#loki x genderfluid reader

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Genderfluidity & Loki's Bountiful Wardrobe

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader

Summary: In which the reader is dysphoric and Loki is incredibly helpful and comforting. Specifically, a genderfluid reader trying to adjust to accepting the fluid nature… of their gender… You know what, summaries are hard lol. Written as platonic <3.

Warnings: anxiety (possibly bordering on panic sometimes), descriptions of dizzy/fuzziness, dysphoria & some internalized transphobia (though the reader is unspecified in both birth and current gender identity so it's not too detailed)

Words: 1693

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You’d felt different ever since you’d woken up, maybe since last night if you were being honest. Something was off. Wrong.

No, you reminded yourself silently, guilt creeping into your brain. Not wrong. Just different. No matter how much you told yourself that, no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that everything you felt was fine and valid - it just didn’t seem to stick.

You’d pushed through the morning, avoiding mirrors as much as possible. You’d done your best to subtly align your appearance with how you felt today, but the anxiety of ‘what if the others notice? what if they ask questions?’ was too strong to do anything too obvious. You should tell them, you knew that. You thought they would understand, be kind at least. It might take some explaining, but eventually - 

The anxiety from the thought alone was too much. Not today; not yet. There really was only one person you knew would understand, but the confidence required to come clean seemed too daunting on its own.

The afternoon got harder. Maybe it was one too many gendered compliments, or the ridiculous decision to color coordinate the cupcakes at lunch, blue and pink, and being offered the wrong one, but it was too much. You hid in a maintenance closet (this really needed to stop before it became a habit… who are you kidding, it already was) and took some breaths, hoping the worst of it would pass.

Well, today might as well be as good as any other, you were going to have to face it sometime. And they would understand, that was a given.

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It still took you a solid 45 minutes to hype yourself up enough. But now that you were standing in front of Loki’s door, it didn’t feel like you’d waited long enough. You stared at the greyish material as the minutes ticked by. What was this door made of anyway? Was that metal? Or just opaque plexiglass? Possibly an alloy…

You jumped a good three feet in the air at the sound of Jarvis speaking your name, the small light from the overhead camera blinking lazily.

“Mr. Laufeyson has inquired whether you would like to come inside or continue evaluating the structural integrity of his door.”

You winced at the mildly disapproving tone that tainted the AI’s speech. Jarvis was fed up with you. Great. You noted the use of Loki’s pronouns and breathed a sigh of relief that you would not have to ask. You always did, of course, but conversation was difficult and you liked to have as little of it as possible. Possibly using Jarvis to inform everyone subtly of your identity… Not yet. You stood up a bit straighter and took a breath.

A quiet ‘open’ called from inside, the door swung open, and you started.

“Oh don’t act surprised,” came the smooth yet lazy voice from inside the room, “You’d already decided to come in.” You rolled your shoulders a bit as you barely entered the room.

"Hey, Lokes," you started, anxiously smiling at him draped over an armchair.

"Peasant," he said simply, though there was no venom behind it and it sounded more like an endearment than an insult.

"Oh don't start," you laughed but sent him a glare, slowly inching more into the room. He looked up from the gigantic book on his lap and grinned.

"Apologies, darling," he laughed. "What can I do for you?"

Ha. Right. That. The door clicked shut behind you and you spun around just in time to see Jarvis’ warbling blue sphere disappear from the wall screen, leaving the both of you alone.

You turned back to the person who was watching you with a slight hint of amusement, and you smiled again, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. His face softened, seemingly understanding you instantly. 

"You're troubled," he stated, not asking. He closed the large book with a soft thunk and stood, though not moving to you. You chuckled tensely. 

"When am I not troubled?," you shrugged.

He shook his head slightly, a small grin pulling at his lips. “I am quite good at reading you, love, but I may need you to specify the current problem.”

You weren’t sure if that made you feel more or less uneasy and you shifted your feet a bit, your eyes drifting to the heavy book now laying on the impossibly-spotless glass coffee table. Brown leather, though perhaps it had been redder at some point. Repaired cracks along the spine, the stitching visible through the outer cover. Scratched gold gilding the cover-

“Darling.” You flinched hard at his hands on your shoulders, him suddenly in front of you. He went to pull back, but after looking at your face for a moment, thought better of it and left his hands gently resting on your shoulders, a breathing room of nearly arm's length between you.

His voice was impossibly soft when he spoke again.

"What do you need, love?"

You let out a quick, breathy laugh. "Nothing, really. Just wanted to see you." Right. Lying. Always helpful. You shook your head, taking a breath and trying again. "I just, I don't know. I was wondering - I was wondering if you; or if I could, well if you had-"

His hands moved to the middle of your shoulders, closer to your neck, the pressure of them increasing as he let the weight of his arms press down on you, grounding you. The shockingly instant relief swept over you, and he moved his palms to gently rub up and down your arms.

"Breathe. Take your time."

Of course, whenever he told you to breathe, you stopped. What else was the logical reaction? You closed your eyes, too hazy to be embarrassed. The room was quiet, the muffled outside noise creeping in. Shuffling footsteps, a phone ringing somewhere down the hall. A coffee machine bubbling…

Your breathing had slowed again, so thankfully now you had the clarity to be embarrassed as the heat crept up your neck. Wonderful. You opened your eyes and looked up at him sheepishly, a small smile barely tugging at your lips as you questioned what you were supposed to do now. 

He laughed softly at your uncertainty before his face returned to a neutral concern. 

“Now try again,” he prompted gently, removing his hands from your shoulders and stepping back once, as if physically giving you room to think. You took a breath.

"I just, I don't feel like I normally do. I'm still me, but different? Or maybe I've always felt like this, and I was just pretending? Or, I'm pretending now? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened. Maybe I just want attention. But I don't want anyone to know. Or maybe I'm just-"

"Darling?," he interrupted gently, though there was the slightest hint of amusement in his tone.

"Hm?"

"Spiraling."

"Right. Sorry."

He shook his head, a soft smile on his face. "You need not apologize," he put his hands back on your shoulders and pulled you close to his chest, resting his cheek on the top of your head and wrapping his arms snugly around you. He had apparently deemed his earlier strategy of distance a failure. "Just take a breath. And try again." 

You took a dramatically deep breath but said nothing, instead opting to hide your face against him.

He seemed to take pity on you as he let his head lean slightly to one side, considering you.

"Are we trying different pronouns?," he prompted and you pulled back slightly to look up at him, surprised.

"Well you don't beat around the bush, do you?," you laughed, trying to cover up the wave of anxiety, or maybe it was relief, that shuddered through you.

"Why should I?,” he inquired, as if the very idea of being embarrassed about these things was foreign to him. Though given what you’d overheard of his conversations with some of the others, you guessed that was for your benefit. 

“So, are you?," he asked slowly, leaning back again and drawing your focus back to him.

"Yeah, I guess," you mumbled, hesitant. 

His hands clapped together suddenly, making you jump a bit. "Wonderful! What are you going with?"

He was smiling like a giddy child, seeming genuinely excited and you didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You told him what you were leaning towards and he grinned as you continued quickly, as though if you stopped for breath you would lose your nerve.

"I also kind of wanted to see if I could borrow some different clothes. And maybe just hang out with you for a bit? I don't know if I'm ready for anyone else yet."

His smile had softened and he was staring at you now, making you squirm.

"Why are you looking at me like that?," you chuckled awkwardly. 

His grin widened a fraction before he shook it off. "No reason. Come on," he said, grabbing your hands and pulling you along. "I have quite the variety of outfits," he said with a tweak of his eyebrow and you grinned. That he most certainly did.

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He helped you pick something that made you unbelievably comfortable, accentuating and hiding in turn what you felt needed to be. He was offering passive but very helpful suggestions along the way. At one point, he stood behind you at the mirror, his long arms wrapped around your middle, and you caught him looking at you like that again; like he thought you were the most perfect thing he’d seen, as if he were immensely proud of you, and you dropped your head to hide the hot tears you felt threatening your eyes. You felt him chuckle behind you, his arms tightening protectively as he pressed a kiss to your head.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with him. He somehow managed to give you very obviously gendered pet names and compliments that aligned with your current chosen pronouns, while also not making a big deal of it. He kept you on a steady supply of snacks and hot drinks as you watched movies.

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A/N: hehehehehehe nooo I’m not projecting🙃🤍. I know dysphoria and gender fluidity are different for everyone so this can’t fully represent everyone’s experience.

If I could improve it in some way or if something was unintentionally offensive, please let me know! I hope it was at least a little comforting even if it’s a bit messy :) 💜

[emptyultimatum]

GOOD GIRL

Avenger Loki x gender neutral!reader In which Loki changes things up a little

~ SMUT!! [ fingering, praise, light breast play, light oral, references to vaginal s3x ]

~ TW!! [ character injury but mild ]

I meant it as a joke, you thought to yourself, half ruefully, half gleefully. But as the quivering, spread legs before you revealed a dripping, fluttering cunt, you could hardly call your thoughts regret. 

It all started with the mission. Twenty-four escaped convicts, an easy night out for the Avengers. Technically, it was below Avenger status (not exactly world-saving, after all), but Tony was trying to make a good impression on the U.S. government, so the superhuman heroes spent a lot of time running errands for the White House. You and Peter were on it, an easy fix. Honestly, either one of you could’ve done it alone. 

You went left, Spider-Man went right. There were supposed to be an even split, but the numbers changed too quickly to communicate. You soared over the frigid treetops, angel wings beating the air, when a harpoon speared through your feathers. You crashed to the ground, keening with pain. 

Six criminals got away. Peter handled the other eighteen, but the damage was done. They sent Vision after the last six and helicoptered the two of them back to Stark Towers. 

Loki, as one can imagine, was distraught. 

“What happened? Parker, who did this to her? She needs medical assistance—”

“What do you think I’m trying to do, Curlicues?” Tony Stark gestured to the corner with his chin. “Go over there and sit like a good girl.”

An unfamiliarly dangerous spark lit Loki’s features. You cocked your head curiously through the pain, but Tony blew him a kiss. Loki hissed through his teeth, but backed off, letting Tony scan your gaping wound.

“You know, I always wondered if these things were illusions,” Tony mused, tapping on his holographic screens. “They appear out of nowhere, it doesn’t make sense, unless—” 

“Pocket dimension,” you gritted, as Bruce Banner and Tony snapped their fingers in unison. 

“That does make sense,” Bruce said brightly.

A red syringe-shaped arm popped out of the side of the medical bed. It blasted freezing nanoparticles over the gash in your wing, then retracted. Enhanced healing patches were placed over the bruises and road rash along your arm and thighs, and Tony gave you a jar of skin-repair salve for later. A few adrenaline injections to the arm later, and you were feeling much better. 

“Can I see my boyfriend now? He might tear a hole through all nine realms if you don’t let him check on me,” you rolled your eyes, beckoning Loki over. 

He pushed past Tony, elbowing him out of the way. “Darling, are you okay?”

“You’re welcome,” Stark said. “No problem. I’ll just go over here and lick my ass, I guess.”

“Yes, do that,” Loki muttered. Tony winked at him, deadpan. 

“I’m much better,” you reassured him, flexing the wing and drawing his attention. “I heal quickly, remember? The worst was the pain, but it won’t linger.” 

“Good. Then let’s get to your bed. You need rest.” Loki scooped you up. The world wavered in a flash of green, blinding and strong, and suddenly they were back in their old, cozy room. A sweater lay, forgotten, on a chair. A few snack wrappers and… other kinds of wrappers lay scattered about the floor. 

“Oh it’s a mess,” you smacked your forehead. “Good thing they healed me in the med bay and not here.” 

“I’ll clean it up, don’t worry,” he assured you, his eyes sincere. “Just take it easy, dearest.” 

“What’s got you all worried, Lo?” you laughed, cupping his cheek. “I’m fine. I’ve been hurt worse before.” 

“Yes, but that was before we were together. Additionally, I fear I’m facing some… insecurity, as it were.” He glanced away, cheeks pinking. 

“Insecurity? About what?” 

“I- nothing. It’s no matter. We shall discuss later,” he brushed you off, standing. “Please, let me clean for you.” 

You grinned up at him. “If you say so. Thanks for cleaning for me, Loki. You’re such a good girl.” 

You put a growl on it, a low, sultry purr. The tone of voice you usually said good boy or beg for me in. You meant it as a joke, a demeaning one, a call back to Tony’s patronizing snub. 

Instead, you saw something liquify in Loki’s eyes. That same look he got when his cock was in your hands, or your teeth were sinking into his skin. 

And being yourself, you capitalized on it. 

“Do you like that?” you cooed, arching an eyebrow. “Do you want to be my pretty girl, Loki? My good little obedient princess?”

Oh, you had him cornered. His bottom lip trembled with thinly held control, his eyes darting back and forth, warring with himself. 

You reached up, pulling him back down, so that he kneeled before her. You locked his gaze with her own. 

“If you want to be my good girl,” you said gently, “You can.”

Loki shuddered, and slowly, his shoulders began to slough down and round off. His frame turned slighter, more slender, and his chest swelled. He was daintier, but still with the shoulder-length choppy hair and wild silver eyes. He was no he at all. She was Loki. A tall, wiry, masc Loki, with a dripping mess between her legs. 

Loki whimpered as you laughed aloud, running your hands through that silky black hair. “Oh, you pretty girl, so many tricks up your sleeve! Why don’t you strip for me, so we can see what pretty trick you have up your pants.”

You had never seen Loki undress so quickly. 

And so, here you were, Loki breathless and growling beneath you, your fingers sliding into Loki’s slippery, throbbing mess. You curled your fingers acutely, and Loki bucked up into your hand. 

“Naughty,” you cooed. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. Stay still.”

“Please, love,” Loki begged, her cheeks flushed red. “Please let me cum.” 

“Behave,” you scolded. “And maybe I’ll consider it.” 

Loki let out the prettiest keening sound you’d ever heard. You giggled, leaning forward, wrapping your lips around Loki’s pulsating clit. You sucked, hard, and she moaned again, her legs clamping around your head.

“Is this the insecurity you were dealing with, pet?” you asked, stroking the pad of your thumb over Loki’s sensitive, aching clit. “Were you lost?” 

She nodded, eyes screwed shut with pleasure and humiliation. “I wasn’t sure how you’d —fuck— react.” 

You smiled, running your hand flat up her belly, cupping a tender breast, and squeezing. “Pretty girl. I’d never want you to be anything less than yourself.” 

Her eyes opened, beautiful and silver as always. Loki smiled up at you, holding your hand over her breast. “Sweet love,” she murmured. 

“Besides,” you gave her a sharklike smile. “Now I get to fuck you. Spread your legs.” 

With a whimper, she complied. 

[plscallmeeren]

H E A D C A N O N S

Loki Laufeyson / Odinson x Reader

Request: no just feeling in love

Summary: completely mixed batch of romantic headcanons including fluff, smut and some toxic things that would probably come into play at some point

Warnings: some general sexual stuff but nothing rough lol; mentions of extreme jealousy etc

Word Count: about 1K

He loves recommending books to you and talking about them afterward. It used to be him accidentally gushing about a book (usually poetry or fairy tales) and at some point you just started reading them without him knowing. Eventually he gave up on keeping the titles secret.

At first he was put off when you weren't too submissive during sex, but he adopted the "treat her like a Queen" idea and now, without diminishing his own pride, he looks forward to worshipping you every day.

He loves dancing - spinning you around the room, slow steps, but very close - anything. If you are in a room filled with of people he can show you off, but alone it is just as intimate.

When he's insecure, he can revert to considering himself superior. You generally let him be aloof for a while before addressing the problem directly, but it's a struggle every time to make him admit why he has low self esteem.

He has a treasured copy of Nordic fairy tales with beautiful illustrations that he shows only you. He lets you tenderly flip the pages, in awe at wonders like forest fairies, nymphs, glamorous witches and hags alike. Not like Thor, that 'oaf'.

One night, you sat on the edge of the your shared bed, legs bare, teasing him for how desperately he wanted you. He knelt before you, whispering "please", kissing his way up from your ankle to your thigh on one leg.

Loki hates it when she is a woman and is handles awkwardly at first. You have a habit of immediately talking to her or circling an arm around her waist when she enters the room so that she can't worry to the point of turning back into a male body.

He loved hearing his name from your lips as he pleasures you: "Loki, Loki, Loki". It is only right for a god to be subject to whispered prayer.

He makes fun of/critiques Thor a lot, but in quieter moments he loves telling childhood stories and Thor's adventures. On darker days he will ask whether you're sure you wouldn't prefer Thor - after all, everyone else did.

He lives to kiss you. It sounds dopey, but anywhere, anytime, in front of everyone - kissing you on the lips, on your neck, hair, chest, arms, especially hands. Anything to taste you, to feel as close as possible.

She feels particularly sound in her own body when you fuck her as a woman. When she's spread out before you, bare, there's no hiding who she is, and you are more than happy to ravage her as much as their common body.

Loki doesn't need much sleep. At night, he sometimes feels lonely and yearns for the halls of Asgard. He cries quietly in bed, careful not to wake you. Some days, he retreats to the library and sobs, cries absorbed by surrounding stories.

Tea. Tea. Tea. Always. And every time he makes a cup for himself, you get one, too. He knows your favourites and which ones you like at what time of day.

He writes you letters. Love letters full of poems - some of his own hand and others quoted - and confessions. Every swooping letter is drawn with careful precision, every reference a new find from the library in honour of you. Such a hopeless romantic. When you write such letters back, leaving them with him before he wakes, he almost sheds tears of bliss.

If you have tattoos or scars or burns - anything of the like - he will trace them, stare at them as he comes, turned on endlessly by every unique mark on your body. All his. No one else knows every freckle like him.

He is possessive. He always has been, and as much as you try and calm him and prevent jealousy... sometimes he yells at you for talking to someone else too much. Sometimes he whispers that you have betrayed him like his father. Sometimes you find him searching through your things; what for, you will never know.

Loki loves your laugh, and he will do the most ridiculous things to earn it. Before knowing you, he would have considered every antic and joke beneath him and embarrassing, but he hardly cares anymore. That is, until Thor laughs so loud from beside you that he can't hear anything at all.

Stargazing. He points out every constellation, knows every myth - some are inspired by people he knows.

He reads to you. He takes you on surprise picnics and plans fancy evenings.

He loved how you see through his lies and tall tales, but take him seriously or laugh anyway. Every one of them has a grain of truth, after all, and it doesn't make him untrustworthy.

He doesn't really swear, but secretly likes it when you sound harsh talking to others.

Loki will talk about your future all the time, especially after making love, rambling on about your house, lifestyle, garden, parties.

You talk for hours at once, incorrigible.

No one can calm him down like you. The moment you touch his arm when he's yelling at Thor or anyone else, it ceases, but he sometimes pretends to be angry a bit longer, just enough to get to your room and keep his pride in front of the others.

Loki loves you. Selflessly. Eternally. Insatiably.

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

A trickster god, known for being neither fully good nor evil since his main aim was always to create chaos.

[lokidanger]

Y/N: So, do I have a girlfriend or a boyfriend today?.

Loki: Neither.

Y/N: Good! Just a partner then :)

Loki:...

Loki: We're not even dating??.

[mymreaderlibrary]

Loki Laufeyson x mortal m!reader imagine

(They/Them is used for Loki)

Loki lays in bed with their human lover, y/n, who is fast asleep. The human rests his head against Loki’s chest as the god pets his hair. While twirling the strands around their fingers and silently admiring their lover, Loki is suddenly given pause. Some of y/n’s hair is beginning to turn grey.

[fruityspaceboy]

Y/N: Can you return this, it’s what I was gonna wear on our honeymoon night *grins and hand him a bag*

Loki: *opens it* Nothing in here but black nail polish *stares at his boyfriend*

Y/N: Suffer *maliciously smiles and slut walks away*

Loki: *dramatically gasps*

[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.

[timelessstardust99]

My Beautiful Asgardian Girlfriend | Loki x Fem! Reader

Note: Loki is canonically Gender fluid both in the MCU and In Norse Mythology, and we don't really get to see it in the MCU universe, so here is some Genderfluid Loki content. He's also canonically Bisexual as well, so yay! Also, the reader, even when Loki is in his male form, is still taller than him.

Pairing: Loki x Female! Reader (The Reader is hyperactive and very social whilst Loki is very anti-social. The Reader is also Midgardian and the Younger sister of Tony.)

Characters: Tony, Pepper, Loki, Thor, & Reader

Warning: None

Just some fluffy wholesome moments with our very dramatic goddess 😍

Loki nervously fiddled with her fingers. She was pacing inside of hers and Y/N shared room in Stark Tower. This was the first time she had shape shifted into one of her older forms from her time on Asgard. She knew her older brother would always love her for being herself, but what would the Avengers think? Especially her outgoing and fun loving girlfriend. Y/N didn't know she could shape shift into a woman, surely the younger Stark wouldn't just leave her, right? Just because she was showing this side of her?

The young Asgardian jumped when she heard a knock on their door, then Thor's voice came through, "Brother, are you up?" Thor spoke, opening the door and peaking his head in, to see the nervous being in the middle of the room. Thor's eyes made contact with his sisters and he grinned. "Sister! It has been a long time since I saw this form!" Thor said, walking in, the grin still on his face. Loki gave him a small shy smile, Thor frowned. "Are you alright Sister?" He asked. Loki sighed.

"This is the first time I've been in this form on Midgard Brother," Loki's soft and silky voice met Thor's ears. He missed his sister's calming voice. "And you and I know Midgardian's aren't as accepting of this. What if the others judge me? What if Y/N judges me?" Loki voiced her concerns, tugging at the hem of her green knitted sweater Y/N and Pepper had made her years ago. Thor put his giant hand on the younger beings shoulder, causing Loki to look up at him with those big puppy dog eyes. Somehow she looks so much more innocent in this form.

"Do not fret sister, I'm positive the others will not judge you. After everything we have been through, I'm sure they'd be accepting of you. Especially Y/N. She loves you." Thor reassured his sister, who looked as though she was about to cry at his words. Loki was lucky to have a brother like him, even if they were adopted, Thor treated Loki the same after everything she had put him through. Loki went forwards and hugged her brother tightly, his arms wrapping around her in a protective manner, his lips kissing the top of her hair. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment she was having with her older brother.

Thor pulled away, holding her by her shoulders as he grins down at the small woman, who smiled up at him. "Now, let's go and see everyone! I'm sure they'd love to see you today sister!" He exclaimed with happiness, grabbing her hand and walking out of the room with Loki shouting in laughter at her brother's pure strength.

As the two siblings came to the part of Stark Tower where the others were located, the two stopped as they watched Y/N laughed with her older brother, Tony, as they were by the built in bar, both of them having drinks of their own. Loki watched them with a smile, Pepper was next to Tony, shaking her head at something Tony had said.

"I'm still shocked you and Loki had gotten together," was the sentence the two siblings heard, Loki's hand now pulled away from Thor's. Loki was confused on why she was put into the conversation. Y/N chuckled with a dreamy look.

"What can I say? He's the embodiment of perfect," Y/N admitted with a soft voice. Tony chuckled. Loki blushed at that.

"I'm sure he is, but he's not my type," Tony joked. Pepper smacked her partners shoulder with a laugh, Y/N laughed along with her.

Thor then cleared his voice, causing Loki's eyes to widen before she hid behind her brother's giant form. The two Stark's and Pepper looked over to him, Y/N grinning up at her best friend.

"Thor!" She exclaimed, waving at him.

"Hey point break, where's Reindeer Games?" Tony spoke, both siblings had the same dull expressions on their face. When would Tony ever stop calling them those stupid names? Thor shook those thoughts away and gave the two women and Tony a huge grin. He turned to Y/N who had gotten up from her seat next to her brother, confused on why Loki wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Yeah, where is Loki? Is he alright?" She asked in concern. Thor put one of his hands behind him, taking one of his sisters smaller hands into his larger one. Asking for permission to introduce her to them.

"Yes, she is alright Lady Y/N," That caught the three's attention. Y/N looked over towards her brother and soon to be sister in law, then back to Thor.

"She?" Y/N questioned, Thor merely grinned at her, squeezing his sister's hand, telling her it was alright to come out. Loki sighed, before peaking out from behind Thor, her longer messy raven locks cascading down her shoulders as her emerald green optics made contact with E/C's own eyes. Y/N's eyes widened in shock, looking at the woman before her. Tony, upon seeing the new form choked on his drink causing Pepper to pat his back.

"Are you okay Tony?" Pepper asked him, he nodded, trying to stop his coughing fit.

The two women stared at each other, one with curiosity and shock, the other with nervousness and fear. Y/N reached a hand out and stroked the others cheek with gentle touches, before moving closer. She looked over at Thor, who looked at the Midgardian and his sister with a smile.

"Lady Y/N, Lady Pepper, and Man of Iron," Thor used Tony's old nickname, causing Loki to stifle her laughter as Tony glared at him, still coughing and trying to regulate his breathing to normal, "meet, Lady Loki, my sister," Y/N turned to Loki in shock, before a grin formed on her lips.

"I forget how amazing you are Loki," She said, cupping the shorter female's cheek. She then turned to her brother and Pepper, "Look how fucking badass my Girlfriend is Tony," She exclaimed happily before wrapping her arms around Loki in a tight embrace, before looking over to Pepper, "You're badass too Peps, don't forget that!" She said.

Loki laughed at the affection, kissing the others cheek with shyness. Y/N grinned and kissed Loki all over her cheek, before holding her with an arm over her shoulders. "Now I know what we're going to do. Pepper and I are going to take Loki on a shopping spree to get her some new clothing for when she shifts to her female counterpart!" Loki stared at her in shock.

"Love, you don't --" She was cut off.

"Nuh-uh, this is what we're doing." Y/N didn't let her finish before walking towards Pepper so the two could change into day clothes for their trip to the mall. Loki looked at Tony, who went back to drinking his alcohol, he looked at her with a smirk.

"Yeah, you're not getting out of that Reindeer Games," He said. Loki was still waiting for Tony's judgment.

"Your... Okay with me looking like this?" Tony looked at her with a raised brow.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're comfortable right?" Loki nodded, "then I see no reason to judge you for being yourself. Anyways, I gotta get back to work. Have fun with my sister and Pepper, you're gonna need it," he chuckled, before exiting the room. Thor put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him.

"See, I told you, they wouldn't judge you Sister." Thor said, causing her to smile. This was the perfect outcome of finally coming out to Y/N and her family. They still viewed her the same.

I might make a part two to this, but not sure. How was it? Was it good? Hopefully I didn't make them ooc. These are also happy endings, nothing bad with Thanos happened in this. Everyone's happy.

[river13245]

"Its always been you" pt 4

Navigation / Marvel Masterlist

Warnings: NONE

(authors note: This one I feel is short. I will probably make this longer in the future but I have other things to write. So enjoy this, I rather love this one. Its a nice ending to this story)

You watch as Wanda leaves to go talk to Natasha and once you take a deep breath you walk over to where Loki was sitting.

Loki was sitting with his brother at the table farthest across the room. Thor had a huge glass of whatever alcohol he was interested in at the moment filled to the brim of it. If it were anyone else on the team you would have told them to go easy on the drinking but since hes a literal god and it takes alot more than that to get him drunk you let it slide.

As you push through people and avoid some others you finally make it over to them. Thor looks over Loki's shoulder causing him to turn their head towards you. "is everything alright y/n?" they ask as if they don't already know what happened over there with Peter.

Laughing and rolling your eyes you speak "don't act as if you didn't listen into the conversation Loki" they shrug "I don't have any idea what you are talking about" You place your hand on his back lightly "of course you don't. Luckily that not what I came over to ask. What I came to ask was if you would like to dance"

Thor smiled brightly as if he was the one getting asked and before Loki could say anything Thor responds "of course they will." Loki turns to glare at his brother but then looks at you as you held out your hand. "of course I would" they place their hand into yours as the both of you walk to where the dance floor is.

As you walked past people and got to your spot people had glanced over at the both of you. People whether they were just normal citizens of earth or the team, some were still cautious of Loki and their past. There was whispers of "oh my god", and some of "what's an avenger doing dancing with him"

The both of you heard this and Loki almost said something but with your hand in his they couldn't care less. As if on cue a slow song began to play throughout the party and couples all got together. Loki has placed their hands on your shoulders while yours went to his waist. "This is the closest I think we have ever been together"

Smiling softly you shake your head "we have cuddled before and i think thats closer than this." He shrugs "I just meant that like outside of our own homes this is the closest we have been"

Nodding in agreement you pull them closer to you and their arms wrap around your neck now as you look down at them. At the close proximity you wouldn't be surprised if Loki could hear the way your heart is pounding. Or how you are having to take deep breaths in through your nose to push back your nerves.

Then as if Loki could read your mind, the second he noticed your eyes look at their lips he pulls you in close to him and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is rather soft but possessive, Their lips being soft from them taking care of them not letting them get chapped. Your hand goes to the side of their face holding them there for a few moments.

When you both begin to pull away to catch your breaths you lick your lips slightly. "Loki" you say breathlessly as your eyes are trying to let him know all the things you feel for them. He nods "Took you long enough darling"

There was no sadness or any hint of rudeness in what he said besides teasing a little. "I know I'm sorry it took me so long to realize all the ways i feel for you" They shake their head and looks at you "I'm a god y/n, I could have and would have waited as long as it took for you to realize that you're the one I've always wanted. Its always been you"

Leaning in again you captured his lips against your own. This time it was longer, their hands began to wander up and down your body and when you pull away the team and your friends clap as if this was a show and they had finally watched the ending. Little did they know this was only the beginning.

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You both had spent the rest of the night dancing and having people come up to you congratulating you.

Natasha came up to you saying "Finally. I was growing tired of all of us having bets on which one would break first"

Thor came up to his brother clasping him on his shoulder "i told you that you would get the guy." Thor began to ramble about embarrassing stories which caused Loki to make a portal underneath him that lead to thor's place here on earth.

Peter even came up to the both of you. Loki had wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. Peter looked at you and smiled "I'm glad you two finally found each other. There is no hard feelings. At least not with me" The both of you nodded and he walked off.

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This was the end of a chapter but not the end of a book. The both of you still have lots of stories to tell and things to live through. But you will do them together and that's the beauty of it.

[yummygender]

Kinktober day 5: Pegging

Loki x Reader

Gender Is What Strap-On You Use

Loki smiled as he watched you slip on your new strap, his eyes bulging out of his head once he got a better look of the thickness of it. The thick green strap seemingly bigger then what the poor god was used to.

“You ok?”

Loki stared up at you as he quickly stripped off his clothes and got on his knees.

“Mhm…”

“Aww…you like this?”

“Mhm…”

You chuckled as you grabbed a lube and applied it to his strap. His shivering and shaking as they prepared themselves.

“Good little prince…deep breaths…”

Loki obeyed as he obediently took deep breaths.

“Aww…what a good little thing~”

You lined up and slowly began to thrust as the passion began to quickly grow, Loki’s whimpers and whines filling the room as you laughed.

“Good boy…or is it good girl?”

“Darling…fuck…”

“Awww…”

The thrusting continued as they snuggled up against each other while the slapping of skin filled the room. Loki’s soft whimpers and whines tan shivers down your spine as you grabbed his hair.

“You’re whimpering like a little girl~”

“Darling…”

You hummed softly as you glanced down at Loki, flipping him on his back which only made the trickster moan louder.

“Whaaaattt??”

“You seem to be flip flopping between genders right now…more quicker than usual…”

“Well…I-ahhh~”

“Yeah? You were saying?”

Your thrusts grew more aggressive as Loki melted under your hold.

“Ugh…you really wanna know?”

You chuckled darkly in his ear as they shivered underneath your body.

“Well, to b-be ho-honest…haaa…g-gender is what strap-on you use~”

“Ohhh…then cum for me~”

Loki obeyed as they moaned, seed spilling all over the bed as you pulled out and smacked his bottom.

“Good little thing~”

You slipped off your strap and gently kissed his neck as you brushed his raven hair away from his body.

[anabellelycan]

Me reading Loki smut

My mom barging into my room: what are you doing?

Me:

[lokidanger]

Genderfluid Loki imagines || Male!Reader is a tired college student.

I SAID I WAS GONNA WRITE SOMETHING WITH LOKI, AND I WILL. MWAHAHA

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Quick note: Loki is Genderfluid, so expect me to use she/he/they on them.

🐍 Loki doesn't understand much the struggles of Midgardian academics, but they know it stresses you out.

🐍 They remind you to take breaks, and make sure you're hydrated.

🐍 If you take a break, she'll offer you to lay on her and cuddle.

🐍 They'll study the subject behind your back so they can help you.

🐍 "How do you know this?." "Oh, please Y/N, I'm a god. This is easy knowledge for me."

🐍 It's not easy knowledge for them.

🐍 Sometimes you'll find some of your works already done, but you know it wasn't you.

🐍 If one of your works is norse mythology, he'll be ecstatic to help.

🐍 If you study something related to art, he'll try and convince you to draw him.

🐍 If you study something related with animals, she'll offer to shapeshift into them for you... However they'll all have that little horned crown she has.

🐍 You can bet Loki tried threatening your professors to let you pass.

🐍 You didn't let her.

🐍 They'll make sure to organize all your books, and notes.

🐍 They cuddle you as you study.

🐍 They'll get very cocky if you ask for help. They'll brag about it for days.

That's all I was able to think about, sorry pff. I'm still pretty rusty with writing, haven't done it since I was 15... I'm about to be 21.

I just want to go back to my old Loki obsessed self skxbdk.

[aurora-starwars]

Love That Could Have Been

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader, Sylvie x fem!reader?

Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Sad? Reader is just talked about, not present, mostly just angst

A/N: Wrote this a while ago, here you go!

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“What about you? Any Princesses? Or perhaps, princes?”

“A little bit of both.” Loki responded, eyebrows furrowed, looking to be deep in thought, seeming with mournful eyes.

Sylvie looked at Loki with a curious gaze, trying to figure out what the variant was thinking. She waited a moment before choosing to change the subject, but before she could open her mouth, she was cut off.

“Well… There was someone..” He mumbled, full of uncertainty and regret.

“Who?” Sylvie gently asked, not wanting to push.

Loki observed how Sylvie tilted her head trying to show her curiosity. He noticed a look in her eyes, a look of hope, love, and… Recognition? He wasn’t sure… Did she know who he was talking about?

“She- She was my everything.”

Something flickered in Sylvie’s eyes as he said that. Her head whipped up so fast he thought she might get whiplash and her eyes went wide, begging him to continue. After a moment of silence due to Loki’s surprise, Sylvie started, eyes pleading him to elaborate.

“She?” Sylvie offered.

“Yeah, She. She was the best thing I had.” He paused and looked at Sylvie, who looked down, reminiscing of something. Her eyes soft, which was new to him considering how she wouldn’t even trust him to stay on guard while she slept.

Now Loki was curious; what or who was she thinking of? Loki continued after receiving an eager nod from Sylvie, beckoning him to keep going.

“She was always there. Always on my side. Other than my mother, and I suppose my brother, she was the only one to truly love me, for me. There were three people in this world, or I guess timeline,”

Sylvie nodded at his recognition.

“that actually loved me. And she loved me the most. Even when she was not there, I felt loved.”

Loki looked up with happy, lovesick eyes and smiled before his expression dropped.

Sylvie had a look of sympathy in her eyes, like she understood; and maybe she did.

“She was an girl from another realm, a princess actually.”

At this Sylvie’s head shot up from looking at the wooden table with wide eyes. If she wasn’t already listening, she was now.

“I knew her ever since we were young. You see, since she was princess, she would often come on Royal business with her mother. So, when both of us weren’t needed we would go off on our own. Even then I had a fascination for her.” Loki boasted.

Sylvie and Loki both smiled at the thought of her.

“And her name was-“

“[Name].” Sylvie sighed, cutting him off. A saddened look plastered upon her pale face. Shock rippled through Loki as she finished his sentence.

“[Name]- Yeah- Wait, hang on. How do you know [Name]?”

Loki asked adamantly, unbelieving that Sylvie, a runaway Loki variant, knew the love of his life.

“Believe it or not, I am still a Loki variant. I knew [Name]. She used to come to Asgard when I was little too. We used to so much together. I often asked for her to stay over and we would have sleepovers…”

Sylvie said, mumbling the last sentence.

Crossing her arms and resting them on the table, she smiled at the table before sighing. Her eyes darting around as if to not keep eye contact. The comfort she once had seemingly left her body; like a criminal leaving a crime site.

Loki was gazing at the table, the corners of his lips quirked upward softly. His chest rose and fell in a calm and steady rhythm, like he was at peace just thinking about the princess.

“I… I asked her to marry me.”

Loki said slowly, eyes flickering between Sylvie and the table. Sylvie gently rested her head on the table over her crossed arms. Sylvie brought her eyes to meet Loki’s, nodding slowly, letting him know to continue.

“She was on Asgard and we had been together for a few years by then…”

Loki let a long breath and softy smiled.

“She had just been talking with Thor regarding Asgard’s allies and I asked if I could pull her away for a moment,”

Loki paused, sighing before continuing.

“When Thor agreed, I took her to the garden. There was just the most beautiful flowers there, it was perfect. She…She looked curious and ever so slightly concerned. She- She really cares about me.”

Loki said smiling, whispering the last part softy, like a well kept secret.

“I told her that she was the best thing that ever happened to me, and that ever since I was young, she was always there for me.”

Sylvie smiled softly, and nodded gently, as a sign she was listening.

“I got down on one knee and pulled out this beautiful gold ring that held an emerald. She looked at me like I was pranking her, but none-the-less, she had tears swelling in her eyes. I said ‘[Name], you have cause me the most joy I have ever had and I hope I can cause you that much joy, forever more…Will you marry me?’” Loki finished.

Sylvie watched Loki closely, waiting for [Name]’s answer.

“Well?” Loki looked at Sylvie and chuckled softly.

“Well… She didn’t believe me at first…” Loki chuckled, a look of fondness in his eyes.

“I don’t blame her,” He continued.

“I am the God of Mischief. After she looked at me like I was pranking her, she pulled me up and kissed me. Saying how if I were lying that she wouldn’t talk to me for a month.” Loki said, chuckling again.

“I said that I would never joke about this. And instantly she said, ‘yes’.” Loki said, beaming at Sylvie

Sylvie smiled back at him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Loki noticed this, tilting his head slightly, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sylvie avoided his watchful eye, finding the table in front of her suddenly very interesting.

“Did… Did you… Did you marry her?” Sylvie asked softly,-which was very out of character for her- eyes full of hope and longing.

Loki looked down at the table, the smile once on his face had fallen.

“Yes, I did but…” Loki sighed.

“But?” Sylvie offered again.

“But about two weeks after the wedding, is when Thor was to be crowned king. That’s when my jealousy got the best of me. And when I let the Frost Giants in Asgard.” Loki finished, eyes drowning in regret.

Sylvie opened her mouth like she was going to say something but quickly closed it, deciding against it.

“Shortly after is when I faked my death. I haven’t seen her since.” Loki added, letting out a deep breath, head lowering.

“What happened?” Sylvie asked carefully, leaning closer to make sure she hears everything.

“My nexus event was me escaping with the tesseract during the alien attack on New York.” Loki explained slowly.

“I was supposed to go back to Asgard with Thor. My mother was too die and I was to be in a prison cell. I was to be aloud out to help Thor’s Midgard girl, where I faked my death again. I took on the role of Odin and [Name]was always by my side.” He said smiling.

“I was to meet my sister, Hela, with Thor and help fight her, trying to protect Asgard and [Name].”

Sylvie looked at the table once again, and sighed.

“It looks like happy endings with [Name] are just not in the cards for us.”

“I guess not.” Loki replied dejectedly.

The two were silent for a while after, both reflecting on the choices in their lives. And how in the galaxy did it come to this, being on the run from the TVA for ‘straying’ from their predetermined timelines.

And why could they not be happy.

A/N: Another fic just in my drafts, need to let them out and fly! Hope you like it!

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[lesbi-and-epressed]

Are you saying you guys are CONSTANTLY feeling feminine, or masculine, or whatever? All the time? Boy, It must be so boring to be yall.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Marvel - Loki x Listener SFW Loki Comforts and Gets You Ready for Pride

[M4TM/GF4TM] [Comfort] [Platonic/romantic - left vague, there is one thank you kiss at the end but if could be on the lips or on your cheek] [Gender affirmations]

Happy Pride! It's been too long since I did an audio for trans men and I wanted to do one with someone who isn't Viktor. So let Loki comfort you as you're worried about going to pride, he might even let you pain his face.

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