I’m pretty proud of the language in this one. It’s been so long since i’ve written anything solely Loki that I’m concerned it’s drifted from his character. Also Asgardian!Reader is my new favourite thing – I hope you guys like it too. This request was made by @luchmich and I think it’s the first Christmas fic I’ve written ACTUALLY about Christmas! All of the other ones were just about snow. Not all that Chrristmassy to be honest, depending on where you live… Ah well, enjoy!
“Midgard Traditions”
The palace was wonderfully quiet
in the evening. The only sound that could be heard was the soft padding of your
feet on the crimson carpet as you wandered through it. Your mother was a close
friend of The Allmother, Queen Frigga, so every year when the world was at its
coldest and the nights at their longest, you and your family were invited to the
castle for several weeks.
As you turned a corner, you felt
a slender arm link with yours. Loki pulled you against his hip and fell into step
with you.
“Good evening.” He smiled. You bowed your head.
“My prince.”
“Every year you refer to me thusly, and every year I must remind you not to.”
“Then I suggest you desist, as your words are having no effect.”
Peter Parker: -on meeting Loki, offers his hand- Hi, I’m Peter!
Loki: -shakes his hand- Loki of Asgard.
Peter: Aren’t you like…a bad guy?
Loki: It varies from moment to moment.
Peter: So like…on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst evil imaginable, like…killing puppies, and one being I’ll spit on your hotdog…where are you right now?
Not sure how I feel about this one. The request was all good and fine but I just don’t think I did a good job. I don’t think this level of compassion is quite in Loki’s nature but I’ve done my best. I hope that the person who requested it – @totes-ma-yogurt – still enjoys it. I’m sorry it might not live up to the standard my work sometimes is. Otherwise, enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt: Hello again wonderful writer 😀 I was thinking, you write all the characters so well and I wonder how you would write them with a chubby reader. An I know you’ve prolly got tons of shy/cautious requests and I know your busy an I don’t want to stress-
“Hold Tight”
“It is only dinner.” Loki sighed as he watched you rifle
through your wardrobe. “Nobody shall care what you wear.”
“I don’t care what I wear. I just
care how I look.”
“In what realm are those different things?” He said, lowering himself into the
seat by your bed.
“Well, I don’t care what I wear. I just want to make sure that I’m comfortable
and feel good.”
Loki had faced the Avengers again when a notorious Asgardian
threatened to destroy both his and their realm. After putting himself in the
way of Tony and the villain’s attack, he was allowed to redeem himself. You had
been responsible for the care of his injuries and it slowly developed into
something… more.
Stark was hosting a small get together with the team to
celebrate the birth of Barton’s latest child and he’d had the grace to invite
Loki. It wasn’t necessarily formal but…
“You know my opinion.” Loki purred as he flashed you a
smile. “You could wear anything or nothing and I would see you as nothing more
than perfect.”
“You flatter me.” You smiled sarcastically. “But it’s not that simple.”
Now I listened to the original song of Warmth by Bastille, but I felt that the live acoustic version of the song worked much better. Here’s the link. Thanks to @branchescuttheskyopen for the request! I don’t know if the story is too repetitive of a theme but it’s all I could think to do. You’ll let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!
Warmth
Prompt[s]: Could you do a pre-Thor!LokixAsgardian!Reader based on the song Warmth by Bastille? Please?
Sometimes there was no talking to Loki. The rising sun flickers
with light like a tossed coin. Heads, he is sociable and good-humoured. Tails,
he’s cold. Unresponsive.
Today was a tails day.
You stood outside Loki’s door and knocked gently. There came
no response despite you knowing that he was in there.
“Just another one of those days,” you sighed to yourself, readying to admit
defeat.
“One of what days?” came a muffled response. Either Loki had shrunk by 5 feet
or he was on his knees, whispering through the bottom of the door. Knowing
neither was especially likely, you moved on.
“Are you going to open the door?”
“No. One of what days?” He asked again. You sighed and
lowered yourself to the floor, realising shortly afterwards that he must be
doing the same.
“You’re a cannon, Loki. Some days you’re all firing, all blazing, and there’s
no stopping you. Other days you’re…”
“Empty,” he mumbles. “No fire.”
So this might be slightly cheesy but I kind of like it. Let me know what you think because honestly I can’t tell if it’s ACTUALLY any good. @agentpiku, bless her soul, read through it and enjoyed it. Hopefully you do too!
Prompt[s]: I love your Loki stories, and so I was wondering, would you mind writing a Loki X reader? The reader works with the avengers and has insomnia and hasn’t been sleeping well. The Avengers notice, but don’t say anything. They also know of her hatred for Loki.One night Loki comes into her room and proposes a trade. He will help her sleep if she gains mural respect for him. If you can thank you!
‘A Deal’s a Deal’
One.
Two.
Three.
Loki clasped his hands in front of his abdomen after having
knocked. He received no immediate response, and cleared his throat awkwardly.
It was 3 o’clock in the morning. He’d been deliberating this for quite some
time. However, he’d acted on sound information.
Insomnia had taken a hold of you many months ago, after a
mission gone wrong had led to your kidnapping. When the Avengers had finally
located you, terror didn’t cover half of what you were feeling. Every night since,
after an hour or two had peacefully passed, you could feel a pair of hands
around your throat, and a voice demanding information.
The first time it happened, you were spending your first
night home alone again, you deemed it a nightmare and rolled over. The second
time it happened, you were a little more concerned. The third time brought you
to your knees outside of the closest bedroom door yours. Weeping. Shaking.
Sleep-deprived. Thor had taken you in without hesitation.
A/N: Yeah I had to put the pairing identifier in the actual post because it’s almost longer than the whole post itself? Anyway. This was a lot of fun to write and I really liked writing the imagines from @ceylon-morphe286 that go along with this! I do need to be more creative with the Scandinavian baby names though… Sorry! I just…really like Sigrid and Torunn (who’s not a part of this one…but oh well)?
Oh and yeah I don’t normally get more than one request out in a day but I always wanted this to be short and cute. Kinda filler-y, even though it’s not filling any particular space. I guess I’m just feeling generous today.
Warnings: Literally none. This is short, sweet, and to the point.
“while she is here, neither of us are to flirt with her, agreed?” Thor asked.
“agreed.” Loki sighed.
the elevator doors opened and they entered the throne room where you were standing, “there are my boys!” you grinned, hugging them both, “glad you’re not back on the dark side Loki.” you joked, nudging him.
“well, why would i want to be on the dark side when they don’t have you?” Loki said immediately.
Thor rolled his eyes, of course, Loki wouldn’t stick to the agreement.
Summary: To him, he’s a monster. To her, he’s her everything.
Pairing: Loki x reader
Word Count: 1,019
Warnings: Wee bit of angst? idk lol
You huffed for what felt like the hundredth time, scowling as you stood still for a second in the middle of the vast corridor to think. You’d checked the library, the gardens, the stables and the training grounds, you’d even checked your chambers. He was nowhere to be found.
A/N: So this idea has been in my darfts for so long, i decided to finally post it. Pls leave feedback!
Pairing: Loki x reader
Summary: You have nightmares about him in the night. And you daydream about him in the day.
Word Count: 872
Gasping for breath, you startled awake. Sweat coated you head to toe, making your thin nightshirt stick to your back. Sighing, you sat up, pushing the sheets off and running a hand through your hair.
A year ago, you would have shrugged this off and went back to sleep, deeming it a ‘silly nightmare’ and not giving it a second thought.
Hell, a year ago you wouldn’t have had a nightmare to begin with.
But then New York happened, and your entire world got flipped upside down. You lost people, important people, at the hands of a maniacal god in his thirst for revenge.
A/N: Okay, this is my first ever Loki fic, I hope y’all like it! Pls leave feedback 🙂
Pairing: Loki x reader
Summary: It’s the reader’s job to teach Loki to be nice. She falls in love with him along the way.
Word Count: 979
Warnings: Swearing, maybe?
When Thor had showed up in New York with a certain green clad god, Tony had all but flipped out.
It had taken a good two days to convince him that Loki was trying to ‘redeem himself’, as Thor put it, and he thought Midgard was a good place to start.
Of course, they assigned him to you, since your luck was just that good. Intended sarcasm.
Toad's Cave 