#loki friggachild x reader

[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

[bitchliteraria1906]

Romantic Loki x reader headcanons!

Warnings: NSFW in the end, long post, he/she/they pronouns for Loki, reader's gender is left ambiguous, some small angst.

•Slow burn. Besides obvious trust issues, I also headcanon Loki as demiromantic, so it's gonna take a while and a lot of emotional connection.

•The pining phase could go a lot of ways. Maybe she hides it well, maybe he becomes distant to avoid the feelings and angst ensues, leading to the tearful confession cliché.

•Anyways, the first few months of dating are definitely a bit hard for them because it's all so new, but with a little bit of patience and work on both parts the relationship is actually pretty stable.

•Let’s talk about Loki engaging in the 5 love languages!

•The love language Loki finds easier to express is acts of service, and that comes in acting like a stereotypical gentleman (opening doors, walking you home, etc) and favors. The logic is simple: it's less akward. He can pretend it's just being polite. She also receives this pretty well, despite sometimes feeling like you're doing too much for her.

•Gift giving is also easy. Loki simply pays close attention to the material goods you have (the clothes you wear, the trinkets in your room, etc) and then trusts his good taste to buy similar ones, but even better. As for receiving, I think they'd be happy that you saw something and thought of them, regardless of what the object itself is. Handmade gifts are also appreciated.

•Quality time is very important to him, after a life of constantly feeling excluded and neglected. This includes fancy and super well planned date nights, but what really matters for her is conversation. Most of the time Loki is more of a listener, he enjoys learning about you and hearing your voice, but when she gets going, she really does, and will talk and rant for hours. Comfortable silence is also highly welcomed, and some days he actually prefers it. Reading together is peak.

•Pysical touch is tricky. Loki has this weird thing where they kind of run away from physical touch while also craving it. After he gets used to it though, he's all over you, at least in private. Personal favorites include you sitting on her lap, receiving or giving massages, having his hair played with and cuddling.

•WORDS OF AFFIRMATION. That's literally the thing they crave most, despite not realizing it: to have someone tell him he's good and loved, and actually mean it. She's really taken aback when you compliment her due to not being used to it, and tries to hide how much it affects them, with mixed results. When the reality (that he is very praise starved) sets in and Loki accepts it, their response is to try and get better at believing you when you praise them, and start praising you more often too. She knows how much feeling underapreciated sucks, and doesn't want that for you.

•Uses pet names like "Darling", "My love" and "Sweetheart", and used to make fun of people who used "Baby", "Honey" and similar things.

•Then one day you use one of these on her and he's like "Oh no I love that actually". They do threaten to stab you if you tell anyone, though.

•Scary partner privilege: any bully, harasser, stalker, etc you might have tend to back away at the sight of Loki.

•Protective, even if you don't ask for it.

•A bit of the jealous type due to insecurity and fear of losing you. Nothing creepy, they just get a bit grumpy when she feels you're giving someone who can be competition a little too much attention. Nothing a talk can't fix.

•Will find you 10000% more attractive if you're able to answer to their sarcasm with more sarcasm.

•One of his biggest insecurities is that they think they're putting too much on you. You shouldn’t have to comfort her after nightmares, or when it's the anniversary of Frigga's death and he can barely get out of bed, but you do, and they don't completely understand why, at least not in the beginning.

•I hope you enjoy eating because Loki will ask you to finish his drinks and food for her when you guys eat out.

•Probably teaches you how to fight, if you don't already know.

•Also teaches you to slow dance.

•Is more than happy when you're the one teaching and explaining stuff too. Asks for your help with Earth tecnology sometimes and will let you explain your favorite books, movies and music to them.

•Does magic for you (both to help you with tasks and just to make you smile) and gets all happy when you compliment her abilities.

NSFW headcanons start below!

•Preference for subbing, but will switch it up sometimes.

•Enjoys both giving and receiving degradation and praise. Mostly praise.

•Light bondage and pain play are welcomed, but not necessary and it depends on mood.

•Forced herself to supress some of their preferences due to shame and fear of the vulnerability that came with it.

•Will try almost anything if you ask, except stuff involving playing with body fluids (scat, blood, etc) and exhibitionism.

•As a sub he's either really bratty or really sensitive and needy, depending on the day. Had a bit of trouble with communication and safe words initially, which led to some nights of silently crying in your arms because of sub drop. It eventually gets better, and she starts slowly but surely melting at how well you take care of them. The feeling of being able to let their mind go blank and know you'll be right there and make sure he's okay is immaculate to him.

•As a dom, she's a big teaser, while also trying to copy the stuff you do to them when he's the one subbing, because to her that's the best treatment anyone could ask for.

•100% uses magic to spice things up sometimes. Just don't ask them to drastically change his looks, she will get self conscious and wonder if you're not attracted to them the way he is.

•Goes crazy (in a good way) at the idea of receiving hickeys.

[anukulee]

The Mischief Filled Fox and The Mighty Lion

Thor Odinson was what everyone seemed to desire in a man, a man of tall stature standing at 6'4, his muscle was something of legends, built from years of wielding Mjolnir, hair as golden as the finest gold, his eyes as blue as the clearest ocean,  as for his face, it was as chiseled as one would expect from a god, with beard to accompany it that just seemed to work for him. His voice deep, yet seemed to boom no matter what he spoke, a feature that people would find endearing even if he was getting something wrong, at least that was from the prospective of Loki Friggason (formally Odinson). 

Loki Friggason to everyone was the forgotten son, for if Thor was the lion, fierce in nature and beloved by everyone, then Loki was the forgotten predator, much like a fox. Who hide within the shadows awaiting for the next prey, yet all along. For the lion was always expected to beat the fox, for Loki that had been a majority of his life. Thor always having everything as Loki was pushed into the shadows, forced to watch as his brother won everything he could ever desire. Thus when a foot-race had been suggested amongst the avengers, Loki had little interest in doing so, already knowning the outcome. To him it would be the same as all the rest, with the mighty lion prevailing in the end, with the fox forever left in the shadows, at so he had thought, little did he know that perhaps that this wouldn't be the same, all because of her, his cat, and his love……

From the moment that the avengers had suggested a foot-race, Loki had protested, continuing to even the day of. Foe while Thor was bouncing on the tips of his toes from excitement, Loki was less excited, his eyes already rolling at his brother's display. "Must we do this," he grumbled lacing up what the mortals called tennis shoes. To this Loki recieved several looks of annoyance, general displeasemeant, or neutrality in his direction.

"Now, now don't be a sore loser already reindeer games," Tony interjected, reaching down to pat Loki on his shoulder, despite Loki normally being far taller then Tony in stature.

"Must you call me that name, Anthony," Loki responded bitter about his nickname.

"Would you rather call you a bitter snake?"

"No."

"Then reindeer games it is, unless you would like to refered to as Snape."

"And why must I be refered to as anything?"

"For missions of course."

"And what do names have to do with missions?"

"If one of us ever get caught I would rather them know us by a code name, then our true names."

"You are merely saying that because you take delight, in my misery."

"Says you reindeer games." To this Tony recieved an eyeroll aimed in his direction, one that was very much deserved on his end. Yet before Loki could make another snarky and bitter comment, someone else injected, one that Loki was more pleased about.

"Now Tony, isn't that enough," a voice called out and the moment she opened her beautiful lips and spoke, Loki felt as if everything had stopped, for there was nobody else in the world aside from her. Words that she could've used as a shield to defend anyone and yet when she spoke they embraced him, much akin to a warm hug. Always being his defender much like a cat curling up to someone, her words feeling as gentle as one would expect a cat's tail to feel. 

"Well if it isn't, our resident reindeer tamer," Tony greeted his voice very light, in different to the seething of Loki. Loki's fist already starting to wrap against his knuckles, a mencing aura surounding the usual mischievious god.

"Say that again," Loki uttered, fist still tightly held.

Almost as if he sensed Loki's agression, Thor took to defusing the tension that was starting to cloud the air. His voice trying to remain airy despite Thor's long knowledge of his brother whenever he got like this. "I am sure Stark, was just jestering brother, right Stark." At this Thor shot Tony a look of tread careful in his direction.

"Right, it's not my fault that reindeer games here can't take a joke," Tony said almost oblivious to the tensiont that Loki was carrying either that or didn't care. For one might admit that Loki could be amusing like this, yet you could only poke the fox, so much before they bite you. 

"See, brother, Stark was joking, now how about I go see if our guests have arrived come with me, Stark."

"And miss the show?" The tone that Tony took sounded more like a child deprived of his favorite entertaiment then a grown man who ran one of the most powerful super groups. 

"I am afraid so Lady Pepper might be displeased if you don't welcome our guests," Thor said, as he tried to usher Tony in the other direction away from Loki, and his love, but not before turning to Loki one last time. "And try to treat the lady nicely brother."

"Don't I always? If I recall you were always the wild one when it came to the ladies of Asgard."

"You too have your trysts as they say."

"Perhaps." Slowly a smile began to creep upon Loki's face, Thor taking this as a chance to lead Stark elsewhere as they soon Loki and his love was alone. "So may I ask what brings you up here kitten," Loki asked casually as if his heart wasn't thumping.

"To see you who else?"

"Oh and not to see my oaf of a brother?"

"Now who is the older brother, here?"

"Still him."

"Even so you are still the older one."

"How, do you think that?"

"For all your mischief, you are far wiser when it comes to matters."

"But..."

"But nothing, don't let them get in your head."

"Why, we both know how this shall end kitten."

"Do we fox?"

"We both know that despite my brother being an oaf he always comes out the victor, much like a mighty lion."

"He will if you keep acting that way. Now chin up Loki," she said her eyes boring right into Loki's own, eyes that Loki desired to get lost in. Yet this wasn't the time, but when would he ever have the time?

"Not mischief or fox?"

"No, for now isn't the time for that."

"Then what time is it?"

"For this," she responded and before Loki could protest she had placed a delicate kiss onto Loki's cheek.

 "I.... I....," Loki stuttered as slowly, the mighty Loki once burdened with glorious face began to devolp a scarlet red, words unable to come out of his silver tongue for once. Just as Loki started to form the words, fates seemed to test as yet again something came in the way, a voice that Loki would rather not hear.

"Well it seems even the great silver tongue can shatter, much akin to that night," the voice said, at this Loki allowed another eye roll, to cross his features, for he knew that voice better then most, not even to have to look to know it belonged to Fandral. It was at moments like this that Loki was remainded of one his many mistakes and excatly why he should've never allowed himself to be seduced into Fandral even if it was just one time. For ever since that Fandral took the chance to tease Loki, and even remind him or their single sexual encounter, a memory that Loki would rather not think of. 

"Hello to you, Fandral," Loki said his voice laced with bitter venom, already not in the mood to see Fandral. Matters made worse when he seemed to take it upon himself as to place a single kiss on Kitten's hand.

"A pleasure as always, my lady. I still can't imagine how one such as Loki could be in the company of someone such as you."

A small growl might've escaped Loki's lips upon seeing this, through if anyone asked he would deny it. Through that still didn't mean Loki didn't have anything to say. "Don't you have other things to do, such as watch Thor do whatever he does?"

"Sif, Hogun, and Volstagg should be here shortly, I believe Thor was showing them around that human you call Stark's tower."

"Then why didn't you go with them?"

"They claimed my flirting was too much for them."

"So they stuck you on me."

"I thought you would be happier to see me."

"Yes, I am very much overjoyed to see you."

"Cross as always aren't you Lokes."

The moment that name slipped out of Fandral's lips, did a dagger get aimed at his direction. "Say that again, and we shall see just how pretty you are."

"Kinky as always I see,"  Fandral said clearly ignoring the danger that he was facing, at this Kitten took the chance to intervene.

"Now Loki, remember what Tony said."

"No aiming daggers at people."

"Excatly."

"But it's Fandral," Loki whinned much like a child having a toy taken from him.

"I understand the udge, but we can't keep getting complains about it. Perhaps you could pay him back for it later."

At this a smile began to spread on Loki's lips once more. "Clever as always my kitten."

"While as not as clever as one blessed with glorious purpose I do try."

"Will you never let me forget that?"

"Maybe."

"When?"

"Perhaps when I am dead."

"But who knows when that shall be," Loki teased trying not to think about that subject matter in particular. 

"Now shall we leave?" Her arm now offered out to Loki.

At this Loki quickly took the offered arm, for when would he get another chance at this. "Perhaps, we shall see what my brother is up to."

"There is my mischief," she teased as she once more placed another kiss to Loki's cheek. Once again Loki found himself for a loss of words. Slowly he began to back away, his mind running far to fast even for him. Trying to figure out why she had just done that, rather then focusing on the events around him. Somehow he had managed to make his way toward what Tony had deemed the starting line at the edge of the field surrounding the new Avenger's tower. Thor already being there, dancing on the tips of his toes, as Loki tried not to focus on his surrounding especially her. 

"Are you ready for this brother?"

"As ready as I could ever be."

"Good then appolgize if Stark might need to come and search for you in his iron suit."

"It will be you who shall need the searching brother."

"So you say."

"Now gods are you ready," Tony asked, as he interjected, causing both brothers to look at him, toy gun in his hand.

"Yes, now get on with it," Loki said in no mood for games, his mind still wondering about that kiss.

"Whatever you wish reindeer games. Ready, set," he started to say pausing for dramtic effect. "Jun." With a simple glow of his seidr another Loki appeared, as he began to run with Thor following towards it.

"Stop brother he didn't say run," he cried, only to land face first in dirt, mere inches away. At this Loki put his hand to his head, and let out a deep sigh.

"Are you never not going to fall for that?"

"You know you aren't supposed to use your seidr," Thor pointed out.

"Yes, but I do like seeing you fall."

"How cruel brother, now what would your lady say about that?"

"My lady."

"Yes, she is watching you after all," Thor pointed out and just as Loki saw her everything became a blur. As the next thing he remembered was tripping onto the ground as Thor disappeared off into the distance. Slowly did Loki's face began to become crimson once more. For not only had he fallen in front of the so-called avengers, but his love too. 

Oh how must she must think of me as an embrassement. This is what I get for trying to please someone as alluring and ravishing as her, he thought already down on himself. Yet rather then hear nothing instead Loki heard something else, as the next thing was one he yearned to hear.

"You can do it, Loki," she cried, out and only when hearing this voice did Loki start to get up. Slowly he began to jog, which turned into a run, as she kept repeating the words over and over. Almost louder each time, yet she wasn't the only one that kid they called Spiderman was also cheering alongside her, yet all Loki heard was her. As slowly he began to increase his speed, until he could no longer hear them. Perhaps he might not be able to beat Thor, but perhaps he could catch up with him. Quickly Loki ran like he never did before reminding himself of all those times that Thor had bested him, whether that be in the company of woman, contests, or even at Odin's praise. Each thought pushed Loki further and further, as he ran through the path that Tony had deemed. 

Until he was rounding his way back, yet as he got closer to the mark that Tony had deemed as the finish line, he swore he saw a familar bit of golden hair beneath a tree. It was only upon closer inspection that he saw it was Thor beneath the tree. While one might've expected Thor to sense Loki, sadly for Thor he didn't this day. Perhaps Thor had stayed up far to late or drank something that made him tired or something else, alas he didn't seem to wake as slowly Loki began to pass by him. Making his way towards the finish line, her voice still echoing in his mind. As with each time he repeated it, he was remainded just why he needed to finish this race, to see her. For perhaps those feelings that he thought was only one sided might not just be that. 

As Loki lingered closer to the finish line, his courage started to regain amongst himself, especially upon hearing her voice. Loki now on the edge of the finish line, at least until he saw a familar blur, edging closer and closer to him. Yet luckily for Loki this time, his hand just glazed the finish line just as the figure that Loki saw as Thor came into view. The moment that Loki crossed at line everything became second rate, as he felt a weight come on him. For the moment he felt her did everything truly open almost as if ever insecurity came second to her.

For the next thing he felt was her lips on his and he embraced it only speaking when they parted. "What was that for?"

"Someone had to make a move, and you weren't going to."

"So those kisses before the race," Loki asked, his brow slowly becoming quizicle, his eyes while lingering still bore into hers the best he could. For while he was more confident, not even she could rid of all his unsecurities.

"A way to encourage you," she beamed, her eyes boring into his, not even lingering down. For as long she was looking at him that was what mattered.

"Or was it to confuse me my minx?"

"So am I your minx now?"

"Perhaps you are, but whose to say," Loki said as his brow slowly rose down, his confidence slowly building up more. Trying to keep his heart from being more aflutter then it already was. Through she certainly didn't help with her next words.

"What do you suppose we do now?"

"Perhaps you could make a move."

"And what kind of move would you wish for me to make."

"And what move might that be, my dear," Loki asked, now confident enough to allow a smirk starting to creep on his face.

"You know excatly what move I mean."

"Do I?"

"Must you do this now?"

"Don't you like it when I do this?"

"I can't with you."

"Oh, but you can, so you either you can say it or I can."

"Ooh you who made me make the first move."

"That was one time, and next time you shall not be as quick."

"Won't I, because all I can tell is I am here awaiting for you to make move."

"A move you have yet to tell me."

"Never."

"Then I suppose you will have to go without my kiss," Loki said whispering the last part in particular.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

"Did I, or perhaps have I misheard."

"Minx."

"Always."

"Must you when we are about to do what we will be doing?"

"And what might we do?"

"Kiss," Loki said far quicker and quieter then one might expect almost as if he was a virgin when he was far from one. 

"What was that again?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Then how about I suggest something?"

"And what might that be?"

"I say we kiss?"

"In front of everyone?"

"Why not, besides everyone should see who you belong to."

"I belong to you now?"

"Don't you, unless I am mistaken."

"You aren't."

"Good."

"Why were you jealous, of Fandral perhaps?"

"Of him never, I just like the thought of annoying Fandral."

"My what a minx I have."

"You know you love me."

"Don't I ever you enchanting minx," Loki said with a chuckle, and through this was unexpected, more unexpected than he could've ever thought. At this, Loki thought perhaps the Mischief Fox could win against the lion if he had his own kitten. Maybe it had always been there all along, but that thought was for another time, for all that mattered to Loki was that she was now in his arms, that the mischievous fox had finally found won and found home with her.

[kurtismcilroy]

Hey does anyone have any like soft or fluff prompts they have? I'd like to write a Loki x m reader but my brain is blank 😭 Any suggestions as long as sfw are appreciated!! ^^

[lostgreekgod]

delusion

a/n: hello aaaaa i had @theaudacitytowrite give me a prompt for a loki x reader fic solely because I do not find entertainment elsewhere! anyways

word count: 2776 (shit got longer, but what can I say I'm very feely when it comes to angst)

warnings: angst. angst angst angst. some crying. there was this one mention of blood, tendons & stuff ? but that's about it have fun crying

pairing: loki x f!reader

summary: you and Loki have been together for quite some time now. what happens when his insecure self realizes that you love him? and that he does too?

another a/n: I feel like this could use a part 2 i might come up with it next week because I've got a 7 day break from school yayy lmk if you'd like that nexie

4 years. It had been 4 years, 3 months, and 27 days since y/n had shed a tear. But on this fine autumn morning, as the yellow and brown leaves rustled in the gentle winds, as the smell of coffee, pumpkin, and spice wafted in the air, she let a tear fall- courtesy of her lover. No, scratch that. Her ex-lover.

\\ 3 hours earlier \\

Humming a tuneless song, an exhausted y/n walked back to her room in the Avenger’s tower. A whole day of training wouldn’t be smart when she had a crucial mission to lead just the next day, but she wanted the mission to pan out exactly right. This wasn’t her first mission, but the stats were so much more critical compared to the missions she had been sent on before. A new rival organization was springing up in SHIELD’s radar, and they seemed as high as ever in spirit, regardless of how the Avengers had managed to crush HYDRA not so long ago. Apparently, according to a message they had received a few moments before, the up-and-coming organization had 4 junior agents in captivity, and in exchange for those agents, they wanted intel. Fury’s plan was to provide a hard drive with incorrect information with an embedded virus, and have the agents rescued before the rival agents decrypted the file and realized SHIELD’s play. Two birds with one stone, as he had phrased. y/n was going to go in with Natasha and Loki. Nat, because she was as light as a cat on her feet, and Loki because he had his seidr for illusions, teleportation, et cetera. This wasn’t going to be her first mission with her 4-month boyfriend either, but she was excited to be fighting alongside him, nevertheless. As she washed up in the shower, she heard her room door open and close with a click. Finally. She thought with a smile. She could go to sleep in her beloved’s arms for the few hours she had left for rest and relaxation before they set out. Putting on her nightgown, she left the bath. She saw how Loki was cocooned on her bed, arms reaching out towards her, a little smile on his face. Unlike her, the god didn’t train much- but he still looked tired.

“Hello, my little lioness. Whom did you beat up today? You do realize it is wiser to rest before a mission.” He said in a loud, lazy whisper. All y/n could do was smile sweetly at him and snuggle under the covers. He knew how the lack of training made her insecure about her ability to be stealthy. Instead of letting Loki’s arms wrap around her like most of the other nights, she spooned his chest instead. Loki’s eyes widened at the sudden gesture, his body tensing up at the sudden disposal of love. He had only given love; he had never been on the receiving side of it. Wait, love? He didn’t love y/n. He didn’t. That swell he felt in his chest every time he saw her was simply the result of the great appreciation and respect he had for her. Nothing more. He couldn’t love her. After all, everyone he had ever loved ended up being taken away from him.

Chuckling lightly, he hoped y/n wouldn’t catch onto his nervousness. “What are you doing my dear?”

Inhaling his scent, y/n mumbled, her eyes still closed. “Sleeping. Go to sleep my love. We have to be up in less than 3 hours.”

My love? Yes, y/n had called him that multiple times, but he had never thought much of it. Why was he suddenly so wary of it? Did y/n truly love him? No, maybe she wasn’t thinking. She was already worn out and sleepy, maybe she blurted it out accidentally. No one could love him. No one.

y/n sensed that he still hadn’t relaxed. Cracking her eyes slightly open, she asked lightly, “Is everything okay, love?” Loki’s brows furrowed at her question. There it was again. Love. Loving him was impossible. To love him would be delusional. A move of delusional stupidity. Blatant ignorance.

Loki shifted away from her and sat up, ignoring the throbbing in his chest when he heard her whine in response. He met her eyes only to be asked another question. “Love, what’s the matter?”

His heart clenched against his chest, suddenly the room was too hot. He had to understand what was going on. He had to figure this out before it was too late.

“Love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

y/n scanned his face, trying to understand the reason for his sudden withdrawal. She simply hummed in response.

Loki raised his eyebrows, indicating her to reiterate her response.

“Yes, what is the matter?”

“You referred to me as ‘love’.” He repeated, his tongue spewing out the last word like it was coated in dirt and grime.

“Yes, I suppose I did. Is something bothering you?” she asked again, placing her hand on his thigh as a gesture of concern.

How was he expected to ask her if she actually, truly loved him, without causing a kerfuffle? Without making it seem awkward, without losing her? What if she said she didn’t love him? What then? Would that make him feel better? Would that make him happy? A chill ran down his spine when he realized his answer. No. he wouldn’t be happy. In fact, he’d be terribly upset. He wanted y/n to love him. Shaking his head, he tried to heed logic over his emotion. He had to stop himself before he caused something he couldn’t fix. Before y/n realized the monster he truly was. He had to protect his beloved y/n, that would be the least he owed to her, after all that he had led her into.

He neutralized his expression, calming his breathing. This was for the best. He was the God of Lies, he did not deserve love after all that he had done.

“As a matter of fact, y/n, something is bothering me.”

y/n nodded, encouraging him to explain his predicament. “You can talk to me, love.”

Loki inhaled quickly, the use of the blasted term knocking him out of character for a second before he was able to regain his composure. He would ask the question directly. Right to the point, like he was doing business. That was the only way he could maintain his pretense without breaking down too soon. y/n might never forgive him after tonight, but to have her angry at him was so much better than losing her, on his account.

“Do you love me?”

y/n gasped lightly at the sudden question, her eyes widening at how Loki asked her about something so deep with no emotion in his voice. She sensed his sudden hostility, this coldness he was presenting her with. Sitting upright, she looked into his eyes. Nothing. She could read nothing from his expression. All she could pick up was this eerie sadness radiating off of him.

She decided to try reasoning with him. This sudden hostility meant something was bothering him at a much more personal level, and such issues mustn’t be dealt with before an important mission. She would know.

“We don’t have to do this today, Loki. We have to be up early tomorrow, and I doubt- “

“Answer the question, y/n.” Loki interrupted, his voice hardened like steel.

“Loki, we really mustn’t-“ she tried again.

“Answer, y/n.” he pressed.

y/n could only look at him and wonder what the cause was for the unexpected change in his demeanor. How was she supposed to tell him? How was she supposed to give the answer to the one question that could either make or break everything that they had together? How was she supposed to tell him that her love for him was far more than life? That he was her life? It didn’t matter how less time they had spent with each other; she knew him a lot longer before they had decided to begin their courtship, and she had fallen in love with him even before they had gotten romantically involved. She only fell harder for him after she saw how he truly was. How broken and vulnerable, how he yearned for a place in someone’s heart, how he wished someone could love him without any foretold conditions. How he wished to be free. Loki’s eyes widened as realization dawned upon him. y/n’s lack of response answered his question. She did love him. But he had to hear it from her. That was the only way he could finish this for good. For his y/n.

“I’m waiting.” He prompted, slightly flinching at the coldness in his voice.

y/n’s eyes flicked over to his, her skin eliciting goosebumps from the steely nature of his voice. He had never been like this to her. The last time she had seen him like this was when he was under Thanos’ control. Breathing deeply, she reached out and held his hands, shutting her eyes for a moment.

“Yes. I do. I love you,” she whispered, blood pounding against her ears. Her heart convulsed in her chest when Loki didn’t reply. She cracked her eyes open, her fingers growing cold at Loki’s unchanged demeanor.

Loki’s chest heaved at her response. ‘I love you,’ she had whispered, her eyes shut at the vulnerability of their situation. He already knew what she was going to say, but to hear it from her own mouth, her voice tiny as ever in fear that he wouldn’t return her feelings had him gasp slightly. His blood ran cold, his mind freezing at another realization. He loved her too. Of course he did. How could he have been so blind? He loved her so much, he hadn’t even noticed. Finish it! Finish it right now! Before you make things worse! His mind screamed at him. He knew what he had to do. Swallowing, he tried to memorize the feel of her hands against his. This was all he was ever going to have. A memory. A memory of his little lioness, a memory of what he would have had if he was someone different. Someone nicer, better. Someone not him. He pulled away from her, and met her eyes, his expression stoic and emotionless. Like the monster he was.

“Pity.” He whispered, his heartbreaking at how y/n’s eyes widened. He thought he experienced heartbreak when he lost his mother. As destructive as that moment was, many years ago, he believed he wouldn’t feel anything over this. After all, you can’t break something that’s already broken. But boy, was he wrong. This was heartbreak. And apparently, it's even worse when you go through it a second time. His veins felt like ice, his head heavier than ever. He could feel his throat closing up, all he wanted was to rip his heart out of his chest. He didn’t deserve her. Hell, he didn’t deserve to live after all that he had done.

“What?” came y/n’s voice, a little barely over a whisper. He couldn’t help but notice how her voice was heavy, laced with hurt.

“It’s a pity you think you love me.” He reiterated, his words chapping away at his already cracked heart.

y/n couldn’t process the event unfolding in front of her. Loki didn’t love her. No, worse. Loki thought it was stupid that she loved him. If she had any concern for her dignity, she would ask him to leave. But she loved him far too much. She decided to try one last time. Straddling him, she reached over and cupped his face in his hands, pressing her lips against his ice-cold ones. He was shocked for a moment, and before he realized, he was kissing her back. I love you, he wanted to say. I love you too. But all could do was try and engrave in his mind the feeling of her soft lips on his, the warmth of her hands against his cheeks. This was the end. He had to use all his willpower not to pull her in his arms and deepen the kiss, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Breaking away, y/n whispered, “it may be stupid that I do. Pathetic, even. -It isn’t pathetic. I love it.- Honestly, not one day goes by where I don’t face criticism about how I must be an ignorant fool to love someone like you. But what these people don’t understand, is that they are the ones that are ignorant. They do not see you as I do, and although I wish every day that they would, I doubt it will ever happen. You are, the best thing that has ever happened to me. That ever will happen to me,” she says, taking his hand and placing it over her heart. “Can’t you feel this? This is what I feel every time I think of you- this is how I feel every time you merely breathe in my direction. -You are the reason I still exist, my dear. You keep me tethered to the outside world.- My love for you has been in existence for far longer than our courtship. I wish I could do more than just tell you how much I love you, if I could, I would give you anything, everything you’ve ever wanted; my heart was yours the moment I set eyes on you 2 years ago. So take it, trample over it- it was yours to do anything with anyway. -So was mine. I am yours, just as you claim to be mine.- I love you, Loki Friggason, and I refuse to stop. -I love you too, my darling y/n. but I must do this. For you. Forgive me.-”

All Loki could do was hold in all those thoughts he desperately wanted to put in words. He could feel his eyes well up, his chest convulsing for the umpteenth time. Inhaling her scent, he hoped he would remember the sweet smell of chocolate and wine she always smelled of.

With great restraint, he pushed her off of him, his heart churning at y/n’s gasp. Her heart cracked at his dismissal. He couldn’t look at her while he shattered her heart, while he ripped it right off the pedestal. This was the end.

“You say all this, but you mean nothing by it, I assure you. I have encountered numerous midgardians professing their love for me, but I can tell when someone lies y/n. And it is very clear to me how you are simply overwhelmed. You do not love me. You are simply but a blatant, ignorant fool.” Could his heart shatter any further? Apparently, yes. It clawed at his chest, pain searing in his bones. He would feel all of it. He would embrace it.

He forced his lips to morph into a twisted, sickening smile. Agony. That is what he felt. Fresh burning agony, like fire in his tendons.

“What we have is all but a product of boredom. I was simply bored, silly mortal.” He looked up at her when she gasped, her hand on her heart. It was almost as if he could hear it shatter. All he wanted to do was hold her and weep. Tell her how sorry he was. Tell her how he wished he was the person she truly deserved. Instead, he was going to crawl into a ball and wish for death.

He got up to leave. Once and for all. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he willed his tears to sink back to wherever they came from. He didn’t deserve to cry.

“Did I ever matter to you?” he heard her whisper. Deciding not to answer, he stepped towards the door before she called to him. “Did I, Loki?” she asked again, her voice steadier. There was the woman he had hopelessly fallen in love with. A lioness, she certainly was.

He turned around to look at her, the same lifeless smile dancing across his lips. If he was someone else, he would have been taken aback at y/n’s stoic expression. She would rise again. She would continue to live her life, and no one was going to stop her. Especially him. That was the lioness he knew of. The only evidence of her hurt was the tiny teardrops prickling in her eyes, which he could see only because of the morning sun rays peeking in through the gaps in the curtains. She never cried.

“No,” he breathed, swiftly exiting through the door before she could see the tears that had traitorously fallen onto his cheeks.

part 2 here!

[ynscrazylife]

Hey !! i love ur writing style <3 i wanted to ask you if you could write a loki x reader where the reader and loki have been best friends for a long time now and after he faked his death in tdw he knocks on their door and the reader and loki have an argument and then they kiss?? maybe like the scene in crimson peak “you lied to me” “i did” “you told me you loved me” “i do” smth similar? :)

The Greatest Deception | loki angst fluff fic

Summary: After Loki reveals himself to be alive, Y/N has some choice words to say. Loki has a question.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, I want to say that I fully support and acknowledge that Loki is genderfluid. Seeing as this fic was requested with Loki having he/him pronouns, I will use those pronouns. (Also, I didn’t know which pronouns you wanted me to write since you mentioned they for the reader but typically I use she/her, so lemme know if you want that edited)

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“Lady Y/N?”

The voice was muffled through the door and the one in question rolled from her side and onto her stomach as she laid in her bed. A low groan emitted from the creature whose limbs were tangled in the blanket and sheets.

. . .

“Lady Y/N?”

A short knock-knock accompanied the repeating words, and Y/N had a feeling of that the lovely woman who she’d love to talk to at any other time wouldn’t stop until she replied.

She pulled herself into a sitting position, smoothed over her unruly hair, and finally pulled the covers up so her pajamas wouldn’t be seen and called out, “Come in!”

The woman opened the door and sent her a sheepish smile. “The All-Father has requested your present, ma’am,” she informed her.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Do you know the reason as to why?” She quizzed.

The woman spared a quick, darting glance at Y/N’s window. “Well, the All-Father has requested all of the palace’s royals and higher-ups to gather in the courtyard. He is gathering local citizens for a, ah, play, and more would like, in this words, his ‘most esteemed confidants to enjoy,’,” she answered, subtly bouncing her weight from one foot to the other.

Y/N thought for a moment. This was the first time she was hearing that the King was holding a play — not to mention, the fact that the last play (if you could even call it that, because by Heimdall’s recounting it was horrific) was held before any of the children of Odin were born.

Just thinking about that caused a twinge to hit her stomach and for it to twist up. Loki. Odin’s youngest child and the one that had most recently left her, as he sacrificed herself to save his vaillant brother, Prince Thor. It had been weeks, maybe even a month, since Y/N had heard the news and had been resorted to a lonely, saddened version of herself. Loki was her best friend, the person she trusted more than anything and—no, no, who was she kidding? He’s more than that, and he deserves to be remembered as more than that by her.

He’s also the one that she loves, and has loved for at least the past year when she realized it.

Nonetheless, she had taken many steps to get through the grief of Loki’s dead — as had his father — and she wasn’t going to let all her hard work crumble down on one, singular thought.

“Very well, then. Please inform the All-Father that I will be there shortly, thank you,” she said.

The woman nodded and bowed her head before exiting.

Once the door had been fully shut and she could hear footsteps no more, Y/N crossed over to her window and drew back the curtains, not having missed the look at said window.

The sunlight poured into her room but the stage was indeed sent. Rows of fine chairs sat with rows of fine people in them. In front, Odin stood with a red curtain drawn closed behind him. His arms were gesturing wildly and he had a big grin on his face as he gave his speech.

Despite the curiosity that itched into Y/N’s face, she pushed it aside. She had never seen the King conduct himself in such ways, but alas, everyone grieved differently. So, she closed the curtains and got dressed for the day ahead.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The moment Y/N stepped outside, she could’ve sworn that there was already long beads of sweat trailing down her skin. She let out a huff but journeyed on towards the courtyard, as this formal royal wear was necessary and she had no intention of pissing off Sir Snotty-Dickhead — as she called him (he had some fancy and long name she couldn’t remember, in her defense) — who was Odin’s right hand man.

By the time she got there, Odin was still rambling on with his speech, but his sudden notice of Y/N saved the guests from boredom.

“Aha, the guest of honor! Lady Y/N, herself,” Odin announced, bringing his hands together in a clap and gesturing for her to come toward him.

She betrayed herself and her cheeks involuntarily reddened as all eyes laid on her. She approached Odin and curtsied out of respect, but her mind was full of wonderings of why she, of all, would be singled out.

“I’m sure you all know who Lady Y/N is, yes?” He began, briefly pausing before continuing. “If you sadly do not, let me tell you. Lady Y/N had been a friend of the royal family, specifically my child, Loki’s—” the name caused her to suck in a sharp breath, “—and she was granted the title of Lady to uphold the image of the palace and to complete very important Asgardian duties.”

Once he stopped talking and the crowd clapped politely, Y/N took the opportunity she was presented before it’s door could close and quickly went and sat in her seat, the only seat not occupied yet, in the front row.

Odin then began speaking against whilst he walked to the side, “Speaking of my dear child Loki, this play that has been put together is one designed to honor him and his heroic sacrifice. Without further ado . . . ” He let his words trail off, and the red curtain pulled open.

Y/N’s face contorted into surprise at the words, not expecting this to take place. Again, she reminded herself, everyone grieved differently, so she decided to give it a chance. However, as the play went on, she was quick to realize that honoring Loki wasn’t the intention here. The horrid acting could be excused but Odin himself allowing this mockery of how Loki died? Of how he sacrificed himself? Well, with every second that passed, her face heated more and more — and not due to the sweat — and she grit her teeth, just barely refraining from yelling.

The worst part for her came though when the actor who played Loki did a dramatic reenactment of his sacrificed and the actor who played Thor did the worst fake crying ever. Y/N turned to the others, expecting them to be just as enraged as she was, but was floored to find that no—they were laughing. And not just that, but Odin was having himself a chuckle as well!

Her fingers tightly gripped the edges of her chair and she forced herself to look straight ahead, just about able to hold in her tears until the play was over and the actors bowed.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Afterwards, while everyone was standing and giving Odin rounds and rounds of praises, Y/N stayed rooted in her seat. She couldn’t just let this go by as if it were nothing, but she was struggling to compose herself to confront him.

After a couple minutes of going back-and-forth, she decided, screw composure. She didn’t have to be composed. She was allowed to be angry.

So, she stood up and marched straight for him.

“All-Father,” Y/N said through grit teeth, forcing herself to curtesy, “I request your company in private, if I may.”

It took Odin a moment to tear himself away from accepting his latest comment, but the way he quickly glanced over at Y/N, she knew that he had not noticed — or perhaps he did not care — the state she was in.

“My apologies, Lady Y/N, but should I depart now, I fear I shall upset my comrades!” Odin said, ending his comment in a boastful joy, which resulted in laughter and cheers.

He didn’t wait for her response before engaging in another conversation, and Y/N’s lips remained tightly shut until she decided to just go forth and let her stuffed-up emotions out.

“Fine. I will say it in front of everyone, then!” She said, firmly and loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “That was a pathetic excuse to remember Loki . . . It was an insult! You mocked him, your own child! How could you even— I . . . I just don’t understand . . . He sacrificed himself for your son and for Asgard and this is how you repay him? God. I expected much, much more from you for him because I . . . Let’s just say that we both love Loki, in our own ways, and I-I . . . I am very disappointed.”

Wanting to flee from the tears that were now streaming down her face and from the silence that was pounding, she turned around and she walked away, the realization that she had just confessed her love in front of everyone hitting her.

“Lady Y/N!”

Odin’s words stopped her in her tracks, but she did not turn around. Just stood. Waited.

“He told Thor, before he passed, that he, uh . . . He loved you, too.”

Y/N stared straight ahead, her hand jutting out to grab the pillar next to her to steady herself.

Loki loved her?

She didn’t stop the tears from coming this time. She let them, and the sobs, overwhelm her.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Lady Y/N?”

The voice and the knock were much more stiff than they were this morning.

“Come in.”

Her response was devoid of emotion, much more curt than it was this morning.

The same woman turned the door’s knob and opened it, sending Y/N, who was curled up on her bed, head nestled into her knees, a wary look. “The All-Father has requested your presence at his quarters,” she said.

Y/N let out a small huff, in no mood to talk to the King after what had happened. She forced her head up and gazed boredom at the woman. “Is it an emergency?” She deadpanned.

The woman looked around the room and by her lack of response, Y/N knew that either she didn’t know or didn’t want to say.

She sighed. “I will be there shortly,” she said.

The woman nodded and wordlessly left.

After she did, Y/N stood up and went in front of her mirror, taking in her appearance. Her once brushed hair was now frizzy and in knots and her eyes were puffy and red. Angrily, she practically tore the hairbrush through her hair and dabbed at her eyes with makeup until the red could be seen no more. She had no intention of letting him see her this way.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Screw formalities, Y/N thought, as she walked straight into Odin’s quarters which composed of a small living room, a bedroom down the hall, an office, and a bathroom. She didn’t bother to curtsy or announce her presence.

When he finally and gradually turned around from whatever he was doing, a slight look of shock crossed his features, before he replaced it with a warm smile. “Y/N!” He said, but quickly corrected himself, “Lady Y/N.”

Y/N frowned and crossed her arms. “I hope that you have called me here to apologize,” she said, an icy edge to her voice.

Odin nonetheless looked at her kindly. “In a way, yes,” he vaguely said, before a magical transformation underwent before her.

His wrinkles disappeared, his beard disappeared, his grey hair turned jet black, and his clothes transformed into his usual wear.

No longer was the All-Father standing in front of her, but her best friend. The one she loved.

Taken by utter shock, Y/N instinctively stumbled back, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. “What the hell is this?” She gasped out, not wanting to believe it at first. It was a cruel trick — it must be! There was no way.

“It’s me,” the mischievous deity said, a rare softness to his voice and in his eyes. He took a step forward, but then stopped himself. “I never died, I only impersonated my father.”

Y/N stared at him, angry tears coming to her eyes once more. “How?” She forced out, thinking that maybe she was dreaming. “Why?”

Loki looked around, slightly dumbfounded, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to question him. “I wanted the throne,” he answered, as if it were obvious and a perfectly acceptable reason.

Y/N stared at him as if he had grown two heads. To her, he might as well have.

“Oh, really? So you take over your father, trick everyone - me, your brother - into believing that you’re dead, you banish Sif . . . All because you wanted the goddamn throne?” She cried.

The cluelessness left his eyes and replaced itself with guilt, regret pooling inside him. He looked down, shoulders falling with a sigh.

“I’ve felt guilty tricking you ever since it had all went down. I wanted to tell you but, honestly, a part of me didn’t think you’d be that upset over my death. But you were really, so upset and I . . . I was lost. I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was hug you and tell you that it was fine, that I was here, but I thought I’d screw up your emotions and hurt you even more,” he admitted.

Y/N just looked at him, her frown growing deeper. “That’s an awful excuse,” she hissed out, words laced with venom.

Loki immediately snapped his head up to look at her and his gaze held desperateness. “It’s not an excuse,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t be. I’m . . . I’m so sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to was to trick you, and . . . I did. But today was the final straw. I couldn’t continue like that.”

Y/N took a step forward, having an inner battle in herself on whether or not to forgive him. “You lied to me,” she reiterated bluntly.

Loki nodded guiltily. “I did,” he agreed in a small voice.

She took a pause, taking in a deep breath. “You told me you loved me,” she added.

There was a brief moment of silence before Loki said, in the same small way but a little more firm now, “I do.”

Y/N kept walking, not even fully sure or convinced of what she was doing, but knowing that she needed to do it, until she was standing just inches away from him. They looked at each other for a couple moments, neither saying anything, until Y/N wrapped her arms around Loki. He returned the embrace.

“Never do that to me again!” She yelled through the tears that were now coming. God, was she tired of crying. Especially today.

Loki hugged her tighter, his own tears falling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, and repeated that over, and over, and over again. “I’m an idiot.”

Y/N leaned back and cupped his face with her hands. The love she had for him overwhelmed her pain, and more than anything she needed him now. Besides, she could see his guilt. She could see the truth shining in his eyes. He wouldn’t do anything like this again, because he loved her. And she loved him.

“At least you’re self-aware,” she whispered through a sniff, taking a page out of his book with her joking remark. Before he could quip back (and she was sure he’d have an excellent one), she leaned forward and captured his lips in his a kiss. Loki smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.

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[consciouscarrot]

loki friggason tags

[thesunbettershineonthemagain]

loki’s favorite midgardian song would be primadonna girl by marina and the diamonds

[ashdreams2023]

Loki things part idk:

He thinks smoking is absolutely disgusting, like he treats his body like a temple so never to something so disgusting and tasteless

He likes sweeter drinks, asgard didn’t serve them much and he relish in them when he’s on earth

He studies religions, all types, finds it fascinating what mere humans put their faith and hopes for, something to believe in

Can’t sleep in complete darkness, as silly as it may sound he actually needs some sort of light in the place he’s sleeping in (gets a mini night lamp later)

Goes to thrift stores, doesn’t buy anything because he thinks he’s better than wearing used stuff but likes to browse through the different pieces and maybe try to recreate them with his magic

Cuts his hair himself, no one is allowed to touch it unless it’s someone very close to

His eyelashes are naturally long and they get in his eye sometimes so he gets them trimmed every few weeks

Makes his own perfume, as in he makes his own scent, it’s like a hobby of his to go into the frosts and gather ingredients and turn them into something inching

His favorite vegetable is pumpkin and you can imagine his surprise when he discovered pumpkin flavored things exist other then pie

He gets the worst sunburns if he’s not careful, literally fries up like a dead fish

Speaking of fish he actually doesn’t like fish, never found it appealing, the only sea food he would eat though is shrimp

He doesn’t have bad body odor, so when he sweats it’s not that strong disgusting smell but something faint and manageable

His favorite animals are {cats- sheep- goats}

He got so excited when he found out bucky raised goats back in wakanda

Likes to go to different candy stores and tries everything covered in sugar (his favorites are those strawberry gummies covered in sugar)

Loki naturally is a brilliant dancer and offer out of pity to teach anyone how to ballroom dance in exchange for some favors

Dense bones, he’s very VERY heavy, to a normal human being obviously and if he lets say falls of top of you full force you might lose breath and pass out immediately

Finds graveyards oddly sentimental since back in asgard they don’t berry the bodies, he sometimes finds himself going and watching people visit their loved ones

Keeps all his gifts, it doesn’t matter if they are garbage he still keeps it because it still means a big deal to him

Hates crocks so much, would rather flip flops and his toes out in the open than wear those hideous things

[jokingmisfit]

Loki is in fact the BEST character for,

Genderfluid people

Gays

Bisexuals

Asexuals

Pansexuals

Polyamorous people

Nonbinaries

Lesbians

He/Hims

She/Hers

She/Thems

He/Thems

F to M trans

M to F trans

Depressed People

Anxious People

Violent People

Tiktokers

People with ADHD

People with Autism

Short People

Tall People

Millennials

Gen Z

Snake Lovers

Prankers

Norse God Lovers

Witches

Teachers and Learners

Candy Eaters

Spicy Food Lovers

Alcoholics

Smokers

Youngest Siblings

People with Abondment Issues

People with Daddy Issues

People with Mommy Issues

People who act tough but are cinnamon rolls

People who love Gold

People who love Drama

People with PTSD

People who love Black

People who love Green

Europeans

Those who love Reading

Writers

Pacifists who have a lot of Anger

Those with Anger Issues

Childish People

Those who grew up Lonely

Those still Lonely

Aromantics

Any other LGBTQIA+ people not listed

Those who are Insecure

Hot People

Smart People

Those having an Identity Crisis

And So Much More!

[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.



[ashdreams2023]

Can you please do Loki reacting to reader if they asked for him to keep his horns on while doing the dirty 🤭 and also maybe it’s usually really soft and sweet but she wants Loki to be rough and he’s initially taken aback? 🙃 -can be whatever writing style you want, thanks

The horns stay

Loki x fem reader {NSFW}

Loki loved your lip, your eyes, your hands and your curves, every inch of you made him his blood boil with heat, he wanted to take his time lavishing you and making you feel special.

"Loki" you moaned as he took off your clothes, enjoying the way you squirmed under his cool hands and your back arched.

"I’ll be there my love just one second" he pushed you into the bed, not too strong he doesn’t want to hurt you.

He takes off his armor with a flick of his finger then reaches for him helmet but your sudden movement stop him, you sit Straight on the bed and reach for his hand, you pull it away from the helmet and pull him into bed "leave it, please"

His eyes darkened before slamming his lips onto yours, your arms warped around his neck in perfect harmony, pressing your naked chests together.

"Don’t hold back, please, I want you to make me yours, all the way"

Loki cursed underneath his breath, he licked his lips and bite your bottom lip teasingly before running his hand over your chest and squeezing your breast making me moan louder.

"You want me to mark you? Bruise your pretty skin my dove?" He breathed into your ear causing you to shiver.

"Yes, yes please, do your worst to me!" Loki grinned devilishly before pulling away and flipping you on your back, making you face the huge mirror near the bed.

Loki pulled you by your hair and lifted your head up slightly so you can get a good look at yourself and him in the reflection of the mirror.

His helmet horns still stood tall and shiny on his head "Beg me more, tell me how much you want it"

"Loki, my prince, please, take me, now!"

He slammed his cock inside of you and didn’t leave you any time to adjust like he did many times before, it was exciting and you were so wet and needy, it drove him crazy.

"You like that? That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?" He said thrusting rough into you, rocking your body with each slap and slapping your ass with his strong hand.

You watched with lust fogging your vision, all you could feel is him filling you up again and again.

Those horns made him look sinister, so intimidating, so powerful and Royal.

And you were his very own dove, the prettiest, most spoiled dove.

"Fuck you’re so wet and desperate, don’t cum yet" he said breathless then pulling out of you. You whined looking back at him and reaching your hand back to touch him but he held your wrist and pulled you on top of him.

"I did what you wished for my beautiful dove, now work for it like the little princess you are, take your throne"

You blinked away a few tears of frustration and grabbed onto his horns then seated yourself down, you were so close and just needed a couple of jumps in.

"Yes, just like that use me, use your prince" his words made your throat dry and your hips faster, he gripped your sides the whole time, digging his fingers into your soft flesh, edging you till your orgasm reached its peak and you came on his cock.

You still kept holding onto the horns, letting him thrust into your sensitive pussy until he finally came shortly after.

[ashdreams2023]

The prince

Summery: you’re a stark employee with a simple crush on Loki

Loki x fem reader {reader’s last name is Carter}

You’ve worked at the stark tower for over six months now, a desk job, nothing too glamorous, dealing with finances and was basically the only female in your department but you blended in.

And by blended in it meant you didn’t know how to stand out, you wore suits like everyone else, had your hair out of your face and wore your reading glasses for the majority of the time while you work.

Hunched over paperwork with your sleeves rolled up, everyone around you was planning to go drinking after work but you obviously couldn’t join because no matter how much you liked to believe you blend in you were still a woman in a male dominated department.

By the time you were done the whole department was empty, the walk down the hall to leave was quiet, your hair looked a mess and your jacket hanged loosely on your shoulders.

As you reached the elevator a door opened, you glanced briefly towards the door and phased for a good few seconds before looking back straight.

Loki’s tall frame stood beside you waiting for the elevator and all you could do was pretend like you weren’t hearing the sound of your pounding heart in your ear, you’ve always thought Loki was attractive but this was the first time you were this close to him.

You could smell the woody with a hint of lavender smell on him, maybe it was a perfume or were asgardians just born this way?

"To give you some peace of mind I don’t bite" he spoke making you instantly feel humiliated, he noticed how stiff you were.

After swallowing you stared down the floor, his boots looks shiny and they had some sliver lining "I’m sorry…" you mumbled.

Loki sighs and lifts your chin up with his finger, his green eyes scanned your features before wiping away something on your cheek "there an ink stain on your cheek"

You blushed immediately and tried to look for your mirror to check your face, this night couldn’t get anymore embarrassing.

The elevator opened just when you got your mirror out, he stepped in and watched checked your face in the small hand mirror, he smirked faintly before the doors closed and left you waiting once more.

After that night you noticed some things, nothing drastic but for example, the lunchroom trays were fuller than usual, the department didn’t stink of annoying overly strong men’s cologne.

"And everyone should dress accordingly, and I mean It you" your manager pointed at you as he announced the party that would be held in the tower.

For your defense you did try to dress up nice for events but you just…didn’t stand out? You were paid handsomely but you didn’t exactly understand what might suits you best.

Although one thing gave you hope, Loki was coming with his brother this time around, perhaps if you looked decent he’ll start conversation with you.

So that meant using the big guns…pepper.

The woman was fortunately so considerate and sweet, going as far as booking you a hair appointment and directed you to a boutique you could buy something nice from.

You remember seeing yourself for the first time after getting finished and thinking to yourself…"I look quite pretty" it left you feeling lighter, like a butterfly that finally came out of her cocoon.

You didn’t steal everyone’s attention like one of those movies but you indeed got a few smiles from some of the staff, you sat in one of the tables holding a glass of champagne and minding your business when you glanced up and saw him walking towards you.

Your heart skipped a beat at how nice he looked.

Loki the one person you always both admired and envied at the same time for his sense in fashion was smirking gently at you with an extended hand "Care for a dance miss Carter?"

At times like these you remember that Loki was a prince on his planet…surrounded by beautiful princess throwing themselves at him.

But here he was leading you on to a slow song, holding your waist firmly and looking down at you with playfully amusement "I thought this party would be a boring affair much like the ones stark usually hosts, they are just not my taste"

You found your voice shortly after "I…you must miss the parties back at Asgard…must’ve been entertaining there…"

He chuckled "perhaps but back home they don’t have cute little secretaries with ridiculously round glasses"

Loki managed to make you flush and quickly snorted at your resort to hid your face on his chest.

"Now you’re tempting me like this…or are you planning to seduce me with your antics and take me to your bed miss Carter? Is that your evil scheme all along?" He whispered into your ears.

Your fingers stretched on the fabric of his tailored vest "I’m not that bold"

"Are you sure?" He smirked pressing his forehead against yours.

You swallowed with your pupils wide, your body shivered staring back at his intense gaze, holding you firmly and shamelessly in place "if…you say my name…I’m yours to take"

His grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly before his lips moved and the sound of your name echoed in your ear softly like a soft bell in a late summer afternoon.

"Mine" he said.

[ashdreams2023]

Could I request Loki taking care of injured reader? Either happened on a mission or by some weird occurrence?

Loki taking care of injured reader

First off how dare you put yourself in danger like that?! And you dare to come injured as well

He’s frantically looking for any parts of you he can fix but soon realizes that you’re human and his magic can do so much

So there you were bandaged up and asked to take as much time to heal as possible

Loki won’t let you out if his sight, not even to the bathroom which proved to be an awkward affair with him waiting outside the door until you finished

"Do you need toilet paper?" "I’m good go away!"

Always makes sure your bandages are clean and changes them for you regularly

Feeds you lots of herbs because he knows they have some benefits to help the healing process

If he’s bored enough he’ll draw on your cast and by god it’s the most beautiful thing ever

Reads for you when you cuddle and tells you about the stories of him breaking his bones during wars and still coming back later like it’s nothing

"I may not be as irrational as my brother but trust I will take care of you better than any of those healers you call doctors here"

Would blast anyone who interrupts your sleeping and doesn’t matter if it’s a team member! (Except Natasha he doesn’t have a death wish)

When the casts are removed he almost throws the machine that cuts the cast out the window because he thought the doctor is gonna amputate your arm

"Loki no!" "I knew it! I can’t trust those barbaric people to treat you!" "That’s not-"

He’s forced to wait outside the office for the second round of cutting your cast and when you were finish he hugged you so tightly you thought you’ll break again

"Never worry me like that again!" "Ok ok!"

[ashdreams2023]

hey can I request some soulmate headcanons for loki pls? Im such a sucker for soulmate au’s lol

Babe me too!

Loki soulmate headcaons

Loki thought he had no soulmate, it took centuries, even though Thor assured multiple times that it’s not the end of the world

He was just secretly scared of being alone

But when he first saw you it was like a being struck by lightning and not Thor’s painful one

It felt like his body was weak and full of life for the first time ever

He makes it his mission to get you

Thor has never seen his brother so pumped up about someone like this before

Expect all his attention to be on you and follow you around like a stray cat

Let’s be real he is a stray cat, give him enough head scratches and food and he’s all yours

Would admire every single detail about you, like he would touched your hands brushes his lips over them and look at how delicate they are

Being near you makes him so calm he always ends up sleeping if you two cuddle

You always feel safe when he’s around, your anxiety decreases with his presences

It’s almost insane how much sleep he could get now and not feel restless afterwards

Sees you as nothing but perfect because the heavens know being his soulmate isn’t easy

"Will you forgive me my love?" "You’re lucky you’re cute"

Who dares says you’re not perfect, you’re his and he is yours, people should know their place when talking about you!

Always touching you in some sort of way because he feels a weird buzz when you’re not in eyesight

If you give him a kiss he will want more, it’s a losing battle so heads up

Places tons of protection charms and becomes really worried when he doesn’t know where you are

Sometimes he buys you random things to make you all giddy just because he can

Will buy you like one of those promise rings but expect something fancy

"You don’t have to do all of this you know"

"But I do, you’re my soulmate and handpicked for me, I shall treasure you as much as I see fit"

[ashdreams2023]

Hi there! Can I please request head-cannons for Loki dating a reader who is a teacher? ☺️

Of course! Fun fact my brother used to call me teacher for a long time because I said I wanted to be a teacher lol

Loki x teacher reader

He doesn’t think much of it when you first tell me, might ask what you teach and what not, standard questions

Sneaks looks into your planner for the semester and comments on your little notes

Enjoys more than he admits shopping to decorate your classroom, catch him at the filers and colorful flags section

He also helps you put everything together and sometimes sits there listening to you practice presenting a new lesson

If you happen to teach younger students boy oh boy they will for sure know him by the end of year, he will drop by because he wanted to have lunch with you or you forgot something and make the most dramatic entrance

As if it was teenagers baby you know you’ll be The new hot topic for a while cause what do you mean you’re dating the god of mischief?

If there were events at the school he’s ready to participate and show off

Sometimes you have him read in the library for the younger ones

He chuckles when you come back from work looking drained and drop yourself on him

He’s drawn some of your lesson plans

He may or may not have covered for you when you were sick so your students wouldn’t get substitutes (as yours may I add)

The students can always tell but chose to play along

You get asked about a lot, how you two met, why did you agree to date him?

He helps in grading assignments with you, he’s a tad more generous with grades when he sees some humor in the homework

Really likes the stickers, and enjoys making little gifts for your students

He judges you so bad if you give homework then complain about grading it lol

All the other teachers know about him and constantly tease you when he drops by to give you your lunch or take you out