A/N: I saw a bunch of pictures where couples would paint stuff in each other’s backs and I thought that was pretty darn cute. I don’t think it turned out as well as I wanted it but at least I finally get to cross this off my list!
Summery: You convince Loki to try something new with this artistic talent!
A/N: How have I never written for Jotun Loki?!?!?! Thank you for sending me this and giving me a chance to right my wrongs! Also, this is partly inspired by my current situation. My AC broke the other day and we probably wont get it fixed until next week ;~; It’s so freaking hot! Anyway, I hope this is okay for you!
Summery: It’s one of the hottest days of the summer and your AC is unfortunately broken.
A/N: Just something super duper short based off a really adorable Loki x Reader post from @boohooiamthefool! I hope you don’t mind! (If not, I’ll take it down.)
Summery: Based off this post! (I’m sorry but I had to link it from my blog because it wouldn’t let me link it from your blog for some reason!)
There was another thing about Loki’s nonhumanoid children. They tended to grow large.
Large enough that someone or other would always decide they were perfect to ride into battle at some point and it appeared Gummy was no exception for size.
The small clumsy creature he had brought to Midgard not even a year ago was now large and lumbering, a sturdy creature that was still filled with playful excitement and a nightmare if you’re caught when he’s bounding through the halls beside (Y/n).
By now he was nearly the size of a hummer, probably almost fully grown if he ends up anything like his siblings have been.
None of the team besides Thor seemed happy about Gummy anymore, being apprehensive in the first place and now that he didn’t seem to stop growing, it didn’t help the matter.
But none of them had the nerve to tell you or the heart to suggest separating you from Gummy either.
Loki couldn’t help but wonder if Gummy would soon join Fenris and Sleipnir in the profession of battle steed, you were an Avenger after all, and Gummy’s horn like nose and bulk would make a decent battering ram he supposed.
By some hope Loki wished briefly that that wouldn’t be the case. That the cheerfulness and innocent thrill for life wouldn’t be dulled in battle, even for a good cause.
Maybe it was time for Loki to take another visit.
Gummy was huge and Gummy was growing. He ate enough to feed the entire team twice over, Thor included, for every meal. Really, he would be hard to keep if not for Tony’s credit card.
But he was your baby.
Just a really overgrown puppy honestly, complete with lethal slobbery kisses, a wagging tail of doom and he loved following you everywhere.
Fetch too, fetching was fun and he was perfect for teaching new tricks! Gummy loved to please everyone and get attention, you and Peter would train him new little tricks with a pile of treats every so often.
Poor Gummy always got so sad when people he tried to greet to the compound got scared of him. Usually looking so heartbroken that they would find the courage to pet him lightly before running off to whatever they showed up for.
From time to time members of the team would get testy about Gummy, it was ridiculous but not hard to see.
You though, had a perfect plan of how to utilize Gummy and make him an official member and true asset to the team.
As Gummy grew he was no longer a soft and squishy fuzzlump, his skin grew to a thick hide like wild boars but stronger, his wings were still short for his size but could still fly him, quite expertly with your practice might you add, but beat like nothing else and were near impenetrable.
So really you had the perfect use for him in the field, you couldn’t wait to show the others.
When Loki landed on Earth this time he came by himself, planning to check in on Gummy and leave without being spotted, he couldn’t be seen as sentimental after all. He has a reputation to uphold, and your affectionate hugs are more than enough wounds to it already.
What Loki did not expect to find when he arrived though was young (Y/n) and Gummy in the field behind the compound, nor with him wearing a contraption on his back just odd enough to cement fears within the god.
Gummy sensed his presence before you did, making a deep barkish yap before bounding over excitedly.
“Loki! You’re just in time.” (Y/n) ran up after Gummy, then excitedly tightening one of the leather straps on his side
“In time for what exactly?” Loki inquired while Gummy licked the side of his face in one swipe, sadly he, along with many others had given up trying to stop such greetings awhile ago. It was futile.
“Well,” you hauled yourself up on a sort of rope ladder was against his son’s side “I figured since he’s so strong and naturally armored that he could help out on missions!” you spoke with glee.
Loki didn’t know why his throat tightened slightly, this is something obvious to be expected.
He swallowed thickly. “Help how exactly?”
Loki envisioned Gummy when he was smaller, always playing and yapping, the most pain the small thing had ever endured was falling when his clumsy wings flew him into walls on occasion. Thor being one of such walls.
Loki looked at his son, still with tail wagging, happy and thrilled by life, untouched purity of heart.
Still, he told himself, even with hardships and battles alike Gummy would be loved and cared for unlike his others. There was no need to fret about the unchangeable.
“Well,” by now you had already climbed onto Gummy’s back, not that the creature even registered your weight “I thought he’d be perfect for evacuating and getting anyone trapped to safety while we fight, so I made a harness and we’ve been practicing rumble removal.”
(Y/n)’s hand patted Gummy’s neck, a proud grin on their face and Gummy wiggled a little harder at the attention.
Loki on the other hand was, possibly for the first time in his life, speechless. His eye twitched ever so slightly.
“What.”
“What d’you think? We’ve still got a lot of training to do before he’d hit the field with us but I think’ll work great! Peter’s been helping me create obstacles for Gummy to solve…”
The sound of your voice turned to static in Loki’s ears while you droned on, comprehending your words then turning to other matters, a possibly plan for self redemption concocting in his mind.
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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?”
It wasn’t uncommon for Loki to join Thor on his visits to Midgard, whether voluntary or because Thor wouldn’t let him stay behind.
Usually the latter. Although Loki was no longer a seen as the enemy, having become one of the Avengers as well as part of his punishment. He had even become almost fond of the youngest hero during his time on ‘house arrest’ at the tower.
A teen named (Y/n), who much to his annoyance at the time refused to take his unsocial brooding as an answer and stubbornly demanded his friendship.
This happened to be one of the times he was more compliant for the trip, possibly having whispered the suggestion of visiting earth into his brother’s ear so it wouldn’t appear that he was the one who wanted to go.
Thor was easy enough to trick into it, always enthusiastic about seeing his friends and luckily so preoccupied with it he didn’t ask where Loki had been, nor of the basket he carried.
Heimdall teleported them to Midgard in an instant, the smell of singed grass permeated the air as they headed towards the compound, Thor striding ahead with thrill of reunion.
As always, the team came to greet them upon arrival, all but one already present once they walked through the entrance.
Soon after, the sound of running and Thor was attacked from behind, arms around his neck in what would be a choking hug as (Y/n) dangled on his back.
“No one told me you were coming!” there was too much happiness in (Y/n)’s voice to really be a complaint.
Thor laughed, spinning in a circle while the teen clung to not be thrown off. “Apologies dear (Y/n), we hadn’t planned this visit until now.”
Their attention quickly turned to Loki, no doubt ready to climb down and pounce on him for a less dramatic hug, it was tradition by now.
“I have brought you a gift from Asgard.” Loki didn’t miss the spark in (Y/n)’s eye, attention turning to the woven basket at his side.
“Really? Can I open it?” (Y/n) gave Loki a brief hug before turning attention to the container and he nodded.
Tugging the case closer, it wasn’t the lightest object, before undoing the small latch, looking up at him with questioning gaze, it appeared to be only a pelt wedged inside.
“Tip the basket on it’s side, it’ll roll out.”
Gently turning it over they waited, the rest of the Avengers creating a wide enough circle around you to see just what Loki might have brought to earth this time.
Only a few seconds passed before the fuzzy thing rolled out, a bit clumsily perhaps.
A wide yawn escaped the creature’s beak like lips as it unfurled, clacking its mouth together. A fat tail uncurled and stumpy limbs stretched out, it was covered in head to toe short russet fur and golden cat slit eyes.
It looked around at all the people, tiny leathery wings extending before lifting the tired creature into the air a few feet, round stomach for all to see and a small curious noise about the new surroundings.
It’s hovering didn’t last long before the small and unused to flight wings stumbled, ready to plummet the tiny beast to the ground.
Luckily it was saved by the quick reflexes of (Y/n), catching the armful of pudginess and fuzz before it hit the floor.
It yipped, starring up at them seemingly surprised by it’s savior
“Hello there cutie” (Y/n) grinned at it, fully enamored by the adorable creature and readjusted to better hold the small animal, it’s tail thumping against you with excitement for the attention.
Loki ignored the judgmental and unsure expressions on the Avenger’s faces. The youngling in your arms was harmless and not their place to interfere.
Thor could sense the uneasiness of his companions, clapping Steve on the shoulder “Come now friends! There is no need to worry, Loki means no harm at all.”
It was a few hours after that Loki decided to check up on you and your ‘gift’, wondering what exactly you might be doing with him.
Found easily enough, you were in your room sitting on the floor with who he recognized as Peter Parker, he had met the boy during his last visit to earth.
Loki announced his presence with a cough, barely gaining your attention from the ball of fur on the floor.
“Hey Loki!” you smiled at him before returning your attention to that in front of you.
Peter seemed apprehensive to touch the beast, though only about the size of a fat pygmy goat, opting to keep his hands to himself and observe intently from a few feet away sitting cross legged as you played with the joyful creature, not the slightest worry.
Amusing, he thought.
“Have you figured what you plan to name it?” Loki kept his voice even, uninterested almost.
“I’ve decided to call him Gummy! ‘Cause he’s so cute and pudgy” the glee in (Y/n) voice was unmistakable.
Loki’s nose scrunched up slightly at the name, how…undignified.
Gummy though seemed more than content, splayed out on his back, wiggly limbs in the air as his round belly was being rubbed.
Loki was the god of mischief. Of trickery. He was only recognized and judged by his faults, remembered for his lies and failures.
It was something that affected his children as well, Hel, Fenris, Jormungand, Sleipnir even. They were all shunned and treated with malice merely for their heritage.
And now, ‘Gummy’. Such a ridiculous and undignified name, creature or not he was still the child of a god, a child of Asgard.
Not that anyone would expect as much, a fat, fur covered squishy thing with tiny wings that somehow kept it afloat. And being raised by a Midgardian of all things, it was ridiculous.
But there was Gummy, yipping with joy and rolling across the floor as he played with (Y/n), unaware of Loki watching from the door.
Clueless to who he even really was.
Loki smiled as he watched the two play with gentle roughhousing, not missing the gleeful sounds when stomach fur was ruffled.
Gummy, the first of Loki’s children to ever receive a happy life.
this is my first headcannon so please give feedback and do please enjoy 🙂
-Loki will most likely want the best for you
-have you prank with him
-Very protective of you bc you are his princess
-Him transforming into a snake and have you carry him around when you go out bc you can never know who is out there
-Having fun with uncle thor until you get hurt and you screaming for your father who will magically appear and start to yell “YOU HAD ONE JOB” at thor
-Him teaching you magic
-Using the magic against him for pranks
-Always a fun time with him but can be serious when it’s needed to
-Him reading to you at night
-Going to his chambers and climbing in his bed when you have a nightmare
-You being like his mini me
-But you didnt want the throne or rule the world like your father
-Loki was okay with it
-Always being his little girl no matter how old
-taking his helmet when you literally wanna be like him
-getting into small arguments but forgiving each other after an hour
-throwing shade and salt at each other, “y/n you are very terrible at trying to control things” “you know what father at least i didn’t embarrassed myself from trying to rule a planet that doesnt have a ruler”
-a lot of inside jokes
-saying i hate you towards one another but meaning it as i love you
steve rogers: he loves girls bc hes a bicon but hes v bad at actually succeeding in dating one so hes theoretically super into pegging if given the chance. wakes up in the 21st century, learns that pegging is a thing, and is so fucking sad that peggy (aka pegging carter) never got the chance to take them cakes to town
thor: claims hes not into pegging but thats bc he and jane tried it once where he fell asleep missionary style bc he was so bored. hence the “it was a mutual dumping” but then he gets dommed by valkyrie and he learns that his lil sparkshow lightning? aint shit in comparison to the way his prostate got slammed all the way to vahalla
tony: hes tried a lil bit of everything if were being perfectly honest. doesnt really get into pegging w pepper until after iron man three when he watches her slam her fist thru a suit and realizes that he wants her to do that to his hole
bruce: ITS A LIL TO STRESSFUL FOR HIM AND HES A PUSSY SO NO
the hulk: YASSSS KING OF GETTING THEM GREEN CHEEKS BEAT
loki: bisexual icon who couldnt penetrate a woman if he tried so instead he just gets screwed into a mattress like the bottom he is
Here’s a fluffy coffee shop AU that absolutely no one asked for!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dedicated to @devilstrip pls enjoy this steaming-pile-of-shit-fic
**THIS CONTAINS NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS**
His hand enveloped yours, and you froze.
It was a light feeling. A delicate touch
that left your stomach tied in knots and your body tingling from adrenaline.
The tips of his fingers rested over your knuckles, and stayed still, even as
you twitched. It was an oddly intimate feeling, something extraordinarily
gentle and human, which was the last thing you expected from someone like him.
But it was nice. And you were losing yourself in your own fantasies. Your
entire life had apparently been leading up to this moment, and you—
“May I have my coffee, please?”
You blinked as your brain caught up to
speed on the current situation. Somehow the star-struck mix of shock and fear
masqueraded as something romantic. This wasn’t love. It was just the feeling of
being in the presence of a god.
“Sorry, yeah,” you released the cup and
carefully snaked your hand back.
The look of calm remained on his face as
he sighed heavily and muttered a brisk thank you, then walked away before you
had the chance to return the pleasantry. You almost laughed at how ridiculous
it was to think that you’d be able to say anything, anyways. You’d become
something of a fish out of water; mouth awkwardly gaping as you gasped for air.
Or words. Both were lost to you, regardless.
To your surprise, he took a seat in the
back corner, rather than leaving. A bold move, seeing as he was hated by most
of the general public for the stunts he pulled in New York a few years back.
What was he doing back on Earth, anyways?
You got your answer as he pulled out a
book.
Reading. Loki, god of mischief, brother
of Thor, was sitting in a Starbucks, reading. And not one person seemed to
care…not that there was even anyone around to notice.
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