You were Loki’s physical therapies, but not for a leg injury or arm pains, you helped him feel comfortable been touched and touching people, your physical contact was the therapy, you’d done the same for Bruce Banner and Bucky Barnes you where getting the hang of all this.
Loki was extra tricky, he wanted personal space, he didn’t want to cling, he would just sit reading, ignoring you. So you played his game, you picked up a book, sitting at a distance and began to read, he didn’t like that the attention wasn’t on him. The sessions were for him, why weren’t you making a fuss.
He stayed at his game for three hours before snapping, he plucked the book out of your hands, “don’t touch my books,” he sat next to you, holding the book you were reading staring at you. “Well aren’t you going to read it?” you smirked, “read to me.” and that’s how all of this began, he would read to you.
You both snuggled together as he read the old pages, if you were truthful you had no idea what he was talking about, if you let your eyes wander onto him he would stop and sigh, “are you even listening?”
Slowly his arm would work around you, around your waist, toying with the bottom of your shirt reading with the book in his left hand, his tongue carefully forming each word as he broke into a language you never understood, yet he would keep reading.
“What was that on about?” You knew he was reading poetry, not that you understood the language, “It was a love poem, a man wrote it to a love he wasn’t allowed to have, it talks about his urge to care for her…” You smirked, letting out a snigger you were supposed to keep internally, “What?” he looked at you examining your thoughts.
“Oh, you think this is for you? No mortal, don’t be so foolish…” he turned the page and began to examine the text, “You are not forbidden fruit to me, if I wanted you I would simply take you, I am a god, you are a mortal…” That caused you to smile. Loki wasn’t the just take it kind of guy.
“Really…” he nods, “of course, now focus…” continuing to read, slowly your legs tanging into his as he began to read allowed to you again, and as your head lent against his, he would return the small touches.
It was in the next few sessions, he stopped reading, more eager to touch and be held, he was on the sofa waiting, as you sat by his side, he tangled his arm around you, tugging you close, his neck softly touching the exposed neck flesh.
“I want you…”
That’s how it all began, him nuzzling into you, you spent the night, wrapped in his cold embrace, each night you soothed him off to sleep your fingers knotted in his hair as he held you in the most intimate way he knew, close to his chest, that was his vulnerable point.
If you ever decided to attack him you could stab him straight in the chest, with no armour on, just his exposed chest, he would die.
The way his hands explored your skin, your arms, face and back, he wanted to touch it all, I believe you meant him no harm. Thor was always bigger and stronger when Loki was small, Thor would be ruff and that scared Loki, that’s why all this began because Odin never taught them properly.
The dark has crept into the room, drowning you both as he ran his fingers along your arms, taking care touch and explore each part of your hands. Finally satisfied he had memorised every detail, he returned to tangling you in his arms, his smell drowning you, he always felt good after coming out of the shower. His hair neatly up in a bobble, which you helped with.
Intimate meant something different to Loki, you were different to Loki, and for once you didn’t mind being different.
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