Loki and Lightning

thelokiimaginechronicles:

anonymous requested: Hiya! First of all, I absolutely LOVE the way you write vulnerable Loki. Could you write an imagine where there’s a large thunderstorm in NY when Loki is living in the Avengers tower, and his lover (reader) holds and comforts him through it because he’s terrified of the storm?

thanks love! i’m always up for Loki being comforted, we all knows he needs it

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Your eyes opened with effort, greeted by a layer of darkness. You blink a few times, willing your body to awaken enough to make it to the bathroom. Loki sleeps soundly next to you, his arm slung over your waist. You press a kiss to his palm as you slip out of bed, stumbling over to the bathroom you Loki share. As you walk, a flash of lightning lights up the room, illuminating Loki’s form. You think you see him flinch, but figure there’s no way.

You’re washing your hands when the first clap and thunder sounds through the small space Tony had given Loki for his stay. It makes you jump a bit, and you laugh at yourself.

You open the door and make your way back over to your bed.

“Loki?” you ask upon seeing him. The god is sitting straight up, hugging his chest. It’s a summer storm, meaning it was warm, but the tank top Loki is wearing reveals goosebumps and shivers. “Loki.” you whisper, sitting next to him. “Loki, what’s wrong?”

You reach to him, but then draw your hand away. You don’t want to push him, he’ll come to you if he wants. 

“I don’t like the thunder.” he says. You knit your eyebrows, looking at him with a confused look on your face. Loki doesn’t speak, he instead lays sideways on the bed and rest his head on your stomach. The thunder booms once more, accompanied by lightening, and you curse Tony Stark for making the windows so big with nothing to shield you from the outside.

“This is pathetic.” Loki says. You can tell the words were meant to be angry, but they came out as a child’s.

“Ssshhhh.” you shush him, leaning down to press your lips against his temple. You begin to run your fingers through Loki’s hair, whispering sweet nothings all the way through.

You’re so brave.

You’ve grown so much.

You have a good heart.

You’re so beautiful. 

To your dismay, the thunder keeps reappearing, booming. Loki flinches, you feel it in the muscles of your stomach, and you hug him to the best of your ability. 

“It’s not even the thunder that frightens me.” Loki murmurs. He runs his hand over your thigh, resting it on your knee. “…It’s the memories that accompany them.” he takes a breath, then slowly lets it out. You wonder whether his eyes are closed or not. You begin braiding Loki’s hair in small sections, massaging his scalp. He breathing evens out every time you do, so you take it as a sign to continue. Soon, his speech does the same.

“It’s always been a sign.” he explains. “I do something ill-fated, the thunder comes as my reckoning. I’m taken to some kind of cell, and told how much I disappoint my people once more. Why, I do believe I take it as an omen at this point.” Loki swallows. “I hope it isn’t you who I disappoint next Y/N. I can hardly handle it from my father, and I hate him.” Loki looks up at you, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “I… I’m not sure I can manage being thought poorly of by those I love.”

You sigh, scooting down so you lay next to Loki. You take his hand under the covers, and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Impossible.” you claim. Loki looks at you with an uncertain gaze. 

“How can you know that?” he asks. He sounds so fragile, like he may fall apart at your answer. 

You shrug, and tangle your legs with Loki’s.

“I’m not sure.” you tell him truthfully. “Some things you just know.” you smile. “Y’know?”

This earns you a chuckle, after which Loki looks at you with a serious face. His gaze flickers to your lips, and he slowly leans in to capture your mouth in his. The kiss itself is languid, full of nerves and sleep-deprivation; but that just adds to the emotion behind it. You welcome it, opening your mouth so Loki’s tongue can just barely slip past your lips.

Loki pulls away first, the corners of his mouth turning up in a sliver of a smile. He burrows closer to you, head buried in your chest. You reach under his shirt, running your hand from the small of his back to his shoulder blades, back and forth, until he’s fallen asleep. 

You follow suite, sleep claiming you as well. The claps of thunder cease soon after, nature itself granting you and Loki the night of peace you need.