#laufeyson

[godofthequeers]

God of Stories is very fitting, but I think God of Queers is more suitable.

[emeraldkays]

hi! if you have the time or feel up to it, can you do headcanons for Loki when he has a crush on the reader? thank you! your work is great!

hiya !! of course i can ☺️ and thank you soo much, that means a lot to me :) (also sorry for responding late x)

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

it took loki a while to realise that he had a crush on you.

he had trouble accepting it and distanced himself from you, which you didn't mind because you knew what he was like and just assumed he wanted some time alone.

but it only lasted for a few weeks.

when he returned you noticed a few things that seemed off about him.

while he was still relaxed, you could tell that he seemed a little on edge at times, like he was afraid of something happening.

he took an interest in your hobbies that he had previously told you he hated, and when you confronted him about it he'd get all flustered and say he'd like to try them out again.

and his smiles seemed genuine, which wasn't a bad thing, but it definitely wasn't a loki thing either.

but you weren't complaining. you actually began to enjoy his company more than you had before.

he'd go above and beyond to make you laugh when you were feeling down and was always there when you needed someone to talk to.

he made you feel like you were the most important person in his life most of the time.

if it wasn't for the fact that he hated midgardians so much, you would have thought he had a (tiny) crush on you.

he bought and made you gifts often which you felt bad about.

you saw how hurt he looked when you told him that you didn't want his gifts.

"they're lovely and I'm more than grateful, but i've already got the only gift i want, and that's having a friend like you."

he thought you were lying at first, but when you hugged him, the warmth that wrapped around him felt too real to be a lie.

the time he had spent making you gifts were now spent with you, getting to know you better and allowing himself to open up to you.

he never planned on telling you that he had a crush on you because he'd rather have you as a friend than to deal with heartache on top of everything else.

however, he did accidentally end up admitting it to thor during a drunken conversation between the two, but thor swore he wouldn't tell anyone, and he didn't...for a week or so.

thor in a drunken state again at one of tony's parties told you how much you meant to loki and threatened to hurt you if you hurt him.

as much as you thought thor was just drunkenly rambling, his threat certainly did not sound empty and the way he had been acting suddenly made sense.

you went to go and find loki right after and told him what thor had told you moments ago.

you weren't quite sure how you were expecting him to react, but tear-filled eyes was not on the radar.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want things to be awkward between us," he mumbled looking down at his feet to hide his face.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his excuse, "they wouldn't have been,"

"and how could you possibly know that?"

"because I like you too."

he looked up at you in disbelief, unable to control the tear rolled down his face, because for the first time in a long time (or ever), he might have finally got exactly what he wanted.

[ladychota]

Remember It All

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Memory loss (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - Y/n is working at the coffee shop with MJ when a mysterious visitor arrives to order drinks.

Word Count - 1.2k

Masterlist

"So... did you guys get in to MIT?" You ask, fiddling with the bandage wrapped tightly around your left hand.

"Nope," MJ tosses her letter into the bin nearby. "Neither did Peter or Ned,"

You sigh. "Ugh, I'm so annoyed that the world believes all that Mysterio crap. If only it hadn't affected you all so,"

MJ hums in agreement. "It's okay. I was kinda expecting it anyways,"

"You expect disappointment so you'll never be disappointed?" You quote the line she has said so many a time, especially since the whole Spiderman and Mysterio nonsense. You feel for Peter - he's a nice kid.

"Mhm, exactly,"

The shop's doorbell chimes as someone walks in, hands in their pockets to stave off some of the winter cold.

"I'll get that. You take as much time as you need, okay?" You say, walking over to the counter.

A man stands in front of it, scanning the menu. He has black, shoulder length hair and his eyes are a stunning - almost familiar - green. You swear you've seen him before, but where? Every soft curve and smile line in his face looks right... except the deep bags under his eyes. For some reason you want to place your hand on his face and smooth them out...

But this man is a stranger. You don't even know his name.

"Hey, how can I help?" You ask, brushing away your odd thoughts.

"Uh hi, can I-" He turns to you and freezes, eyes wide. He just stands there in silence for a few seconds, his eyes scanning your face. Normally you'd find this rather creepy, but this feels strangely... right.

The man turns away and looks out of the shop window to where a man with long, blonde hair stands. He beams at the man in front of you.

"Um..." He hums, turning back to you. "Could I have two coffees... please? The name is Loki,"

You nod and start preparing the drinks, trying to ignore the gaze of the man behind you. Loki... that name is also very familiar. But you have no idea why; it's getting rather frustrating.

In no time at all, the coffees are ready; you place them on the counter and secure the lids.

"Loki?" You call. He doesn't respond. "Loki? Your coffees," He seems to jolt from his thoughts, striding over quickly to pay. 

"Of course, sorry. And thank you," He slides a ten dollar note onto the counter, a sad grin playing on his face. "Keep the change,"

You nod and open the till, picking up the money and sliding it in. "Thanks,"

"Uh... are you alright?" You look up, noticing that Loki now wears a concerned expression. He points at your bandage-bound hand.

"Oh! Yes, thanks. You know, I don't actually know how I did it. I just kind of... woke up one day and I had a huge gash in the middle of my palm," You chuckle at the strangeness of the situation, thinking of the other random cuts and bruises all over your body.

"But it's okay," You continue, for some reason feeling safe to talk in such detail to this man. "It doesn't hurt too much anymore. And I can use it just fine!"

Loki smiles a sad yet happy smile; one that looks as if he's yearning for something but knows he can't have it - possibly for the better.

"Well, I'm glad it's healing well," He picks up the drinks he ordered. "And, uh-" He clears his throat. "Thank you... for everything,"

He smiles, his eyes glittering with... tears? Is he upset? But, as much as you are worried for him, you are extremely confused. Why is he so thankful? All you did was make him some coffee and spit out some sob story about your injury.

Your brow furrows, but you smile anyway. "No problem..."

Usually you wish customers a good day before they leave the shop, but you seem to be frozen as you watch him walk out, handing one of the drinks to the blonde haired man as they walk out of sight.

"What the hell was that about?" MJ calls across the shop, speaking your thoughts aloud.

You shake your head slowly, your gaze stuck to where the man just stood. "I have no idea..."

Snapping out of your daze, you grab a donut in a serviette and place it on the counter in front of MJ.

"Thanks," She says, picking up the food. "Honestly though, he's either a creep or a long lost lover of yours,"

"Really? A long lost lover?" You laugh, your smile not reaching your eyes.

A long lost lover...

Suddenly an image pops into your mind of you and Loki sitting exactly where you and MJ are now, his hand clasped in yours on top of the counter. A small, loving smile plays on his lips as you talk, his thumb rubbing slowly over your knuckles.

"Well, duh." MJ jokes. "I mean-"

You don't hear her finish that sentence. Image after image of you and Loki fly through your head - it feels as if you've been hit by a bolt of lightning, each memory shuddering through you like electricity.

Before you can even process what you're doing, you're running towards the door.

"Wait, Y/n! Where are you going?!" MJ calls out to you.

"I'll be back!" Is all you manage to say as you slip through the door and begin to run down the street.

You and Loki were dating! You were a thing! He was yours and you were his...

And yet, you forgot. How the hell did you forget!?

But that is a concern for later. For now, you have to catch up with him.

You push past everyone on the sidewalk until you see the two men up ahead. Thor and Loki...

"Loki! Wait!" You yell, not caring who hears or sees.

Your thoughts and memories are too jumbled up to know exactly how long it's been since you forgot, but for a while you've been feeling as if something has been missing. Moreover, someone.

The two Gods turn upon hearing your shout, their eyes wide with confusion. Panting, you come to a stop in front of them.

"Y/n? Are you quite alright?" Loki asks, a spark of realisation flaring in his eyes. But he doesn't dare ask for fear he's being too hopeful. 

A smile crawls onto your face, tears springing into your eyes as you realise how much you've unknowingly missed him.

"Y-you... me..." You're still panting after having run down the block, words not forming correctly in your mouth.

Loki just watches you, handing his coffee cup to Thor and waiting patiently for you to finish your flustered attempt at a sentence.

Instead, you reach up and place a hand on his face. He doesn't flinch away, but leans in to your touch, tears welling at the bottom of his eyes.

"I remember... I remember it all..." Your voice is strained and choked by tears. Loki's hands cup your face, his thumbs running over your cheeks and collecting the wet trails.

"You do?" He whispers.

You nod, moving your hands to cover his. He lets out a bewildered laugh before leaning down and smashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss.

Eventually he pulls away, murmuring: "I love you, my darling... and I'm so sorry,"

"It's alright, you have nothing to apologise for," You reassure, your heart swelling. "I love you too," Your lips meet his once more as you decide to never let go of him again.

~★~

A/N - Not sure how I feel about this one so feel free to let me know your thoughts! :)

[crimsbz]

౿ ִ ℬio 𝓛aufey ׁ ꪆ

✧ ﹒ ♡ 𝒪ne day, i will stop falling

in ℒove with 𝒴ou. ⠀ㅤㅤ𝜗𝜚

[delulu-hours]

Where's My Love

Pairing: Loki x Latina!reader

Summary: You were Loki's rock. His love, but that was until now. Now he's alone, hoping for this all to be a lie.

A/N: I just wanna apologize in advance, this hurt to write. I highly recommend listening to Where's My Love by SYML as you read!

Cold bones, yeah, that's my love

She hide away, like a ghost

The sound of you laughter resonated throughout the vacant room he stayed in. he momentarily faltered in his breathing as he detected the sound of your voice. "Loki~" His eyes were closed, reluctant to confront the possibility of encountering an unoccupied space, devoid of your presence. "Loki, Mírame. (Look at me.)" The clarity of your voice elicited an emotional response within him as his chest tightened. Gradually opening his forest green eyes, he experienced an involuntary tension throughout his body. There you were, elegantly attired in a green dress that complemented your figure beautifully. Your hair cascaded past your shoulders as you beamed at him.

Oooh, does she know that we bleed the same

Oooh, don't wanna cry, but I break that way

"Y/n?" His voice felt raw, conveying a sense of vulnerability as it faltered. He wanted to reach out for you. To touch you. To feel your warmth. But the fear that shackled him was too much. It was too good to be true. He grasped the armrest on the chair firmly. His nails digging into the wooden before it splintered into his palms. He took in your beauty. The light blush that settled on the apple of you cheeks. The sparkle in your eyes. "You're not real." He mumbled, reminding himself you weren't there. You were......

Cold sheet,oh, where's my love

I am searching high

I'm searching low in the night

Gone.

You titled your head, a smile on your lips as you shook your head. "Did you have a nightmare?" He could hear the slight Spanish accent when you spoke. You leaned against the bed.

Nightmare.

Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know

If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home

Just come home

Yes. A nightmare. This is what it felt like. That he was in an unending nightmare from which there was no escape. He let out a strained, bitter chuckle as he lowered his head. His hair falling around his face. "This isn't real." He repeated, reminding himself of the raw pain this would only bring him if he choose to ignore the truth. If he chose to devolve himself in this blissful hallucination.

I got a fear, oh, in my blood

She was carried up into the clouds, high above

"It's okay." Your voice sounded closer as his head snapped up. You stood right in front of him, within arm's length. You looked very much alive. You reached out, your fingers ghosting over his cheek. "I'm here with you." His eyes fluttered and it was almost as if he could truly feel you touch him. As if he could smell the light vanilla intertwined with a delicate note of spice. He felt the way his resolved slowly began to crumble. "Siempre. (Always.)"

Oooh, if you bleed, I bleed the same

Oooh, if you're scared, I'm on my way

"But you're not." He tightly clasped his hands, with nails digging into his palms. A growing sense of tension developed within chest "You died in my arms." He closed his eyes, and the distressing imagery of you in his embrace, suffering, plagued him. He felt a profound sense of helplessness, lamenting in his inability to provided the assistance you so desperately needed. How tears slipped passed your eyes as you attempted to muster to smile. The poignant moment when you extended a trembling, blood-stained hand to gently touch his cheek. The absence of warmth your body gave off and the fragility of your breaths resonated deeply with him. He could feel the lack of warmth and the way each breath you took was shaky and weak. Ultimately, he remembered the impact of those two significant words that softly escaped your pale lips.

Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know

If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home

"Te amo. (I love you.)" He felt lips press against his forehead and when he looked up, you were gone. He clenched his jaw, the impulse to succumb to his emotions weighted on him; however, a scream left his lips instead as he threw the empty liquor bottle across the room.

"Lair!" He seized the chair in a moment of heightened emotions and threw it. Pain and anger burned through his veins like hot molten lava. "You puny mortal!" He grabbed the glass that contained a small amount of liquor and threw it with force. "Lying to me, Loki of Asgard. A God!" He flipped the table, throwing it against the closet door. His emotional charge didn't stop there. He kept projecting his emotions as he ruined the room. He vented until he couldn't anymore. Until the room was already completely destroyed. His chest heaved with each erratic breath he took as his clenched fist lingered at his sides. "Lair." He said softly, his voice mixing with the silence of the room. He dropped to his knees, glass digging into his knee.

A photo caught his attention, laying clearly in the mess in front of him. He reached out for it, with shaky hands, brushing the debris away as he looked at it. It was a photo of the two of you. You were in the green dress, your hair flowing passed your shoulders. You were tucked under his arm as you smiled widely, nose crinkled from the laughter that you tried to fight back. Your beautiful eyes shone so brightly as you leaned your head into his chest. He remembered this day so clearly. He tried to act annoy with taking a photo to "capture the moment" as you claimed. But he didn't realize that the photo had captured him the way he did. Looking down at you with adoration and love in his forest green eyes. The way the smile at his lips pulled softly at his cheeks or his hand that rested at you hip in a caring manner. The expression on his face conveyed an overwhelming sense of admiration and appreciation, as if you had achieved the remarkable feat of creating celestial bodies.

Then he just broke. Clutching the photo to his chest, he hunched over as the pain took over and he cried. He was heartbroken and the terrible reality settled in. He had lost you. You that had been an ironic blessing in his life full of lies. You who had loved him unconditional and saw him for who he was. Himself. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He cried out, repeating his apology knowing he wouldn't get a response.

Just come home

[queenbymischief]

I tried to make some Loki AI

[t0xic11]

Oh-

where is my clothes?

[lokisam83]

WIP

Because I don't want Loki and Crowley be alone for this new year. Creating fireworks and stars together

[abbygirly]

We already have America's ass, but now...

That's Asgard's ass!!

Leave a comment with an adjective for this Asgard's ass!

[msperfectlyfine2]

loki

[emeraldkays]

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 18+ (minors dni)

warnings: mentions on somnophilia

first of all, you guys had sex absolutely anywhere and everywhere.

so as for positions, it was whatever was convenient.

in the bedroom (on the bed) your favourite position was missionary.

yes, it may have been considered basic to some, but the way he swivelled his hips as he pounded the living daylights out of you, small pants and groans escaping his throat when he looked you deep in the eyes drove you to the brink of frenzy.

his favourite was cowgirl.

he loved the way he could just lay there and watch you in your most vulnerable state make love to him.

the way small beads of sweat gathered on your forehead when you furrowed your eyebrows as you concentrated on keeping your hips in a steady position when his hands were wandering.

the way your tits would bounce (big or small bc let's be honest, they all bounce) when you'd ride him.

it was a perfect view.

another one of his favourites was spooning...especially when you were sleeping.

he loved waking up hard and knowing you'd always be there ready for him.

he would try to savour it by teasing himself, rubbing his tip over your entrance before fucking you into the waking world.

outside of the bedroom, both of your favourite position was anything against the wall.

sometimes he'd take you from behind as he pushed you against the wall, or he'd lift your leg up and fuck you with your back against it.

as long as the job was getting done, it didn't matter which.

one of your least favourites that he loved was on the floor...outside.

"loki, this isn't asgard where the floors are polished every day and are probably cleaner than most people here, not to mention how hard it is. we're not doing it on the ground."

he looked you dead in the eye with no emotion, "do you want me to fuck you?"

"what if someone sees us?" you whined. he raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer. "...yes."

"then get on the floor, princess."

you only altered between missionary and cowgirl, and it wasn't all bad, mainly because he used his seidr to make sure you were comfortable and on a clean sheet, but the thought of being caught still lingered in the back of your mind (and you fucking loved it).

[ladychota]

Hi! Can I request an established relationship with avenger!loki and reader where reader works in the med bay and loki gets hurt on a mission and is trying to avoid reader from finding out to not worry her but she finds out anyway and gets mad at him. kind of like fluff humor you can take it from there lol 😭

I'm fine

Pairing - Loki x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of surgery, blood, injury (let me know if there's anything you want added)

Summary - Loki's been avoiding Y/n after a mission and she wants to know why.

Word Count - 2.3k

A/N - Thank you for this! I've been so excited for it lol, I hope it's alright!

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"Hey, Bruce," You call, running after the scientist as he rushes through the med bay, tablet in hand. "Bruce!"

"What's up, Y/n?" He asks, turning to face you. "Are you gonna ask if they've reconnected to Loki's comms again?"

You let out a breath. "How did you guess?"

Loki - your extremely loving partner - was sent on a mission earlier today along with some of the other Avengers. It's often for you to continue work while he's away; a usually vain attempt to distract your mind from the dangers he could be in.

"Yes, they reconnected a few moments ago. He's alright," Bruce's reassuring smile lifts a huge weight off of your shoulders. "Nat said he-"

Bruce is cut off by an urgent-sounding noise on his tablet. He taps a few times before speaking.

"Hey Tony. Everything good?"

A crackly voice leaves the device. "No... Clint i- injured... retur- base."

"Got it. Get JARVIS to send me the details."

"Will do, over... ou-"

The call ends and Bruce visibly tenses. "Y/n. Go prepare and meet me and the team in Surgery 2."

Your relief instantly fades away to jittery nerves. You nod and turn around, quickly heading to grab your scrubs.

The pace around you picks up as word spreads over the incoming Avengers - no one is entirely sure how bad Clint is injured, but Bruce fears the worst. It doesn't take long for you to prepare - your hands are washed, scrubs, gloves and an apron are on, a disposable mask covers your nose and mouth and your hair is tied up tightly.

You file into the room with the rest of your team and begin setting up the equipment, readying supplies that will likely be needed. The thought of Loki niggles at the back of your mind. You're annoyed you can't meet him on the landing pad as usual. But it's not like him to just... disappear in the middle of a mission. Something must have happened...

You attempt to push the thoughts away. Your top priority now is to take care of Clint; to make sure he survives.

"The Avengers have landed in the Quinjet. Dr Banner says to be ready," JARVIS' mechanical voice rings down from the ceiling; you take a deep breath and ready yourself to do what you do best.

Bruce and the porter wheels a sedated Hawkeye into the bay; everyone gets to work straight away, Bruce overseeing the procedure.

It takes over two hours of surgery. Clint had lost a lot of blood from cuts and bruises everywhere. His worst injury, however, was a large piece of debris wedged in his lower abdomen - it took a lot of effort to remove the debris without causing any extra trauma. With some donor blood in his system and a few stitches here and there, the surgery was concluded and Clint was wheeled to a bay to come to his senses.

"Well done Y/n, you did good in there," Bruce congratulates, offering a smile. "Have the day off, you deserve it. I'll get one of the others to do the paperwork,"

You sigh quietly, happy to have some time off. "Thanks Banner. Don't overwork yourself! I'll come check on Clint later today."

"See you later," 

You turn and walk out of the Med Bay, the doors swinging to-and-fro before shutting behind you. Your gaze floats around the empty corridor, looking for a certain trickster God - sometimes he loiters outside the Med bay while you're in surgery, waiting to make sure you're okay. But today he's no where to be seen.

You shrug it off. He's just been on a mission and is probably exhausted, so he'll likely be in your room; or his, if he's not feeling the best. You take the lift up to the living quarters, skipping the common room and heading straight to your room.

"Hey Lo-" You push the door open, but your bed is empty; the bathroom door open. The room is eerily silent, and somewhat cold. Something feels... off.

You walk over to his room and knock twice - there's no answer. So, you walk right in. Loki never minds about you being in his personal space, so why would today be any different?

"Loki? You in here?" You hear a scuffle behind the closed bathroom door. "Loki?"

"Yep, I'm in the bathroom," He responds, his voice muffled by the separation between you both.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine!" He says much too quickly. Your eyes narrow with scepticism.

He bursts from the bathroom, the door crashing against the wall from his strength. He winces, a lopsided grin creeping on to his face.

"I'm fine," He repeats.

"For the God of lies, you really are a bad liar," You move forwards, rising onto your tip toes and gently angling his face down so you can analyse it.

"Uh, that's rude," He mumbles as you move his face this way and that, scrutinizing every part of his pale complexion for so much as a scratch.

Loki understands what you're doing almost instantly, his eyes rolling playfully.

"I'm fine, darling. I promise,"

You release his face and look down at your feet. "I'm sorry, I just... what happened on the mission? Bruce said your comms had been disconnected and... I panicked I guess."

Loki would typically tilt your head up with a singular finger and promise you that he was fine; that everything is okay. But today he doesn't. He stands silently - you can hardly bear it.

You hold your arms out and envelope him in a big hug. He doesn't return it straight away, what can only be described as a shudder flowing through every inch of his body.

Pulling away just as his arms try to snake around your waist. Your face contorts into one of worry, a small hint of hurt shining through your façade.

"Are you sure you're alright, my love?"

He nods somewhat sombrely.

"You know what?" He speaks. "I just remembered I have to feed the horses,"

Loki's eye twitches almost unnoticeably at his mistake - his lie is clearly one he's told many a time on Asgard.

"Feed the horses, huh?" You can't help but smirk slightly.

"It's a metaphor," He clarifies, pulling himself together and looking as if he hasn't just told the worst lie in the entire multiverse. "I have to go make sure Thor has enough pop tarts."

You hum in suspicious acknowledgement as Loki begins edging towards the door.

"Sure, sure."

"I'll see you later, darling." You're about to ask if you can come with him, but he's gone before a single syllable has left your lips.

The room around you feels much too quiet without him, and much too lonely too. What is up with him? Did he see something on the mission that bothered him? Or is he deliberately trying to hide something from you?

It's often that he's a terrible liar in front of you - despite his title - due to an unspoken rule he created, likely near the beginning of your relationship. It seems he vowed to himself never to lie to you, hence meaning that when he does lie they come out twisted and blocky, not smooth like his deceit towards anyone else. 

You're unsure of what to do with yourself, but end up deciding to take a shower to ease away the stress of the day. By the time you've finished and spent time drying your hair, you're sure Loki will have finished... 'making sure Thor has enough pop tarts'. 

~★~

"Hey Thor, Nat. You seen Loki?" You ask as you wander into the common area, feeling refreshed and a little less tense. 

"No, Lady Y/n. I apologise, I last saw him as we departed the jet of the quills earlier today."

You share a look with Nat, trying your best not to laugh.

"Thor, it's a Quinjet." Nat emphasises, rolling her eyes and barely concealing a smirk.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said, Lady Natasha. The jet of the quills." Thor beams like a toddler with candy.

Nat audibly sighs. "Sorry Y/n, I haven't seen him either."

"No worries." You mumble, looking around the room rather hopelessly. "You don't happen to know what happened on the mission with his comms, do you?"

Nat purses her lips for a moment. "It was just a lost signal. I don't think anything actually happened."

"Huh. Okay," Your brows furrow. If nothing happened then why does it feel as if he's avoiding you? You must just be overthinking it. "Thanks."

"You alright?" She adds.

"Uh, yeah-" The lift pings and you hear the doors slide open.

"Ah, brother!" Thor exclaims. "Your lady was just asking after you,"

You turn to see Loki in the lift, an unreadable look on his face.

"There you are! Where have you been?" You ask, your face breaking out in a smile.

"Oh, me? I was just on the balcony enjoying some fresh air." He laughs nervously.

"You were?" Nat asks, shooting you a look. "I was up there a few minutes ago,"

"Oh you were? We must have missed each other." Again, he laughs.

You try to shake away the hurt and confused feeling that has seeped into your soul. "Well, no matter. I have the day off so we could spend it together if you like?" You ask him.

Loki sucks in a breath. "I really would love to, darling, but I have to go fill in my mission report. Maybe later?"

You feel your shoulders sag, but you don't let your expression show your disappointment.

"Talking of which, how did the mission go? You usually give me a very detailed analysis." You say, waltzing into the lift alongside him.

"JARVIS, take us to the living quarters," Loki says to the ceiling and watches as the lift doors close once more. "It went okay, average really." You nod as the doors slide away to reveal the corridor to your rooms. "I shall see you later then, my love,"

Loki takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips gently, then turns and exits the lift.

"Uh, not so fast, Romeo," You call after him, fed up of his anticks. He's clearly avoiding you - and something is clearly up.

You stride over to him; he takes a few steps back until he hits the wall.

"What is up with you?" You ask, jabbing a finger at his chest. He winces.

Your eyebrows twitch with confusion. Why did he wince?

"Nothing is up, my love." He elects not to say more, you guess because he's lying. Again. 

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you place your hand experimentally on his chest. He attempts to hide it, but he definitely flinches.

"Look, I must get on with my work. I promise I shall treat you to dinner tomorrow when it's all done," He grins and slips from your grasp, sauntering into his room.

"Nope," You say defiantly, following him. "You're going to explain to me why you're avoiding me. And I'm not leaving until you do."

"Avoiding you?" The door clicks shut behind you. "Y/n, darling. Don't be so silly."

"Are you calling me crazy now-" You cut off, catching a glimmer of crimson in the sink through the open bathroom door.

"Of course I'm not call-" Loki also stops, noticing what you're making a run for.

"What is this?!" You ask, holding up the bloody rag you found in the sink.

Loki swallows, biting nervously at his lower lip.

"I assure you, it's nothing."

"Don't play this game with me, Loki. What's going on?"

He sighs dramatically. "I merely gained a scratch while on the mission,"

"A scratch? Show me then,"

"I really don't think that's nec-"

"Show me," You interrupt, your tone harsh. 

Loki gives in, wincing as he pulls off his shirt. Beneath lies a myriad of scuffs and scratches, some deep enough to still be oozing blood, others just red and angry. You move forwards, fingertips ghosting over the worst gashes as your face betrays your emotions.

Looking up into his eyes, you notice the spark of guilt dancing around - yet you ignore it.

"Why didn't you tell me!? Gods, Loki, this could get infected... look how much dirt there is!" Huffing, you point to the bed. "Lie down."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I just didn't want you to worry. You worry enough as it is." You ignore his comment, filling up a bowl with warm water and finding a fresh cloth. You bring it into the bedroom and place it on the bed next to him, dipping in the cloth and wringing it out.

"This might hurt," You murmur, gently dabbing at the wounds. Loki's muscles flex, his jaw setting with pain as you clear up the grit and blood.

"The comms cut because of this," Loki starts, speaking as if he owes you the explanation. "There were too many on me and they knocked me to the floor. I skidded and somehow broke the device. I had to fix it with my magic, but it took a while because I had to rid myself of those imbeciles,"

You don't respond straight away, continuing to clean him up.

"And how did no one notice during the subsequent medical exam? Or did you somehow manage to dodge it?"

He chuckles softly. "You know me too well. It was actually very easy to dodge it without you around. Speaking of, how did Clint's surgery go?"

You yawn, tiredness from the day creeping behind your eyes and into your mind.

"It went fine. He's in recovery now and will be on bed rest for the next day or so,"

The cuts are all clean now; you place the rag in the now bloody water and grab a medical kit to place strips over the worst gashes.

"You really are amazing," Loki murmurs, more to himself than you.

You can't help smiling. "And you would be amazing if you didn't hide your injuries from me,"

"I'm sorry my love," He replies.

Now finished with your job, you lean over and press a gentle kiss against his lips.

"You're forgiven," You get up and begin putting everything away, flashing a smirk in his direction. "Although I do still expect that dinner tomorrow night,"

"I wouldn't dare miss it." He grins.

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[hey-there-22]

Loki is a Frost Giant

I tend to forget that and I think the fandom does too.

He could be so powerful if he used his abilities as a frost giant mixed with his magic. But he doesn't. He doesn't like that part about himself so he hides it from everyone, even from himself. He ignores it, hoping it will go away. Just like a scared little kid closing his eyes to make the monsters disappear.

It's so poetic. A character that was presented to us as driven by his seek of power, draws the line at accepting the truth, accepting he is a frost giant, accepting he is not Thor's brother.

[queenbymischief]

My mind

Do I need it: no not really Do I want it: absolutely Do I need it: 100% YES

[exerzist]

Can i just say how iconic thor and Loki's acting skills are, like the scene in dark world where they destroy the aether, and it rlly makes u beleive loki betrayed thor like *chefs kiss*

Oh also get help

Get help is absolutely iconic