#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 :) 💜

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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. 

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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??.

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[mischiefandlies]

All of you, with all my heart

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Loki x reader

Notes: this was an old WIP that I just finished. It's really cute and fluffy though.

Warnings: none i think?

Enjoy!

“Babes, you look hot!” Nat says, her eyes trailing up and down you.

“It’s one new jacket.”

“You still look hot.”

“Sure Natasha. And pigs have started flying.” You slump down on her sofa, looking at her pleadingly. “Tell me you bought booze.”

“Of course. I'm Russian, what do you take me for?”

“I hate to break it to you babe, but I'm not normally a vodka drinker.”

She sniggers. “Lightweight. Whatcha after?”

“… Red?”

Nat just rolls her eyes. “Of course. Do you want a glass, or shall I just bring you the bottle?”

“I’m not a complete savage…” you pause, thinking it over, “but it has been a long week…”

“Take the bottle. It saves me the washing up.”

Half a bottle of wine later, you and Nat have been joined by Wanda and Pepper, and the four of you were all sat in Nat’s flat, chatting and giggling away at nothing, while Bruce hides upstairs lest he disturb the girl's night. The topic of conversation eventually shifted back to relationships, with pepper rattling off a laundry list of the ridiculous shite that tony mad managed to get up to in the last two weeks (apparently his latest fiasco was claiming he could fix a coffee machine and then causing the entire kitchen to be flooded with boiling water).

“You guys are so lucky you don’t have to deal with that level of bullshit.”

Wanda laughs. “At least your husband is only part cyborg. Mine has to actually plug himself into the wall to function.”

Nat turns to you. “You been pretty quiet tonight. How’s Loki?”

You just shrug. “Okay. Hasn’t got up to anything ridiculous lately, lucky me. Who thought Stark could be more chaos than the God of mischief?”

They all look at you curiously. It's unlike you to be so quiet about your relationship. But then, you’ve been abnormally quiet the whole evening. “Okay, spill it.” Wanda says, “what’s the deal with you and lover boy?”

“There isn’t a deal.”

They all look between each other, then back at you. “Babes, no bullshit. What happened?” Pepper asks.

Looking down, you sigh. “I saw something I shouldn’t have.”

“What?” they all look at you.

“I saw… Loki. But he’d turned into a girl. A woman.”

Silence descends over the room. Then Wanda breaks the silence. “Babes, I’m so sorry.”

Confused, you turn to her. “What?”

“Well, it’s pretty bad to find out your boyfriend is actually a girl. I don’t know what I’d do if Vis did it.”

“No, I…” you sigh. “I don’t mind it is the thing. But he realised I know. And he won’t talk to me about it. I don’t… I mean, it was a little unsettling. But I don’t care really. I just… I just wish he’d speak to me about all this.”

It's Nat’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean you don’t mind?”

“I mean that. I don’t mind. I know it’s a little… odd, and I won’t pretend that I’m jumping for joy. But I think he gets uncomfortable in his body sometimes. And really, I… I just want him to be happy. Regardless of what he looks like, or how he is. Of course I love him as a boy, but… I would rather have him happy then force him to be a certain way. You get it?”

They all nod along silently. “Well… why don’t you talk to him?” Nat finally asks.

“Because… it’s hard?” you say, reaching for the wine bottle. The wine bottle that Wanda immediately takes off you. “Hey. I was drinking that.”

“I know.” she says, “But you’ve got other things to think about right now.”

“What did he do?” Wanda asks “When you saw him?”

“Turned back right away. I was pretty shocked so I didn’t say anything. I just walked off and pretended nothing happened.”

“When was this?” Pepper asks.

“Last Tuesday. We haven’t spoken properly since… we haven’t been intimate at all since… he’s been avoiding me if anything.”

They all share a look. “Babes, you have to talk to him.”

“But… it’s hard.”

“We know.” Wanda says. “But so is clearing the boiling water out the kitchen. We all have to do ridiculous things for love. You gotta go talk to him babe.”

One short glass of wine and some words of encouragement later, you find yourself back at your flat. You wander through the place, but Loki's not in the kitchen, or the living room, and the bathroom is unlocked. Sighing, you take a second before you walk into the bedroom.

He’s sitting in his pyjamas on the bed, reading a new book he must have found at the charity shop. He smiles when he sees you come in. “Hey love,” he says, before going straight back to his book.

“Hey” you say, taking off your jacket and jumper. “Can… can we talk?”

He tenses, but keeps composed, forcing a smile. “Of course, love. What’s up?”

You sit on the edge of the bed, looking over at him. It's nerve racking, but you know it has to be done. “It’s about the other day.”

He stiffens even more. Measured and controlled, he puts the book to the side. “I was going to apologise for that. I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“I’m still not entirely sure I know what I saw Loki. What was that?”

“It was… it doesn’t matter.” He can’t even meet your eyes. “Just forget about it love. It’s nothing important.”

“I’d like to know… if it’s all the same to you.”

He sighs. “It’s really not that important love. It doesn’t matter.”

“Then you can tell me. Can’t you? If it’s not that important.”

This seems to get his back up. He looks down into his lap. “It’s nothing darling. Truly.” His voice is soft and dangerous.

You aren’t having it. “Then it shouldn’t be that much of a problem if you tell me?”

He glares at you. “I think we both know it’s more than that.”

You sigh. “Loki. I don’t want to fight you or piss you off. But I can tell it means a lot to you, and that it makes you uncomfortable. I just… I want to know so I can help you.”

“I don’t need help.” he spits bitterly. “I’m perfectly fine. I told you. Just leave it.”

“I didn’t…” you struggle for words, before giving up. “Oh, fuck it. Fine. Be miserable. I was going to say I don’t care whether you're a man or a woman, but all you are is stubborn. Clearly you don’t want to hear it.”

You get up and walk out into the kitchen. All you want to make your boyfriend actually happy, and you can’t even do that right. Running the tap and filling up the kettle, you ponder whether it’s worth facing him again or sleeping on the sofa. After a few minutes and a cup of tea later, you can hear Loki’s footsteps behind you. Being petty, you don’t bother turning around to see him.

“Did you mean that?” He asks. “You really wouldn’t mind if I was a woman?”

“I don’t care Loki. Actually, I do care, but I care more about you being happy. I only want you to be happy, and if you need to be a girl to do that then… then I'll support you. No matter what.”

“You mean it?” asks an unfamiliar voice.

You turn around and see… Loki. Her hair is a little longer, a little shinier. And she’s just as tall, but she has a gorgeous body, a little fuller than her toned male one. She’s got boobs, and the pyjamas still fit, but they stretch over her wider hips a little more, and the hug her chest a lot more. Even her face seems to change slightly… not significantly, but she’s got slightly plumper cheeks.

You look her up and down, and take a deep breath. “You look… gorgeous.”

She blushes and looks away. “Thank you.” she says. Her voice is soft and delicate, much like her male one, but it’s definitely female now.

You keep looking at her. The more you look, the more you realise how little she has actually changed. She still looks like your Loki, just a little more female. “Is this…do you like this?”

She shrugs. “I like it now. But it’s not… permanent. It comes and goes.”

“And you don’t like being a man?” you ask.

She sighs. “It’s complicated. Most of the time, being a man is just convenient. More convenient than being a woman. So, I stay like that. But sometimes I get… uncomfortable? Like I need to change. And the other day was just one of those times.”

You nod. “That makes sense.”

She looks up at you cautiously. “You really don’t mind? I can change back… if you wanted…”

You look her up and down again. Then, with a sigh, you walk up to her and hug her tight. “No. I don’t want you to change back. I could tell you were uncomfortable over the last few days… I’d rather you were happy. I mean it.”

You feel her slowly wrap her arms around you. And the saddest part is when you feel her tears dropping on you. You quickly look up. “Lo? What's wrong sweetheart?”

She hugs you tighter. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I think this is the first time I’ve ever felt… like everything might actually be okay.”

You reach up and cup her cheek. “Why didn’t you want to talk to me?”

“I thought” she sniffs. “I thought you wouldn’t accept it. Or like it. Or that you’d freak out or be mad or something.”

You sigh, and look up at her. “My love, I’d much rather you tell me these things in advance instead of me stumbling on them. But no, I’m not mad or freaked out or anything. I love you Lo. I’m only ever gonna want you to be happy. Okay?”

She looks down at you, a little shocked. “You mean it? I can… I can be like this occasionally? And you won’t be mad?”

“I won’t be mad. I promise.”

She hugs you tightly. “Thank you love. Thank you. I love you so much.”

You sigh and hug her tight. “You don’t have to thank me. You don’t have to do anything. You just have to be yourself. I’ll still love you, no matter what. I promise.”

“Cross your heart?”

“Cross my heart.” you smile up at her. “You really do look gorgeous like this.”

She blushes and hugs you tighter. “You have got to stop being so good to me. I don’t deserve it.”

Laughing, you look up at her. “Oh love. You deserve the world…”

[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.

[slygodsgf]

SOFT LOKI MORNING

written in first person, fem reader w long hair

i wake up, slowly rolling onto my back as i rub my eyes with the backs of my hands. i glance to my right, knowing i’d find their spot in bed empty. i smile slightly to myself as the empty spot in the black sheets next to me confirms my suspicions. slowly moving to sit on the edge of the bed, my nose picks up on the smell of cooking eggs from down the hall. i slide my slippers onto my feet and rise, stretching my arms over my head. i grab my black silk robe off the hook on the closet door and slide it on before wandering my way out of our bedroom and down the hall towards the kitchen.

i’m greeted by a lean, dark haired figure in a dark green robe standing by the stovetop, facing away from me. i smile even wider as i slip up behind them as silently as i can, wrapping my arms around their waist and pressing the side of my face against their back. i’m greeted with a large hand placed over my own on their stomach and a chuckle that rumbles through their chest.

"good morning, kitten." their voice is low and soft, "breakfast is almost ready." i can hear them buttering toast and placing them onto a plate before they scoop the eggs off the pan on the stovetop and place them onto the plate as well. i untangle myself from them and step around the island to slide onto my stool on the bar side. i put my elbows up on the counter and rest my chin in my hands, watching them with what i can only imagine as the closest thing to heart-eyes a human can manage.

"did you sleep well?" they ask as they place my plate in front of me. i shrug, a usual answer. they just smile and move to grab my medications, placing them next to the water glass already sat where i sit at the counter. they pick up a fork and begin eating their share of food where they stand, humming softly to themselves. i watch them for a moment before i also begin to eat, throwing my meds back with the entire glass of water after a few bites.

after we finish our breakfast and our plates have been put into the dishwasher we find ourselves on the couch. i’m sat across their lap, back against the arm of the couch, my legs stretch out in front of me. one of ther hands is gently rubbing my thigh while the other is holding onto a book. some older novel i can’t even pretend to have any interest in. i just watch them read, scanning their features. soft pale skin, beautiful green eyes, wavy long black hair tucked behind their ears. i reach a hand up to pull a strand from where it’s tucked and gently wrap it around my finger, smiling to myself as i watch their eyes flick over to me only for a moment.

"you’re so beautiful." i say, sighing a content sigh as i tuck the strand back behind their ear. they lift their head to look at me, eyes meeting my own. we just stare at each other for a moment before they slip their bookmark into their book and reach behind me to place it on the table besides the couch. i move myself to straddle their lap, settling down with a wide smile. they reach their hands up to run their long fingers, nails painted a shimmery green, through my hair. i can’t even imagine how my hair looks at this point, i haven’t brushed it. that doesn’t bother them, nor stop them, from gently pulling it into a ponytail at the back of my head. they pull a hairtie from their wrist to secure it before moving to the front of my head and pulling a few strands free. they press a soft kiss to my forehead, a kiss i chase after with my lips. i press mine to theirs and they melt into it, hands settling on my hips as one mine gently tangles into the hair at the nape of their neck, the other gently cupping their cheek.

[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.

[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.

[stardustandmeteors]

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.

[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

★

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.