mischievous-loki-headcanons:

We all know he would tease the hell out of you 😉
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~ Loki was amazed as he found out about your sexuality. “So, you don’t think it is weird?”, you ask shyly. A mischievous grin spreads on Loki’s face. “Of course not, love. This is marvelous.”

~ For a while everything stays the same. But one day, you are taking a shower and suddenly a tall, black-haired woman with astonishing eyes shows up behind you.

~ You shriek, starring at her. “L-Loki!?” “Hello, darling. Do you like what you see?” Her voice is smooth and alluring. Completely overwhelmed you run out of the bathroom.

~ From now on, Loki won’t stop teasing you.

~ He changes gender while making out with you, and suddenly you feel her stiff nipples against your own chest. Immediately your cheeks grow red and you try to shove her away.

~  Another day, you enter your room just to see female Loki trying on some of your clothes. “Wow, you have a divine taste, my love. But I guess your boobs are smaller than mine.”

~ You and Loki meet some friends of yours and they are super confused when your boyfriend disappears and a beautiful woman starts hanging around with you, touching you whenever she can.

~ Loki influencing your wet dreams, changing himself into his female form. These are the best dreams you have.

~ Also, Loki would always demand to tell him which form you find more attractive. He constantly changes gender and both forms try to convince you that they are better.

~ You try your best to ignore his teasing – unsuccessfully. You started to love both of his forms without preferring one.

~ You are the one to ask for the final step. “Loki…I want you.” “You know, you can always have me, sweetling.” “No, I mean…I want your…other…form…”

~ After the words have left your mouth, Loki’s eyes begin to shine. Instantly, he turns into his female version, pulling you against her chest.

~ “You won’t regret this, my love. I’ll make you feel better than ever.”

~ She pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss, your heart pounding heavily. But suddenly there is a second pair of hands grabbing your boobs from behind.

~ “And I’ll help her. Your pleasure is our duty”, the low, husky whisper of male Loki promises.

~ And here you are, shocked and caught between female Loki and one of her male doppelganger illusions. This will be your best night ever.

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I think this is…pretty hot, haha. Hope you enjoyed it ❤

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Note: Requested by an anon, my very first lady Loki story! I think it’s cute and let’s be honest we’d all have a crush on lady Loki too. Please let me know what you think, I really would like to know!

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               "Darling,
you know that it’s rude to stare,“ Loki said, leaning against the kitchen
worktop and taking a sip of tea from the mug in her hands. It was early, far
too early for rest of the team to be awake, so you weren’t surprised to walk in
on Loki alone. You were surprised when she set her mug down on the side and
poured you one of your own. Normally nothing – not even you – could interrupt
Loki’s daily contemplation over morning tea.

Nodding briefly in thanks, you
jumped up onto the central island – finding it far comfier to sit on than the
chairs around it, much to Tony’s disdain (he had once told you, “People
have to prepare food on that counter, Y/N, they don’t want your ass germs all
over it.”) – and savoured the taste of that first sip. If there was one
thing that Loki always did right it was make the perfect cup of tea. It sent a
wave of calm through you, setting you up for the day in the best possible way.
Relaxed enough to trust yourself to look back at Loki now, you couldn’t hold
back from the way that your eyes travelled over every single inch of her body.

Tilting her head to the side,
sending you a questioning look as her long black hair cascaded over her
shoulders, Loki gripped the side of the counter so tightly that her knuckles
turned white. You’d seen her do that before, mainly when she wanted to avoid
her nervous tick of wringing her fingers together. Her voice light but caged,
she said, “I suppose you have a few questions?”

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