requested by: anon warnings: hair pulling (not the good kind), a bit of violence, a bit of green blood.
Tony and Bruce had expressed their reluctance when a call came in asking the Avengers to help with a mass prison breakout. But Steve had insisted. So out you went.
And what you met there shocked you. These were no ordinary prisoners, no run-of-the-mill thieves and petty assaulters. These were people with strange abilities, powerful associates, and steely determination. And there were hundreds of them. They swarmed over you like ants, but with considerably larger fists. And a strangled cry from behind you as you knocked a snarling woman from her feet told you that one had just gotten their hands on Loki.
You whirled on your feet to see your friend being bent backward, nearly in half. Fatigued from the battle, Loki had managed to get himself caught, and now a simply massive man had his hand firmly tangled in Loki’s dark hair, and had just bared the prince’s throat for some nefarious purpose. You narrowed your eyes for a moment, judged the distance, and then in one fluid movement, you pulled a small device from your belt and threw it. It connected solidly with the prisoner’s forehead where it burst open, dousing his face in a green fluid that had him swaying within seconds.
The man’s grip on Loki’s hair began to loosen, and the trickster took quick advantage of the opportunity to wriggle away, wincing in pain. He spun quickly on one foot, the other foot flying up to hit the prisoner square in the chest. And that was the end of that particular fight. On to the next.
Some hours later, back at home, you found yourself wandering the tower rather aimlessly. You liked time to yourself after a fight, but it was hard for you to sit still. Eventually you stumbled upon Loki, sitting in a hallway with great wide windows, staring out at the city. Wordlessly, you sat beside him.
Loki was fiddling absently with a strand of hair, his eyebrows furrowed. If he had even noticed your arrival, he did not acknowledge it. After a while, you broke the silence.
“Something wrong?”
Loki sighed, lifting his eyes to the grey clouds. His hands fell to his lap. He didn’t answer immediately. He seemed to be wrestling with himself. Finally, he turned to you, and all at once you could feel his shockingly blue eyes boring into your very heart. Typical.
“I have always felt…” he began, then hesitated. He shook his head slightly and began again, more certain now. “I have always felt that it was foolish to have long hair when you find yourself in battle as often as my brother and I do.”
You nodded. You could certainly see the wisdom in that; you always made a point to keep your hair out of the way as much as possible in those situations.
“But Thor…” Loki continued, averting his eyes. “His hair has always been long. People have always found it quite attractive. And Thor has always wanted to be attractive.” Loki sighed again. “And I have always wanted to be like my brother.”
You nodded again, reaching out to rest a hand on Loki’s knee. He looked back up at you. Your breath caught in your throat.
“And now…”
“And now Thor’s hair is short,” you finished for him.
“Yes. And he was devastated. But now it seems people find him twice as handsome as they did before.” The trickster laughed dryly. “And after today, I found myself thinking that perhaps I should cut my hair, too. But then… perhaps it would be nice to not be like my brother for a change.”
He lapsed into a thoughtful silence for a while, his hand idly finding yours.
“I love your long hair,” you said decisively. Loki seemed almost startled.
“Do you?”
“I do,” you assured him. And you did. You had always wanted to… Well. Why not? Before you could stop yourself, you had leaned forward, threaded your fingers into that lovely, long hair of his – which was just as soft as you had always dreamed – and pulled him close, before kissing him with all your strength.
A few breathless moments later, you broke apart. Loki’s eyes were wild.
When Thor, Loki and a handful of Asgardians sought refuge on Earth, Tony took back Stark Tower and turned a majority of the offices into apartments for Earth’s newest refugees. Everyone had been welcomed with opened arms and kind words, but the moment someone noticed Loki was back… all hell broke loose.
For weeks Thor and Bruce tried to vouch for the God of Lies and his reformed ways. So as the cousin to Pepper Potts- she was the only family member kind enough to take you in after hitting a rough patch in life- you stayed on the sidelines and watched everything unfold. No one trusted Loki, not that you blamed them, but you felt a bit bad about your fast judgement after hearing Thor explain that Loki’s mind had been messed with just as Hawkeye and Doctor Selvig’s had been.
The God of Mischief was excellent at feigning ignorance to all the hostile environments he walked into, but he couldn’t keep it up forever. So the first time you saw his mask crack and his shoulders slump when he suspected no one was paying him any attention, you got fed up with everyone’s attitude and decided to throw caution to the wind.
HC’s | Being Thor & Loki’s adopted, younger sister:
A/N: N1ce my two fave characters! Sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting, but I hope you did like it! Thank you, Anon, for my first request! (Ya’ll are free to request too!) :’))
You were originally the daughter of the Freya of Vanaheim until a destructive war begun and everything went into chaos. Frigga took you in her wing and brought you back to Asgard.
Thor and Loki were immediately thrilled to see their mother holding a small bundle in her arms, although Odin was outraged when Frigga walked into the throne room.
“A child?! She is to be sent back to her home! Think about the controversy and wars that can be created when the people of Vanaheim find out you have taken a daughter of Freya’s?!”
Frigga shrugged off his bickering, and kept you in Asgard where you can live in peace.
“Mother, do you think I can teach her some of my magic?” Loki asks Frigga while he timidly holds you in his arms.
“Of course you can, but she is already skilled with magic. She’s the goddess of beauty, water, and illusion, son.” Frigga smiles. A blue aura surrounds your cradled body.
“That’s amazing, Mother! Loki and I swear to protect our baby sister at all costs!” Thor proudly announced, making Frigga chuckle.
Years go by and the three of you become closer and closer.
Loki and you arguing on who has the best magic and which is more skilled.
Thor introduces you to the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, whom you thought were extremely fascinated by when you watched them train.
However whenever you needed some peace and quiet, you would always turn to Loki.
Poetry and cuddling for days!
Loki hands you a dagger. “Here, Lady (Y/N). Your magic is extraordinary, so you need to learn a few tricks, starting with Thor. When I tell you to, transform back and plunge the dagger into his body! Don’t worry, he won’t mind a good stabbing! He loves it!”
Loki and you pranking Thor almost everyday with your magic.
Odin frequently being cross and arguing with you, which results a lot of stressful, sad nights, but your brothers will always be your side, trying to cheer you up.
Thor making very corny jokes to make you crack a smile and Loki casting his beautiful illusions to keep your mind off of things.
Thor and Loki being overprotective when any other man makes lovey-dovey eyes at you (well I mean you are the goddess of beauty!)
“No one will ever be good enough for our sister!” The thought of Odin marrying you off to some prince made them cringe.
Fandral having a huge crush on you, making Thor furious and Loki hot headed.
“My sister?! Really?!”
Having problems with a bully? The mighty Thor is there to break their bones and put them back in their place.
Having a nightmare in the middle of the night? Loki is right by your side to ease your pain by calming the storm in your head.
Healing your brothers with your specialty in water whenever they end up getting injured during their missions.
While Loki teaches you the appreciation of Asgardian art, Thor teaches you sword work and other skills when Frigga and Odin aren’t around.
Being the only person, besides Frigga, to comfort Loki, especially when he finds out that he, himself is also adopted.
“Don’t worry, Loki. I know exactly how you feel, and I am always here for you. Thor, too.”
Pulling off all nighters with your brothers is the best!
Although the three of you aren’t blood related, you will always be family no matter what.
I know you want Teen Wolf and Maze runner stuff but i hope its ok if i request a Loki thing. Reader is new in Asgard before that whole Thor plot, and she really sticks to Loki. Like shes good with everyone else but to Lokis big surprise (a cute grumpy Loki surprise plz) she likes him the best. Like she suddenly hugs him from behind and hides under his cape, listens and speaks to him in a nice manner. She sometimes is bubbly and behaves younger than she is (shes actually their age)
Please don’t plagiarize my work – I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first – but even then I might say no.
Word Count: 702
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Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Loki’s familiar head of hair. Almost instantly, you felt your lips curve upwards, taking a step back, away from Thor and the Warriors Three, offering them a gentle smile.
“If you’ll excuse me,” you spoke up, giving them a short bow. You said nothing more, and with a wave of your skirt, you spun, practically sprinting over in the direction of Loki. His back was turned towards you, so he unaware of your fast approaching pace. You almost liked it better that way, so you could surprise him.
“Hmm,” Volstagg spoke, tapping at his chin.
Fandral raised a brow, turning to his friend questioningly. Volstagg, noticing the attention had been turned on him, glanced over at his friend, shrugging. “It’s just Y/N always runs off the moment she see’s Loki.” He explained, biting his lip, “it just had me wondering.”
Thor smiled from beside Hogun, a knowing look passing across his features as his eyes found your figure. “That’s just Y/N,” Thor explained, chuckling at the Warrior Three’s dumbfounded expression. “She’s been attached to Loki’s hip ever since she arrived here.”
Hogun paused; “but… Loki?”
“Yeah,” Fandral nodded, “I mean no offence, Thor. But your brother doesn’t really seem like the friendly type.”
Thor only shook his head. “I can’t explain it, but he’s different with Y/N. Has been since she arrived.”
With a grin on your lips, you easily caught up to Loki, making him stumble forward as you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. A surprised gasp left Loki’s lips as your body unceremoniously crashed into his own. Instinctively, his hands came up, resting on your arms to catch himself as he peered back slowly, blinking down at you. You only smiled brightly up at him, giggling. “Good morning, Loki,” you nodded, pulling back.
The moment your arms were gone from his waist, Loki spun to face you, a deep frown marring his features. With a slight nod, Loki clasped his hands behind his back. “Y/N.”
“Sorry if I gave you a little scare,” you mumbled, rubbing at the back of your neck sheepishly. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
Loki blinked; “you’re far too childish for someone your age.”
Even though his words were harsh, you knew Loki meant no harm by them. Loki was just that way, and even if you’d only been in Asgard for a short amount of time, you knew that and accepted it. So, taking a step forward, you stood next to him rather then behind and shrugged, still smiling brightly up at him. “What’s the fun in being serious all the time?” You questioned, raising a brow.
Loki regarded you for a moment, as if in thought, before his eyes drifted upwards. Slowly, his gaze fell on Thor and the Warrior’s Three who still stood a whiles away, staring back at you and Loki. With the frown still plastered on his lips, Loki glanced back down at you. “What are you even doing here?” He asked, shaking his head as he begun to walk. You followed almost immediately. “Shouldn’t you be with my brother?”
“You’re more fun.” You shrugged, letting your eyes wander around at the amazing sight that was Asgard.
You words puzzled Loki. “Fun?” He repeated, confusion evident in tone. “I highly doubt i’m any fun.”
“Well,” you bit your lip, “fun in a different way. Sure, you may not be all that chatty and you rarely smile, but I enjoy your company.”
Before he even had to say anything, you could feel Loki staring down at you in bafflement. With a sigh and a smile, your shoulders dropped dramatically. “Yes, Loki, I enjoy your company.” Loki said nothing, only stared back down at you in bewilderment. You didn’t let it phase you, using his stunned stupor to your advantage and looping your arm through his.
“Walk with me?” You offered, tilting your head to the side with a soft smile.
Loki paused a moment, as if unsure. A look of uncertainty and self-doubt flashed across his gaze, before he slowly nodded. You grinned at his answer, a wide, child-like grin falling on your lips as you begun walking, Loki in tow.
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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.
lokinky. like damn bruh does he get into trouble on purpose
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This is not coincidence.
look at this sweet little baby Loki. so precious and innocent. smiling at his big brother
hah! you’ve been fooled already, that’s the smile of a little Loki with a small dagger hidden in his sleeve planning how he’s going to turn into a snake later, because Thor loves snakes, and then stab him.
Warnings: Fluff, spooky woods, being lost, MatchMaker!Thor
A/N: First of the many Loki requests! This one kinda jumped out unexpected and demanded to be written first. I hope you enjoy darling! ❤
Normally you like the outdoors, even love it. But not right now,
not in the dead of night, with a flash light and a thin cardigan sweater thing instead
of a proper jacket. The fact that you agreed to splitting up to help Thor find
a wayward dog should have been your first clue this night wasn’t going to go
smoothly. You’d seen enough horror
movies and knew all the signs of a bad cliché about to happen to have known
better. But damn Thor and those big sad eyes of his.
“Y/N! Help me!” You muttered to yourself in a mockingly deep tone.
“There is some sad creature, some dog outside. Surely, you can help me find it.”
“Can I request a Loki imagine ? Where you and him are secretly dating and when the avengers find out they are really scared for you but when they see how sweet he is with you they give up and think that they are adorable together 😂 I hope this makes sense- if you decide to do it can you tag me please !? Xx”
Warnings: Fluff, swearing
Notes: Slight AU where instead of Loki impersonating Odin he is on the run from him.
11:23 pm.
The bright red digits glowed at you from the alarm clock placed on your bedside table. Your eyes flickered down to the small space between the floor and your door to ensure that it was still dark indicating that the hall lights were off and that everyone else in the tower had gone to sleep.
Toad's Cave 