littlemisssyreid:

Now I listened to the original song of Warmth by Bastille, but I felt that the live acoustic version of the song worked much better. Here’s the link. Thanks to @branchescuttheskyopen for the request! I don’t know if the story is too repetitive of a theme but it’s all I could think to do. You’ll let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!

Warmth

Prompt[s]: Could you do a pre-Thor!LokixAsgardian!Reader based on the song Warmth by Bastille? Please?

Sometimes there was no talking to Loki. The rising sun flickers
with light like a tossed coin. Heads, he is sociable and good-humoured. Tails,
he’s cold. Unresponsive.

Today was a tails day.

You stood outside Loki’s door and knocked gently. There came
no response despite you knowing that he was in there.
“Just another one of those days,” you sighed to yourself, readying to admit
defeat.
“One of what days?” came a muffled response. Either Loki had shrunk by 5 feet
or he was on his knees, whispering through the bottom of the door. Knowing
neither was especially likely, you moved on.
“Are you going to open the door?”

“No. One of what days?” He asked again. You sighed and
lowered yourself to the floor, realising shortly afterwards that he must be
doing the same.
“You’re a cannon, Loki. Some days you’re all firing, all blazing, and there’s
no stopping you. Other days you’re…”
“Empty,” he mumbles. “No fire.”

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