thank you sO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE. i appreciate it. this is more in an au style. enjoy!
“You what?”
You groan, covering your burning face with your hands. You should have never let Thor find out, with his big dumb mouth. Scratch that, you should never have become friends with Wanda, and her big dumb mouth.
You slink down against the wall, thankful that no one was around in the empty hallway. Everyone had just gone to class when Loki had caught up with you and asked you if the rumors were true, if your feelings for him were true.
“I should have never told anyone.” It was like a big dumb soap opera–you let it slip about your small crush on the science major to your friend Wanda, who told Viz, who couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut, who told Jar, who told Tony, who probably mentioned it to Thor, who then told his half-brother Loki.
He’d been your friend for a long time, confided in you, studied with you, and hung out with all your friends together. Feelings, in any unplatonic matter, did not add well to the mix.
You feel Loki sit next to you, can see him tug on the sleeve of his hoodie between your hands. “So why did you?”
“Because Wanda wouldn’t just drop the damn topic,” you said through gritted teeth. She was trying to encourage you to go out more, maybe go on a date or two and you had declined numerous times, saying that all her male suggestions were not your type. When she asked you what was your type, she could see that you were hiding something and kept badgering until you told her about your hidden crush. Her smile was wide as she promised not to spill the beans, but she did more than that–she flipped over the whole goddamn truck. “She wasn’t supposed to say anything because then everything would get weird.”
There’s a pregnant pause before he speaks up. “What if it’s not?”
“What?”
You spin your head so fast you could give yourself whiplash. A light dusting of pink is on Loki’s cheeks as he fiddles with the end of his sweater.
“What if–” he swallows, glancing over at your wide eyes, “what if I feel the same way about you?”
Your heart skips a beat as you take in the information. Your face softens. “Really?”
He cracks a small smile and hesitantly reaches for your hand. You take it, automatically lacing your fingers together. He nods. “Can I kiss you?”
As you press your lips against his, you have a brief thought that maybe Wanda spilling the beans wasn’t so bad after all.
Summary: Loki reveals a close guarded secret in a moment of intimacy.
Warnings:fluffy fluff, very suggestive themes, mentions of sex, stupid jokes.
Loki’s tongue tasted sweet as he pressed himself into you, kissing you hard enough to slow your breath and accelerate the beat of your heart. His coat fell from one shoulder, hanging limp at his side as she clutched your waist, digging his nails into the airy fabric of your sleep shirt. You caught your hands in his hair, gripping his scalp as you heaved yourself up on your toes to pull Loki closer.
The tang of his kiss stung your jaw and the soft skin of your neck as he kissed down to your collarbone. Shuttering, cold air caught your skin as he tore a hole at the crewneck, opening your shoulder up to him. Lips falling open, you threw your arms around his neck in a desperate embrace. Loki responded in kind, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Your touch is like fire,” You mumbled into his neck, running your nose over the goose pimples freckling his skin. “I want to keep going.” The cold leather of his jacket grazed your fingers as you pushed it to the floor.
Loki growled and unlocked his knees, letting you push him towards the bed. He fell back but held himself upright. You slipped between his legs.Towering over him with a cheeky grin, you ran your palms over his hair, digging into the roots to pull his head back to your lips.
“You think you’re in control?” Loki pulled you down and flipped you on your back as you yelped in surprise. Your nightshirt tangled in his silky sheets, pulling it up enough for him to slip his fingers under the fabric to get to your skin.
Your eyes alighted.
“Yes,” You tangled your legs in his, flipping him in return. Loki laughed and held you as you both rolled over.
Pressing your knees into the soft skin behind his elbows, you held him in place, enjoying his willingness to play along. You had no misgivings that he could throw you through the window with a flick of his wrist.
Dropping to his chest, you kissed him, shimmying his shirt up to pull it over his head.
“Wait,” Loki froze, hands flying from your waist like you’d shocked him. The red of the veins in his eyes flared into molten lava before settling back into white. “Wait, I can’t.”
“What’s wrong?” You pressed your forehead into his, feeling an overwhelming chill on his skin, like a hypothermic fever. Fingers shaking, you ran your hands over his cheeks, dragging your thumbs across the dark spots under his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you’ve done nothing wrong. I just -,” Loki finally touched your again, circling your waist with his arms as he sat up, taking you with him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he lifted you from the bed like a ragdoll. You grabbed his shoulders for support. Loki’s shirt hung from one side, threads stretched from your attention. Feeling the need to do something, anything, you tangled your fingers in the loose fabric like a spider weaving her web.
“What?” You balked at the faded look in his eyes. Loki disappeared from the moment, lost somewhere you couldn’t find him, in a time before you existed, and a time when you wouldn’t.
“If I hurt you or continue lying to you,” Loki spoke into the air, away from your gaze, “It would be unconscionable.”
“You wouldn’t- intentionally,” You added, acknowledging how truly dangerous Loki could be.
“I have a penchant for taking things too far,” Loki snapped his gaze back to you with a darkness curning under the surface. “I get in over my head and the results are disastrous.”
“Sex is getting in over your head?” You frowned. “Or is it the intimacy?”
Loki scoffed, looking past your shoulder towards the glistening lights of the New York night. “You misunderstand me.”
“You haven’t exactly been clear,” You pulled his face back towards you. The intensity in the lines of his face caught you like a snare. “But you’re 1000 years old so I don’t think it’s the sex. What’s going on?”
“Look here,” Loki brought a finger between your eyes like you sat in a medical examination room. Brilliant blue dripped from his nail to knuckle. Paint on a canvas, left to spill aimlessly with the force of gravity dragging it down.
Your amazed laugh tangled in your chest. Mouth falling open, you gripped his wrist and twisted his palm as the blue bled across his hands, igniting his veins in the murky blue of the ocean under his skin.
“What are you?” You slipped your fingers in his, gasping at the chilliness emanating from his skin like you sat in the center of a glacier. “You’re not Asgardian?”
“No,” Loki’s brows fell in confusion. Eyes glistening with fascination, you kissed the concern lines in his forehead, elated with this sudden turn of events.
“So Thor wasn’t lying when he said you were adopted?” You threw your head back when you laughed, pulling Loki forward a step as he held you to himself to stop you tumbling to the floor from his arms. “I thought he was just being ridiculous.”
“Thor being honest doesn’t preclude him being ridiculous,” Loki said cautiously, setting you on the floor as your legs feel at his side. “You’re not repulsed?”
“What reason do I have to be?” You leaned into him, smiling up at Loki. “Is it any weirder than what we already are?”
“I’m a monster,” He dropped his head to whisper into your hair. The sound barely caught your ears. “I’m alien and a monster.”
“You were already an alien,” You closed your eyes against his chest, listening to the erratic beat of his heart against your cheek. “This doesn’t make you more of one.”
Loki nodded against your hair, small trestles catching in his cracking lips.
“Is Thor pink?” The last word barely left your lips as Loki shoved you against the wall once more. This kiss was insistent and desperate, a question without words.
“We’ll discuss that later,” Loki bit at your bottom lip. “We have other pressing matters at hand.”
i think that loki is also a soft boyfriend/partner
he’s a very anxious person but would enjoy the company that his SO brings with them because they calm him
he’s always nervous but its less when you are around
very thoughtful and almost analytical
he takes notice of things you enjoy and does them with you
he’s nervous of intimate touch so i think you guys work your way up to it
starts out soft, like simple hand holding and chaste kisses and then after a while y’all get intimate
he seems very reserved and only really tolerates other people around him if you’re around
you remind him to be open and kind with others
once you two are together for a bit he starts to revert back to his funny and cocky self
he grows as a person with you
thor loves that his brother has found someone to be happy with
he would be very anxious on the inside but calm on the outside when asking his SO to be his, and when they say yes he’s got the biggest smile on his face
shows you tricks to make you smile
always around you and comfortable in your presence, you two are often found reading or relaxing together
This one is for @marveloussupernatural because it’s her birthday today and she inspired this fic idea!! You should all read her amazing work!!!
Summary: (Loki x fem!reader) Theonewhere Loki discovers many… interesting new things that Midgardians do for fun.
Warnings: Implied sexy time, innuendos, kisses, the works. Basically the closest I’ll ever get to writing smut. Which, after this, is pretty dang close.
A/N: This is the intro/first of a little mini-series of Loki drabbles! Also sorry I have only ever written Loki fics so far. I just really love him and love writing his character. Oops
“Y/N?” The quiet voice called for you from inside the library. Leaving your phone on the counter, you trudged to the library to find your lover sitting criss cross on the carpeted floor, surrounded by books. He glanced up to you as you walked in, his eyes full of wonder at the material he was reading.
This was your favorite Loki. The Loki that trusted you, the Loki that felt emotions, the Loki that wanted to learn. You smiled at him, sitting down next to him. “What’s up?”
He looked embarrassed by his question. “What is a bucket list?” He pointed to the page where the phrase “add it to the bucket list” was written.
“Oh! Well, it’s like a list of goals or dreams or aspirations that a person has,” you explained. “People like to write them down so they never forget all the dreams that they’ve had through the years.”
Loki nodded in understanding. “Do you have a bucket list?”
You flushed slightly at the thought. “I mean, I do, but it’s mostly a bunch of embarrassing stuff I wanted to do when I was a kid or a teenager.” You chuckled nervously, hoping he would drop the subject.
Hearing that you did have a list, Loki’s eyes lit up like a child’s and he scrambled up off the floor to stand in front of you. “Can I read it?” He asked excitedly.
“Nah, it’s got all this weird stuff and I-I really don’t know where it is…” You really didn’t want to have to explain your strange high school fantasies to him.
“I think you’re lying,” Loki responded with a grin. “Come on, Y/N, it’s me. I would love to know your hopes and dreams. Don’t you trust me?”
You sighed, his excited, pleading eyes making you give in too quick. “Let’s go find it,” you grumbled, and Loki happily followed you out of the library towards your room.
After searching your bookshelves and desk drawers, you finally found the small leather bound notebook. It was a beat up notebook from years of use. You reluctantly handed it to Loki, who opened it excitedly and began to read.
His eyes skimmed over the pages, and you dreaded him coming across some embarrassing goal your teenage self had had.
“‘Have my first kiss,’” Loki read aloud, a smirk growing on his face and he looked up to meet your eyes. “Glad I could help your dreams come true.”
You smacked his arm playfully, and he laughed as he leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on your lips. He continued reading intently, gently turning page after page.
“What is this one? A ‘body shot’? What is that?” He pointed to your writing.
Oh gosh, here we go.
You felt your face flush, and you covered your face with your hands with an embarrassed laugh. “That’s one of my stupid and inappropriate life goals. I know it’s silly, it’s kind of weird, but uh, I mean it also seems fun, uh, to take a body shot might be fun, I don’t know?” You were babbling, your face cherry red.
Loki laughed and held up a hand. “I don’t know what you are talking about. What is a body shot? How do you take a body shot?” He smiled at you reassuringly. “You can tell me. Please tell me. I would never judge you.”
You sighed at his nagging. Eh, what the heck? Maybe we can have some fun with this.
You scooted closer to him, glancing at the door to make sure no one else in the compound was around. He looked at you eagerly, ready to listen.
“So a body shot. You know how you take shots of alcohol?” You began, and Loki nodded.
“Well, a body shot is where you take a shot, but off of someone’s stomach. You put the drink in their belly button, then salt on their chest, and they hold a lemon or lime wedge in their mouth. Then you, ya know, do what you need to do to take the shot.”
The corners of Loki’s lips quirked into a grin as he pieced together what you were telling him.
“Have you done that before? Have you taken a body shot?” He asked you.
“I did once at a frat party in college. But it was awful. The guy kept complaining about getting his shirt wet, then he wouldn’t keep his head on the table so I couldn’t reach the lemon in his mouth.” You shook your head with a laugh at the memory. “I don’t count that one.”
“I think I’m jealous,” Loki muttered, imagining you trying to eat a lemon wedge out of some other guys mouth.
“You really shouldn’t be,” you laughed, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
Loki fell quiet, apparently lost in thought. Silence filled the room for a few seconds, until Loki spoke up again.
“Do you want to try again?”
You blinked in surprise. Does he actually want to try a body shot? “A-are you serious? You want me to take a body shot off of you?”
Loki winked at you, already standing up and heading to the door. “Let me help you cross something off your bucket list.”
He grabbed your hand and the two of you ran down the hallway to the kitchen, giggling and whispering like two lovesick kids sneaking around. You grabbed a bottle of tequila and the margarita salt out of the drink cupboard, while Loki searched the fridge for a lime.
“Got it!” He whispered, holding up a plastic bag of lime wedges. His eyes were twinkling in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time. Seeing him this happy made your heart simply melt. Maybe your bucket list had been a good thing to read!
You excitedly held up the drink and the salt to show him, then dashed past him back to your room.
“Uh… you guys making margaritas without sharing?” Tony’s voice behind you stopped you in your tracks, and Loki bumped into you at your sudden stop. You both quickly hid the goods behind your backs, turning around with utterly guilty grins on your faces.
“Hey Tony!” You said cheerily as Loki nodded his greeting, his cheeks tinged pink.
“Seriously though, where are you two going with my tequila and limes?” Tony raised an eyebrow at the two of you. Loki responded before you got the chance to make up some kind of excuse.
“Stark, mind your own business,” he said in a cool voice. “Don’t question our madness.”
You almost laughed at his serious tone, covering your snigger with a cough.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Ok, day drinkers, just don’t drink all my good tequila. Stay out of trouble.” He pointed his finger sternly at you two with a wink. “And use protection.”
You blushed deep red at his comment, but Loki had already grabbed your hand and was pulling you excitedly into your room, shutting the door behind him.
“Someone’s excited!” You laughed as he sat down on the bed, eagerly awaiting for your instructions. He grinned at you. “I never got to do stuff like this. This seems… fun. Rebellious.” He waggled his eyebrows at you. “And if this was something you always wanted to do, then I’m going to help you do it!”
Aw. That’s really sweet. You walked over to him a placed a small kiss on his cheek.
“Ok then, let’s get to business. Take off your shirt.” You commanded, reaching down to the hem of his shirt to pull it off his body for him. He lifted his arms and you pulled his shirt off him, his toned torso always a sight you enjoyed. You slowly dragged your hands down his chest and abdomen, teasing him with your light touch. He shuddered slightly at your touch and you smiled at him suggestively.
“Now lay down,” you ordered, pushing his shoulders lightly to push him flat on his back.
Now that’s a sight you will never get enough of: shirtless Loki laying on your bed. You couldn’t help yourself as you swung your leg over him to straddle his hips, leaning down to quickly press a kiss to his neck.
“Hey now,” Loki laughed, reaching up to put a finger on your lips. “This isn’t what we are doing. Yet.”
You huffed, but giggled and reached over to grab the bag of limes. You took out a wedge and held it up to Loki’s mouth. “Just hold this in your mouth,” you instructed. Next you took the salt and sprinkled a few grains onto the plane of his chest beneath his collarbone. Loki watched intently as you moved down his torso, holding onto the lime with his teeth.
You carefully unscrewed the tequila bottle and poured a small amount of the golden liquid onto Loki’s navel. “Are you ready?” You asked, placing your hands on either side of him, positioning yourself between his knees.
“Mmhgm!” Loki responded through the lime, looking down at you eagerly. You laughed at his excited expression, then smirked at him seductively. “Enjoying the view?” You asked, then dipped your head down to teasingly place small kisses along the waistband of his pants. He shivered at the feeling of your lips on him.
You placed your lips firmly below his navel as low as his pants allowed, then dragged your tongue agonisingly slow up towards the tequila.
A grin spread across your face as you heard him growl softly at the contact. You reached the liquid and slowly slurped all the tequila off of his stomach, licking all the excess drops off of him. His muscles were clenched as your tongue dragged over them, and you could tell he was breathing hard.
You continued moving up his body, leaving a trail of wet kisses up his torso to reach the salt. You licked the line of salt from his chest, settling yourself straddling his hips, where it became clear that he was uh, truly enjoying this experience.
You giggled and licked the salt from your lips, placing your hands on his chest as you looked down at his beautiful face. His emerald eyes were dark with desire, and he held the lime between his teeth, waiting for you to finish your journey.
You leaned down slowly, your mouths crashing together as you bit into and sucked the lime he held in his mouth. Before you could pull away, his hands came flying up to grip the curve of your neck, keeping your lips pressed against his.
He broke the kiss quickly to turn his head and spit out the lime, but immediately captured your lips with his own. His tongue ran over your bottom lip, tasting like lime, and your mouth parted slightly, granting him entrance. The kiss deepened, and he rolled over so that you lay captured beneath him.
“That was… quite an experience,” he growled against your mouth. You breathlessly laughed. “I’m glad you liked it,” you managed to say between kisses. Loki pulled away from you, bringing his hand up to caress your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip. He was smirking down at you, the weight of his body on top of you keeping you in place.
“These dreams of yours… so deliciously bad. I love them,” he murmured into your ear.
You flushed at his husky voice and his bare stomach on top of you. “Lucky for you, I have a whole book of these dreams.”
He captured your lips again in a forceful kiss, his hand sneaking up under your shirt to explore the covered territory. He broke away to gasp for breath, licking his lips hungrily with a grin.
Summary: Loki doesn’t understand the purpose of stuffed animals and it gets so fluffy you’re gonna die
Word Count: idk I’m writing this on my phone like all serious professional writers do
Author’s Note: This idea came to me earlier today when I was packing up to (finally) move out of my parents’ place, and I figured that since I’m on a long car trip and trapped in the back seat of a Ford Escape for a significant portion of the foreseeable future, I would write this so I don’t die of boredom. I might still die of leg cramps tho. Also, it’s not a Loki gif but I felt like this one of my dad fit. Pls enjoy.
~ Muerta 🌸💀🌸
“What exactly,” Loki hissed, lifting the fuzzy bundle up by one of its beanbag legs as if it were covered in slime, “is this little creature?”
You turned to face him, putting down the box you were holding and letting out a soft giggle when you saw him gripping the chubby stuffed moose with two of his fingers, sneering down at it in a mixture of disgust and confusion. Somehow, you’d convinced him to help you move in to your new apartment with the reasoning that it would be much easier and faster if you had his magic to help. You hadn’t expected it to work, but when he’d agreed a little too readily, you wondered if Thor was right in believing that his little brother had a bit of a crush on you.
The box Loki had just opened was full of throw pillows and blankets, with a few of your old plush toys crammed into what little space remained on the very top. You raised an eyebrow at him, amused.
“You’ve never seen a stuffed animal before?” you asked, crossing the room to where he stood.
“Are you saying this beast was once alive?” Loki’s frown grew, visibly disturbed by what he assumed as an example of the barbaric Midgardian tradition of taxidermy. You laughed out loud then, reaching out and taking the moose from him.
“No, you big idiot,” you said, “it’s a toy. Made of fabric and stuffing and little beads for his eyes. A real moose would be, like, the size of this room. You never had one of these as a kid on Asgard?”
Loki shook his head. “Asgardian children don’t play with such things. We had puzzles and weapons, not… misshapen sacks of cloth meant to look like monsters.”
“They give weapons to children on Asgard?” you asked, incredulous, completely ignoring his comment. “That’s… that actually explains a lot now that I think of it.”
Loki smirked, slipping the moose from your grasp, where you held it pressed lightly to your chest. He turned it about in his hands, inspecting it carefully, before tossing it into the air a few feet and catching it again.
“What do these ‘stuffed animals’ do, exactly?” he asked. “What is their purpose?”
You went back to unpacking the box you’d been working on, not entirely sure what the answer to his question was but doing your best to pull one out of your ass.
“Well… I guess if you were going to look at it from a psychological standpoint, they’re used to develop care skills and compassion in children. As an adult, though… it’s kind of like having a little pet. One that won’t die and will cuddle with you whenever you want it to.”
Loki huffed, tossing the moose to the side and pulling another stuffed animal from the box it had come from, this one in the shape of a bear.
“That seems utterly pointless,” he said. “Don’t most adult humans have other humans to meet their needs for physical connection?”
You shrugged. “Not all of us.” You looked back to him with a cheeky grin, tossing a book at his head which he caught without even flinching.
“Are you offering to help me meet mine?” you teased.
He gave the book in his hand a quick skim through before peering up at you, a sly, playful grin spread across his features.
Imagine that the Norse gods can answer prayers but only unselfish ones, thus with centuries of “if you help me do this, I promise I’ll do that,” prayers going unanswered, the old gods had almost been forgotten….
You just giggle as Loki tries to be angry at you, but the picture he presents is anything but: he’s facing you in the tub, surrounded by mounds of bubbles piled on warm water, hair damp at the ends and curling slightly. You know he would never dare say it out loud, that he enjoyed it, so you poke fun at him for trying to be angry at you when you know he is totally content here.
“Bubble baths are for children,” he says, voice an even tone and you roll your eyes.
“If they’re for children then why are you sitting in one?” You scoop up some bubbles in your hand and gently blow them towards him, giggling when he swats them away.
He grabs your ankles and gently tugs you forward, your slick bottom sliding easily along the porcelain, the water sloshing just slightly. He rests your legs around his waist, fingers sliding up to run up and down your calves as he bumps your nose with his. “I believe I was goaded into it with the promise of a backrub.” His gaze is soft and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
You hum, eyes closing at the intimacy and warmth of it all. Your hands move to his waist, fingers digging into the muscle and it gets a soft sigh out of him, forehead leaning against yours. You spend the rest of the night like that, soft kisses and tender fingers, only leaving when the water has gotten too cold.
“What am I?” Loki sits on the edge of your shared bed, his head held in his hands. He’s not wearing a shirt, and you wonder the breeze that’s blowing the curtains is making him cold.
Then you remember.
“What do you mean?” you ask, not moving towards him yet.
“Do you remember when I arrived in the S.H.I.E.L.D compound?” Loki won’t look at you. “Did Fury ever tell you what I said?”
“You said you were burdened with glorious purpose.” you repeat. Loki meets your eyes when you sit next to him.
“I was wrong.” he spits. “Six years, and what have I accomplished? A reconcile with my people, maybe, but that was only because you charmed them.” Loki strokes your cheek. “I burdened with nothingness. I have never succeeded in any of my plans, and I don’t foresee myself doing so.” Loki shakes his head. “I have nothing.”
“You have me.” you hit the ring on your left finger against Loki’s so the small sound can reach his ears.
Loki looks at you, and you can almost see the gears working in his head. The Trickster’s mouth opens, then closes.
“I do.” Loki places one hand on the side of your neck. “I really do, don’t I?”
Loki leans forward and places his lips gently against yours. He kisses you softly, but deeply. You can feel him, smooth lips and long fingers supporting your head. You melt into the kiss, allowing you husband to be the only thing holding you up.
“I suppose I was.” Loki draws away. “Burdened with glorious purpose. I managed to get you.”
“You really did that?” You squeal, pulling back the comforter on your side of the bed. Loki just groans from his place against the headboard and covers his face with his hand.
“Yes,” he sighs, and you just laugh as you plop down into bed. He sends a look your way as you curl onto your side and give him a sweet smile. “I still can’t believe he told you that.”
“I can’t fucking believe you turned into a snake and then stabbed him.” You couldn’t help the giggles as they floated through your lips, and he settled down into bed next to you, rolling his eyes. It only made you laugh harder.
“I was quite the, playful little child.” You giggle at his choice of words, smiling at the pink that dusts his cheeks as you curl against him.
“Playful is just a fancy word for mischievous, you know.” You sigh, feeling your eyes grow tired and place one gentle hand on Loki’s abdomen.
“Yes, yes,” he chuckles, reaching over to flicker off the lamp and then settle back into bed. He presses his lips to your crown in a soft kiss. “I’m aware.”
Toad's Cave 