You were Loki’s physical therapies, but not for a leg injury or arm pains, you helped him feel comfortable been touched and touching people, your physical contact was the therapy, you’d done the same for Bruce Banner and Bucky Barnes you where getting the hang of all this.
Loki was extra tricky, he wanted personal space, he didn’t want to cling, he would just sit reading, ignoring you. So you played his game, you picked up a book, sitting at a distance and began to read, he didn’t like that the attention wasn’t on him. The sessions were for him, why weren’t you making a fuss.
He stayed at his game for three hours before snapping, he plucked the book out of your hands, “don’t touch my books,” he sat next to you, holding the book you were reading staring at you. “Well aren’t you going to read it?” you smirked, “read to me.” and that’s how all of this began, he would read to you.
You both snuggled together as he read the old pages, if you were truthful you had no idea what he was talking about, if you let your eyes wander onto him he would stop and sigh, “are you even listening?”
Slowly his arm would work around you, around your waist, toying with the bottom of your shirt reading with the book in his left hand, his tongue carefully forming each word as he broke into a language you never understood, yet he would keep reading.
“What was that on about?” You knew he was reading poetry, not that you understood the language, “It was a love poem, a man wrote it to a love he wasn’t allowed to have, it talks about his urge to care for her…” You smirked, letting out a snigger you were supposed to keep internally, “What?” he looked at you examining your thoughts.
“Oh, you think this is for you? No mortal, don’t be so foolish…” he turned the page and began to examine the text, “You are not forbidden fruit to me, if I wanted you I would simply take you, I am a god, you are a mortal…” That caused you to smile. Loki wasn’t the just take it kind of guy.
“Really…” he nods, “of course, now focus…” continuing to read, slowly your legs tanging into his as he began to read allowed to you again, and as your head lent against his, he would return the small touches.
It was in the next few sessions, he stopped reading, more eager to touch and be held, he was on the sofa waiting, as you sat by his side, he tangled his arm around you, tugging you close, his neck softly touching the exposed neck flesh.
“I want you…”
That’s how it all began, him nuzzling into you, you spent the night, wrapped in his cold embrace, each night you soothed him off to sleep your fingers knotted in his hair as he held you in the most intimate way he knew, close to his chest, that was his vulnerable point.
If you ever decided to attack him you could stab him straight in the chest, with no armour on, just his exposed chest, he would die.
The way his hands explored your skin, your arms, face and back, he wanted to touch it all, I believe you meant him no harm. Thor was always bigger and stronger when Loki was small, Thor would be ruff and that scared Loki, that’s why all this began because Odin never taught them properly.
The dark has crept into the room, drowning you both as he ran his fingers along your arms, taking care touch and explore each part of your hands. Finally satisfied he had memorised every detail, he returned to tangling you in his arms, his smell drowning you, he always felt good after coming out of the shower. His hair neatly up in a bobble, which you helped with.
Intimate meant something different to Loki, you were different to Loki, and for once you didn’t mind being different.
“You’re very stupid, you know that?” “I can say the same-ow-thing to you, calling a-ow-god such an insult.” Loki tries to growl as you dab at the massive gashes all the way down his back. “If I’m talking to a god, then why did that god let an injury like this happen?” “Possibly because a certain stupid mortal was trying to get themselves killed.” Loki sneers at you, and you mutter a curse at him, dabbing especially hard, making him wince. “I told you that I would not stay behind and sit while you go out and fight, I don’t care what convoluted reasoning you had to tell me to stay behind, but you know as well as I do I don’t listen to your orders.” “Well you should, considering I was perfectly capable of handling the situation myself.” “Oh, were you?” You drop the towel, storming over to his front, and the sight of a slight smirk infuriates you even more. “If I hadn’t been out there, you would have been completely ambushed. You would have had no chance at fighting off 20 of Thanos’ soldiers, and you know that as well as I do. So you can shove your “capable situation handling” right where the sun doesn’t shine. Dress your own wounds.“ You grab the bandage from the side tables, throwing it as his chest, and turning on a heel you leave the room, going into your bedroom and sitting on the bed. Slowly, all the adrenaline of the battle and subsequent conversation faded away, until you were a ball in the middle of the bed, shaking and terrified. When Loki slowly came in, you couldn’t even look at him, trying to take deep breaths through the wave of tears that have settled in your throat. Sighing, he kneels in front of you, trying to get your attention, but you ignore him. With a grunt of pain and effort, he climbs onto the bed, unfolding you deftly and pulling you against him. Shivering, you cling onto him, and you feel him sag slightly. “I apologize for not making my intentions clearer about why I had wanted you to stay behind. I just…” You sense him hesitate, and you hug him tighter, “I could not see you hurt. If you had gotten hurt, I’m not sure what I would have done with myself.” Silence. “I don’t ever want to sense your pain, Y/N. I don’t know what I have done to deserve you, but I will not let you go so easily from my grasp.” You pull away from him to look into his face, and after a second of looking at each other, he takes the opportunity to lean forward slightly, kissing you deeply until he lets out a grunt and you pull away. “What did they do to you, that you’re in so much pain over it?” “I-I don’t know, but I just..can’t-” Loki falls limp against you, barely breathing. Looking at his back, you see purple veins branching out from the wounds. “Oh..fuck you Thanos.”
Requested By:@shieldgirl95 “Omg I would love if you wanted to write something based on your post earlier!” Of course! I’m here to deliver. Also this is referring to the Loki actually liking neck kisses post.
Summary: After seeing the way Loki talks about the universe in such beauty, you want him to actually experience the things you find beautiful in the city. After some convincing, you are allowed to do so with Loki.
A/N: I love doing requests, plus this was a nice topic to imagine 🙂
Gazing into the mirror you smiled. You had spent all morning working on dolling yourself up to perfection. Your hair styled to perfection and your makeup present, you were finally ready. You tugged on the jacket you wore and nodded. Today would be the first day you and Loki went out on an actual date. Of course you two had shared moments inside the tower, but nothing compared to having the luxury of a true first date.
The steps of your boots echoed in the long hallway. Your excitement was completely evident in your face. This took a lot of convincing to both Tony and the other avengers. Even Thor was a bit skeptical but he trusted his brother’s love for you and that this was a genuine task you two deserve.
Meanwhile, Loki stood in his room. His black suit was tailored upon his body perfectly. His hair shiny as ever. Although his appearance took a good impression, he was still worried. He hadn’t wanted anyone to look down upon you due to his wrong doings while on earth. Even still, sometimes he wondered how you even took such interest in him after the awful things he had done in his life. Yet, time and time again you proved just how much you adored him despite this.
Your hand knocked twice upon his door before sliding it open. “Loki?” You called out and walked into the room. You take a stance and suddenly despite the room seeming empty, two arms wrap around your waist from behind. You gasp, “Every time,” you chuckle, “I should be used to it by now.”
“I completely agree, you really are friend to my brother.” He teases and your turn to face him nudging his arm.
“Come on, we have no time to waste.” You grab his hand and begin to walk out of his room.
He stops you in your tracks and sighs, “Y/N, are you sure this is a good idea?”
Your face him and your look softens. “Loki, my love, my special snowflake,” you both chuckle in unison, “I’ve never been more sure in my life. Whatever I have expressed to you here, I have no issue at all presenting it out there. I want you to experience this.” Loki smiles at you and nods. His hand gently lifts yours to his lips and he presses a soft yet firm kiss upon it.
“As you wish my love.”
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While you walked on towards the subway, you couldn’t help but point out every single shop and building near by. The small details were important, especially when explaining to someone who had never experienced this.
“Okay so now the subway, it’s time to humble you my prince.” You chuckled.
“Oh dear, what is it this time?” He questioned. You fiddled with the strap of your shoulder bag and shrugged, “Well we’re going on the subway now and let’s just say there’s quite peculiar people down there.” Loki nodded and arched an eyebrow before walking down the steps next to you.
You entered one of the carts after paying and it was immensely crowded. The oder was that of humidity and popcorn for an odd reason. You held onto one the leather cuffs upon the ceiling. Loki stood next to you, incredibly close making sure everyone knew just who you resided with. There had been one woman in particular gazing up at the prince as if he were a piece of meat. Feeling eyes on him Loki snapped his gaze at her and gave her a look of disgust.
Finally you made it to your desired location. It was a huge art museum. You’ve noticed how hesitant Loki had been to get close to you. He had been worried to embarrass you.
“I always enjoyed observing art, in a sense you could see what the artist felt.” You say looking to your right and seen Loki analyzing the painting as well.
“It’s lovely.” He smiled back at you. He adored the way you looked at life. You had been one of the only people who seemed to understand that there was a much larger perspective amongst life.
“And what do you see?” You asked softly.
“I see heart. The artist was happy. The way the lines are coordinated as if a dance is taking place,” he let out a warm chuckle, “it possesses a unique warm quality…it reminds me of someone I know.” He gazed at you from the corner of his eye.
You playfully gasped and held a hand up to your chest, “Who? Me?”
“No, banner.” He jokes and nudged him with your arm before he began to laugh along with you.
Despite having a great time, you noticed that there were stares. There were side comments and gasps as you two walked along. Of course you only gripped Loki’s hand tighter. You two resided in a park, there was currently a festival being held simultaneously.
Sitting on a park bench you noticed an ice cream truck and you cooed, “Ooo! Loki you have to try this, I’ll be back.” He watched as you eagerly ran over to the line in front of the large truck.
You ordered and had come back with a large banana split in your hands. You snook up behind him and pressed a soft kiss upon his neck.
“What is this?” He questioned
“Affection.” You mumbled into his neck and set the ice cream on the bench before wrapping your arms around his firm shoulders.
“Disgusting.” You rolled your eyes and moved your head back as there was a silence.
“Do it again.” He said and you chuckled before placing five more tiny pecks upon his pale neck.
Afterwards you had sat down next to him and held up the bowl and a spoon. You handed him one and quickly dug in on your side.
“So this is ice cream?” He observed. You noticed the crinkles by his eyes as he questioned what was about to enter his mouth.
“Don’t question it—just eat it.”
“Now dear, we’re in public there’s no need for vulgar language.” He teased and you rose an eyebrow at him as you chuckled.
Quickly her bit into one of the scoops without the spoon. You shrieked and laughed.
“Loki!” You scolded him as he licked the remains on his lips.
“What? My body isn’t as sensitive as the rest of these midgardians. I’m a frost giant Incase you’ve forgotten.” You shook your head and smirked at him.
You were glad Loki had seemed to be enjoying himself. After talk of nonsense and of the things you two seen today, you completed the desert you shared. You two decided to gather around a jazz band that had been playing. A few people danced and others were with their families and watched.
“Did you have fun today?” You asked him cheerfully. He took your hand in his. This was the first time he had done it on his own today. He rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs gently.
“I can say with quite some pride that I did.”
You moved closer to him and smirked, “Mmm yeah? What was your favorite part of leaving the tower?”
“Midgard’s moon…of course seeing it from a window doesn’t compare with the way it shines down on you as we speak…” his voice is soft and it causes you to blush madly. “…but, there is still one more thing I’d enjoy doing.”
“And what is that?” Seeing as though more people took notice upon his being there, you felt protective. As if hearing the words you spoke to him earlier in his mind, Loki pulled you firmly to his chest. His palm rested in the small of your back before leaning into you slowly and pressing a soft kiss upon your lips.
You smiled against his lips before pulling him in deeper for an even more passionate kiss.
As you two pulled away, the butterflies that swarmed your stomachs were not oblivious. You both giggled and pressed your foreheads together.
“I love you Loki, my love…my special snowflake.” You teased knowing that he secretly loved the nicknames you had given him.
“I love you more y/n, my dear, my unbalanced princess.” He said knowing equally how much you adored the nicknames he had gifted you as well.
Imagine Avengers 4 beginning with complete dark and suddenly you hear Loki’s smooth voice:
“I know what you’re thinking. ‘Oh, no. Loki’s dead. How did this happen?’ Well, sometimes you have to get killed just to get a straight answer out of something. It’s a long story. Basically, I’m a bit of a hero. But on top of that, I’m the God of Mischief.”
Warnings:War, blood, death, one-liners, and fluffy moment.
The pulse of war intertwined your mind and soul. Your sword collided with your enemy’s stomach, slashing skin and bone. They fell forward on your sword, limp like a doll. Shoving your heel against their shoulder, they toppled back, folded in two.
Smoke darkened the morning sky, swirling high before disappearing. Metal swept metal, an orchestra of grinding and screaming. A boom shattered your moment of admiration for the sight Fire ignited beside you, licking your arm as you stumbled. Catching bodies and discarded wooden weapons, the fire spread. The crackling grew with the flames while the crowds shrank.
“You’re supposed to run from the fire, not towards it,” Loki swaggered forward, catching his arm at your waist. Dragging you from the heat, he pushed you back into the conflict. “I respect the death-wish but we’ve got better things to do at the moment.”
“I like playing with -”
“Don’t say it,” Loki reached over your shoulder to slice a creature reaching for your neck. Black blood sprayed like a cracked pipe, burning the small areas of your skin not covered with armor. “It’s so overdone.”
“Fine,” You spun, kicking the fountaining alien to the ground. The metal on your heel sank into its chest as it flailed. It died with an indignant jolt of its tentacles. “I’ll come up with something better for next time, but not all of us spend our days thinking of witty one-liners for fantastical situations.”
“That’s exactly why I excel at it,” Loki lifted you bridal style, your sword curving through the air with your surprised yelps.
Sheathing your weapon, you ripped a dagger from Loki’s hip instead, heaving it at a bipedal monster. The creature boasted eight eyes, positioned in a perfect circle in the center of its head. With a whoosh, the dagger struck the center of his eyes, hilt wobbling away its remaining momentum.
“I think I have an eye for knife throwing,” You twisted to kiss the pleased grin from Loki’s bloodied lips. Hands dragging up his face, you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging playfully at his roots.
Loki dropped his hold, letting you fall free a moment before catching your waist. Your legs waved like a pendulum in the air.
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
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You couldn’t believe your eyes. There stood Loki. And Loki? Times three. You blinked about 5 more times before blurting out the first thing to come to mind. “You have… Superpowers?” Loki’s head whipped around at the sound of your energetic voice. “Oh my- I can’t believe it!” You gushed as you watched your boyfriends face turn pink.
“Do you think you can teach me that?” You asked before Loki could say anything else. “Oh darling. This is just practical magic. I can’t teach a mere mortal” Loki stepped over and cooed as his hands pressed against your cheeks. “My sweet and innocent baby” He teased as you laughed. You crinkled your nose. “I shall try I suppose….” Loki finally answered with a wide smile as you cheered. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.
Thor is staring into the back of his head, and Loki growls. “I know you’re there brother. What do you want.” “Just looking at the two of you. You both seem quite content.” Loki looks down at you, your head resting on his lap as he reads. You fell asleep a while ago, but he hasn’t been able to stop running his fingers through your hair. “We are.” Loki says curtly. “Do you remember what you said to me, so long ago? When I was with Ms. Foster?” Loki bristles at his words, but says nothing. “You said, and I quote you brother, ‘This day, the next, a hundred years, it’s nothing! It’s a heartbeat. You’ll never be ready. The only woman whose love you prized will be snatched from you’. You said that to me, brother, about my relationship with myself and Ms. Foster. What happened since then?” Thor moves to a chair across from you and Loki. Loki snarls at him, shutting the book. “Nothing happened. I met Y/N, and those words meant nothing anymore.” “Something must have. Words do not disappear into thin air. You cannot act as if those words did not hold true to you at one point in time.” Thor sighs, running his face in exasperation before letting his hand drop and looking at the ground. “Look, Loki. When I brought you to this tower, it was not a punishment, as I’m sure you thought and felt. Possibly you still feel that way, I cannot know. However, what I do know is that you may have found some true happiness here. But there is no place for both happiness and love, and those words to be inside your heart. I need to know whether or not you will hurt this mortal. Whether or not your heart is fully invested or not. Because I will not allow you to just drop her to the side like you have done to me and countless others.” Thor looks up at Loki at this point, and Loki has dropped all signs of bitterness in his eyes in place of worry. Loki glances down at your still sleeping form, running a thumb over your cheek. “I will not hurt her. I never realized love is a thousand heartbeats, not just one. She has them all. Losing her will be like losing my heart.” Loki murmurs, and Thor sighs contentedly. They both sit in silence for a moment. “…is your phone recording right now.” “…maybe.” Next thing you know you hear Loki chasing Thor around the Tower (after he slid you off his lap gently of course) and yelling for the ‘damned Midgaurdian spy’. Good thing Karen recorded it for you anyway. It was a rare thing to hear Loki say such things.
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