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Description: A soft morning with your love makes him realise you also see a future with him.
Length: 1.2k
Trigger Warnings: none i don’t think, foul language??
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As an avenger, with the general shit-housery that came in the terms and conditions of the job, it was a very rare occasion that you got a lie in. Even rarer than that, getting a lie in with your boyfriend with you too.
Loki, by his godly nature, didn’t need to sleep every single night as your mortal body did, and he was a fidget when told to sit still anyway. So to wake up just as the sun was peeking through the curtains of your room in the tower, and have him still laying beside you, one arm slung over your waist and his warm breath fanning over your collar bones was a treat sent from above.
You gently turned your head to look at your god of a boyfriend. His face, usually scrunched in annoyance or stress from the hardships of being god amongst inferior mortals, was smoothed out in the peace of slumber. Yet his onyx locks were neat as ever, caressing his head and splayed out over the pillow like tendrils of smoke. He had the softest hair you had ever seen; you were convinced he used his magic to keep it so pristine and had yet to reveal his secret to you. “That’s just my natural gow, darling. Not trickery needed,” He would say whenever you pulled him up on it, but the smug smile he held every time said otherwise. His shallow breaths released in time to every other thump of your heart beat, as though your bodies had naturally aligned in your sleep, and it only proved as a lullaby to send you almost back to sleep.
But you fought your tiredness. This was a rare sight, and you’d be damned if you missed it for an extra half an hour of kip. You smiled softly, gently lifting a hand to stroke the side of his hair, entranced with the noir mane and the urge to embrace your boyfriend overwhelming you so much you just had to touch him somehow.
He was one step ahead, as always. You almost gasped when his head turned, though he had seemed mid slumber, and caught the palm of your hand with his lips in a gentle kiss.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare, love?” His deep morning drawl met your ears before he returned his lips to your hand for another long peck. His hand emerged from under the covers to hold your wrist softly, keeping your hand barely touching your face as he nuzzled into your palm happily.
“I can’t help it when the sight is so beautiful,” You whispered back, and it was then his eyes, bluer than the clearest of oceans, met yours. They crinkled in the corners as he smiled at the sight of you, hair messy and sleep tantalizing your gaze but the greatest sight he could have hoped to wake up to nevertheless.
“And they say I’m the charmer,” He teased, squeezing your wrist benevolently with what you knew was only a mere fraction of his strength. He could snap your whole body in two with little effort, and yet with you he was so fucking gentle.
“Just telling the truth, love,” You replied, shuffling forward to nuzzle your face into his neck as he rolled to face the ceiling, pulling you half on top of him effortlessly.
He let go of your wrist and brought his hand to the back of your head to caress your hair. You lay like that for a moment, his motion very nearly sending you back to sleep until a pair of lips met your forehead, and you jumped the tiniest part out of shock.
A deep, quiet chuckle met your ears as you whined at his slight mocking of your reaction. “You do that any more and I’ll be asleep,” You said, lightly kissing his collarbone as he went back to his ministrations, despite your warning of the effect it had on you.
“I don’t care. Just don’t drool on me,” He replied, and at that your eyes shot open.
You sat up from your place slotted against his neck, resting on your elbows to look down at him. Your eyes narrowed on the way a smirk played on his lips that you held yourself back from kissing to make your point known.
“I don't drool in my sleep,” You said, slightly aghast at his accusation. You had been dating for all of six months at this point, so you were still susceptible to embarrassment around him. It was expected, though you were an avenger and you were powerful in your own way, he was quite literally a god, and you were a puny mortal with mortal flaws. He was a prince, and you were just a human.
Yet his laugh, this time not teasing but genuinely amused, stopped your worrying over whether he found your faults disgusting or annoying, and had you smiling also.
“I don’t!” You insisted, but he didn't reply. Loki didn’t disagree, or fight his case that he was the one in the right (you knew you did in fact drool in your sleep, so it surprised you that he put up no argument), he simply brought you back to rest your head in his neck.
“Alright, love. You don’t,” It was the best lie he’d ever told, because he felt your shoulders relax at the thought that you had gotten away with hiding your adorable nightly habit from him. There was a quiet again, where he kissed your temple and you settled into his arms once more. You were tough as nails in the battle field, but here with him you felt so delicate, like a white lace glove his mother used to wear.
You were the most precious thing Loki had ever had. He wanted to keep you for as long as he possibly could, he would sooner die than give you up.
“I’ve never loved anything the way I love you,” Loki confessed, whispering it close to your ear as though he was afraid FRIDAY would be able to hear him. Such a soft collection of words were meant for you and only you.
You smiled into his skin, kissing his neck tenderly twice. “And I’ll never love anything more,” You added trailing up to kiss below his ear, “Well perhaps one man,”
He tensed below you, and you felt almost guilty but you knew what you were doing. It was your turn to do the teasing. “Oh really?” He asked jokingly, but you could tell your words had stung. You wished he could understand that you loved him too much to be serious, “And who might that be?”
“Jealous are we?” You played along, kissing over his cheek, nearing his lips. He seemed impatient, or perhaps it was a hint of protectiveness at the way you’d confessed your love for another man. He tilted his head to catch your lips in a fierce kiss, pulling your body closer to his as if to erase the thoughts of someone else from your mind. He would understand soon enough though.
“Not at all,” He lied again as you both pulled away, not for too long before he was kissing you again however. “Just wondering who this mystery man is who’s stolen my love’s heart, is all,”
You chuckled, pecking his lips once more, “I don’t love him now, but I will one day,” You said, watching his brows furrow in confusion at your vague statement. “You’ll love him too though, darling. He’s going to call you dad,”
Loki teared up then and there. A future with you? He was the luckiest god there was.
He swore, then and there, that if anything were to happen to you and that future you'd envisioned, he would sit back and watch the world burn.
Note: I didn’t proof read this and I kind of hate it but 👀 oh well
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