Sleepy Mornings

thelokiimaginechronicles:

anonymous requested: How about some Loki sleepy cuddling fluff?

yes, how about?

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The sharp ring of your phone cuts through your sleep like a knife.

You groan, opening your eyes- And smile as soon as you do.

Loki sleeps soundly next to you. He looks so peaceful, long, full eyelashes resting on perfect cheekbones. Loki’s head is balanced on his arm, and you realize you were sleeping on your pillow and Loki’s.

He hadn’t taken his back.

Another ring notifies you, and you sit up to reach across Loki to grab it.

“Let it ring.” Loki’s voice says. You look down, but the god hasn’t moved. “We’ve been up all night, and we’ll be up tonight as well.” His eyes open, and you feel your breath catch at how beautiful they are. After all this time, they still manage to captivate you.

You snap out of it, and extend your arm. Loki catches it, and brings your palm to his mouth.

“Ten more minutes Y/N.” he says, trailing kisses up your arm. “You must be even more tired than I am…” 

You could say yes- you want to say yes- to a day full of Loki. To a day with nothing but kisses and lazy touches and homecooked meals.

But this could be Wanda, or Steve. 

“I just have to check.” you tell Loki. 

“Alright.” Loki drops back down, laying flat. “See what happens when you do.” he says with a playful glint in his tired eyes.

You have to admit, you hesitate at this. But once more, the need to check on your friends overwhelms you, and you look at the phone screen.

“Phew.” you say. “It’s just my mom saying-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Loki grabs you and flips you down next to him; crawling over you so his legs are over your hips, effectively trapping you.

“Loki!” you laugh as he pins your arms above your head. Your shirt has ridden up, your stomach exposed, and Loki takes the opportunity to pepper kisses all over it. “Let me go!” you say with a smile. Loki looks down at you, eyebrow raised.

“Is that what you want?” Loki asks. He runs his thumb up and down your wrist, reminding you he can feel your quickened pulse.

You roll your eyes, wondering how you thought you could trick the Trickster.

“No.” you confirm Loki’s assumptions. “It’s really, really, not.” 

Loki smiles with you, climbing off you and returning to his previous spot on the bed. You scootch closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. You press your lips to his collarbone, and place a hand on his chest.

“Thank you.” you say. Loki turns his head ever so slightly; enough that his lips make contact with your forehead.

“What for?” he asks. You shrug, and Loki moves one hand so it rests on your waist. It makes you feel secure. 

“This.” you say. Loki opens his mouth to say something, but you silence him with your own before he can say anything. It’s a lazy kiss, you’re both still groggy- But it’s a good kiss. All of Loki’s kisses are. 

You pull apart, and Loki tucks your head under his chin.

“Thank you, Y/N, for ten extra minutes.”