. Swearing, angst, fluff at the end.

A/N: This was a request, as a reminder, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN - BUT IF YOU ASK WITHOUT READING MY GUIDELINES I WILL NOT WRITE IT!!!

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Loki knew it was them before they even lifted their head up. He had studied them countless times before with their hair over their face. He knew the way it curled in some places and was more straight in others. He knew the color of their hair because he remembered when they died it, they were so excited to show him.

“Loki is a fucking menace to the universe. Why do you assholes think I would ever have anything to do with him? I can’t stand the guy, never mind be able to fuck him.” They spat at the person out of frame. Loki didn’t need the person to be on camera, he knew who had taken his beloved partner. He knew because he was there.

The battle had been going on for hours, and the team no closer to getting their mission accomplished. The enemies had bodies piling up by the dozen, but Tony had called for an emergency pick up. The Avengers would not win this time.

Loki’s ears filled with the loud and unforgettable sound of the jet engine that landed 500 feet away from him.

“Y/N! It’s time to go!” He yelled at them. They looked up and nodded. Everyone ran to the jet, not looking back. Y/N was the last person to get on, and they didn’t make it. As they ran an arrow plunged straight through their stomach, causing them to fall and go unconscious. Loki watched in horror as they were lifted onto the shoulder of the enemy and taken away, while the jet lifted into the air and shook from the gunshots being fired towards them.

“I told you. He’s fucking nothing. You really think I’d know anything about the Gods? I don’t even really believe in that higher being bullshit.” Tears threatened to spill from Loki’s eyes.

The video had just come through and the only reason it was uncovered was because Stark finally hacked through and into their system.

It had been 3 months since that day. They looked awful. Their hair had been cut in some places, their face almost unrecognizable from the bruising and beatings, their leg looked broken and poorly set back in place. Surely Y/N wasn’t able to walk. They were sickly looking. Thinner than they’d ever been from Starvation. He couldn’t bare it.

It took four days to get them home. Four more days where they had to sit and rot in that basement. Loki was upset. Loki hated himself. And he was sure they hated him too.

Loki ran a hot bath, helped them undress, and started to bathe them. He’d never seen someone so completely empty. Their mouth was agape like they wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“I saw the video.” He said softly.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay.” He kissed their forehead.

“I only said it to stay alive you know. I just wanted to stay alive. I wanted to come back home to you.” Their tears start to fall, and sobs wrack their body.

“I know, I know, and you did it, my love. You came home. You came home to me.” He wrapped his arms around their frame and held them close, not caring about the water soaking his shirt.

They came home. They did what they had to do to come home. They convinced people that he was so awful they had nothing to do with him. He was proud. He was so happy to have them home.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Epilogue

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter’s Note: Check out the Witchling Art tag |Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 32: Epilogue

Rays of sunlight fall through a slit in the curtain, which is not properly closed, and pull you out of your sleep. Not yet fully awake, you feel something move next to you and turn to it. Reaching out, you touch cool skin and hum something.

A chuckle sounds next to you. "Good morning, my love."

Loki’s voice is low and your favorite thing to hear in the morning. You open one eye, finally being awake enough to do so, and come face to face with your lover.

"Morning, dear."

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him to steal a lazy kiss from your lips. Happy to comply, you bury your head in the crook of Loki’s neck and surrender to the sweet moment between sleep and fully awake. You are both naked and your legs are tangled together under the sheets.

Your muscles ache, especially the ones in your thighs. But it's a good kind of ache and you smile as you remember where it came from.

“We have to get up,” you murmur into Loki’s skin, not really in the mood to leave the comfort of your bed. “Or else we’re going to be late.” You feel his slender fingers under your chin, as he tilts your head so he can look at you.

“We can reschedule.” He rolls you over so that he is leaning over you. His naked torso feels cool against your hot skin. He leans down to you, but before his lips touch yours he stops. “You look ravishing and I am a starving man.”

You can't help but nibble from his lips, pulling his face fully down to you.

Loki's intentions are clear and it is a very tempting idea. It wouldn't be the first time you two would get distracted. But the matter is important enough that you are willing to be the voice of reason.

"We already postponed it last time."

Pressing another quick kiss to Loki's lips, you wriggle out of his grip and off the bed. Without bothering to pick up your yesterday's clothes from the floor, you walk naked as the day you were born towards the bathroom.

Loki's eyes follow your every move and he licks his lips.

You throw him a glance over your shoulder. "Join me in the shower." It's not a question.

A light comes into Loki's face, a sparkle that is reserved only for you, and with a wide smirk he is on his feet. "Temptress."

~~

Half an hour later you are standing in front of a house. It is cute, painted in red with white window frames – quite typical for this area in Norway.

The real estate agent greets the two of you in English, with an accent.

"It's a fifteen minute drive to the next town. They have everything you need for everyday use. For anything else you would need to go to the city that is about an hour away," the agent tells you as she leads you through the house. It's been empty for a while and needs a bit of work: some painting and minor repairs. Maybe a new kitchen, you think as you enter it.

But the house has the perfect size for a couple. And there’s quite a distance to any neighbors who would notice after a few years that you and Loki age differently.

"What do you think?" Loki asks you after the agent stepped aside for a moment to give you two some space.

"I like this more than the last one. But I still want to see the other two on the list."

One of them was located in Iceland. You agreed on a temperate climate, since Loki prefers it in the long run to the warmer areas of Earth.

"This one has a nice view," Loki agrees with you, looking out a window. The house is situated on a hill, giving a view of the town in the valley. On the south side of the property, there was enough space for a vegetable garden.

You don't have to make a decision right away, but you have a feeling this is the current favorite for both of you. Especially when the Asgardian adds, "How do you feel about brunch? There's a lovely restaurant in the town."

"Oh? Someone did his homework."

You say goodbye to the estate agent and Loki takes you to the promised brunch, which is more of a late lunch due to the time difference. The sun has already passed its zenith here.

But the both of you don't mind and take the time afterwards to explore the area until it's time for you to return to New York and get ready for the gala that will take place there in the late evening.

Pepper has organized the PR event for the Avengers. It’s the night where Loki will join the team officially.

In the media, of course, the Asgardian has already been seen alongside the heroes, but so far there has been no press conference about it. Just a few statements about his general stay on Earth.

This will change tonight.

Loki is quite popular on social media. There are numerous photos and short clips of him holding the flaming sword of 'Bloodweeper', saving the Sorcerer Supreme and fighting a demon from Hell.

Someone even looped a video of him wielding it and stabbing Mephisto. They added funny music to it and it went viral for a week.

"Midgardians are weird," was Loki's only comment on it when you showed the video to him. But he can't fool you. You know he saved it in his new phone Tony gifted him.

It will be good blackmail should he ever need a favor from Strange.

The Asgardian looks spotless as always for the event. He rocks a classic dark suit that shimmers green in the right light. A small brooch in the shape of a golden snake hangs from his lapel. No tie yet – it still lies over the back of a nearby chair, while Loki adjusts his cufflinks.

You take the tie – it's green and gold – and step up to him, placing it around his neck. With practiced movements, you form it into a classic knot.

You yourself are still in your dressing robe. Your hair and makeup are done but you haven't changed yet. With good reason, because you have a request for Loki.

"I couldn't decide on an outfit to match yours. Maybe you can help me out with your magic," you murmur against his lips, your fingers still gripping the tie so he can't move away.

As if he'd ever want to.

"With pleasure." Loki's eyes shine darkly, thinking about what exquisite things he could put you in. He slips the robe off your shoulders and kisses the exposed skin, up to your neck.

You allow it for a moment, basking in his affection before relenting. "We need to get ready or we will be late," you remind him for the second time today.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

You chuckle, but still prevent him from pulling you to the bed. Instead, you whisper in his ear what you have in store for him after the event, if he keeps his good behavior up during the gala.

"I'll get back to you on that." The Asgardian loves a good challenge. "Now step back and let me work."

He considers for a moment, his gaze wandering over your body, before casting his magic. For a moment a green shimmer curls around you, and then you are wearing a stunning and very dramatic dress. It's not a mere illusion but actual tangible matter, as you feel it when you run your fingers over the fabric.

You move in front of the mirror and take a look at yourself. It’s very much the counterpart to Loki's suit, with a plunging but tasteful neckline.

"Wow." Thrilled, you do a little spin to admire the dress from all sides. "I should let you do my wardrobe more often."

Pleased with the praise, Loki steps behind you, his hands on your waist. Your eyes meet in the mirror.

"It's an easy task if the canvas is beautiful like this. However, there's just one thing missing." He conjures a necklace with a small golden snake as a pendant, just like his brooch.

You look at him, unsure. He knows necklaces are not your type of jewelry. Nothing that is too close to your throat is. But the gaze he gives you reassures you and you trust him enough to allow him to continue.

Brushing your hair aside, he puts it on you before placing another kiss in the crook of your neck. It's so light you don't even feel it on your skin, like it's not even there.

"Now, it's perfect."

Your fingers find the pendant and you feel a touch of magic.

"It contains a little spell," the Asgardian explains.

You turn in his arms. Your gaze is soft as you place one hand against his cheek and run the other through his hair. "I love it." Truly happy about the small gift, you thank him with a kiss.

Little does Loki know that you have a gift for him yourself. It is a letter that you keep hidden in your drawer. A reply from the Queen of Asgard, whom you have invited to tea in the near future. Loki and you can't go to Asgard for a visit, but no one is stopping you all from meeting here on Earth.

You plan to tell Loki about it later tonight.

Loki breaks away from you and holds out his arm. "Shall we?"

“Do you plan on using the elevators?” you ask back.

"How boring. What do you take me for? I plan to make an entrance." Loki's grin is wide and you mirror his face, taking his arm.

"We shall."

The gala is already in full swing. Tony has provided a hall for it on one of the lower floors of the tower. There is a buffet, an open bar, and additional waiters passing champagne on their trays among the guests. In one corner, a string quartet provides unobtrusive music that blends into the conversations as a lovely background noise.

The guests consist of all the active members of the Avengers, some influential political figures and selected people from the press.

This last group of people ensures that everything feels a bit put on. People's smiles often show too many teeth to be honest. Controversial opinions are only expressed quietly.

People are aware that this is an event to present themselves to the public – even if the actual public won't read about it until the next day.

Tony is talking to the mayor. Smiling politely while listening to boring stories is like second nature to him. He wears it like some kind of PR skin.

But after some time he grabs a new drink from one of the waiters before he clasps the mayor on the shoulder and uses an excuse to leave and find Pepper.

Suddenly, the lights flicker, go out completely for a moment, while the music also falls silent, as does every single conversation.

Then suddenly Loki and you are standing in the spotlight of the room.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the Asgardian announces. His voice carries through the room without any effort.

The light and the music both go back to normal. A few seconds pass, during which the guests are too surprised, perhaps even too startled, to react.

Then a flurry of flashbulbs from the journalists goes off. Everyone is reaching for their cameras and phones to snatch a photo. Loki enjoys the attention and smiles at them, like the prince he is raised to be. He raises his hand and gives them a short wave before leaning to you and giving you a kiss on your temple. More photos are snapped.

You don't mind, because you know that their attempts to find out more about you will be fruitless.

When he thinks it's enough, Loki leads you by his arm to the side of the hall and conjures the two of you some drinks. Tony is at your side almost instantly.

"Cute entrance." His voice was noticeably neutral, as if he himself hasn’t been known for his notorious extravagance in the past. "We should have made this a Halloween theme party to fit with the spooky flicker of the lights"

His gaze shifts over to you and he smiles. "You look stunning as always, Sabrina."

Taking your hand, he spins you around once to look at you from all sides.

You giggle, flattered by his words. "You're not bad yourself." As you stand next to Loki again, you don't miss the Asgardian's possessive arm sneaking around your waist.

But his voice is leveled when he asks, "So, what's the plan for tonight?" He knows Stark is no real threat or competition for him, but, still, he doesn't appreciate anyone touching what's his.

"We have fun, mingle with the commoners," Tony explains with a wink. "Then there's a speech where you get up on stage and after that more fun, and booze."

That sounds easy enough. Pepper and the PR team would issue a few more official statements, but you two have nothing further to do than to make a good impression tonight. And personally you are quite happy about that.

You're no longer holed up in your little cottage somewhere in the middle of nowhere, but all this public relations work isn't really your thing. It's enough for you to stand by Loki's side as his support. For him, of course, such appearances are nothing unusual. As the prince of a whole realm, he was raised for this.

Maybe he and Tony aren't so dissimilar in that regard, but you'd never dare to say that out loud.

You briefly stop listening to the conversation between the two men when you catch a glimpse of Thor. His tall figure is clearly visible over the heads of the other people, even with super soldiers and enhanced humans attending.

He waves at you and grins, presumably a comment on the entrance of Loki and you.

You reply with a shrug like, 'well, what did you expect?'. You see him laugh as he turns back to his conversation partners, and you turn back to Loki as well.

As you do so, you notice that Tony has left and the Asgardian is watching you with amusement.

"Having silent conversations now, are we?" he observes, amused.

“Only within the family.”

His eyes soften, because despite all his prior conflicts with Thor, he is still his brother, and he is glad you two get along so easily. And Loki with your siblings too. It was only last weekend when the two of you met Elizabeth and Gabriel for lunch.

For Loki, family has always been a two-sided dagger. Something that was familiar, and yet something he never dared to open up to completely.

Frigga was the only one who saw him – like really saw him – but even in her company, Loki had never fully let his walls down. And that was not because she was not his mother by birth.

With Thor, he shared a camaraderie that could only be built by fighting side by side for centuries. And yet they got along better on the battlefield than in the palace that used to be their home. Perhaps because children can only develop truly and freely when they are not overshadowed by their parents.

The stay on Midgard really did their brotherly relationship good in this respect.

In the presence of your siblings, Loki has been initially reserved, always the observer first, studying dynamics in order to react to them. But both Bell and Gabe had welcomed him into their midst with open arms – probably not least because he had helped save Gabriel’s life.

Whenever you met now, which was only moderately between your various duties, lives and the time difference between the US and Europe, a lot of quips and teasing were thrown around between you siblings, and Loki didn't hold back either.

He didn't, however, tell you about the shovel talk he had received from Gabriel the other day when you briefly left the room to help Elizabeth prepare the dessert. Your brother is still recovering, but moving fast with all the healing potions you brewed for him. Only the fading cross on his forehead testifies to what happened to him – at least outwardly. The mental scars in the form of a haunted look that sometimes takes over his eyes will last way longer. But he doesn't talk about that. Not yet.

Loki has to admit that the young man – still older than any normal Midgardian – can look rather intimidating when he puts his mind to it. Not that he can do anything really harmful against a god, but the curses Gabe threatened him with, should it come to his ears that Loki is not treating you well, would be a real inconvenience, even for Loki.

It’s fortunate that he has no such intentions.

"Would you do me the honor of a dance?" Formally, Loki holds out his hand to you and you put yours in with a smile.

"I'd love to."

He leads you to a space near the string quartet, which has been unofficially claimed as the dance floor.

It's a simple dance, swaying slowly, and it gives a sense of intimacy between the two of you, though you're sure you're still being watched by more than one pair of eyes. After all, Loki is the main attraction of the event.

"They will be furious when they find out about the cloaking spell I put on you," Loki says, as if he had been reading your thoughts.

It has been a condition of yours to accompany him to this event. While you want to support him in all his steps with the Avengers, you don't want to be in the public eye yourself – even though you know this will inevitably happen. But for now the trauma of what happens to witches who are exposed as such still roots too deep within you. You are still hunted, even in these 'modern' and 'enlightened' times.

The solution Loki offered for the problem was ridiculously simple.

"I would love to see their faces when they notice the blurry spot on every single photo you are in." Loki chuckles at the notion.

You can't help but grin as well. "Maybe they'll think I'm Bigfoot," you muse, wondering if the origin of the cryptid creature had a similar explanation after all.

Loki knits his brows. "Your feet are not that big," he states as he leads you into a swirling spin.

You don't correct him. The one time you told Thor about the Loch Ness Monster, he was about to go hunt it down to take credit for slaying a legendary beast.

You're not taking chances. After all, they are still brothers.

After another spin, you put your hand back on his shoulder and look up at him. He is still leading the dance, but his mind seems to have drifted away.

Sometimes you still have a hard time figuring out what's going on in his mind. It is much easier when the two of you are alone, but in company he involuntarily pulls up these old walls around him. You are fine with it, because you know that he will let you through regardless, that they don't apply to you. Not truly.

But every now and then he needs a little nudge in the right direction.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him softly.

“You would look gorgeous with a crown.” With this, the Asgardian prince reveals more than he actually wanted to, but neither does he give an explanation, nor does he take his words back.

"One day at a time," you remind him, taken off guard by this sudden change of subject and somewhat flustered by the hidden meaning of it.

The smile on Loki's lips remains a mystery to you. "Indeed, my little Witchling."

You both have enough time without having to rush things. More time than you would even know. It's a secret of his own for now, but Loki knows that the day will come when he will go and find Idunn to ask her for one of the golden apples. She owes him a favor anyway.

Until then he will stay at your side, dancing the night away.

FIN

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And with that we reached the end of the story and I almost got my goal: writing something that is as long as The Hobbit (~95k words)

A big thank you to everyone who joined this ride and made it to this point. To everyone who, liked, commented and reblogged it. It brought me much joy to read your reactions and thoughts to every chapter ♥

Every reader-insert story I write is deeply personal. There’s part of me in the Witchling, part of my siblings in hers. So whenever I publish a new chapter it feels a little bit like putting a small piece of myself out there.

That's it, I have no more to say. Just this: be nice to people! You never know who might be a witch.

And to the Witches: don’t play with forces you can’t fully comprehend or understand. You never know what you might provoke. Be careful.

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[arzennn]

Valentines | Loki Laufeyson imagine

Loki has a secret crush on the reader (he’s so obvious)

warnings: none really, a little nose bleed

Loki never thought much to Valentine’s day. He considered a stupid holiday. But this year, he found himself standing at his best friend’s door, with a rose in his hands. He knocked - after three minutes of preparation - and stared at the wooden door. Maybe he was trying to open it with his mind.

“Loki, hi,” she said, a surprised look on her face. She was wearing a dress that made the boy gasp for some air. His favourite red dress.

“Oh, hi,” he smiled anxiously.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. She was trying to put her earrings in, head tilted.

“Uh, I- I just came down to say Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Thanks,” she said. This was really awkward.

“Um..you got plans?” he asked and tried to look casual. He would have leaned against the doorframe if he hadn’t been so nervous.

“Yes, actually,” she said. “I’ve got a date.”

A date?! Loki was taken aback by this answer.

“A- a date? With who?” he managed to ask.

“Oh, just a guy that works at the Bar. Dan.”

Dan? Seriously?

“Dan? As in the bartender?” he teased. But he was totally jealous. And he wasn’t so good at hiding it.

“Yes, the bartender,” she laughed it off. “But why are you holding a rose?

Loki almost blushed. Almost.

“Oh, this little guy?” Loki chuckled. “It’s for a girl, obviously.”

“Ooh,” she said. “Can I get a name? Is it serious?”

Loki didn’t know wether to laugh or cry.

“Nah,” he made a face. “She probably doesn’t even like me.”

He looked up at her with hope.

“Don’t say that,” she put a hand on his shoulder. Loki couldn’t help but smile. “You’re a real prize to win, Laufeyson.”

Now he was blushing. A little.

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” she smiled back. “But I’ve gotta run. I’m already late from my date. See you, Loki!”

And with that, she was gone, and Loki’s smile faded.

-

She got a phone call when she was home. She decided to end her date at the point he started touching her. She picked it up.

“Hey- is this you? Is this the right number?” she heard a familiar voice babble on the other end of the line.

“Loki?”

“Mmh- can you- can you come here?” he asked. His voice sounded dizzy and somehow distant.

“Where are you?” she asked, worried. She could not imagine what had happened.

“Um,” he murmured and then, the line went off for a few moments. The girl was near having a heart attack. “Sorry. Ah- I’m at the bar.”

She knew exactly what bar. Quickly putting her shoes back on, she made her way down the stairs of her building. She was determined to find him.

-

“Loki?”

She found him curled up in the phone booth in front of the bar. He looked washed out. His eyes found hers and they lit up a little.

“You came,” he breathed, letting a small smile crawl onto his face.

“Of course I did,” she smiled back.”What happened?”

“Maybe I had a little too much to drink…maybe,” he said, trying really hard to remember the night’s events. “Then there was a fight.”

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t involved,” Loki said. “I was however in another one, I think.”

“Loki…,” her tone was worried.”Your nose is bleeding.”

“Oh,” he said, reaching up to his nose. Seeing the blood on his finger, he nodded knowingly. “Yeah, you’re right. But I won, though.”

[itsybitchylittlewitchy]

Damn, someone's loki fic nearly made it to the silver screen.

If someone hasn't written this as a fic then my entire life is a lie

[lokiforever]

🖤 Love in the Dark 🖤

•Intro

•Series Masterlist

Mafia! Loki x Fem! Reader

Chapter 1

➡️

The Girl He Saved

As he cut the phone he was in a great hurry and was practically fuming. "What's wrong?" you mused "It's none of your concern" he blankly said and stood up "Your arm- the stitches are not as necessary but you must disinfect it" "It'll be fine" "But-" "I. SAID. It. Will. Be. Fine" he firmly answered and left the room before stopping to say "Issac will show you the room. Eat something."

Once he was off to God knows where the same guy from earlier entered the room. He showed you your room and gave you dinner.

After having dinner you took a shower and changed into what seemed to be Loki's t-shirt, it was already placed on the bed when you entered the room and hell, it was so comfortable.

The sleep you had that night seemed to be the best you had in a month. That was untill you woke up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares. Now, those are the side effects of being kept hostage.

You were panting heavily, a thin layer of sweat covered your body and your throat was drier than the desert. Checking the time, you noticed that it was 3am. You got up from the bed to fetch some water for yourself for which you had to go downstairs....

As you took your glass of water from the kitchen, you heard the main door opening. You grabbed the nearest object for your defence which was a spatula and stood in a defensive stance. As the door opened you were relieved to see that it was Loki.

The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, a few top buttons undone. His hair were tied up in a loose man bun , some stary inky black tendrils coming in perfect contrast of the porcelain skin of his face. He looked Godly as the dim light caressed his face.

He walked towards the kitchen as he heard the shuffling noise and found you there instead. He let out a small chuckle "Were you planning to hit me with that spatula?" Your face immediately turned beet red "I uhh... i didn't know it's you.... it's freaking 3 in the morning." "And pray tell what were you doing at 'freaking 3 in the morning' ?"

"I...I came to get water" you felt his eyes run up and down your frame and that was when you realised that you were literally standing there in his t-shirt. Just his t-shirt. Sure it was long enough to cover but still....

"My clothes suit you quite well, darling" he said with a smirk. This caused you to turn even redder...if that was possible. "Did you eat dinner?" you asked changing the topic. There was a flicker of surprise on his face before he masked it "I- no. No, I didn't" he said

"Seriously? Wait, I'll make something for you. What do you want to have?" you asked him. "It's fine, I'm not hungry" he said "No it's not. What was the last meal you had and when?" "Uhh..I had lunch at....1" he answered.

You raised your brows "Do you even realise how wrong it is to go hours without meals? And it's been more than 12 hrs since your last meal.".....no response. "Now you sit here, I'm bringing you something to eat. Yes or yes?" he playfully rolled his eyes and said "Ok, ok, fine" putting his hands up in mock defence.

You made him some grilled cheese with tomato soup and served him on the dining table. "Loki... it's ready" you called him cuz he was not there, he said he was going to take a bath before you started cooking.....so now he must have finished.......

Your thoughts were stopped midway as you saw him coming downstairs without much clothes.....all he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants. His black curls were dripping from the shower as the water droplets grazed his strong, muscular body.

"I'm here, darling" he said in his unfairly arousing, spicy, delicious, sexy, hot, amazing voice.

"Have a seat, your meal's ready." you said with a smile. He graciously sat on one of the chairs of the dining table. "What about you? Are you not joining me, darling?" said he "I already had dinner" you replied "Oh, come on. Join me." he said "Loki-" "No, you're joining me. Now." he said in a tone which didn't leave much to argue.

So, you took a seat beside him. "How's your arm?" "It's fine" "Did you disinfect it?" "Uhh....." "You didn't, did you? Where's the medical kit?" you asked him. "I don't remember exactly...uhh..- no - wait, it's in my bathroom, in the top right shelf"

"You eat your food, I'll bring it"

As he yook the first bite, a moan of satisfaction slipped his lips.

"Mmm, this is scrumptious, Y/N! It's the best I've ever had on midg- Earth. It's wonderful." he heartfelt words made you blush "Thank you so much, Loki. I'm glad you like it" " 'Like' is an understatement, darling. I love it" you thanked him and smiled.

"I'll just go and bring the medical kit" you stood up and went towards his room, upstairs. "There's one in the guest room too" he called after you, so you chose to bring the one from the guest room.

After getting the kit you went back to where Loki was. "You can eat, it's on your left arm so it won't bother if I disinfect it even while you're eating." "Ok" he extended his arm towards you and you started disinfecting it.

Once it was done you dressed the wound. You looked at him after it was all done only to find him looking at you intently "What?" you asked "Nothing" he said averting gis gaze back to his plate. "It's done" you said referring to the now dressed wound. He gave you a little nod "Thanks" he said.

By now it was 5 am and your sleep was long gone. "Are you going to sleep?" you asked as Loki stood up "Yes, I am. Are you?" "Uhh ....no, I'm not sleepy anymore" "What will you do, then?" "I dunno" "You can go to the library or watch some movies if you want. The library is upstairs" "Sure, thanks"

You went to the library after he went to bed.

"Issac will show you the room. Eat something"

Sitting in the car he dialled a number "Handle him. I'll be there in a moment. He better not escape, for if he does, I swear I'll kill you"

In less than ten minutes, he reached the spot and barged inside, banging the doors open. He was fuming. "Master- " one of his men started but he stopped him and strode straight towards the captive .

"You thought you would spy on me and I wouldn't know? How mudane" he chuckled darkly. He took out a dagger and placed it on the boy's throat "Now, you have two options: tell me everything I ask or die" he said pressing the dagger closer .

"I-I w-w-will tell you . Please spare my life. Please. I will tell you whatever you ask" the boy meekly said, trembling with fear. "Wise decision, agent"

"You will tell me everything about you master. Every .Fucking .Thing."

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Loki's POV

(time: when you were dressing his wound)

I knew she is trouble. I knew it when I saw her in nothing but my t-shirt. I knew it when I sensed the care and concern in her voice. I knew it.

Her nimble fingers tended to my wound so gently. She looked so determined, so concentrated. When I first saw her I didn't know why I did what I did. I didn't know why I brought her here. I didn't know why I seemed to.......care...for her .....no, this is not normal. She's just a stranger. I should not let these things cloud my judgement. Not again.

"What?"

(Three days in)

In these three days you got to know a little about Loki. He didn't talk much. Only when necessary. He completely avoided any sort of physical contact and remained either outside the house or in his room. He didn't seem overly friendly but he had a good heart. You knew it deep down.

Today, as you both were on the breakfast table he got a call. He saw the contact name and exited the room while you ate your breakfast.

"Mr. Laufeyson, that girl, Y/N......" the man on the phone said .

"What about her, Barnes?"

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