lokilaugheyson:

actually had a lot of fun writing this plsss request more fluffy alphabets

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

he loves your smile. it makes him feel like he’s home. and your laugh can fix his worst days

you love his thoughtful expressions, how he knits his brows when he’s focusing on something. other than that he never fails to win you over with his legendary smirk

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Loki probably would not want a child when he first gets to know you. he’s still working on himself and bringing a child into that atmosphere probably wouldn’t be the best idea. maybe when he’s older and settles down / wants a legacy he’ll consider it

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

probably would be v opposed to cuddling at first but soon learns to love it as he feels the most at home lying next to you

he likes being the big spoon bc he feels like he can protect you. he loves holding the person he loves in his arms

but he also likes being the little spoon when he’s not feeling his best or just needs some comforting. you make him feel loved and all cozy.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

absolutely incredible. he’ll take you to other realms, or to the most beautiful places on earth. every date is so memorable.

but he also loves the low-key dates, like relaxing at home and watching a film. he loves spending time with you no matter what you do together

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“You are my savior”. you taught Loki what it was like to be loved and that there’s still good in the world. you saved him from the darkness that surely would’ve subsumed him

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

he fell in love with you soon after meeting you and talking to you. he fell in love with your kindness and how you understood him unlike anyone else. he resisted his feelings for you though because he thought they revealed his weakness, but when he realized this was his chance for a true connection with someone he confessed his emotions to you

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

only if Loki is in a very bad mood would he ever be anything but gentle, but usually he is even overly cautious with how he acts around you. he was afraid to hurt you, only softly touching your cheek or stroking your hair. when he got more comfortable with you he got more confident with his touches- cupping your face during a kiss, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding your hand when you walked

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

he likes to hold your hand or just be touching you in some way (hand on your back, linking elbows) just to know you’re there. 

he likes holding your pinky in his hand bc it fits perfectly low key one of the best feelings

“see my love, we’re meant for each other”

I = Impression. First impression/s?

at first he appeared to be arrogant and selfish, but later you realized that was just a coping mechanism

he didn’t think much of you at first. you would just be a distraction, but later he realized he needed you

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

10000% he is the god of mischief after all. he’d mostly use his magic to trick you, like following you around as an animal or conjuring things that only you can see

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

at first he was a little hesitant- light pecks and not much more until one day you pulled him in again and kissed him deeply. now kisses with him are always passionate, him cupping your cheek and you threading your fingers through his hair

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

you say I love you first. Loki at first was very afraid to express his emotions. although he would do his best to show his love, he had difficulty verbalizing it. after you told him you loved him, he became more open and vulnerable to you

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

having a picnic and relaxing at a meadow in Asgard next to a stream. there were no worries, nothing else to care about except for each other. just living in the moment together

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

he 100% spoils you. he’ll do anything for you that’ll make you happy, no matter how big or small. he can usually conjure anything he wants though, so buying isn’t really an issue

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

green definitely reminds you of him (that’s just a given)

the color red makes him think of you. he thinks you’re strong and bold, but still beautiful

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

Loki likes to call you “My Queen”, “My Love”, and “Darling”

He absolutely loves when you call him “My King”. Sometimes you’ll call him “handsom” but he doesn’t agree

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

books !!! Loki loves to read and learn. one of his favorite past times is reading aloud to you or just separately while cuddling 

R = Rainy Day

cuddles in bed on Asgard, listening to the rain and staring out the window together while he whispers sweet nothings to you

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

when you’re sad he comforts you and tells you how much he cares about you and how he hates seeing you like this. he’ll do whatever it takes to help you feel better

when he’s sad he becomes distant for a bit- he doesn’t want you to get worried. but he comes back soon after- you’re the only one who can truly cheer him up and help him. he relies on your comfort

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

anything and everything. he likes to talk to you about his emotions and fears because you’re the only one he really trusts. his favorite is to talk about your future together though- it makes him happy and hopeful

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

when you play with his hair. he lives for it. soft tugs or braiding it- he loves the feeling

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

he’s definitely proud of his magic. he likes to show off his tricks. also loves his hair (sometimes it can be a bit greasy but usually he puts a lot of time into it in the morning)

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

Loki proposes the same time as “What’s your favorite memory together”

it would be a traditional proposal: he would get down on his knee and tell you how much you mean to him and how much he adores you, finishing by asking you to marry him

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

Coming Down – Five Finger Death Punch

Loki feels a lot of angst, and I feel like he would go for emo / metal music to cope just saying. he would resonate with the lyrics of this song a lot, especially “it’s okay for you to hate me / for all the things I’ve done / I know I’ve made mistakes / but I’m not the only one” and “I could never be / what you want me to / you pull me under / to save yourself” 

actually love this song would recommend 

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“you are the sun to my moon”

you are the light to his dark, and the passing of days

his life revolves around you

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Loki doesn’t think he really has time for a pet, but if he had to choose he’d pick a snake (this one’s a little obvious) or a cat because they don’t require as much care as a dog but still are affectionate

marvelous-hcs:

Requested by Anonymous

these turned into just random soft loki headcanons um i need help i love him so much

• cuddling is definitely not his favorite thing at all at first
• he’s very stiff
• he doesn’t really know what to do
• especially when it comes to close contact with a person
• poor loki is touch-starved and that’s a fact
• little things you do like hug him from behind or play with his hair will make him all soft and gentle
• if you’re petting his hair he’ll nuzzle into your hand to try and get more contact
• when he first realized that he really really loved your touch, he was sitting on the bed reading a book
• you climbed on the bed and sat behind him, wrapping your arms and legs around him and resting your head on his shoulder
• he stiffens, but quickly relaxes when he feels the familiar sensation of your kiss on his neck
• “what are you doing, love?”
• you’d giggle and kiss his cheek
• “i wanted to cuddle with you”
• his cockiness would come into play
• “…gods do not cuddle” he says, not taking his eyes of his book
• “ohhhh i think they do” you say with a 🙂
• you slowly take the book from his hands, forcing him to pay attention to you
• he sighs
• “darling, can i have my book back?”
• “not until you cuddle with me.”
• he has no choice
• you’ve taught him to not use force to take things
• he sighs and you move from behind him so you can let him rest against the headboard
• you’d snuggle up to his side and lay your head on his shoulder
• at first he’d pretend that he didn’t like it
• but then he’d start running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead every now and then
• you’d press a kiss to his jaw and smile up at him
• “i guess i was right, gods do like cuddling”
• loki would roll his eyes and bury his face in your hair
• embarassed boy
• after that you always cuddle in bed
• his favorite cuddle position is him facing you while you’re the big spoon
• even powerful gods like to feel safe and loved sometimes
• loki secretly loves fluffy things
• (if you’ve ever read Of Mice and Men, he’s like Lennie when it comes to soft things, they provide a sense of comfort and calmness–except loki doesn’t kill said soft things)
• fluffy blankets are his favorite
• especially when it comes to cuddling with you
• does loki have a teddy bear you got him from build-a-bear with a homemade helmet like his you made for it? yes
• it stays under the bed at all times to keep it a secret
• but on nights when you’re gone on missions, he brings it out
• by the way, loki will be the big spoon sometimes
• when you’re sick, after a hard mission, or just when you need someone to comfort you–he’s there to hold you in his arms 
• awe
• loki’s just a real sweetheart when it comes to you
• but a demon to everyone else
• ANYWAY
• loki’s a cuddler

Hope you enjoyed!  Feedback is welcomed ~

sexwithfictionalmen:

Shiver (Loki x Reader)

Summary: Norway can get pretty effing cold in the winter, even for a frost giant, and Loki finds himself seeking out new ways to keep warm against the chill.

Word Count: 1,800

Author’s Note: I’ve been sick for about three days and honestly, some cuddles from a handsome British daddy would probably do wonders to speed up my recovery. Instead what I got was some creep asking me where he could buy weed and trying to get my number while I waited for the bus outside my building this afternoon. So you know. I’m feeling pretty fucking splendid about the men I have to work with around here. Also, I could really do with some colder weather because all this heat and humidity is getting old, but it continues to be hot as balls every day and I can only further contemplate all the reasons I really, really want to move to the UK sooner rather than later. At least I have my imagination and sense of humor. Without them I’m pretty sure I would have irreversibly snapped by now.

                                             ~ Muerta 🌸💀🌸

Living in the Arctic Circle was, shockingly to nobody, unbearably cold. If the merciless Nordic wind and the thick sheets of ice and snow that coated every available inch of land for six months out of the year weren’t sobering enough to drive you insane, the near twenty-four hours of darkness certainly were. And yet, there you sat; huddled in a secluded cabin in the northernmost part of the Norwegian wilderness, keeping yourself warm with a scalding pot of tea and constant reminders of how wealthy this job would make you once it was finished. 

When Thor had returned with the entirety of the Asgardian population in tow after Ragnarök, work began immediately to find the alien nation a new settlement on Midgard. Tony Stark – the disgustingly rich and technologically gifted Avenger who signed your paychecks – was head of the project, and had plucked you from his public relations team to be one of the management leads on it, noting how ridiculously talented you were at managing others to benefit everyone. Thor, Asgard’s new head honcho, had taken an instant liking to you, finding a deep respect for your passion and wit, and keeping you close to his side throughout the process of moving thousands of his friends and family members from a makeshift shelter on the outskirts of Manhattan to the middle of Absolutely Nowhere, Scandinavia, onto land that the government of Norway had generously offered up to become the new Asgard.

In his endeavors, Tony had neglected to tell you that Thor and his handsome, borderline psychotic brother, Loki, were a package deal. Having lived in New York during Loki’s attempted hostile takeover a few years before, you were hesitant to work so closely with him at first, to the point that you threatened to castrate him or worse if he tried any of his usual tricks to prompt world domination. Your threats had done little to deter the god – much to your disdain – and over the spring and summer spent laying the foundations for a functioning Asgardian sect, Loki had grown fond of you, spending every waking moment at your side and observing you with rapt interest.

Your unlikely friendship had started with biting, contentious banter, Loki only getting more amused the more you became frustrated with him, and you spent much of your free time trying in vain to avoid him. Many late nights working together changed the tone of your relationship, however, and you began to grow fond of him when he started asking you about Midgardian literature, history, and culture – subjects that you were passionate about and found you loved sharing with him. After many long nights awake with the Trickster God, you were willing to admit you liked him, and even came to consider him one of the greatest friends you’d ever had, though you would never fuel the lovable bastard’s ego by telling him that to his face.

When winter had rolled in, work on rebuilding Asgard was put on pause due to the relentless and unpredictable nature of Arctic weather. By that time, most of the residential cabins had been finished, with yours nestled within walking distance of the impressive stone mansion that served as Thor’s palace and furnished with every amenity you could possibly want or need. You were especially thankful for the panels that had been installed on every window, laced with Loki’s Seidr so that they changed their scenery at will depending on your mood.

“A little something to make the darkness more bearable,” he’d explained.

It was nearly two in the afternoon, and although you had the fireplace roaring and the heat on full blast, you still couldn’t manage to get warm enough to be comfortable. A snarling, furious wind shook the eaves of the cabin’s roof, causing the wooden rafters to creak under its unforgiving pressure as an unyielding storm roared outside. You were curled tightly beneath piles of soft blankets in your living room, cradling a cup of tea in your chilled fingers in the hope that it would inspire some of the circulation to return to them as you watched some frivolous home design show on the TV above your mantle, trying to distract yourself from how inadmissibly cold you were. Without warning, the front door of the cabin flew open, letting in a barrage of inclement wind and sharp snowflakes that stung your cheeks as they whipped by, the blizzard beyond the threshold framing the towering silhouette of a man with searing crimson eyes. The lofty man slammed the door shut behind him as he stomped inside, panting as he shook the snow from his shoulders.

“You’re blue,” you greeted Loki, not moving from your bundle of cushions and blankets beside the couch. He sneered, shedding his fur-lined jacket and placing it on the hook beside the door.

“I thought it would help me stand the wind,” he mumbled. “I was incorrect.”

You smirked at him as he stalked over to the fireplace, kneeling before it to warm his hands, his skin maintaining its icy hue.

“You’re cold?” you asked, amused. “Aren’t you like a snow fairy or something?”

Loki’s eyes flicked to the side at you, his brow furrowed into a vexed glare, but he didn’t turn to face you.

“Frost giant,” he corrected, annoyance dripping from his tongue. “I needn’t remind you that although I am of Jotun blood, I was raised on Asgard, in a much warmer climate.”

You hummed, sipping your tea and returning your attention to your show. After a moment, Loki stood again and paced over to the coffee table where your tea pot sat nestled in its cozy, steam curling from its spout. He took up one of the spare mugs beside it and poured himself a generous serving, manipulating it so that it hovered overhead while he made himself comfortable within the cocoon of fluff you’d built around yourself. You whined at his intrusion but did nothing to fend him off, instead shuffling to make room for him as he settled himself into the cushion beside you. He curled the blankets around both of your shoulders and removed his mug from where it floated above him, sighing contentedly as he drank from it.

“Isn’t the palace warm enough?” you asked him, your tone unaccusing as you were genuinely confused as to why he’d chosen to weather a blizzard to come to your cabin instead of staying within the safe confines of his own home.

“Yes, but sharing body heat is much more effective than huddling in front of a fireplace,” Loki nonchalantly replied.

“And Thor didn’t want to snuggle with you?” you teased, cackling as Loki dipped his still-blue fingers under the surface of his tea and playfully flicked some of the liquid at you in retaliation.

“That tongue of yours will get you into trouble someday,” he chided. You smirked.

“Look who’s talking.”

The two of you relaxed together in silence for a while, each sipping your tea and paying little attention to what was playing on the screen before you, your concentration stolen by the wind whistling outside as it lashed against the cabin’s walls. Three cups of oolong and a slew of finicky couples shopping for houses far above what their means allowed later, the fire in your hearth had nearly burned itself out, reduced to simmering embers and a subdued orange glow. The loss of the fire’s heat caused your body to shiver gently, and although a stack of logs was piled high beside the fireplace, ready to spark more heat where it was needed, you opted not to move from your shelter, far too comfortable and warm to brave the cold of the cabin’s hardwood floors.

“Shall I start the fire again?” Loki whispered. You shook your head.

“No,” you replied. “Don’t leave; you’ll make it colder.”

Loki let out a quiet, exasperated sigh as he worked himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up against his chest. With your body flush to his you could feel his freezing temperature, as he was still in his Jotun form, and you squirmed in an attempt to distance yourself from his frigid flesh.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Loki scolded, holding you firmly in place. “Don’t move, little one. Let me work.”

Without hesitation, he slipped his hands under the heavy fabric of your sweater and splayed his large palms and spindly digits across your stomach, causing your breath to hitch. You peered at him quizzically over your shoulder, wondering just what the hell he thought he was doing, and he grinned back at you, resting his chin in the crook of your neck as he began to (literally) work his magic. The chill you felt where his fingers met your skin soon faded into a soothing warmth, spreading from your torso out to your limbs like you were slipping into a hot bath. Your body went limp in Loki’s arms and you melted into him, your head resting against his shoulder as you closed your eyes, sighing blissfully at your newfound comfort.

“Oh my god,” you murmured, your hands moving to meet his where they rested underneath your shirt. He chuckled as he laced his fingers between yours, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“Better?”  Loki hummed, his lips now pressed softly against your cheek. You nodded, and as you turned to face him, the tip of your nose brushed against his, and you could feel the whisper of his icy breath on your cheeks.

“Much better,” you breathed.

A faint smile fell across Loki’s features as he leaned forward, closing the gap between you and snaring your lips in a gentle kiss, his lips as warm and as soft as his hands had been upon your stomach. Much to your mind’s surprise, your body took control and reached up a hand to rest at the back of his head, fingers knotting in the silky locks of his hair as you kissed him back. You felt a tickle against the walls of your chest, and as you parted from Loki, you ran your tongue against your lips and gazed up at him, eyes wide and full of splendor. He couldn’t help but let out an endeared snigger at the sight of you, one of his thumbs moving to stroke at your cheek.

“I have wanted to do that for so very long,” he admitted softly. You grinned, a tender, pink flush creeping over your skin.

“Was it worth the wait?” you asked cheekily, biting your lip. Loki chuckled.

“Better, my darling,” he purred, pulling you into a second, more pious kiss as he pressed his chest against yours, closing every possible gap between your bodies.

“Much, much better.”

{poppin’ tags: @fairlightswiftly}

zombiefied-gay-ghost:

Summary: Dating in secret is hard if you’re covered in hickeys and need to explain to your father, tony stank, where they came from

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word count: 952

warnings: shitty writing (both my beta readers say “i like it” which is basically the nice version of “oh my god you dumb fuck”), language, suggestive, it’s basically the morning after

A/N: i wrote this together with @with-the-snap-of-a-finger… basically, i had the idea, she made the sketch basically and i rewrote and added and added so many adjectives (honestly there were like no adjectives. or anything.) and also made sure that it wasn’t just a lot of words squished together. as usual, the gifs are not mine, taken from tumblr. i wasn’t sure whether to make this with loki, bucky or sirius black (btw i would write for him too if i had ideas. @ me if you’re interested.) and heyy i finally had a beta reader again… not for proofreading tho, she’d spell loki wrong if she was feeling it…

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Waking up, you manage to
stumble into your bathroom without breaking your neck; god knows how you did
that given that you still had your eyes closed.

After you peed and stood in
front of the mirror, you finally managed to open your eyes only to be greeted
by countless purple hickeys, covering your body and ending at your jaw. “I’m
purple,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. You took a glance down your naked body
“I’m… a purple hulk.” There was no other explanation, at least, that’s what
your half asleep brain tried to tell you. Carefully you touched on of the dark
spots and hissed when the sensitive skin hurt. That woke you up.

Slowly you realized what
had happened to your skin.

“I’m going to kill you,”
you said as you came back into the bedroom, looking at the sleeping douchebag.
“Wake up.” Pulling the blanket away, you waited for him to return to
consciousness.

“What?” Loki was barely
able to open his eyes. “I fucking told you to be careful. How the hell am I
supposed to cover that up?” The thought of crossing your arms to make a point
had crossed your mind, but that was nowhere near possible. The purple hickeys
weren’t only on your neck, which was where anyone reasonable would place them,
no. They covered your entire body, especially your breasts. Touching them would
probably be a terrible idea.

Looking at you, Loki
laughed cockily.

“That’s not fucking funny,
idiot. I have a hickey on my fucking hand.”

Loki, now sat, raised an
eyebrow, his stupid grin not leaving his face. “Has anyone ever told you, you
have a foul mouth? Why don’t you cover them up with make up or something?”

You laughed sarcastically,
not reacting to his first comment. “Yeah I’m just going to fucking bath in
foundation. That’ll do.”  

Loki, unimpressed by your
statement, shrugged and stood up. “I think you look amazing,” he grinned, got
up and ran his hands down your arms in a weak attempt to calm you down.

“Yeah I don’t think my dad
is going to see it that way too. The only way to cover that up is wearing a
burqua or something like that for the rest of the fucking week.”

“Or just don’t hide it?”

You walked back into the
bathroom. “Fuck off and think about how we can cover that up. We’re both dead
when Tony, or anyone else, sees this.”

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You did not bathe in
foundation and you did not buy a burqua just to hide it. You ended up wearing a
turtleneck sweater and a big scarf.

It was about 40°F outside
so at least no one was going to question your choice of clothing. You didn’t
even want to think about what would be if there had been tank top weather. A
shudder ran through your body.

You managed to slip out of
Lokis room without anyone noticing and went to the kitchen to make some
breakfast. Tony, Nat, Bruce and Steve were already sitting at the table, they
were the only ones who ate a “real breakfast”.

Your father was simply used
to it, Nat needed it to stay in shape, Bruce had an abnormal love for nutella
and Steve had been taught to eat whenever he could, growing up in war times.
Also, what was the American Dream without an American breakfast?

You only noticed Clint in
the armchair towards the window when you heard his voice. “What’s with the
scarf?”

Although all eyes were on
you, no one seemed really interested. No one suspected anything, and why should
they? You shrugged. “I’m cold.”

All eyes went back to their
food and you proceeded to make yourself a bowl of cereal. Obviously the cereals
were on the top shelf, because why not? Wasn’t like you were the only one who
used it and a certain Bucky Barnes liked to annoy you and play pranks on you.
Starting to climb the shelves you felt your sweater move.

“What happened
to your hip?” You froze in your movement, eyes darting to the source of the
voice. The armchair.

A smug looking
Clint watched you as your father got up to inspect the bruise.

“Let me see”, he
tried but you ushered him away.

“It’s nothing”,
you hissed and shot a pissed look towards Clint’s little corner – fuck him and
his ‘hawkeyes’. You should have thought first and acted second. Tony tried to
grab your scarf in an attempt to stop you from fleeing. Before you could do
anything, your dad held your cover in his hands, staring openly at your neck.

You heard Clint
snicker and shot him another look.

“Are those hickeys?” your father asked shocked the
same time Loki entered the kitchen and said “Good morning!”

Can you believe?
The god had the audacity to look at your neck for a second and then let out a
surprised sound. “Oh dear, Y/N, had some fun last night, didn’t you?”

Boiling rage
filled your body, but you somehow managed to stay calm and raise an eyebrow. “Did
you?” With one finger you pointed at the dark bruise on his neck. It was nothing
compared to your neck, but it did raise some attention.

“You left the
tower?”, your dad and Steve yelled at the same time.

The idea
backfired, you realized way too late. That little asshole of a trickster had planned
this.

“No”, he said
and nodded to where you were standing frozen, the stupid smug little smile in
his face. Funny enough it had been this exact smile that made you fall for the
son of a bitch.

Needless to say,
your father’s reaction was a nightmare.