Request: Could I get a Thor x reader x Loki? Where the brothers just kind of have playful banter over the girl? Like Thor says he’s more worthy then Loki or something like that.
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.
“I feel like I would be much better suited for her.”
Thor chuckled loudly, throwing his head back as if that was the silliest thing he’d ever heard. Loki stared on unimpressed, waiting for Thor to calm down. The moment he did, Thor glanced back at you, who was watching with highly amused eyes and then grinned back at Loki. “Brother, you’re highly mistaken. Y/N likes me more than you.”
Loki narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really?” Loki questioned, raising one single elegant eyebrow. “Why don’t we ask Y/N herself then?”
Within seconds, both boys eyes were on yourself. You leaned back in response, eyes going wide as Frigga laughed beside you. Holding your hands up at your side, you shook your head with a small smirk. “Leave me out of your silly little arguments.”
“This isn’t silly, Y/N,” Thor shook his head, taking a step before you. “I assure you this is of utmost importance.”
“Boys,” Frigga sighed, a smile on her lips. “Leave Y/N alone…”
“Mother,” Loki spoke, reaching Thor’s side with urgency. “Thor is right, we must know who Y/N prefers.”
You shook your head, falling comfortably back against your chair again with your arms crossed over your chest. “What if I don’t prefer either of you?” You couldn’t help but grin at the boy’s expressions, their eyes going wide and mouths falling open in shock. Leaning forward, you nodded as your narrowed your eyes, feigning seriousness. “What if… i’ve already found a man to keep me company?”
Loki chuckled, waving your words off; “that’s preposterous… There’s no one better than us,” he paused, before turning to Thor. “Right?”
Thor nodded, albeit hesitantly. “Yes,” he nodded, never taking his eyes off you. “Of course.”
You shrugged, smirking; “yeah, you’re right.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the melodramatic sigh both of them gave. Looking over at Frigga, you returned her kind smile before glancing back at the boys. “But what if I just want both of you to join me on my trip?”
Both paused at that, glancing at each other in thought.
“But that still doesn’t get rid of the problem here,” Loki spoke, “you will still have to choose one of us.”
“I think I can speak for the both us of, Y/N,” Thor added, much more serious. “That we both care for you very much, and even though I believe that I am a much better choice…” Loki rolled his eyes. “We will understand your decision in the end.”
“Of course,” Loki nodded. “But i’m the better choice.”
Frigga shook her head; “you boys…”
Pausing a moment, you glanced down at your lap. You knew they were right, there was no denying that eventually you’d have to make a choice. But for now, you’d like to just enjoy your time with your closest and dearest friends before it could possibly all change. “I know,” you nodded, smiling up at them. “But for now can you two just get along, and we can go back to being children?”
“For you,” Thor nodded.
“Anything for you,” Loki added.
let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!
( @creamychickenuggets ) Request: Could you do a Loki x reader where R has insomnia and literally cannot get to sleep unless Loki is with them? Ooh maybe it could be because she has heat powers and she’s always uncomfortably hot because she hasn’t controlled them yet and the only person who can get her to sleep is loki’s naturally cool skin? If you want to make it really angsty R could be physically affected by lack of sleep and she starts crying because she’s so tired 🤔 hope it makes sense! I love your stories ❤
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.
No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t shut your eyes and fall asleep. And this wasn’t the first time this had ever happened – truthfully, it had been happening your entire life.
Because of your powers, you grew incredibly hot. During the day you managed to control it, using your powers to help cool you. But at night when there was no fighting and just you, your bed and a blanket, you couldn’t ignore it. Your body wouldn’t sweat, it was almost like it was internal. It felt like your insides were on fire, and it drove you nuts.
Sleeping was always an issue until you met him. The man that had the coolest touch you had ever felt and just being in his presence cooled you.
So that night, when you uselessly tried to close your eyes, you decided to hell with it and stood up. Walking through the avenger’s compound with nothing more than shorts and a t-shirt, you searched through the dark for Loki’s room. He was ashamed to be a Frost Giant, but you thought it was amazing.
Considering this wasn’t your first time ever visiting him late at night, you knew exactly which turns to take leading to Loki’s room. And within five minutes of bearable walking, you found yourself in front of his door. No matter how many times you had done this, you still found yourself anxiously knocking on the wood of the door, fearing a rejection.
“Come in,” Loki called from the other side of the door. You flushed – he had been probably expecting you.
Ignoring the bubbles that welled deep in your stomach, you slid the door open, peeking your head in. Your eyes found the silhouette of Loki’s figure masked in the darkness of the night. His back was turned to you, and as usual, Loki wasn’t asleep either – rather, he sat on the edge of the bed, rigidly straight.
“Loki?” You called, your voice soft.
Loki didn’t turn your way, instead continued to stare out into seemingly nothing. “You can come in,” Loki spoke, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “You don’t need to ask permission.”
“Oh,” you mumbled, stepping through the barrier and softly shutting the door behind you. “I guess you know why i’m here, yes?”
Loki softly chuckled, and you took a moment to appreciate it – Loki didn’t chuckle often. “To sleep, I presume.” He then turned, placing a hand behind him so he could turn and support himself. Loki’s eyes shined through the darkness of the room and he silently gestured you forward with a nod of his head. You obliged.
Neither of you said anything as you silently climbed into his bed, crawling under the covers as Loki followed suit. Soon you found yourself wrapped up in his arms, arms around your waist and your head against his neck. When Loki had first been forced to join the avenger’s, he was cold, calculating and something told you that in his mind he had been planning the deaths of all your teammates.
You had never expected Loki to be a cuddler, or even remotely fine with the close contact the two of you shared. You had always believed Loki to be a man who stuck to himself and never, ever let someone past that barrier.
You had been greatly mistaken.
“You’re never asleep,” you whispered, cutting through the silence.
“Pardon?”
“Every night that i’ve come here,” you begun, glancing up through your eyelashes to meet the unusually soft eyes of Loki. He was still the same, here at night with you, but oddly different. Around the others, he kept a guard up, around everyone but occasionally his brother. Even with you during the day, he never truly showed you this side of him.
But at night, when it was just the two of you and the wistful darkness of loneliness, Loki changed. His eyes became softer, his body relaxed and his smile seemed un-forced.
“You’re never asleep,” you finished. “You’re always sat at the edge of the bed.”
“You can’t sleep without me, yes?” Loki asked, shocking you. It was such a blunt question, but it seemed so like Loki.
“Yes,” you agreed, fighting the blush – you were glad it was so dark.
“Then perhaps I cannot sleep without you.”
If you thought his question had shocked you before, that absolutely blew your mind. Once his words registered fully within you, a soft smile fell on your lips and you couldn’t help but feel your insides warm, in a pleasant way.
You were unbearably hot, and Loki was unbearably cold. Somehow, the two of you met in the middle.
let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!
Request: Could you do a Loki x avenger!reader where she is able to attack thanos and save Loki from dying on the ship in the beginning, and then heimdall sends them and the hulk down to earth. And tony and dr. Strange and all them get to see Loki. But the reader is like “no no, he’s a good guy.” I’m just dying to see tony and strange’s reactions. (I tried to make that make sense but if it didn’t you don’t have to write it lol.)
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.
Requests are CLOSED!
WARNING: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS BELOW! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVIE!!!
–
“What the hell is he doing here?”
“I thought I told your brother to keep you away?”
Biting your lip, you shook your head, stepping in front of Loki as you desperately tried to get both Tony and Stephen to understand. Mainly Tony… considering you’d never really seen this Dr. Strange before. But that was besides the point.
You looked at Thor desperately, trying to get him to help but it seemed he was enjoying this a little too much. And Bruce wasn’t being much help either. Not to mention Loki was ready to attack before Stephen and Tony at any given moment and oh God, what had you gotten yourself into?
“No, no,” you panicked, giving the both of them a pleading look. Taking a deep breath, you took a step forward, trying to seem rational. “Tony,” you met Tony’s eyes briefly, “Mr. Strange.”
“Dr.”
“Dr. Strange,” you corrected, giving a tight lip smile. “Look, I know the last time Loki was here on earth it went… well, he basically tried to take over the world, don’t you dare smirk, Laufeyson! – but I swear, he has changed!”
“Y/N,” Tony sighed, shaking his head. “How can a man-”
“God-”
“Loki!”
Tony sighed, shaking his head. “How can a man who was ready to destroy earth, change?”
“I know it doesn’t seem realistic!” You sighed, “but, trust me, he has.” You stressed, trying to get the both of them to understand.
“Last time I saw the God of Mischief,” Stephen spoke up, clearly unamused. “He tried to stab me.”
“Yeah,” Loki spoke, snapping both his hands beside him as knifes began to appear. “And i’ll do it-”
“Loki,” you snapped, turning to him. Grabbing both his hands, you pulled the knifes from him, giving him a glare. “We’re trying to convince them you’ve changed, not that you’re the same idiot.”
“Hey!”
“I love you, Loki,” you sighed. “But you’re an idiot.”
“I hardly-”
“Hold on a moment,” Tony called, raising a hand, catching your attention. Furrowing your brows, you turned to look at your old friend, tilting your head in curiosity. “Love?”
“I really don’t think that’s-”
“Shut it, wizard.” Tony snapped, making his way over to you. “Y/N, Loki tried to kill you the last time he was here!”
“Well, yes,” you admitted reluctantly, “but Loki’s tried to kill everyone at one point.”
“She’s not wrong,” Loki shrugged upon the look Stephen gave him.
“Back to my main point,” Tony called, turning to you with wide eyes. “How can you love him?”
“Okay,” Thor finally spoke, laughing lightly. You sent him a sharp glare. “I think we’ve all pestered Y/N enough,” he chuckled, setting a hand on your shoulder. “I know this is hard to understand Tony, but Loki really has changed.”
“It may not seem like it,” you quipped, glaring at Loki. “But he has.”
Tony sighed, taking a step back. “Fine.”
You smiled, looking hopefully at Stephen, who shrugged in response. “As long as he doesn’t try to take over New York again, then i’m fine.”
“But!” Tony called, pointing a finger up dramatically. “This doesn’t mean i’m happy about it! Nor does this mean I trust him.”
“Who really does?” You questioned, turning to look at Thor who nodded his head.
“Hey!” Loki called, pouting at you.
You shrugged, “it’s true.” Leaning forward, you pecked him quickly on the cheek, smiling at him.
“Bleh,” Tony groaned, “i’ll never get use to that.”
–
let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps?
Loki stands just a few feet away from the throne. His head and scepter are held high. In front of him, down the steps, is a creature you have never seen. It’s hideous, and it holds many weapons. Hostile. you think. Danger. Still, you approach Loki.
“I just want to check on you.” you whisper. Loki’s eyes seem hard, but you can see through them (you can see through him). There’s worry in them- Whoever this foe is, Loki clearly doesn’t want you near it.
Loki suddenly pulls you toward him, his hand gripping the back of your nightgown so hard you feel silk seams rip. The creature sees you from behind, Loki keeps his eyes open and locked on it as he forcefully kisses you. When he pulls away, he places a hand on your stomach.
“Go back to our room, okay pet? You’re not just endangering yourself now.”
You knit your eyebrows, but play along. You squeeze Loki’s hand, and cradle your belly as you walk away.
As the doors to the throne room shut, you hear the creature laugh.
“You’ve got that one wrapped entirely around your finger.” it says.
“It’s a mutual feeling.” comes Loki’s cool response.
Then his scepter hits the floor, and you decide there’s no need to snoop anymore.
~
“You know I’m not pregnant, right?” you ask Loki when he finally climbs into bed. He laughs.
“Yes, I do.”
“And you haven’t called me ‘pet’ since we actually got together.” Loki props himself up on his hand and stares at you.
“I’m terribly sorry, dear. Asgardian foes… There’s an understanding. A code. None of us would ever attack a maiden with child… I must say, you have terrible timing. You had me quite nervous there. That was what I came up with to keep you safe.” you smile, and grant Loki a kiss on the nose, but don’t linger.
“I don’t need to be protected Loki.” you say. Loki grins.
“I know. But I’m a King now. It’s my sworn duty to protect all my people.”
Loki wouldn’t particularly call himself a cuddler. In fact, he’d go so far as to call himself the complete opposite of a cuddler. He liked his personal space and cuddling was very clearly not personal space oriented.
But you’re sleeping only centimetres away from him and he can’t help himself. All he wants to do is wrap his arms around you and hold you. Cuddle you. He taps his fingers against the covers and sighs. This should not be as difficult as it is.
There’s rain pattering on the windows softly as he looks down at your sleeping form.
He considers his options. Lay down on his own side of the bed, turn away from you and fall asleep, potentially regretting not taking the chance he had when it was right in front of him or lay down next to you, wrap his arms around you softly and try not to wake you up… and potentially regret taking such a risk.
Loki screws up his nose. Decisions, decisions, decisions. That he doesn’t want to make.
The rain is getting a little heavier by the time he decides that he’s going to go for the first option: laying down on his own side of the bed, turning away from you and falling asleep.
It’s not until he’s actually laying down, head on the pillow, that he regrets his decision.
Loki huffs and turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn’t this be easier for him? Why couldn’t he just be a regular person that wasn’t afraid– no, not afraid, just… a regular person who wasn’t afraid of letting go of personal space sometimes.
He glances over at you as you shift in your sleep, head snuggling further into the pillow and pulling up the sheets a little higher. His smirks a little, amused at your actions. He finds you adorable, he always has. That feeling almost overwhelms him when you’re sleeping.
Before he even realises he’s doing it, Loki moves closer to you, arms moving around you without a second thought. Like he’d expected, you stir awake from the unexpected interruption – but it’s not an unwelcome one.
“Loki?” You mutter, voice sleepy and quiet.
He presses a kiss to the back of your head. “Go back to sleep, love.”
You screw up your nose, noticing the rain getting heavier. You have no idea what time it is, nor do you really care. You can’t even quite comprehend the fact that his arms are around you, and you think that maybe this is just a dream. “Is it raining?”
Loki chuckles. “Yes, it’s raining.”
“And you’re cuddling me.”
“I’m cuddling you.”
You’re too sleepy to say anything in return and the shock of the moment doesn’t even register in your brain, but Loki doesn’t mind. You smile and take a hold of one of his hands, holding him close to you as if you’re making sure he doesn’t let go.
Loki falls asleep a few moments after you. He doesn’t regret taking the risk. In fact, he’s slowly becoming more confident that he might try and risk it again one time, this time when you’re more awake and can hug him back.
synapsis: he kisses her once when they wake up, once before they go to sleep, and a million times in between–everyone else thinks it’s cringey
warnings: cringe worthy fluff, IW spoilers
wc: 1091
au: this is just something to make me feel better after watching IW
Every morning when he woke up, he kisses you softly. His cold lips pressing against your warm ones. It’s refreshing to the both of you but in different ways. You love it because he’s the love of your life and you love for his lips to be pressed against yours. He loves it for the same reasons as you but more. A much deeper reason. He loves it because he can do it, because he isn’t shackled or imprisoned, because he can physically touch another being without the worry of hurting them or them disappearing. He loves it because it’s you and you don’t complain about how your lips feel icy cold after, or how his fingers linger slightly longer on your cheek.
He kisses you once when you wake up. Only once. The chill of his lips wake you and you kiss him back and smile. Loki always put a smile on your face. His cool hands come up to hold your face in his hands as the two of you kiss. He’d love to stay like this forever but neither of you can. You both have to go to meetings and train and debrief and get ready for missions. So, he lets you go and you get up and get ready for another day in the Avengers Compound.
Everyone always rushes in the morning. At least, that’s what they tell their superiors. In reality, they’re taking their time and enjoying the bliss of chaotic peace of their everyday mornings. They’re loud and rambunctious and pick at each other but it’s peaceful. It’s apart of their morning routine. Loki–as usual–is the first to finish breakfast and he stands, with his dishes in hand, he leans over and kisses the side of your head. There is a collective groaning from everyone in the room but no one actually says anything.
After Infinity War no one says anything about the relationship you two share. They only groan and roll their eyes. Half because they actually are okay with it and half because they saw what happened when you heard Loki was dead and they don’t want that kind of wrath unleashed on them.
You were inconsolable. Thor attempted to calm you but you were grief stricken. The enormous amount of power you expelled was a terrifying testament to what you could do if you were pushed. It nearly killed you and the other Avengers. They were only able to approach you after the Time and Soul Stone’s were used to bring Loki back.
Now, they let you be, and let you have your happiness although they find it completely cringe-worthy.
Next for the daily routine is meetings to discuss your last mission. What can be improved, how to help each other more, communication, the latest technological advancements to your suits. Loki kisses your cheek before entering the room–he will give you at least fifteen more after the meeting when you all have some free time–but for now one of your cheek is good enough.
Before training, he kisses right under your eyes. He kisses the light purple that never leaves them. The lilacs, he calls them. Then your train and you train together and he kisses you anytime you get close enough to do so.
The team finds it odd to see Loki so affectionate. Entirely because he’s the same man who had told humans to kneel before him, because he hated humans, because he never seemed like the type. Instead, as soon as he first felt your lips against his he never wanted it to stop. It wasn’t in a sexual way–he had felt that before and it was easy to pass time that way, but he never felt loved while doing it–but you had kissed him once. Suddenly, warm lips on his, and you felt a true warmth blossom into his chest.
He was in love.
After training is debriefing. There is always a new mission. The entire team is going on this one–it’s a huge takedown of a global terrorist group called X–they’re using chemically and genetically enhanced diseases and releasing them into city with a high population. The world has now seen over four million dead. They’re just being called in to stop it, it’s just been identified as bioweaponry disease and not a new pandemic.
Loki squeezes your hand.
After the debriefing he kisses you and then you go and suit up.
You’re in separate quintets and you pray that everyone makes it out alive just like you always do. And maybe it’s selfish, but you pray a little harder for Loki.
During the mission everyone loses track of each other. It’s a terrifying ordeal but each of you are able to do the part you were assigned.
The earpieces are tampered with in an attempt to discombobulate the team. X separates partners and aims to kill. They have their own super humans as well, ones they’ve been testing new and improved serum’s on. They’re a tough fight and each of you get a little banged up. You win though.
When you land Loki snatches you as fast as he can. He wraps his arms around you tightly. He’s bruised up his white arms. His face as dirt and grime mixed with blood on it. He’s got small cuts across his cheeks, lips, and nose. You look up at him and then he kisses you hard.
It’s a desperate sort of kiss. The kind that screams I need you. Loki thought he had lost you on this last mission. He’s glad he didn’t.
Then come night and you all wash up and go for dinner. Loki is the first to finish and he kisses you on the other side of the head when he gets up to take his dishes. Everyone stays up and kids around for awhile and you and Loki steal little kisses here and there. Everyone groans and rolls their eyes. Especially Peter, he’s the kid after all.
Once he had caught the two of you right when you were about to start stripping and for the whole next week he talked about his poor virgin eyes. Although, he did say it with a smile.
Then came bed. You’d crawl in before Loki even got to the room. Snuggled up next to his spot, he’d come in behind you and wrap his arms around you. Spooning you and then leaning forward and kissing you softly. Then he’d kiss the lilac’s under your eyes and lay down. Whispering a goodnight, and an I love you.
synapsis: reader sees loki in his jotunn form for the first time after a mission gone wrong
warnings: some sexual content (nothing explicit), angst?? fluff
wc: 1112
au: okay so i don’t feel like there’s many jotunn loki fics and here i am, ready to fucking serve you the meal you never asked for
There are parts of us we hate. Parts of us we have grown to despise–whether it’s from societal pressure to hate it or our own over active imagination that tell us this part of us is wrong. All people have something about themselves they would change. Some people hate their nose, their lips, their weight, their height, and the list could go on and on. Some people come up with obscure things to hate about themselves like how their feet naturally position themselves when standing or the way their eyelashes curl a little too far to the right.
The truth is, hate is not something learned. The world loves to believe that, but hate is something each person naturally has imbedded into them. We hate because we compare and we envy and these are two things we have always done and will always do. The only problem is, hate can be lit alive by stories and parents and the feelings of an unloved childhood.
God’s, you discovered, are no different in that aspect. There are bits and pieces of them that they have learned to hate. That they have learned to wish never were. To you, a god was a perfect being. They were perfectly sculpted and flawless–and both of the god’s you had met were perfect looking men. Or at least, that’s what you thought.
Thor was the epitome of a man; tall, muscular, hot but adorable. He was naturally goofy and completely lovable. There wasn’t a single person in the world that could hate him. Loki, he was lithe. Tall, dark, and handsome. He was charming yet cold. The Avengers had started to like him more but it was a process–and some of that toleration had to do with you.
You were the new kid. You were a glorified assistant to all of the Avengers. They treated you like family but you ran most of their errands, scheduled meetings and public showings, and got them food when they were too busy to go out and get their own. You were a college junior and had a lot of life to live so they weren’t too pleased when you told them that you and Loki were seeings each other. But, they loved you so they would have to learn how to love him too.
Still, no matter how many months you and Loki were together there were always new things to learn about him.
You learned that he wasn’t Asgardian before the first time the two of you ever had sex. He looked at you but he was really looking past you. His jaw clenched and he sighed, “I’m not Asgardian, I was adopted from a different realm.”
You took this and accepted this because there was nothing else you could really do. This knowledge did not change how you viewed him or your feelings toward him. It only changed his race.
It was nearly the first year you were together when you discovered what his true form was. Loki knew this day was coming, you’d have to see it eventually. God of Mischief and Lies he may be, but no relationship stands firm with lies and secrets. Only, he figured he would show it to you in his own time. Not that he’d turn after being severely injured during a mission. Not that you would be down ready to meet him and see him limping with his arm around Thor’s shoulder off the Quinn jet. Not that you would look near-distraught and confused.
When his red eyes met yours he froze. Jerking Thor with him, he stood still and waited on the terrible reaction. Everything stopped, each member of the Avengers team held their breath and waited. No one knew how you were going to react and they were trying to prepare themselves for the best. For disgust, for rejection, for harsh words, and a horrid ending to a truly lovely relationship. They expected this.
What they didn’t expect was for you to break into a mad dash towards them. A tidal wave of shock passes over everyone as they watch you, tears coming up in your eyes as you came closer to the man you love. His name on your lips as you approached him, “Loki, baby, are you okay?”
You’re worried. Almost as if you hadn’t noticed the color of his skin and eyes. Almost as if he looked the same as he did everyday. It was odd, as if you couldn’t tell how much cooler his body is and how it contaminates the air around him. You don’t flinch when your fingers touch his cool skin, you just stare up at him and hope that he isn’t too hurt.
He almost laughs at this but opts for, “I’m okay, my love.”
Then you walk with him and Thor down to the medical unit and put him on a bed. Your hand is in his and you kiss his cheekbone despite how cold it makes your lips. This is still Loki, he is the same person and this is him without the illusion–of course, you don’t care. He is still your love, even if he is blue right now or forever.
Thor leaves for a moment to go find pain medication and this leaves you alone for a moment. A moment Loki isn’t sure he completely wants. You haven’t rejected him or you haven’t acted disgusted with him. Although he is. If he were you and had seen him like this out of no where he would have rejected him. His throat is tight and he doesn’t want to be the first one to speak because it’s scary for him.
Your free hand comes up and caresses his cheek, “Love, why didn’t you show me this part of you sooner?”
This takes him for surprise. Why didn’t he? He should have known you would still love him because you weren’t the kind of person to hate. You were a good person, a loving person! You were so calm and collect. Only worried, and not about the color of his skin and who he truly is, but about how hurt he is.
He doesn’t like to be vulnerable but he has to, “I was afraid you would hate me for it, I don’t particularly like it.”
“But it’s apart of you! A part you can’t change and I think it’s an okay part.” You’re laughing a sweet laugh, one that he loves.
He swallows hard and looks at you to make sure you aren’t lying–why would you–“this… this form doesn’t bother you?”
You can feel tears rising up again when you answer, “blue’s always been my favorite color.”
Most people spent their lives avoiding danger. They looked
both ways before crossing the street, always wore their seatbelts and colored
inside the lines. But you liked to live on the edge. You’d learned that you can
tell a lot more about a person from what they do when they’re afraid than you
can when they felt safe and secure.
You were breathing in slow measured breaths. Your heart was racing,
and you’d never felt more alive. When Tony first had the idea to build a forty-foot-tall
climbing course at the new Avenger’s Compound, you’d thought he was wasting his
money. That was until you had the brilliant idea to climb the course without any
of the proper safety equipment. No one told you to, you didn’t do it as a dare
or to prove to anyone that you could. Actually, if any one else had been around
they’d probably tell you explicitly not to be up there.
You spread your arms out wide like eagle’s wings. You weren’t
sure if they provided you with better balance, but it felt like sensible
insurance, just in case. Each step you took was methodical and well placed. Your
current challenge was walking across a telephone pole that had been hung
parallel to the ground. You were half way across the log when you heard someone
shouting your name.
“[Y/N]! What are you doing up there?” You knew better than
to look down and see who it was. Staring down at the ground from that high up would
only spell disaster.
“I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.” You yelled down
before taking another careful step.
“Yes, alright, it’s obvious that you’re walking across a
beam forty feet in the air, Darling, but why?” The voice demanded in a huff.
You now realized that particular disapproving tone could belong to only your
boyfriend, Loki. “Come down from there right now!” He insisted.
“It’s not as easy as it looks.” You called back to him,
still keeping your head up and your eyes facing forward. You took another step,
but this one was wobbly and you nearly lost your footing. “Go away, Loki!” You
insisted. “You’re distracting me!”
“Distracting you?” He repeated in disgust. “You shouldn’t
even be up there! What if one of your do-gooder friends saw you like this? You’re
behaving absurdly! Please come down from there quickly. A fall from that high
up? It will kill you, Love.”
“Only if I die.”
You snorted. “Besides I’m an Avenger. We never stay dead for very long. You’ve
got Steve, Bucky…Tony… Wait a minute, are you worried about me?” You stopped
walking only about a foot from the ended of the telephone pole now.
“Yes, you gorgeous idiot!” You imagined Loki was on the
ground shaking his head in frustration. If he really wanted to, he had the
power to levitate. He could have used all those sorcery skills he was always bragging
about to scoop you up from where you were, but he liked to argue as much as you
liked the danger. “Midgardians are so fragile!”
“Fragile?” Without thinking you spun on your heels to defend
yourself. Just who did he think he was? Okay he was technically a god but…your
thought didn’t make it any further. The second you turned on your feet you lost
your balance and began falling towards the ground.
You closed your eyes and braced for the impact of your body
hitting the earth. After several agonizing seconds of free fall, you felt the
force of something colliding with you. Your hands brushed against a soft silky fabric.
You felt warmth and security, the wind had stopped rushing past you so fast.
You opened your eyes to see that Loki was holding you tightly in his arms. Out
of instinct you wrapped your own arms around his neck and buried your face in
his shoulder.
“It’s alright, Darling, I’ve got you now.” You felt one of
his hands caressing the top of your head and he held you a little bit closer.
concept: Loki dies in Infinity War, and Thors like “lmfao yeah right”
time passes, but still, hes faked his death longer. a memorial is put up, songs are sung, Thor still wont believe it. as the years pass, he stops eyeing anyone acting out of character suspiciously, forgets how long its been since he expects to see him when the battle is raging.
one day, when he’s as old and grey as his father, he does what he never thought he would do; he brings a tribute to Lokis’s memorial. its then he finally understands that he’s gone. that that familiar presence was just his love for his brother, and that he supposes in a way, he really didn’t leave hi–
and then the monument transforms into Loki and hes like mblerg! and stabs him
Toad's Cave 