Accidentally falling asleep on him without meaning too.
You were both talking and oops. You feel asleep on his arm.
He doesn’t mind, as you’re basically the only mortal he allows to come near him, much less actually come to know him.
You drifted off midsentence, and he couldn’t figure out why, as he had his nose stuck in a book.
He only looked down when he felt your head hit his arm.
He saw you sleeping and felt shock, with a little bit of happiness.
He felt happy you trusted him it seemed, to not disrupt your sleep.
(Probably shouldn’t have trusted him to not trick you at least once when sleeping.)
He slowly maneuvered his arm to wrap it better around you, unsure of what to do.
You guys were on the couch and he was unsure of where to put you.
It was also really late at night, so he felt like he needed to get you to a bed.
He bookmarks his place as best he can, and attempts to pick you up softly and gently, to not wake you up.
You stir a tiny bit, but then fall back asleep, causing him to sigh in relief.
He carries you to the bed, lying down with you, and you’re resting your head on his chest, preferring his chest as a pillow, rather than the actual pillow.
He really didn’t mind.
The next morning you woke up before him, and take the moment to look at him.
Boy were you grateful to have someone like him in your life.
thor: he will surely be remembered for being such a terrible liar who faked his own death several times.. aaand there he is at the back in the stupid big helmet. i’d like to apologize to everyone here once again
We all know he would tease the hell out of you 😉 ___________________________
~ 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 ❤
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I hope you like it! (It’s pretty terrible) @unknownuserhasjoined
“You’re really an angel?”
“Yep.”
“With wings and everything?” Natasha asked.
“I do have wings.”
“Can we see them?”
“You can’t just ask someone to see their wings Nat.” Bruce added.
Tony Stark still had a confused look on his face, “But shouldn’t you be…more holy? Or something?”
You chuckled, “I mean I used to be. A weapon of Heaven and all that. But when the angels fell, I realized it was easier to try to fit in.”
“When the angels did what now?!”
“It’s a long story.”
Steve, being the only one with manners, extended a hand. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Steve Rogers. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need.”
“I’ll try not to impose. I just need some time to let my wings heal and I’ll be out of your hair.”
The man with his own set of wings added, “Yeah, you saved all our asses, stay forever.” He wasn’t wrong. The Avengers had been trying, and failing, to fight the newest alien invasion when you spotted the commotion from across the street.
He made to leave the room but he stopped to shake your hand. “I’m Sam by the way.”
“Nice to meet you.”
The rest of the team filed out pretty quickly after that, they were all exhausted, except the raven haired man. He lingered in the corner until the room was empty. You thought he might speak to you, so you waited until it became apparent he was just going to stand there. Just when you started to leave the room, “So what are you really?”
You whipped back around, “Excuse me?”
“Y/N. I have been alive much longer than anyone else here. I am very much aware that angels do not exist. If my brother had been here, I’m sure he would have brought it up as well. But you must be something. I saw the way you took those beings out. Which brings me back to my original question, what are you? I’ve never encountered something that could burn out eyes like you did.”
“Well, first of all, I’d prefer not to be called something. I’m a person too. Second of all, I am an angel. If you haven’t encountered one that would be because our numbers have been dwindling for years. I can’t help you.”
He scoffed, “Come now. You can tell me the truth.”
Is he serious? “Okay fine.” Before he had the time to form the self satisfied smirk, you brought out your wings. They weren’t as full as they once had been, but you thought they’d get the job done.
The man stammered and stuttered and tried to get a sentence out, “I-i, uh, y-ou, you really are an angel?”
“Yes. Now that that dilemma is solved, can I go to bed now?”
“Um, yes. I, uh, I apologize.”
“It’s fine. Really. Goodnight.” You turned to leave again.
“Goodnight. Oh! My name is Loki, by the way. I realize I never introduced myself.”
“It’s nice to meet you Loki.”
After your conversation with Loki, the two of you became fast friends. He had lots of questions about life as an angel, and it was cute how excited he got about it. So you might’ve developed a tiny crush on the God of Mischief. Who could blame you, really? It wasn’t just that he was attractive, he could also hold an intelligent conversation. You talked about your favorite books, he told you about life on Asgard, and you shared your experience as an angel. Little did you know, Loki felt the same way about you. It wasn’t like you were ever going to tell each other. What kind of sense would that make? Until the Avengers encountered a group who called themselves “The Guardians of the Galaxy” while on a mission. And a girl named Mantis flipped your entire world upside down.
The Guardians were staying at the tower, while they healed and recuperated from the fight. You were all sitting eating breakfast and getting to know each other, when Drax brought up Mantis’ powers.
“She can feel whatever you’re feeling, all she has to do is touch you.”
“Seriously?” Bruce gasped. “How’d you end up with that ability?”
“I’ve been this way all my life. I could show you if you would like.”
“Yes please! Definitely.” Tony piped up.
“Yay!” Mantis rose to her feet. You tried to shrink into yourself and think about anything but Loki. If she touched you would she feel the love you had for him?
Luckily for you, she started with Tony, since he seemed so excited.
“You feel content. You are glad to be around friends and with the one you love.”
Tony blushed and ducked his head mumbling a, “Yeah, that’s right.” Pepper kissed his cheek and he turned even more red.
“Who would like to be next?”
No one spoke up so Steve said, “Why not Loki? Let’s see if it works on him.”
“Oh that’s a good point. He is Asgardian? Do you think it’ll still work?”
If you had spared a glance at Loki, you would have noticed the flush creeping up his neck.
“N-no. No I can’t imagine it would. You need not worry Mantis.”
“I can always try! Here sit still.” She started his way, and he was positively terrified. Could she really feel his emotions too? Would she be able to tell? Surely if she got near him she’d feel the overwhelming affection he had for you. She touched his arm and her eyes lit up.
“You feel love! Sexual love! For her!”
Your heart broke with every word she said. Until you realized everyone was silent and you looked up from your lap. Everyone was staring at you.
“M-me?”
“Yes!” Mantis looked thrilled. Loki on the other hand was about to melt into the chair.
“Really Loki?”
“I- um. Uh, Y-y/n. Um. I’ll be g-oing now. I apologize.” He was on his feet and halfway down the hall in an instant.
“Loki wait!” You rushed after him. If he felt the same way you did, you had to talk to him about it.
You finally got close enough to him to grab his wrist. “Hey you. Talk to me.”
He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I apologize Y/N. I would never have jeopardized our friendship. Please, um. Please forgive me.” His voice was beginning to crack, and it broke your heart.
You reached up to lay a hand against his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “Loki you don’t need to apologize. I love you too.”
His eyes snapped open, “You, what? You do?”
You giggled, “Of course you big goof.”
He broke into the biggest grin and enveloped you in a hug that lifted you off the ground. He whispered in your ear, “This is the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
You squeezed your arms around his neck and thought about how Heaven had nothing on Loki.
“Imagine being Loki’s only friend in the Avengers Tower and getting caught braiding his hair.”
requested by: anon
You were hungry. You had tried persuading your stomach that it was two o’clock in the morning, hardly the time for a nacho craving. But your stomach had stubbornly refused to listen, so you climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As you rummaged through the fridge, trying to find the salsa, you thought you heard a voice coming from the connected room. Nachos suddenly forgotten, you closed the fridge and went to investigate.
Cautiously, you poked your head into the adjacent room. This room had a rather large dining tables at one end, and a huge television set surrounded by comfy couches and armchairs at the other. Seated on one of these couches, with his back to you, was none other than the God of Mischief himself.
You and Loki had unexpectedly bonded since taking up residence in Avenger Tower. The demigod was fairly antisocial, but always seemed to open up a bit for you. That didn’t mean, however, that you weren’t still a little intimidated by him. So, you approached quietly, trying to figure out what he was doing without alerting him to your presence. Your stealth failed, though, as you were so focused on Loki that you failed to notice one of the dining chairs wasn’t pushed in, and you tripped over it.
Loki swore and leapt to his feet, spinning to see the source of the commotion, then chuckled at the sight of you trying to extricate yourself from the chair. He waited, politely amused, for you to straighten up before he asked, one eyebrow raised, “What exactly were you trying to do?”
You scratched at the back of your neck, trying to hide your nervousness, but getting the strange, sinking feeling that the Asgardian could see right through you.
“I was just… getting a snack. What about you?”
“Getting a snack involved attacking the furniture, did it?”
“Well… no,” you admitted, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt now.
“It’s not a good idea to sneak up on me, you know,” Loki informed you, not coldly, but matter-of-factly, before turning and sitting on the couch again.
You took this as an invitation, and came and sat at one end of the couch, far enough away to give Loki his space, but close enough that you could see what he had been doing. On the coffee table was a mirror, propped up against a tissue box, and a rather large pair of scissors. On the floor at Loki’s feet was a thin lock of black hair, which he reached for now.
“Were you–” you began, but he cut you off.
“I was trying to cut my hair,” Loki spat. “It’s getting most unruly, and I’m beginning to tire of it.”
“I see,” you said gently. You couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t also trying to match his brother’s new style, even if just subconsciously. You decided not to press the issue. Loki was kind to you, yes, even friendly, but you weren’t sure how far his patience would extend. You thought for a moment, a rather uneasy silence hanging over the pair of you. “Would you like some help?” you asked finally, edging a bit closer to the demigod.
Loki looked up from the lock of hair in his hands, a look of genuine surprise on his face.
“Yes,” he said, after some consideration. “Yes, I suppose that would be all right.” he picked up the scissors and began to hand them to you. But then he hesitated, biting his lip.
“Yes?” you prompted. It was clear he was battling with himself. Summoning up your courage, you scooted even closer, and reached out to take both of Loki’s hands in your own. You gently pulled the scissors from his hand and set them aside. “Perhaps,” you suggested, “you should sleep on it before you go cutting your hair off.”
“Perhaps,” he agreed, not taking his hands away. The silence that fell now was much more comfortable. Loki’s eyes searched yours for a while, and then he gently squeezed your hands before murmuring, “Thank you.”
“Of course,” you said. “That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?”
Loki nodded thoughtfully, his eyes growing somewhat distant.
“Now how about I help you find another way to tame your hair?” you said, injecting a little more cheer into the mood of the room. You gently directed Loki to sit on the floor in front of you, giving you access to his hair. “How do you feel about braids?”
“I’m not sure,” Loki admitted.
You grinned.
“Let’s give them a try.”
You began running your fingers through the demigod’s long black hair, gently working the tangles out. Loki closed his eyes and sighed, apparently rather enjoying your touch. Once the tangles were gone, you set to work on a neat French braid that would keep Loki’s hair from his face.
Lost again in concentration, you both jumped as someone spoke behind you.
“I can’t believe you guys are having a slumber party without me,” Tony Stark quipped, swirling a drink with one hand and using a dish towel to wipe grease from his face with the other. “I don’t have enough hair for braids, obviously, but we could do pedicures, if you’re game.”
You finished wrapping your hair tie around the end of Loki’s braid and stood up.
“Actually, I was just about to head back to bed,” you said, making your exit and leaving Loki staring after you with a puzzled expression on his face.
Where could that man be? Loki would always find a way to ‘disappear’ and with that, of course, always came mischief. This was not an unusual thing yet you were a little upset by it every time.
You sprinted through the many halls of Asgard, searching for him. Being the good girlfriend you are, you always tried to find Loki before anyone else so that he wouldn’t get in so much trouble. As a bonus, you could sense Loki’s magic using your own if he was close.
Finally, after much too long, you felt something. He was nearby. You decided to see what he was doing before unveiling your presence to the God of Mischief. Navigating carefully between golden columns as to not be seen, you finally found a spot where you could see what Loki was doing, hoping against hope it wasn’t dangerous.
But you were pleasantly surprised.
You found Loki sat on the floor, leaned against a column, playing with a black cat, which was chasing his finger. Your heart fluttered as you saw a side of the man you loved that you hadn’t seen before.
“Loki,” Your voice came out soft and gentle, giving away what you thought of the situation.
Loki had been distracted enough not to sense your presence and was a little surprised by the sound of your voice. “My Queen.” A smiled had appeared on his face as he used the term of endearment that was only for your ears.
You sat down beside him and took the cat out of his hands but he hissed.
“He only likes you, apparently.”
Loki’s smiled widened, “I’m keeping him then.”
The cat settled down to sleep in his lap and you softly stroked its little head. “Have you thought of a name?”
“Arkin. The son of eternal King,” he said with a nod.
You smiled. Of course Loki would find a way to be defiant, even through a cat.
Asgard. One of the Nine Realms and your home for many a year. You had grown up as one of the local children until your parents died in an accident. Queen Frigga then adopted you as one of her own and, though you missed your parents dearly, you never looked back.
Friends for life were found in the sons of Odin – Thor and Loki – with whom you frequently enjoyed the company of. You and Thor could often be seen riding together and socialising alongside the Warriors Three. However when you wanted to be alone, you would retreat to the library. Loki would almost always join you and silently sit reading in the chair next to you just to make sure you always had company if you ever wanted it.
It was after one such day that you retired to your chambers and clambered into your bed. The covers were always so welcoming after a tiring day and though avoiding Fandral’s advances and gossiping with Sif had been fun, you just wanted some peace and quiet with your thoughts to yourself. As you lay in bed, your mind drifted to the earlier conversations…
You had been sat here for a few hours now – solitary. Stark Tower had become the base of operations for the Avengers whom you had reluctantly joined. Your reputation for insane combat skills and your tough exterior got you onto SHIELD’s radar – though not necessarily in the best way. The only reason you were not chained up and left in a rotting cell was because you were more useful working with the Avengers than against them. You neither liked them or disliked them – they were your team-mates; colleagues and nothing more. Their relationship with each other, on the other hand, was more jovial than you cared to think about so when Stark suggested playing a game of cards, you retreated from the room forthwith. On one of the upper floors, you sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey that you swirled slowly around the glass. You were used to your own company and found that time alone with your thoughts was valuable. However, being frequently in the company of the Avengers had begun to acclimatise you to being around people. It irritated you that you were beginning to miss the sound of laughter and conversation when you were usually so content without it.
As you sat, silently scolding yourself for wanting company, somebody entered the room. Their entrance would have been almost unnoticeable had you not felt the hairs on the back of your neck shift slightly at the displacement within in the room. Placing your glass down gently, you waited a few seconds until you could be sure the person was behind you. When they were, you pushed back off the chair and threw your leg up in a kick that collided with the chest of the assailant. You watched as their figure flew backwards through the air before hitting the pillar in the middle of the room where they slumped down. Their long hair covered their face so that it took you a minute to determine who it was. With a quick flick of the head, the man was able to reveal his face to you.
I saw this gif as a Loki x Reader Imagine and it inspired the following one-shot. Just some cute Loki fluff.
“Make a Choice”
Blinking, you lifted your head up and examined the surroundings. You and your younger brother had been playing in the woods when you had gotten separated. After running around in search of him, you leant on a tree to catch your breath and had felt yourself falling.
You had woken up on hard ground, you knew not where. Everywhere your gaze looked had a golden tinge and seemed to sparkle. It appeared that the walls were made of ivory and marble suggesting that wherever you were was not a poor place. As you made to move you felt a thundering voice speak to you. “Be careful, mortal. You took quite a fall.” Spinning your head around, you saw that the owner of the voice was a tall man with luscious blonde hair. A riotous smile adorned his face and upon catching your eye, he leaned forward so that his face was close to yours. “Hello there.” He grinned, stroking a piece of hair out of your face and behind your ear. His large hands then moved under you and effortlessly lifted you up. After you had been helped to your feet, the man held you cautiously for a minute to ensure weren’t going to collapse. You were grateful for this because honestly, you felt as though you might.
“Thank you.” You managed to mumble. “Where are you from, my lady?” “Well… Where am I now?” You put your hand to your throbbing forehead as you tried to remember any more details about your journey. “The palace of Asgard.” The blonde man replied, leaning in and crouching slightly so that his face was just beneath your own. He gazed up at you with concern. “Is that in New York?” You asked. The place sounded familiar but you couldn’t think why. “New York? You are from Midgard!” He exclaimed before slapping you heartily on the back. However he was quick to catch you once he realised that you were almost knocked to the ground again. Whilst you were in his embrace, he began to move forward. “Allow me to take you somewhere that you may rest.”
I struggled with the plot for this one but hopefully this one was alright. I didn’t quite know how to make a good scenario in which Loki could be jealous but hopefully it was subtle enough that I covered it over with some angst. Plus FRIGGA BEING A LOVELY MUM WHO JUST KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT IS GOING ON IS LIKE MY FAVOURITE THING EVER. For floating-balloon, I hope it was what you were looking for. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt: Something with Loki maybe I’m ok so Thor and u r really close friends and at first Loki doesn’t care but he sees how close u and Thor can get and like playful flirting and he jets jealous idk if ya want
“My Best Friend’s Brother”
“Higher, Thor. Higher!” You cried. The God’s hands were on
your waist and he had lifted you with ease into the air but still your
fingertips were just a bit shy of the black pear.
“If I lift you any higher, you shall fall.” He laughed from underneath you.
“Loki! Come and help us.” You called out to the Trickster God who was sitting
at the base of the tree with a book in his hand. Rolling his eyes, he looked up
and sighed.
“I shall not be partaking in such foolish activities.” He
muttered. Thor nudged him with this foot whilst still trying to hold you in the
air.
“Come now brother, do not deny us your services.”
“I find it curious that you still insist upon my assistance despite my most
blatant refusal.” Loki slammed his book shut to make a statement before
standing and walking off. He had been reading so peacefully until Thor and his
friend had arrived. The two had known each other for countless years and always
seemed to be in each other’s company – he only wished that they could do so
without disturbing. On their own, they were tolerable, the woman more so, but
together they were a barrage of laughter and playfulness that Loki just
couldn’t stand.
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