#christmas loki

His eyes were wide. Brows furrowed. He continued to mumble, words incoherent beneath the silver duct tape. You placed your coffee on the end table with a thud and walked to him, fingers hovering over the corner of the tape.

“You want me to remove this?”

He nodded.

“Okay. Brace yourself.” In one swift tear, your ripped the tape from his mouth.

He gasped. “Thank you.” His shoulders heaved with the exertion of heavy breaths. “I was trying to say, umm….. don’t be alarmed.”

“Well the horse has well and truly bolted on that one, but it was a nice thought.”

“I hardly wanted you to die of fright. I know how sensitive of a disposition you mortals possess.”

“Charming. And a bold move, for a man that’s handcuffed under my tree. How did you get here anyway?”

“The Bifrost. A little prank courtesy of my brother and Heimdall.”

“How long have you been here?”

“I arrived during nightfall.”

“You’re telling me, I was sleeping peacefully in my bed and you were here the whole time.”

“Well in my defense I did try to tell you.” He shrugged a shoulder in the direction of his mouth, hands still cuffed together, arms pinned to his sides by wide red ribbon.

“Are you comfortable.” You frowned in concern.

“Oh believe me mortal, I have spent a considerable amount of time on my knees prior to our encounter.”

“You know what, I believe that. The leather is giving kinky as fuck. Seriously though. Are you comfortable?”

He wriggled. “As comfortable as I can be. I…..” he strained his neck to look down at his arms, “I think you’re supposed to open me.”

“Excuse me.”

“Unwrap me, as it were. I am your gift.”

“I mean honestly I feel like I should be asking more questions but I’m gonna just accept this as a gift from the universe.”

Thankful the scissors were mercifully where you left them after wrapping presents last night, you slid the metal plates in between red ribbon and black leather, snipping your gift loose. The material pooled around him as he rolled his shoulders back, finally free.

“That feels so much better. Thank you.”

“Should I get you out of these?” You gestured towards his bound wrists, stepping forward. He smelled like the outdoors. Frost, mixed with pine. As though he had been outside in a forest during snowfall.

Maybe he had.

He cocked a brow. “Well you don’t have to unbind my wrists. It isn’t mandatory.”

“Lemme guess, you’ve spent a fair bit of time in handcuffs in the past.”

“You know me so well, pet.” He tilted his chin up and pulled his lips up into a self-satisfied grin.

“Where’s the key, anyway?”

He coughed, then opened his mouth wide, an antique gold key lying flat on a wet tongue. You picked the key from his tongue with your index finger and thumb, grimacing with the same disgust as picking up a half-eaten dead vole chewed up by your cat. “Gross.”

“Oh that’s nothing, you should have heard the orifice I suggested to Heimdall.”

“Lovely.” You opened the handcuffs, freeing him. He remained kneeling.

Like a good boy.

“So. What am I meant to do with you, then?”

“Well that’s entirely up to you. I am your gift, after all.”

“The consent in all this is a little dubious, not gonna lie.” You felt as if you were in your very own televised sitcom, half-tempted to look towards the camera to your right and break the fourth wall.

“Not at all. This is also my wish.”

“Huh?”

“Oh yes. I wished to spend 24 hours with a Midgardian. Apparently my brother and Heimdall saw fit to pair me with a particularly enthusiastic one.”

“Oh there’s plenty like me, believe me. I can round them up with one post. Don’t tempt me, I’ll tag ‘em all.”

“I’m rather content with you, as it happens.”

“Alright. So. It’s up to me then?”

“It is, my dear. So tell me,” he pressed a hand to the floor in between his splayed thighs and leaned forward as he whispered, “what do you wish to do with me?”

***

A/N: What would you do? The best comments will be turned into scenarios, and I'll make this a choose your own adventure, e.g.

Option A - Kinky shit (READ IT HERE)

Option B - Fluffy festive shit

Multiple endings!

Taggos:

This year, you opted for something different. You decided to go big on trees. You wanted each Avenger to find a piece of themself in them. So asked Tony to buy four. There will be two in the entrance, and two in the leaving room. However, to put your plan in place, you needed help. The trees were too tall for you to do everything by yourself.

You went to the only person that didn't go on the mission.

"Hi Bruce, I need your help. Well, more a Hulk help."

"Sure, what do you need?"

"I need him to help me put the decorations at the top of the trees."

"Oh, you know that he is not the delicate type."

"Well, if he doesn't try, I will not give him his surprise, so it's his choice."

You smiled. You knew that The Hulk was always feeling like people didn't care about him. It was a strange thing when you knew that he was another side of Bruce. You always tried to have something for him to, and this year was no exception.

"Hulk, careful. You can't drop this one. It's the most important one."

He looked at you and tried his best. He was really slow and steady. You looked at him with loving eyes, just for trying his best. He put the ornament carefully on top of the tree with no damage. You smile at the result. You hoped that he would like it. Not the Hulk, even if it was also for him but Loki. You had a big crush on him since he first smiled at you three years ago. You knew that he was a murder but he only showed you how sweet and charming he could be. You tried the hardest not to show how much he affected you. That didn't mean that Nat or Steve didn't see your puppy eyes every time that he walked in a room.

The mission went well. There were a few bruises, but it wasn't that bad. The morals were still on top. You were happy to see everybody coming back in one piece, hugging all of them. After every mission, it was hugging time for the ones who wanted it. It could be small hugs or longest depending and what each Avenger needed. You prepared a big meal for the team as usual after a mission, just in case they needed a boost for the moral. As always, they were impressed. You were the only one with Sam to know how to cook, which was a big change from all the takeaway that they had before you arrived three years ago. Some of them tried to cook with more or less success.

One by one, their eyes popped when they saw the tree in leaving room. It was a beautiful green and golden tree. It represented The Hulk but also Loki. Bruce teased you about it. You found an excuse on why their tree should be here instead of another one. After all, Loki was still considered dangerous after all his help, so he couldn't really be in the lobby, could he?

When the God arrived, your heart stopped. You were hopping he liked it. You were so anxious that Bruce had to put his hand on your forearm. You looked at him, and he nodded at you, smiling. Loki stepped closer to the tree. He looked at it like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen before, which was not far from the truth. He could see the ornaments that represented him and others for The Hulk. There were small details that only you could have put. His eyes were glossy. He looked a bit more at it to remove the tears ready to drop.

When he finally turned, he looked at you, smiling.

"It's really beautiful, Darling. Thank you for this gift."

"Of course Loki, it was really a pleasure "

Bruce felt you relaxed next to him. He kept smiling, looking at the interaction. He wondered if Loki would ever understand that you liked him. There was actually a bet on how long the dance would continue.

It was finally Christmas day. You were now all in the common room to give each other gifts. It wasn't always easy to find a gift for everybody, but you thought that you did a pretty good job and the other did too. The gifts were thoughtful and beautiful. You were thinking that it was the best year yet. Everybody was talking, giving each others hugs. You still have one gift to open.

It was Loki's gift. You knew it was his by the wrapping paper. It was elegant, green and impeccably down. You suspected that he had a tendency to need everything well done as the stature of his title. You looked at him and saw that he was looking back at you. You smiled before reaping the most delicately possible the paper. When you finally open it, your eyes got filled with tears. You couldn't believe what he offered you. It was the most beautiful book of his Asgardian collection. Not only did you like the presentation but the story itself. You were always going for it in his library without realising it. You never imagined that he could give an Asgardian book to anyone. You put it against your chest.

You wanted to go thank him but you saw that he was now opening yours. You tried your best to give him something new, but you were afraid that it wasn't enough. When you saw his eyes, he seemed really moved. You smiled at him before going to thank him for the precious gift, hugging him tightly. You then moved to thank the others before going for breakfast.

Four hours later and you were all watching a Christmas movie. You were all really invested, but something didn't quite feel right for you. It seemed like Loki was sad , and you didn't understand why. Everybody gave him a gift and they were all really nice. It was probably the warmest Christmas that he ever had, so you were really confused by his demeanour.

You went to take more popcorn and candy. You looked at the book on top of your pile of presents. You went to take it into your hands, cherishing it like the most precious thing that you had. You caressed the cover before opening it, wanting to see the beautiful pictures again and the golden letters. You saw a piece of paper between two pages. You thought that it was Loki's personal thoughts but still decided to read it. You wondered what he could think when he was alone.

"My sweet Darling,

I am giving you this book in hope that you can cherish it as much in ten years as you do now. I know that you do not read Asgardian, but I am hoping that you will let me read it to you every time that you want to hear this story.

I should have confessed my feelings another way, but the silent rejection will be easier than hearing you say that you do not feel the same way.

If you do not come to me now, that means that I am not the one that you inspire to be with, and it will be alright.

Do not fear, I will always be there for you. Whatever your response is.

Yours, Always,

Loki"

One week earlier.

"You are really a Dumb dumb for a god."

Loki looked at Nat like if he was about to kill her.

"Yes, you are a dummy if you still don't think that she loves you. She built you a full Christmas tree."

"She did it for everybody."

"And yet yours is in the common room."

"Because I can't be on the lobby."

"Because she wanted you to see how much she loves you."

Tony entered the kitchen.

"Are we talking about Y/N's tree for Reindeer?"

Nat nodded, still looking at you with Steve and Bucky in the leaving room, just in front of the green and gold tree. You looked so beautiful laughing with them.

"So when are you going to tell her that you love her?"

"She doesn't love me. She loves Steve or one of them."

You have been really close of Steve since you arrived. With Bucky and Sam, they were like the three best friends that you ever had. They were really protective of you. They didn’t want to see you heart in any way. You were always laughing with them, but you never thought of them in a romantic way.

After a longer discussion on who your friends were and who you loved, Loki decided that maybe he should try something. It was true that you put a lot of attention in his tree even if he felt like it was the same for everybody else. Maybe you actually liked him. You were spending a lot of time with him outside of the one that you were obligated to. Maybe, just maybe there was a little hope.

You didn't take time to check on the pop corn. It didn't matter. You went to Loki, who was on one of the couch. You made a sign for him to move a bit to give you space. You looked at him. He didn't understand what was happening. You whisper into his ear.

"I want you to read it to me every day."

Loki looked at you, and you nodded. He looked at your lips before kissing you. You deepen the kiss, moaning. He caressed your face.

"I didn't thought you wanted me."

"I am sorry, I didn't read it before."

"Better now than ever."

He brought you closer to him while you snuggled against his chest. Thor was looking at the two of you. He wanted to say something but decided to wait until the end of the movie. You needed a moment just between you after finally three years of pinning for each other and the Avengers going crazy on the bet.

—

Tori stared at herself in the mirror, checking her hair, and reconsidering the scant touch of makeup. She’d braided just the top of her hair to keep it out of her eyes, but didn’t put any talismans back in. She wondered if her makeup was an appropriate touch, since the gathering would be very casual. 

Oh, well,  she thought, trying to tell herself that her nerves weren't due to having a gift for Loki, which she wasn’t at all certain that he’d like. 

She’d nearly talked herself out of it several times before Natasha had enough of her indecision and had practically pushed her toward the cash register. Now, the gift sat on the end of her bed, waiting to be placed under the tree. 

She forced herself to pick it up and head out the door. When she joined the gathering, she noticed that Tony had gotten a head start on the holiday beverages, which wasn’t unusual, and that Loki had arrived already. She quickly made her way around the room so that she could slip her gift under the tree without anyone noticing. Then she approached Loki, trying to sneak up on him without his catching her, without teleporting. 

“There you are, handsome,” she said, while sliding her arms around his waist. 

She noticed immediately that he wore his leathers, and wondered why he hadn’t worn something more comfortable. Surely, he knew that only the team would be there, and that he could dress for comfort. Then she had a sneaking thought that maybe Tony or Thor had not told him that, in an effort to embarrass him. If that was the case, she would find a way to wreak havoc on them.

—

Loki felt himself physically relax as those small, familiar arms wrapped around his waist. He turned and looked at Tori, smiling, putting one hand over hers while keeping the box in the other.

"I'm so glad to see you," he said, his tone soft. "I was already starting to tire of the holiday antics..."

When he saw her look over his clothing, he sighed a bit. "So...you also believe I'm improperly dressed for the occasion, hm? What should I be wearing then?"

—

“NO, no,” Tori replied, quickly. “You look gorgeous as always. I just thought that maybe Tony had played a trick on you. If you’re more comfortable in your leathers, then by all means….but the tunic and jeans you had on for our joyride...yowza…”

She raised her eyebrows at him, with an impish grin, before hugging him tightly. She suspected that perhaps he’d worn the leather as a type of shell due to the unfamiliarity of the Christmas party. Maybe they were both a bit nervous. 

“You’re not going to cut out early, are you? We probably won’t get to the gifts until after eating, or until Tony finishes the bottle of whatever it is he’s drinking.”

Tori really hoped that he could relax and have a good time. There was plenty of food and treats on the counter, which should interest him, since he and Thor both had a large appetite and an even larger sweet tooth.

“Tell ya what, though, if he breaks out the karaoke machine, I’ll get us out of here, ok?”

—

Loki laughed at her promise but nodded all the same. He would either need to be very drunk or at risk of losing his life in order to participate in that horrible pastime. And he planned on neither of those happening tonight.

Though, with the Avengers, one never knew.

Her comment about his attire did intrigue him, though.

"You liked that outfit?" He asked almost sheepishly. He was happy to hear it, despite the fact that he'd already assumed she had. Still, actually getting a compliment...well, it wasn't something he was used to.

When she nodded with a twinkle in her eye, he smiled back and simply let his seidr flow around him, changing his usual Asgardian leather into a similar ensemble - but in the center of the tunic was a detailed embroidery of a decorated tree. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks as she looked at it and giggled.

"'Tis the season’, as they say. And I'm sure to get a reaction out of everyone for it. Although if Tony goes too far, I may end up restraining him with the glitter garlands and stuffing a stocking in his mouth."

—

When Loki’s magic coursed through him in order to change his clothes, Tori felt the almost imperceptible sensation of electricity. She’d never told him, but it was a part of him that thrilled her, and it was something that they shared. She doubted that any of the others, except maybe Thor, had ever felt or noticed it, so she intended to keep it between her and Loki. 

“I like when you do that,” she whispered to him. “I can sometimes feel your magic, especially when I’m touching you while you use it.”

Tori took his hand and led him over to the snack table, where she served his plate with traditional offerings. She bypassed the punch bowl, and took a glass of champagne instead. Thor was sharing some of his ale, although he didn’t offer her any. He explained that it would be too strong for her, and since she wasn’t really a drinker, she accepted that gracefully. 

“Here, put the gift under the tree for now,” she told Loki, before they found a place to sit. “If you want to, that is.”

Once she’d perched on the arm of the easy chair he’d claimed, she leaned a bit closer to whisper again. 

“You look very handsome regardless of what you wear, but those jeans...I think they’re my favorite.”

—

He was grateful to have Tori with him throughout the evening. Normally at these affairs, he spent his time near the wall, by himself, hating that no one wanted to talk to him while snarling at and dismissing anyone who tried. But tonight, having Tori at his side, conversation came easy. He wasn’t so defensive or snide, and after almost an hour he found he was actually enjoying himself, holding her hand and just letting the party progress.

In almost no time, it was time for the gift exchange.

Tori got up to coordinate the exchange, and he sat back, watching nervously.

Moment of truth...here we go...

—

Tori left Loki’s side and ushered everyone to a seat. 

“Alright, here we go,” she announced. “Wait up open until everyone has theirs. Then we’ll go one at a time, okay?”

There was a chorus of agreement and excited chatter while she handed out the gifts. When she got to the one with her name, she recognized it as the one that Loki had been holding, so she set it aside until all the other gifts were distributed. Then she took her gift and the one for Loki back so that she could sit beside him again, and put his package on his lap. 

“Alright, who wants to go first?”

There was some hesitancy before Steve volunteered. Once he opened his, then it was easier to get the next person to step up. Once all the gifts were opened, other than Tori’s and Loki’s, she turned to him with a smile. 

“Okay, we’re up. Do you want to open yours first?” She asked him.

—

Loki swallowed nervously but covered it with a smile as he regarded her. “Sure..” he said softly, feeling all eyes on him as he turned over the gift tag.

  To: Loki

Love: Tori

For the next time we spar.

 With a confused smirk, he opened his gift.

Something about this moment had him captivated - the tearing of the paper, the smell of the pine tree, the excitement and anticipation of what would be revealed, the exposition of it...

The paper was gone, and he pulled up on the lid of the white paper box to reveal...

“Hair elastics?”

Loki chuckled, pulling out the Goody-brand cardboard sleeve of hair ties. He pulled one off and tied his hair back right away.

“You’re right. Thank you!”

And he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Now, time to open yours...”

—

Tori smiled when he put his hair up immediately. She wasn’t sure whether he actually would, but he seemed happy with the thought. 

Then she turned her attention to the box in her hand before opening the small card that was tucked underneath a ribbon. 

  To Tori:

No creepy-crawlies.

From: Loki

 She noticed that he watched her closely so she smiled and waved the card slightly. Then she started tearing at the paper. Finally, she got to the green box and then opened it carefully. 

“Loki...they’re beautiful!” 

The box contained two gold beads, and once she took a closer look, she realized that he’d worn them on the day they’d stolen (uh,  borrowed ) the Maserati. 

She smiled, while her pale blue eyes went wide with excitement. Now she had something to wear in her hair that would remind her of Loki, their joyride, and testament of his feelings for her. Despite her best efforts, tears brimmed her eyes as she looked at him. 

“Thank you so much.”

She kissed him, and then immediately put the beads in her hair. Her fingers worked rapidly to secure them onto two braids at her temple. 

“I love them-“

Tony’s voice interrupted her at that moment. 

“Who’s up for karaoke?”

Tori locked wide eyes with Loki, who had the same expression. 

“Wanna get out of here? There’s a car in the garage that we’re not supposed to use.”

The relief in his eyes was the only answer she needed, so she gripped his hand firmly before teleporting them to the garage, near the key rack. She took the Maserati keys in one hand while still holding Loki’s with the other, and led him to the car. 

Once they were at the vehicle, Tori couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of a huge bough of mistletoe that hung over it. It was hard to miss. 

“I have a feeling that Tony knew we would cut out early,” she said, while pointing at the mistletoe. 

She could tell that he was confused, so she slid her arms around his waist and looked up at him. His emerald eyes were alight, and she wasn’t sure if it was happiness or mischief, but she hoped it was both. 

“Traditionally, you’re supposed to kiss underneath a mistletoe,” she told him. “So, in keeping with tradition—“

Tori stepped back and jumped lightly to put her arms around his neck, so that her feet were several inches off the ground. She felt his arms go around her, and then she kissed him, with a wealth of feeling, so that he had no doubt about how he made her feel.