loki's little spider

but seriously 2024-2026 was a very roller coaster year to me its full of bad and happy things all at once. so far ive been managing to keep being alive!! in 2025 i got really depressed so I took a break from the internet. recently i was ab//used by someone bad, but luckily im okay now. 🙇🩷

i also dont know if i want to continue using this blog or making a new one. i miss experiencing the joy of being here,,, i hope to relive it soon!!! (⁠๑⁠´⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠`⁠๑⁠)

im just using my old taglist and some new mutuals/following i found super duper cool. hi hi!!!! you guys are super awesome!!

Loki lifts his head from the pillow, his soft curls move with the motion, now spilling down his back as he looks at you with furrowed brows.

“Does that mean what I think it does?” He asks with the utmost seriousness he can muster.

“What?” 

“You'll paint my back? Do you even know the insinuation you're making there? I mean, honestly…”

Your face falls. Loki trails off into a fit of laughter.

“Way to ruin the moment.” You pout at him. 

Loki turns onto his back, pulling you on top of him with ease, making quick work of soothing your reaction to his crudeness, and you know your pout's gotten under his skin. He hums softly, studying your expression, and because he figures he can get away with the joke, he cracks it, without giving it much thought.

“Well, why wait, darling? Desecrate your god today!” Loki purrs. He expects a retort or a laugh, instead it takes exactly five seconds for your devilish grin to break through and for Loki to know he's in trouble.

“Awesome! I'll get the paints!” You exclaim, scurrying off him and out of the bedroom.

You’ve prepared for this.

“Darling! That was a jest and you know it!” He calls after you, grumpy at your abrupt decision to leave him all alone in bed. The only thing Loki's met with is the distant sound of your giggles. Then you return with your basket of torture. Overridden with excitement, you jump on the bed, nearly scattering the paint brushes and skin safe paint tubes out of it.

“Turn around!”

“Must I?” Loki deadpans.

“Pleaseeeeee?” 

With a grumble Loki is shifting position, exposing his back to you. 

You press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade, a silent thank you to Loki for indulging you before you begin painting.

“Name one other god who would let you do this, I'll wait.”

“Thor.” You say without missing a beat.

“You are doing nothing of the sort to Thor.” Loki forbids sharply.

“Then you'll just have to suck it up and make peace with being my canvas.” 

Loki groans. You're a little manipulator and you have him wrapped around your finger, but it’s not all bad, because Loki finds he rather enjoys feeling you paint on him, how you vary the pressure of your brush strokes; soft when you're feathering out paint, and more pressure when you wish for your lines to be bold.

Unlike the first time when he grumbled through most of your impromptu paint session, as the painting thing becomes your little pre-sleep ritual, Loki starts to ask questions, making you describe your process and what you're painting.

Eventually, there's a time, you realize the god has been entirely snoozing on your painting commentary when your ‘all done!’ is met with his rude snore.

***

There’s a folder in your phone gallery full of pictures of your paintings on Loki's body; back, biceps, thighs, chest, because eventually you can't resist painting somewhere he's able to watch you.

When you suggest painting his ass, Loki tells you ‘we’re a long way from fifth base yet’. You tell him to get his mind out of the gutter and strip or so help you– ‘god?’ he offers, helpfully.

His revenge is turning the tables. He plans to paint something silly on your back, then changes his mind and creates a masterpiece instead.

Though, to get revenge out of his system, he insists you should let him paint a curly mustache above your upper lip. With a roll of your eyes you do. Since it happens post your bed routine, you keep it until next morning when you wash it off with your skincare routine.