additional notes: god, i love loki. anyway. here’s a lil drabble for him. my favorite snake. my daisy. my cinnamon apple.
“A what?”
“A catnap,” you repeated. The elevator doors opened, and you stepped out, Loki at your heels. “You know, short sleeping sessions during the day to relax and recharge. But to be honest I’m usually more tired afterward.”
Loki wrinkled his nose. “Sounds useless.” He could admit that he was like a cat in many ways; he would sleep seventeen hours daily if it weren’t for you or the rest of the team urging for him to make the most of his day. He didn’t see any point in dozing for a short while, falling into a deep sleep, and having to drag himself out of it again.
“I told Thor about them a week ago. I thought he might tell you. He loves them! Wakes up feeling refreshed. Maybe you’ll like them too.”
His scowl deepened. “I suppose you bring that up to make me jealous, hm?”
“Not at all!” You widened your eyes at him, feigning innocence, but he saw right through you. “I just know that you like sleeping a lot, so naps could be good for you! Trust me, I’d sleep the day away, too, if I could but it’s…It’s not the best.”
Loki frowned, remarking the note of shame in your voice. He’d spoken to Thor; he knew of your past, how hard it had been for you when you were first discovered by SHIELD and brought in to join the team, how you had spent most of your time in your apartment and were little more than a ghost when you were outside of it. You were, as you put it, “fine now!” but he had his doubts, and if this meant easing a bit of your conscience…He couldn’t say no. “Fine. Let’s try it.”
Your eyes lit up. “Yay! Okay, let’s go.” You held out your hand to him; he merely stared disdainfully at it. “Group naps are better, trust me. We can sleep in my room, that way no one will bother us.”
He rolled his eyes and took your hand, allowing you to pull him down the hall and into your room. He had been in your quarters before; you were always inviting him in for some reason or another: to watch movies, to read in peace together, to laze around on hot days because his Jötunn-level coldness was a good match for your elevated temperature. Once, you’d jokingly called him your personal popsicle, but Bucky and Sam had (lovingly) given you so much shit for it that you refrained from ever calling him that again. Your room had become a sort of second home for Loki, and he would never tell you, but he was grateful for it. He tried to express his gratitude in subtle ways, like by taunting you a bit less or trying whatever food you brought for him to try. By far the most generous he’d been was when he let you take him to a mall and find Midgardian clothes for him.
“All right, what side do you want?” you asked him, rummaging through your closet for an extra pillow.
“This one.” He sat on the side closest to the door.
You turned around, pillow tucked under your arm, and grinned knowingly. “So protective. Willing to put yourself between me and whatever danger comes to find us.”
He rolled his eyes and took the pillow from you. You snickered, crawling across the bed to take the other side. You curled up with your back to the wall, drawing the covers around you until you were all but cocooned within them. You blinked up at him expectantly. “Go on. Get comfy.”
Loki lay down, turning onto his side to face you. You looked ridiculous. “Are you going to share the blanket or am I to freeze in your ice chest of a room?”
Resentfully, you relinquished some of your covers, allowing him to arrange them comfortably over his legs and waist. Then you smirked, wiggling closer to him. “I can keep you warm,” you crooned.
He grunted and closed his eyes. “The blankets are enough, thank you.”
He could practically hear your disappointment.
You were shifting around in your sheets.
He waited a full five seconds before opening his eyes. You were staring at him with those pitiful doe eyes, lower lip poking out in a pout. “Get over here,” he relented, opening his arm to you.
Your face lit up, and he pretended that it did not please him immensely. You scooted over to him until you were cuddled up against him, tucked safely under his arm. You lay with your head tucked under his chin, your knee bent over his hip. You were warm, and soft, and perfect. He sighed into your hair, feeling finally at peace.
“Sweet dreams,” you murmured, draping an arm over his waist.
“Mm. Whatever.”
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“Y/N, my friend, do you know where—” Thor stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of you and his brother wrapped up in each other, sleeping soundly. You were absolutely clinging to Loki, and he to you. From the looks of it, neither of you had awoken at the sound of Thor’s admittedly loud entrance.
“By the nine,” Thor muttered under his breath, shaking his head not with disappointment but with disbelief. “Congratulations, brother. You’ve found yourself a beloved.” He could not approve more. He saw your cell phone lying on your nightstand and briefly considered taking a photo of the two of you. Not sharing it with anyone, just leaving it on your phone for you to keep. He decided against it. He was still new to Midgardian technology; who knew what trouble he might run into. He was a good brother and an even better friend, after all.
So he fetched the Falcon and the Winter Soldier and got them to do it instead.
Imagine being Tony’s secretary and he is always making you babysit Loki.
Warnings: sexual innuendos because I can’t write this without thinking dirty things lol.
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“Um, Y/N, why do you have Reindeer Games in chains?” Tony asked, entering the room.
“You told me to babysit him,” you shrugged.
“And she thought the best thing to do was tie me up in this chair,” Loki said.
“Don’t you have magic or something?” Tony narrowed his eyes. “I mean, to get off this things…”
“I prefer it to be this way,” Loki nodded.
“Oh, so you’re into this,” Tony said playfully with a grin on his face.
“What this?” Loki frowned.
“The dom/sub thing?”
“Tony!” you yelled, glaring at him.
“What?! I told you to babysit him, not to turn him into your sex slave or something,” your boss said, handing you a file. “Finish this for later, please.”
You took the folder angrily, almost ripping it off his hands. “I’ll do.” You watched Tony until he left the room.
“So, you’re into what Stark said?”
“Shut up or I’ll make you a gag so you can’t speak.”
“You’re really into that,” Loki smirked. “I like it.”
you didn’t think much of Loki bumping into the table when he came down for breakfast
nor did you think much of how long he stood staring into the cupboard to find his ‘World’s Okayest God of Mischief’ mug
however, when you turned to see that he was pouring orange juice into his bowl of cereal, instead of milk, your curiosity was… piqued, to say the least
“Trying a new take on cereal, are we?” “…what?” “Your cereal… and the… orange juice you’re pouring into it…?”
and he laughs a little awkwardly, looking at the carton in his hands
“Guess I grabbed the wrong one…”
and he just kinda awkwardly pauses
and just stands there, staring at the fridge
“Is…everything okay, Loki? You’re acting a little off.”
and he turns to look at you
and he’s got this embarrassed, almost apologetic look on his face
“I can’t see what the cartons say.” “I… what?” “The cartons. I can’t read them. My vision’s messed up.” “Do Gods get vision problems? Did you hit your head during the last mission? Should we go to a doctor?”
and he laughs softly
and shakes his head
“No, no. I’ve always had bad vision, I just… use my magic to… not have bad vision. Usually. I’m not sure what’s wrong.” “Wait… you can do that?”
and he opens his mouth to answer, but is interrupted by a quiet little
“Brother… why didn’t you say something?”
and you turn around to see Thor standing in the doorway, looking both shocked and a little hurt
Loki has the decency to look apologetic
“It didn’t seem important at the time.”
you insist on taking Loki to the optometrist though
“Just in case your magic messes up again sometime.” “You want me to wear glasses? They look to be a pain to deal with.”
you decide not to tell him about contact lenses
and he is an absolute pain to deal with at the eye doctor’s
refuses to stay still and cooperate
but once he’s finally done and you get him to start trying on different pairs of glasses
you become an immediate Fashion Consultant
you insist he really looks okay in any of them
and when he takes to wearing them around the compound some mornings
you make sure no one is too mean to him about them
Aw, thank you so much ❤ I’ll try my best. It is hard for me to imagine an inexperienced Loki, so lets travel back in time and take a look on a really young Loki 😉
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~ Nature has blessed Loki with an outstanding body. But as every warrior, he has to learn how to use his weapons properly.
~ So, when you and Loki met, he was in his early twenties. He had has sex before, but it was far from being good. Often, he just had quickies with a maiden or a lady he met in the palace.
~ With you it is different. Loki had quickly developed feeling for you, and you had fallen for the young prince easily.
~ You love each other with fiery passion, but as things get more and more serious, Loki becomes insecure.
~ He wants to show you his love physically, but is aware of the fact that his former affairs were different. So what if he cannot satisfy you?
~ You don’t know about Loki’s doubts until both of you are in his chambers, half naked and making out on his giant bed. You start to play with the hem of his underwear when he stops you.
~ “Loki? What is it?”, you ask in confusion. The god’s face is even paler than usual as he tries to find the right words. It is really embarassing for him. “Y/N, I…I want it to be perfect for you, but…but I don’t know how…”
~ Finally, you realize where is doubts come from. You take one of his hands, guiding it towards your breast, making Loki shiver. “Then let me show you, dear.”
~ And so you do. At first, Loki feels less comfortable. He is a proud man and not keen on taking advices. But he know its for the good of both of you, so he let you take the lead. At least for the moment.
~ You try to help him to rely on his instincts and encourage him to touch you.
~ Of course, you show him the importance of that little bundle of nerves between your legs.
~ Loki is a natural talent, so whenever he does something that pleases you, you reassure him with your words. Especially when he goes down on you.
~ “Yes, right there. That feels so good Loki.”
~ But your pleasure is not everything and you make sure to take care of Loki’s needs as well.
~ Loki is aware that he is longer and thicker than the ordinary man. Therefore, he is a little afraid to hurt you when he eases inside. But you just pull him closer by swinging your legs around his hips, enjoying the feeling of being so filled up.
~ The young god manages to hit the same sweet spot inside of you over and over again. Your moaning almost becomes a screaming. Needless to say that Loki’s courage is growing with every deep thrusts.
~ And in the end, he completely takes over control, changing his rhythm to tease you and turning you into a begging mess.
~ “Tell me, Y/N, my love, what should I do?”
~ His voice is no longer filled with insecurity, but mischief. You look into his glistening eyes as you say: “Please, m-make me cum, Loki!”
~ And with deep, intense thrusts, he does.
~ So, this is the story about how you turned an insecure, vulnerable God of Mischief into the predator we all know.
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Wow, did it just got hotter in here…? I hope you enjoyed it!
Imagine going to the zoo with Loki and at one of the enclosures an animal comes as close as it can to you and Loki, ‘The Largest ______ In Captivity’ the sign reads.
Loki hums, looking interested for the first time today “So this is where my son has been residing, he’s been missing for decades.”
You trudged on through the dusk lit forest with your large backpack. You absorbed the warm that the sun provided. It was the beginning of autumn, so the leaves just started to fall. You were able to hear the satisfying crunch of the leaves with almost every step. “How much farther till the spot?” One of your friends whined as they leaned against a tree panting. You turned around and rolled your eyes. “Only a few more minutes.” You tried to sound positive but the constant nagging was driving you crazy. “That’s what you said last time.” Another trooper of your little group complained. “It was only ten minutes ago, c’mon you can hear the river.” The other two sighed, adjusted their backpacks and walked passed you.
After finally arriving to your destination and setting up your tents you were designated wood collector, naturally. You were almost tempted to just take a log rather than digging through leaves. After a while of just grabbing twigs you decided to jump and break off branches. “I don’t think the tree likes that.” A sly voice whispered next to your ear. You used a stick to his the person behind you. But there was nothing there. Well there goes you anxiety.
Shakily you wandered back to the campsite always looking behind you. “(Y/N), shhhhhh.” One of your friends hushed you as they pointed to a deer standing stoically in the middle of the river staring dead at you dead in the eye. The deer walked ever so slowly towards you. Your friends watched amazed as the deer paused to be less than a meter away from you. A green shimmer covered the delicate creature to reveal a rather annoying creature. “Hello darling.” He smirked, but that instantly dropped as you shoved your pile of sticks in his arms. “Cool, can you magic us a fire as I prepare dinner.” Your friends stood there gobsmacked at your nonchalant attitude. Loki frowned and followed you almost like he was a child being told off by his parent. “I thought you would be more excited to see me.” He knelt down in front of the circle of rocks dropped the sticks snapping his fingers, the sticks glowing, flames growing and dancing in the air. “It’s my weekend off, I’m not babysitting for Thor.”
The god rolled his eyes standing up following you with his hands behind his back. “He’s actually returned to Asgard, I’m just avoiding him.” “So your annoying me?” You said with a voice of hatred, but a smile betrayed you. “I’m better company than these two.” He nodded his head towards your two friends who took out their phone to take hundreds of photos- well one was actually taking a video to document this sensational moment. You shook your head at them. “I beg to differ.” “Then beg.” You smirked wickedly, he knew you would challenge him. He enjoyed a bit of challenge. “Then make me.” You whispered offering him a sly smile.
A Thor spin-off film where Loki really is dead but he died with a Plan and that plan involves breaking out of the land of the dead and becoming even more goth and unkillable than before, but unfortunately all of Loki’s plans suck, leaving him to ask help from the only person who can help him and the person least likely to. It’s Heimdall, and Marvel NEEDS this high fantasy prison break buddy/arch nemesis comedy, the tagline is something like “they’ll be the death of each other” or like “these gods are conquering death…….if they don’t kill each other first” @ marvel you fuckig cowards listen
The last part to the not-so-thrilling saga of Loki Trying His Best To Be A Good Dad
At what point is it too late to make amends with an estranged child.
Is it after you were absent through it’s life, while it was used as a weapon and battle mount then killed, then resurrected to be used in battle again, and fought you, then was thrown into an empty sea and off a waterfall to presumably die?
Loki took a deep breath and mulled over those thoughts as he watched Fenris, who was worn ragged and soaked to the bone. Just fished from one of the lakes of a so far uninhabited world he fell to after the destruction of Asgard.
Maybe he should leave before Fenris awakens. More chance of survival that way. But the heaving breathes of the wolf and guilt Loki previously didn’t know he had kept him in place.
Loki now knows for some there is the possibility of a second chance, of having purpose and even a ‘happy ending’. But a giant wolf trained only to destroy? Was that possible? Had Fenris ever been shown affection at all in his days, Loki wasn’t aware.
Fenris’s groaned, too exhausted to move and barely able to open his eyes, yet he could sense he wasn’t alone, head shifting to stare at Loki and it was enough.
Loki recognized the brokenness of Fenris’s gaze, shattered fate and acceptance that this was the end. Anyone could easily kill Fenris in such a state, and Heimdall knows many would like to.
Loki sighed loudly. It was more of a groan at this point, and covered his face with his hand. He was really going through with this, his admittedly worst plan yet.
Smuggling a nearly 2 ton injured and whiny wolf through the realms and into Midgard was much easier than it should’ve been. Especially with that wizard upstart ‘guarding’ Midgard. True, he took more remote portals and realm tears, but it would almost be worrisome if Loki had cared.
A few strong and well placed illusions and Fenris was securely hidden where no pesky wizards or otherwise would find him, a scenic part of the forest Loki had warded against any intruders for a little peace during his time ‘being grounded’ and forced to stay close to the (pesky) Avengers.
Fenris whined as Loki walked towards the small sanctuary’s exit, a blurry portal to the outside.
“You must stay here Fenris, I need to bring someone to meet you.” Loki rolled his eyes when Fenris whined louder, how was this the same creature Hela commanded not 3 months ago.
During Loki’s time living with the Avengers he had mapped out every room, passageway and hidden compartment. Along with all of the residents schedules, habits and even the air ducts due to Clint’s preferred travel, (In the end led to nothing interesting, disappointing but not surprised) but still, it was memorized.
Things Loki thought could be useful information would he ever want to try breaking out or breaking in again.
Mainly he used such knowledge for small pranks, he is the trickster god after all.
But it also made easy for entering the compound and sneaking through without being noticed.
Silently working his way up to one of the many lounging rooms in the building he found Gummy, a huge mass covered in short fur splayed out near the floor to ceiling windows and enjoying the sun and fast asleep, the person he was searching for sat comfortably against the beast using him as a backrest.
“(Y/n),” Loki’s mischievous grin overtook his face, now realizing how interesting things could get if it all works out. “I have a challenge to offer you.”
Gummy’s tail started thumping, shaking the sturdy floors only slightly, immediately recognizing his voice.
The young avenger looked up, catching his near contagious grin, fun was always near with Loki around.
“Fenris. THE Fenris? The one that’s supposed to swallow the sun and fought Hulk?” (Y/n) sounded something between skeptical and impressed .
He only scoffed “Your ‘vikings’ took many of our prophecies and twisted them into something else. Eating the sun is an entirely different story.”
They stood beside him, watching the large wolf curiously and only raised an eyebrow as Loki’s words.
“So,” (Y/n) drawled the word "what exactly is my challenge here?“
Loki shifted his weight, he actually hadn’t thought things would work quite this smoothly.
"Tame him.”
The teen smiled, excitement lighting up their eyes and looking from Loki towards the wolf almost ecstatic.
"No. No no no no that can’t be possible. That thing can’t be here I threw it off a cliff! It fell!“ Bruce started to panic as soon as Fenris turned to see what the commotion was only making a gruff sound of acknowledgment and glancing at him.
You only rolled your eyes as the rest of the Avengers finally poured out of the compound to see what your big surprise was.
And it was indeed ‘big’. Big enough to get half of your adopted family riled up.
Bucky though seemed to be enjoying himself , unable to fully conceal the grin on his face because 1- a giant dog, the future is awesome, and 2- Steve’s slack jawed face was hilarious.
Thor was speechless, he had been sure Fenris would have perished but the fates aren’t often easy on him, and he knew Loki wouldn’t put (Y/n) in danger so this wasn’t a sudden ploy to take over, it was… odd. So he opted to stand aside while the rest of the Avengers handled whatever lay ahead.
"You said we could get a puppy!” (Y/n) retaliated while Bruce became near frantic and Tony said no over and over while staring at Fenris and started towards where he lay, his tail starting to wag as you approached.
“(Y/n) don’t go near-” Steve tried to grab your arm but you were already leaned against the mound of soft fur.
“That thing-” Tony gestured wildly to Fenris with one arm for emphasis “is not a puppy!”
“Ton, all dogs are puppies.”
Tony pinched his temples and took a deep breath “This is not what I pictured when you begged for permission to get a ‘service dog’ for Barnes.”
You shrugged, not particularly worried and fluffed a patch of fur. “I never specified what kind of dog.”
“That’s a wolf, (Y/n). A bloodthirsty, gigantic wolf.”
“Ancestor of Pomeranians.”
“That makes no difference!”
Loki stood off to the side while (Y/n) ‘convinced’ the avengers to allow Fenris to stay. (Not that they truly had any decision in the matter, your mind was made up.)
Thor walked up beside his brother and coughed “So then I suppose Gummy…is?”
His hand gesture towards the pair of now happily frolicking beasts then at Loki was easy enough to understand and enough to make Loki roll his eyes at Thor’s stiffened posture.
“Yes, Thor. Gummy is my offspring. I thought it would have been obvious enough to you.” Loki’s eyes stayed trained on his children, not giving his brother the satisfaction.
Thor relaxed, it would’ve been rude to suggest whatever Gummy is was his kid if he wasn’t “I had my suspicions. He grew rather quickly.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
A loud whine rang out when Gummy slammed his weight into Fenris before hopping away and giving a raspy bark to play again.
Thor smiled warmly, he was glad to see his family getting along so well, much happier than anyone had been in Asgard.
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