Prompt(s) from anonymous: Can I get uhhhhhh Loki fluff where the reader comes back from a mission hurt and bruised and Loki helps them get out of their suit and just cleans their wounds please :)))
Note(s): My boy!! I don’t get to write him often, but I always love me a good Loki prompt :’) Thank you, Nonny, for sending this in!
Warning(s): Mentions of injuries and blood, fluff.
Word Count: 795.
The sink was becoming a proper, downright bloody mess. Literally. All the red water that swirled elegantly down the once pristine bowl was from a shoulder wound, and it wasn’t even a bad shoulder wound. Just bloody.
(y/n) sighed as they bandaged the last of their injury and moved on to the one plaguing their right side. As soon as they’d gotten back to the facility they’d tended to the worst of the wounds, but even the smaller ones needed help. Such as the one on their side, which was still throbbing painfully. (y/n) was in the middle of stripping off their suit when they spotted someone in the door; someone that was not supposed to be in the facility, period.
“You are not supposed to be here,” (y/n) immediately blurted out. At his raised eyebrow they growled, “Loki Odinson, you’re seriously not allowed to be here! What about F.R.I.D.A.Y’s sensors, or- or if Steve or Tony walked in and saw you?”
“Please,” Loki scoffed, “As if they’d be able to stop me. They’re not even home right now anyway. I do believe I passed them all getting shawarma for a battle well won. Besides, I’ve concealed my presence from Stark’s AI. I’m here because I saw the news and assumed correctly. You’re wounded badly, love.”
(y/n) groaned and leaned against the sink. “You can thank Doc’ Doom for that.” They hissed on an exhale as their side throbbed annoyingly again, demanding attention. As did their boyfriend, who stepped closer and wet a fresh washcloth. “Loki,” they warned.
“Let me help,” he huffed back. He wrapped a lean arm around their waist and pressed the washcloth against the bloody tank top (y/n) wore under their suit. They hissed at the contact, to which he hummed and cleaned more carefully. “Is this the last of your wounds?”
There were no other mysterious throbbings, so (y/n) assumed they were fine. They nodded, finally letting Loki take control. He pulled them close and nuzzled against their temple, expertly cleaning their wound. He was hundreds of years older, had experienced more battles. Loki knew exactly how to tend to an injury.
A warm heat blossomed from where the washcloth had retreated. (y/n) startled their head from Loki’s shoulder, blinking up at him with surprise. They found his trademark grin staring back at them, a light laugh bubbling past his lips.
“What? You didn’t think I was just going to leave your wound? Of course I’ll heal it, Darling. And those two nasty ones on your thigh and shoulder- bandages don’t do your beauty justice.”
A grin of their own graced (y/n)’s lips. “Why thank you, kind magic prince. You always spare me from the pain of the healing process. I’d hate to be bedridden, watching Netflix all day and ignoring my adult responsibilities.”
“Why must you be injured to do that? Why don’t the two of us go take over Stark’s living room now, while they’re out celebrating? We can watch that one TV show you’re always texting me about. What was it called again?”
“Parks and Rec?” (y/n) asked with a delighted gasp. When Loki nodded they couldn’t help but surge forward and kiss him fervently. “You,” they kissed him again, “are wonderful. The best,” another kiss, “boyfriend to grace the universe’s existence.” They gave him one last feverish kiss, which even Loki sighed into.
“I’m done healing your side,” Loki said. He breathed against their temple as his hand moved to their shoulder. The warmth faded from their side and started anew just below their shoulder blade. (y/n) sighed, relief washing over them as they leaned heavily against him.
“Can’t you do this on the couch, once we have Parks and Rec on?”
Loki chuckled, a breathless sound that always brought a certain skip to (y/n)’s heartbeat. “Of course, Dear. We can continue in a moment.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted (y/n) into his arms and started for the living room. He magicked away their bloody suit and underclothes, leaving them in fuzzy, warm pajamas. The couch was draped with (y/n)’s favorite blankets and Netflix was already pulled up on the TV.
Loki settled into the nest and kept his lover pulled closed. As the first episode started up so did the golden glow of his magic. (y/n) moaned, softly, and smiled into the nook of Loki’s neck. It would be a long time before the other Avengers came back home, longer than it would take for Loki to finish healing. Their not-so-hidden relationship could carry on, undisturbed, as the night carried on. (y/n) wasn’t worried; they never could be in his arms.
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