#gt loki

When Y/n is afraid to speak up to Loki what will the consequences be?

Request from @lokiismyhubby

“Would you like something to eat?” Loki asks his small friend who stands on the marble countertop fidgeting with her hands. He hears no response and turns his head down to properly look at her. Y/n’s head is turned downwards, looking at her feet.

Y/n is a rather shy person who only speaks her mind when absolutely necessary and right now is not one of those times. It’s not that she’s scared of Loki, sure his immense size is intimidating but she trusts that he is careful not to hurt her accidentally or on purpose even. It’s just hard for her to use her voice. Every time she feels the want to speak and respond to Loki her chest becomes tight, her hands clammy with sweat, and her breathing shallow.

Loki becomes irritated at Y/n’s silence; he has done nothing to make her so quiet and afraid of him. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm himself and leans down making his face level to Y/n. Her head tilts up to meet his gaze, a worried expression obvious.

“Are you mad at me?” She asks, fearing his disappointment in her.

Loki smiles in reassurance; something that was rare for him to do until he met Y/n.

“I just wish you would speak to me more often. I feel that the conversions we have anymore are one-sided.” Loki says sadly.

“But… what would you like to eat? I know you’re hungry Little Miss.”

Y/n blushes from the sweet nickname he has taken a liking to but does at least tell him what she’d like to eat. He seems proud when she speaks up, sending a jolt of happiness through her chest.

After Loki conjures what she asked for on a fancy china plate, he refuses to eat off of anything less, he picks Y/n up gently setting her upon his shoulder. He walks to the living room with their plates ready for a cozy, movie-filled night.

The next morning Y/n wakes up on her bed placed on the nightstand next to Loki’s larger one. She glances over at the already made-up covers, surprised to not see Loki anywhere in sight. She slides off her bed her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood.

“Loki?” She calls out. She can make out clanging in the kitchen which is odd. Loki usually always carries her into the kitchen or wherever he’s heading off to. He must not hear her as the noises continue. She peeks to the floor far below her perch on the nightstand and looks over to the bed. The nightstand starts to shake slightly indicating Loki’s arrival. Oh, thank God he didn’t forget about her. Her shoulders slump in relief as she sees his monumental form stroll into the bedroom, his head swiveling around as if he forgot something. He goes to his dresser and retrieves what he needs walking out of the room as if she was invisible. She wanted to call his name but what if she bothered him? Or if what she said wasn’t important enough?

Making the agonizing trip down the bedsheets is a feat way too big to be accomplished for 9 o’clock in the morning. She pads her way to the kitchen, wary of the furniture around her. She sometimes forgets how easy Loki makes her life, offering a gracious palm here and there to ferry her from room to room. She comes into the kitchen and stares up at the skyscraping counters that tower over her. She sees Loki come around the corner and stares up and up amazed that his hips clear the top of the countertop easily. She had momentarily forgotten how tall he was. Loki’s footsteps rattle her to the bone walking to the oven and back to the sink. Her mouth runs dry, her heart pumping furiously as his slippered foot comes down inches from her standing form. She screams in terror, sounding like a squeak to Loki’s ears. Y/n covers her head with both arms and falls down to her knees. He turns his head downwards and immediately kneels when he sees what happened.

“Oh, my God! Y/n are you okay?” He breathes out, terrified that he might have hurt her with an unaware step. He carefully scoops her up with shaking hands and sets her on the counter, resting a protective hand behind her.

Y/n looks up at him with teary eyes and sees that he is just as terrified. It seems they had gotten too comfortable with their different sizes; overlooking the dangers that could happen.

“Y/n, y-you should’ve called my name or something else to get my attention!” Loki scolds, running a hand through his hair. He should have just taken her with him this morning but he had wanted to let her sleep.

“I tried when I was in the bedroom… but you didn’t hear me,” Y/n says softly.

Loki kneels to see her eyes better, she downturns her head to avoid his gaze. Loki, gentle as ever, lifts her chin with a fingertip.

“Y/n you know I can’t hear you all the way in there. You gotta speak up.” Loki instructs.

A look of thought comes over his face as he scrunches his eyebrows.

“Hey, wait… I came into the bedroom a while ago. Were you in there at that time?”

Y/n wrings her hands and looks down at the counter nodding. Loki lets out an agitated sigh but says nothing more about the subject.

“C’mon Little Miss…. Let’s eat.”

Y/n waited patiently in the living room chair, one that Loki had kindly made for her size. It was almost time for their daily walk which Y/n enjoyed. Loki would let her perch on his shoulder as he walked through a different part of the forest. He would point out unique flowers and offer a name and why they were called that. Y/n didn’t even know if that was their true name but Loki made it believable enough for her to not second guess. She had never actually walked on the forest floor partly because it was scary to a person of her size but also because she never wanted to annoy or interrupt Loki. But she was going to challenge herself today and actually ask Loki to put her down. She had loved how happy he looked when she spoke up earlier. She wanted to see that smile again. She tied her boots again and redid her hair to make certain it was out of the way waiting impatiently.

She felt Loki walking into the living room and stood up eagerly ready to go. But he kept walking by her, continuing to the front door. Without a glance back he walked outside on his own, ready to walk. Right when the door slammed did Y/n have the ability to speak and call out his name but it seemed it was too late.

He’d left her all alone.

Y/n sat down on her chair with a tightness in her throat. Even her heart seemed to hurt. All the eagerness she had previously had evaporated. She rested her elbows on her knees and put her hands on her head. One tear slipped from her eye and she wiped it away hastily. But it didn’t matter as the next one slipped out and re-wet her cheek. She let the sadness take over feeling more alone than she ever had.

Later that night Loki made dinner and offered her some but she refused. She felt stubborn and truthfully wasn’t a bit hungry. She didn’t want to bother him with her presence. When he made tea and brought it over to her in the little blue mug that she loved, she left it untouched. It was her favorite tea too, honey chamomile. Loki noticed this of course but he chose not to speak of it.

Y/n was still holding hope though for the night. After they had dinner and their tea Loki would read aloud the novel they chose. She’d snuggle close in the crook of his neck to see the words better and partially because she liked to feel the vibrations of his voice. She sat stiff as a rock in her chair now waiting for him to pick the book up and reach for her.

Once again, it never happened.

Instead, Loki stood to his great height and wished her a good night as he retreated to his bed. Y/n watched his form go with sad eyes. Anger bubbled up in her. He had no reason or right to treat her this way. She eyed the book laying on the coffee table and decided she would just read for herself. She managed to jump up to the dark wooden surface of the table and marched her way right to the hardback. As she stood next to it though she realized this would be no easy feat.

First, she had to open it.

The stacked pages came up to her shoulder. A good two inches tall. She dug her fingertips into the cover and lifted with all her might. She was able to raise it but couldn’t exactly get it over her head to fall to the other side. After three more attempts her arms were sore and her fingertips red from her tight grip. She admitted defeat and slumped against the book, wrapping her arms around bent knees.

Loki hadn’t really gone to bed. He stood outside his room at the door frame waiting for Y/n to call his name. Plead for him to come back and do their daily reading. It saddened him when she said nothing about him leaving her for their walk this afternoon. Perhaps she no longer liked them as much as he did?

He figured that surely she would speak up when they didn’t read. But she didn’t. He had taken post here and began watching what she would do. At first, watching her try to open the book was funny. He then saw how much it angered and saddened her when she couldn’t get it over her head. How she had given up and leaned against it. Quiet sniffles sounded through the air, turning into louder sobs.

Oh no.

He straightened from the wall and beelined for the coffee table. There she sat looking even smaller curled up in a ball. He sat down criss-cross and nudged her shoulder with a finger.

“Y/n?” He said softly.

She looked up at him with red and swollen eyes. Her shirt was stained with tears.

“Oh, my little dove…” He scooped her up and held her to his chest.

“Do you not want me around anymore Loki?” She said shakily.

“Of course I want you around, why would you even say that?” He was taken aback.

“W-well you left me here today and then didn’t want to read at all. I-I figured I had done something.”

Loki mentally winced, it seemed his plan had backfired.

“Oh no, listen Little Miss,” He held her right to his face. A stray tear ran down her cheek, he used the pad of a thumb to wipe it away.

“I only did those things because I wanted you to speak up. This morning with our incident...I realized how dangerous it is if you don’t speak up. I could have killed you Y/n.” She couldn't help but flinch at his vulgar words. Loki noticed this and gingerly rubbed her back.

“So I figured since you like to go on our walks and read together that you would have no trouble speaking up. It seems I was wrong.”

A moment of quiet passed and Y/n looked up at him.

“It’s just hard for me to talk sometimes. It not that I’m scared of you I just worry that I’ll be annoying or you’ll tell me to shut up.”

Loki looked at her tenderly and fiercely. “Y/n I would never tell you to shut up or that you are annoying. Even if you were at the time.” He grinned.

Y/n smiled back at him and leaned against his middle finger. “You know today I was even going to ask you if I could walk in the forest on my own…” Y/n said.

“You were?!” Loki exclaimed.

Y/n laughed and nodded.

“Then we will have to accomplish that task tomorrow but how about I read that book now?”

“I’d like that.” Y/n agreed.

She settled upon his shoulder, a little envious of how easily he opened the book. But when he started reading it was forgotten.

"I love you Lokes." She said snuggling into his neck.

Summary: In which Edgar the cat, draws Loki's attention to a certain creature. Picture above is what Edgar looks like. Enjoy!

“No Edgar!” Loki shouted at his furry friend. Edgar was his black, long-haired cat who he had named after a Midguardian author he’d taken a liking to. Edgar now tried to knead Loki’s bedsheets that had been freshly washed; creating tiny holes and pulls in the string that made his nerves tick. Never mind that he had gotten a giant platform scratcher for the rascal as the adoption agency had recommended.

Loki gently picked Edgar up by the middle and set him in his lap, petting him tenderly. Edgar purred loudly and began to knead the cotton fabric of his shirt. Loki sighed and let him continue, coming to the conclusion that this was a futile battle.

His stomach growled lowly. Loki realized that all of today he hadn’t eaten a thing. He’d been too focused on his work to take care of himself. He scolded himself promising to be better to his body and mind. But he did have good reason for being so engrossed in his work. He had found a passion for investigating old and unusual artifacts. People came by frequently to his shop that was located just below his apartment. He had studied a broad spectrum of artifacts from an ancient coin that had been given to a poor fisherman by mermaids in exchange for his help to towering statues of gods he didn’t even recognize. But today had been a most curious discovery. Tiny houseware, such as pots and pans to scraps of clothing and shoes that couldn't even fit his pinkie finger, donated to him by a withering old woman who claimed to have seen “tiny people.” Researching, he had come across a race known as borrowers. In his long time of life, he’d never known such tiny people existed. Now that he had evidence that they were real, he was mesmerized by the thought of tiny civilizations. Had they been under his nose the entire time? Unseeable to lumbering giants such as himself? Hence to why it was now 7 o’clock and he rose to get off his bed eager to fill his belly.

Lifting Edgar off him, he set him on the floor next to his bare feet and padded to the kitchen. Tying his dark hair back in a low bun, he set to making pasta; a quick and easy solution to his grumbling stomach. Filling a pot with water to boil, he set it on the gas stove and cranked the dial. He didn’t know how to make the homemade sauce so he opted for the store-bought kind in a glass jar and set to heating it. The water bubbled rapidly and he put the dry pasta noodles into cook.

Edgar rubbed at his ankles reminding Loki it was also dinnertime for him. He opened a can of wet food and watched as Edgar dug in happy with his canned meal. Soon his own meal was complete and he sits down in his big, comfy chair picking up an old, beaten Shakespeare novel.

As he turned a page a low growl cut through the silent air. Loki turned around confused and left his empty bowl on the coffee table.

Edgar was hissing at the counter as if something stood up there. Loki ambled closer to get a better look. His breath was taken away from pure astonishment from what he saw.

The tiniest being he’d ever seen was standing by the colander he’d used to drain his noodles.

They were real.

Tiny people were real.

And one was in his house.

He realized they were also looking at him but with fright and not curiosity.

Before he could open his mouth they dashed away faster than he thought anything that small could run. However, they didn’t get far as Edgar jumped onto the counter and blocked their way. Edgar swiped a black, clawed paw at the tiny person. They screamed in terror and tried to back away throwing their small arms over their head. Loki came out of his trance and hastily grabbed the ferocious animal and dropped him to the floor. A thump told him Edgar had landed feet first.

His eyes returned to the small person who shook terribly and held their arm as if it were hurt. Loki stepped forward, partially to see them better and to help. This person was having none of that and scrambled backward, falling onto their backside.

“You’re hurt,” Loki said bluntly.

“And what do you care. You sent your beast after me! I-I’ll be fine.” They said angrily, though their voice shook terribly.

“I didn’t know he was going to do that!” Loki yelled. He regretted it as the small person covered their ears.

“Look… I’m truly sorry for Edgar...er my beast as you called him.” He glanced up to see their expression.

“What is your name?” He asked trying to find some better ground.

They crossed their arms over their chest. Loki tracked the movement, awed by how their arms were smaller than a pencil. Heck, they were even shorter than his thumb!

“It’s Y/n.”

Loki smiled, grateful they had at least given him that much.

“Well Y/n, my name is Loki. And I know you don’t want my help but I offer it anyway. Please I only want to mend your arm and then you can be on your way. Consider it my apology for the previous events.”

He saw their minds turning gears and expected them to say no.

“Fine.” They huffed.

Loki’s eyes widened and he nodded quickly running to grab supplies. He felt like a kid in a toy store whose mother had agreed to buy him a new gadget.

They are a person, he reminded himself. And he would treat them as such, no matter how small they were. Coming back, he bore gauze, scissors, and a small roll of medical tape. Even though it was the smallest one he had, he would still have to cut it inches shorter to fit the diameter of Y/n’s arm.

He saw them eyeing the scissors skeptically and reassured them that it was not for the dismembering of their limbs but to only cut the gauze and tape down to a proper size. Once he had done so he gestured for them to hold out their bleeding arm. His fingers felt like tree trunks next to the twig-sized extremity. He locked eyes with Y/n and saw the hope and trust in them.

This little being was putting their life’s trust in him. A giant.

Loki was humbled.

He took much care as he wrapped the gauze around their arm, checking to be sure it wasn’t too tight or loose. He secured it with tape and patted it gently to signal he was finished.

For a moment they sat there in awkward silence until Y/n spoke.

“Loki?” Their voice was small.

He bent down to be level with their body and widened his eyes.

“Could you help me back to my house?”

“You live here?” He asked amazed.

They nodded and said “You’ve never spotted me. But now I guess I’ll have to go now then.” They hung their head.

“Why do you have to go?” He asked confused, cocking his head.

“When a human sees us we have to leave. It’s the borrower code.”

Loki just smiled, “Well one thing I’m not even human myself. And secondly, I would really like it if you stayed. It gets lonely around here.”

Y/n looked up at him with bright Y/E/C eyes and raised themselves up on tippy toes.

“You truly mean it? You want me to stay?”

“Well of course. I’ll get Edgar to be more situated around you.” As if hearing his name the black cat leaped and perched on the edge of the countertop. Y/n backed away in fear, and to their surprise closer to Loki’s fist. They could’ve sworn it opened slightly ready to save them if the beast pounced.

To both Loki and Y/n’s surprise, the cat looked directly at Y/n and lay down to roll over and expose its belly to them. As if the mighty creature wanted them to rub it. Y/n hesitantly walked forward from the shelter of Loki’s hand and placed a hand in the soft black fur. A vibrating sound came from the animal and sent Y/n scrambling back.

“It’s okay...he’s just purring. That means he likes it.” Loki said softly, he nudged with two fingers at their back to lead them forward.

Y/n continued to pet him again until he rolled over and set his head to rest upon his paws coming eye-to-eye. Setting a hand on the bridge of his nose, he let out another series of purrs earning a smile from Y/n. Loki beamed from the sweet sight.

Y/n yawned, and Loki sobered up and set out a palm to boost them to their quarters. They took it gratefully and relished the lack of energy they had to spend.

“Oh, you can just set me right there.” Y/n pointed to the shelf above his counter. Sure enough, there was a small hole three fingers wide.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” He murmured.

Y/n nodded and stepped off his hand. Before they could disappear into the wall Loki called for them to wait.

Confused, they turned around and saw Loki holding out a them-sized portion of spaghetti. They gratefully accepted and retreated into the wall.

“What's on the menu tomorrow?” They turned around to ask Loki in a burst of courage.

Loki crossed his arms and smirked.

“Come back and you’ll find out.”

When it comes time for Y/n and Peter to leave the friendly giant Loki, what will they go through to stay with him?

Request: @laurenandloki

First part: Cabins and Curiosity: 1

Second Part: Cabins and Curiosity: 2

Third Part: This one

Y/n awoke on top of Loki’s shoulder. Her eyes blinked open blearily at the bright light peeking through the curtained windows. The weather was peaceful as a sleeping baby and she could see the dew dripping of a plant growing right next to the glass. Loki grunted in his sleep and let out a snore. Y/n covered her mouth when laughter escaped her lips. From the scare he had given her earlier he sure didn’t seem evil now.

More like an overgrown teddy bear.

His black hair hung before his ear so she moved it out of the way before she attempted to wake him. She stood on tiptoes to reach his earlobe and gave it a gentle tug. Loki only reached up to swat her touch away, nearly knocking her off her perch. Shaken up but not defeated, she tried again. She stretched up and pulled harshly earning a rather violent reaction from him. Loki jerked forward from the unfamiliar awakening causing Y/n to fly off his shoulder. Thankfully, his hand shot up and cradled her in a cupped palm.

He brought her to his face and smiled at her.”Sorry about that dear.” He said with a deep morning voice.

“Do you feel better?” He asked, brushing some hair out of her face with a fingertip.

Y/n nodded with a toothy smile.

A knock sounded at the door making both their heads turn towards the sound, “That’s odd… I wasn’t expecting anyone.” He stands up and ambles his way to the door still holding Y/n against his chest. She rubs her cheek into the soft fabric, warm with Lokis body heat. When Loki opens the door he sees Thor standing on the doorstep, his arms crossed and Mjölnir dangling from a wrist.

“What a surprise to see you here,” Loki says dryly.

“Brother you know why I have come,” Thor states, his voice deep with entitlement.

Y/n is confused and she looks back and forth between the two giants perched on her knees. She lays both hands on Lokis’s thumb trying to look at him better as she pushes herself up. Unfortunately, all she can see is the underside of his jaw, which looks very tense. She crouches back down in the cave of his fingers.

“I don’t want to force them from you.” She hears Thor say.

“That’s what you’re going to have to do then.” Loki’s voice sounds intense with emotion. Suddenly Lokis’s hand snaps shut like a trap and begins to shake aggressively.

“Loki!” She shouts as a tear slips from the corner of her eye. He must not hear her as the trembling continues and she is jostled like a rubber ball in his fist.

Light enters the darkness and blinds her. She dizzily grabs for the nearest thing to lean against and recognizes it as Lokis thumb. She wraps herself around the appendage hanging on for dear life. Even the mighty Thor won’t be able to pull her away.

But that’s where she’s wrong.

Thor pinches her waist and causes pain to loosen her grip just enough for him to pull her off the comfort of Loki. She cries out and pounds her tiny fists against Thor’s big hands. He tucks her away in the middle, enclosing her from the outside world. The voices above are muffled and his heartbeat is echoed between palms.

“You’ll regret this brother.” Loki threats, laced with poison.

“You know I don’t want to do this, she has to return to her home planet. Her other family misses her very much.” Thor tries to comfort. Loki won’t have any of it though and shuts the door in his face.

For a while, Thor just stands there.

“Thor?” She says softly.

He ignores her and begins to walk towards wherever they are going. She sits down with a hmmph, and crosses her arms over her chest annoyed with Thor.

“Thor? I gotta use the bathroom…” She squeaks. Finally, he opens his palms, his big face peering in.

“ Can you put me down?” She asks hopefully. Thor eyes her with suspicion as if doubting her trust. She gives him her best puppy eye in which he finally relents and kneels to let her down in the grass.

“Don’t go too far…” He orders softly. Y/n assures him that she won’t and finds a spot that is out of sight for him. As he looks away she makes a break for it.

Her little legs pump fiercely with effort in the way Thor came from. She hurdles over twigs that seem like trees, dodges lake-like puddles, and blades of grass that seem more like telephone poles. An orange lily catches her eye and reminds her of the ones found in the rooftop garden on the Tower. For a moment she becomes homesick. She's distracted when in the distance, she hears Thor call her name. She detects fear in the worried calls and a pang of guilt shoots throughout her heart but she ignores it.

She wants to be with Loki.

Her pace slows fifteen minutes in and she looks down to see that her pant legs are splattered with mud. Panting, she stops to rest on top of a mushroom. She checks to make sure the mushroom has a brown stem and sits down relishing how the ache in her legs releases. She looks up at the canopy of leaves that seem lightyears away. To her, the trees are mountainous, but she remembers that they are a regular size to Loki.

She notices that the air holds humid quality to it. Raindrops begin to trickle from the sky and fall upon her upturned face. She immediately comes out of her trance realizing that if she wants to get back to Loki safely she needs to move.

Now.

Water seeps into her worn sneakers soaking her socks. Every step she takes is like walking through squishy mud. A flash of orange flies past her peripheral and she stops. Turning around she recognizes the orange lily she had passed earlier. Then she sees the familiar oak tree along with the gigantic puddle. With horror, she realizes she’d been going in circles.

She tries to backtrack her steps from Thor, but her mind apparently hadn’t cared for details in her bliss of escape. The rainwater now pools near midcalf. She tries to scale the muddy hill but it’s too wet to get proper traction under her feet and she ends up slipping, matting herself in the sludge. She leans against the slippery slope defeated.

Right after he had lost Y/n, Thor ran back to Loki’s cabin. His fist pounded desperately at the door until Loki opened it with a grumpy look. Though, when he lays eyes on Thor he does look surprised.

“What do you want now?” He growls out.

“I lost Y/n.” Thor blurts out.

Loki’s face changes from intense grumpiness to positively worried.

“W-where? Do you know if she’s okay?” Loki stutters as his worry is evident and he stumbles forward grabbing ahold of Thor’s shirt.

“She said she needed to use the bathroom so I let her but then she ran.”

“I would have too if I was with your blundering ass,” Loki grumbles and takes a step back, releasing his shirt.

Peter pops his head from Loki’s pocket.

“We have to find Y/n!” He exclaims.

Thor’s eyes stare at him confused until a look of understanding washed over him.

“Yeah, you forgot this little guy.” Loki grunts and pushes Peter gently back into the pocket with a nudge on his head.

Soon the trio ventures out into the wilderness looking for Y/n. Loki can’t help but think that this forest has never looked bigger than now. Hope swells in his heart for the discovery of his Litte Button.

The daylight dims away and leaves Y/n shivering. The wetness of her clothes seeps into her bones, she had noticed earlier that she could no longer feel her toes. So she had stood and moved around to regain the missed feeling. Every little sound made her jump. An owl hoot, crickets chirping, the howl of a wolf. That last one sent her running back to the shelter of her hill, hoping that no hungry animal chose her for dinner. Rhythmic pounding starts up and at first, she finds the sensation familiar recognizing how Loki's steps felt in the safety of his home. But out here that could be anything. Her legs tremble with effort, dethawing from the cold that had made her joints tight. Her leg limps for a minute as she trots quickly away from the trembling footsteps.

Run

Run

Run

It’s the only word that sounds in her head and now she tries to calm herself. She recalls screaming at all those characters in scary movies for being so dumb and practically causing their death. If only she had known what predicament she would end up in.

The distance she thought she had gained proved futile as it felt each of her steps was tiny compared to her attacker. Just then, a particularly forceful impact made her stumble and fall. She pushed herself up urging her legs to just move. And they definitely did.

She would have won a trophy for how fast she pumped her legs. She zoomed past black shapes in the dark and jumped over branches like they were simple stones. Her veins filled with adrenaline.

She could do this. She was gonna make it.

And then she slammed into a wall effectively knocking her off her feet.

Loki walked through the dark forest with Thor. The rain pounded down harshly and he worried Y/n would drown in such high waters. Not to say that the small bumps he stepped over effortlessly would seem like mountains to little Y/n.

“Thor are you sure-” Loki was cut off by an animal running into his hiking boot. He looked and kneeled down to help the little creature only to see a humanoid form.

“Y/n?” He said hopefully.

He immediately scooped her up and held her to his chest feeling how chilled she was. He could hear the wheezing of her lungs. Suddenly, a question hit him.

Why had she been running?

“Loki… something was chasing me.” She cried out and grasped little fistfuls of his shirt burying her face in the fabric.

Then he heard the awful growling.

From the darkness emerges an ugly humanoid creature. The once healthy human flesh drips off the bones of the tall, spindly creature. The mouth hangs open with a broken jaw, an eyeball nearly dropping out of the socket, and two holes where the cartilage of a nose used to be.

Apparently, when Y/n had been running she had awoken the protectors of a nearby burial mound.

The Dragur.

“Loki! Hide them!” Thor shouts as he winds his hammer back ready to swing. Loki slips Y/n into his pocket where Peter resides. He watches as Thor swings his hammer upwards and knocks the Dragur off their feet, their crippled body falling over. He breathes a sigh of relief seeing that he was dead. That is until he hears even more growling.

He turns on his heel to see a group of Dragur slowly making their way to them. Locking eyes with Thor he prepares to fight.

Loki casts five illusions of himself, confusing some of the Dragur. It gives him time to separate the bunch and take them out with a dagger to the throat. Up close their decaying stench is horrendous; worse than even that of a three-day-dead skunk. In his peripheral, he sees Thor summon lighting to electrocute five Dragur at once. In his momentary distraction, a Dragur had crept upon him from the back ready to take a bite out of his throat.

Bloodthirsty idiots.

He spins quickly and with agility sweeping his leg to knock their own from beneath them. As expected, they fall to their knees and he slashes their throat.

He spins around ready to expect another attack but finds the circle of trees empty. Thor comes to stand by his side and pats him on the back with a look of triumph glowing in his eyes.

“Not bad brother! But it looks like I still hold the trophy for the best warrior.” He brags. Loki rolls his eyes.

“Oh piss off, would you?”

Thor lets out a deep chuckle.

The trek to the house is long and tiring. They reach the doorstep in an hour. Loki reaches to pick Peter and Y/n out but a light slap to his finger makes him retreat.

“Y/n’s asleep!” Peter whispers.

Loki takes great care when he scoops them both out, sheltering them with a hand from the rain. He walks inside and sets Y/n on a blanket snapping his fingers to clear away the grime on her body and replace it with a fresh change of clothes. He pays no attention to Thor as he walks into his room and lets Y/n and Peter off onto their beds. He quickly showers and throws on clean clothes ready to climb into his own bed. Before he falls asleep however he pries his fingers under Y/n and Peter to let them off onto his rising and falling chest. Sleep finds him easily with the events of the gruesome day.

Y/n awakes from a vivid nightmare. Only to realize it was the past events of the earlier day. She senses that she sleeps on a moving platform, Loki’s chest. His hand is an extra blanket with fingers that have just the right amount of weight. Not too heavy, nor too light. Despite the immense comfort of her situation Y/n still trembles when she thinks about those horrendous creatures. She had thought a mere wolf was chasing her, not one of those. She whimpers thinking of what would have happened had one of them got their hands on her.

Her cries awaken Loki, and he instantly peers under the comforting hand on top of her. His finger makes circles upon her tiny back.

“Do you want to talk about it Little Button?” He whispers to not wake up Peter.

“I could have died today.” She blurts.

Loki sighs, and puts Peter in his own bed tucking him in so he can properly talk to Y/n.

“Yes, you could have. Why did you run from Thor like that? You know this forest isn’t sized for little things like you.”

Y/n twiddled with her fingers, her face turning a bright red. Thankfully, Loki couldn’t see this in the dark.

“I wanted to be here with you Loki.” She admits in a small voice.

She could tell Loki wanted to scold her for being so reckless. But she guessed he figured she had learned her lesson. Instead, he herded her close to where his neck met shoulder and let her snuggle into the crook there.

“Please don’t scare me like that again Little Button. I can’t bear to see you hurt, or to not have you in this world with me.” His voice rumbled through her like thunder, however this time she wasn’t scared of the rumble. She welcomed it.

“Promise me Y/n,” Loki ordered firmly but with a soft voice.

“I promise.” She squeaked.

A request from @lokiismyhubby ! I loved writing this so I hope you like it!

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Y/N has an adoration for a particular god. Tall and lean, dark hair framing angular cheekbones and very mysterious. She finds no romantical interest in his person, but rather a want for companionship.

A few months ago she was introduced to the Avengers, they found her skillset one of importance. Possessing the ability to shrink, she is an excellent choice for stealth missions usually accompanied by none other than the God of Mischief himself.

She finds interest in his magic, his ability to create magnificent illusions, and tricks he occasionally holds up his sleeve. Always at a loss of words when in his presence, looking down at the floor to avoid his gaze, and when they do exchange words she is of course a stuttering mess.

That’s why Y/N finds herself on Loki’s shelf located in his bedroom. She doesn’t hold the courage to begin talking to him in casual conversation when they are not working together on a mission. She figures if she watches him from a distance of his unknowing maybe she can muster the courage to initiate a conversation.

She stands currently at three inches high and will stay like that for a while. The downside part of her ability restricts her from growing back to her original height for hours.

Tonight, Loki paces back and forth practicing another illusion. The green of his magic glowing bright every time the illusion changes. She watches with wonder at how he so easily forms the illusion in his palms. After thirty minutes of staring with infatuation, she decides she should get some sleep.

She carefully walks to the edge of the shelf, cautiously watching where Loki stands in the room. Her toes hang right over the edge ready to jump to the shelf below when Loki starts walking towards her. His steps make the shelf tremble beneath her feet. She tries to squat down creating a more balanced position yet she still ends up falling. A small yelp escapes her lips as she tumbles towards the unforgiving ground.

Certain she is in her last moments of life, she is surprised to land on such a soft surface.

That surface being Loki’s palm. Her eyes go wide with fear and her face red from embarrassment. Loki’s pale face looms above her, his green orbs staring straight into her soul.

“I was wondering when you’d finally decide to leave. I didn’t expect you to be so clumsy, especially when you are at such a small size little one.” His voice vibrates her tiny form. She feels so vulnerable and delicate sitting in his palm like so. She is certain no physical harm will come to her, yet, she is a bit afraid of what Loki will say of her being in his room.

“I’m not usually clumsy b-but y-you’re steps kinda made it hard to keep my b-balance. It kinda felt like a-an earthquake was happening.” Y/N stutters out.

“I see...Are you harmed at all? I imagine such a drop must feel very daunting in this form?’ Loki asks worriedly his eyes flicking over her minute frame. Y/N shakes her head.

“Good, how much longer until you are free of this size?” Y/N is taken aback by the question. She never noticed that he had paid attention to the times she had to spend at this height. Usually, after missions, he would offer a gracious palm to her shrunken self asking if she would like to return to her quarters. She rarely accepted not wanting to seem like a child.

“Um, p-probably several h-hours, but if you could just bring me back to the r-room that would be okay with me,” Y/N says looking up at Loki.

“Nonsense, you can stay with me for the rest of the night. Only if you feel comfortable?” She nodded her little head again and held on to his ring finger when he started towards his bed.

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Loki tried to resist the smile forming on his face. He would never admit it out loud but secretly he found Y/N adorable at this size. He had been aware of her presence in his room for weeks now but never has confronted her. The girl interested him and he longed to know more about her history and her ability. But he also had a protective sense over her, especially when she stood smaller than his thumb. Her quiet, shy nature made him want to keep her in his pocket to shield her from the brutal world. He didn’t doubt her abilities, he was just worried about her wellbeing in this form, in any form.

He felt Y/N hugging his ring finger with a surprisingly strong grip as he began walking. Tiny hands gripping the sensitive skin between his fingers made his digits twitch minutely. Fluffing a pillow, he gently sets her down onto the soft, squishy surface. It barely gives beneath her weight.

“T-thank you.” She says shyly. “Your welcome dear, please tell me if you need anything else,” Loki replies.

As Y/N drifts asleep, Loki watches from above (in a non-creepy way) the gentle ins and outs of her breathing, little snores reaching his ears. He is fascinated by the shrunken human, how something so small can even exist. She looks so tiny on the white surface of the pillow, vulnerable almost. He aches to reach out and hold her in a protective hand, shielding her from the horrible things this world has to offer.

Later on, Loki is on the brink of sleep when he feels a weak bump on the side of his ribcage. He hears pitiful whimpers coming from the sensation near his middle. Before he can sit up to determine the cause he feels something attempting to climb up onto his person. Y/N.

She tries once again to reach his chest, yet, fails falling back with a squeak to the bedsheets. He doesn’t sit up all the way but raises his head off the pillow to gain a better look. She stands up again, ready to attempt another climb when he delicately reaches down circling his fingers around her form, boosting her to the surface of his chest.

“Are you alright little one?” Loki asks. He watches as she nods then says: “I-I didn’t have the best of d-dreams, and I w-was kinda c-cold.” She says wrapping her arms around herself.

“Why didn’t you wake me up before attempting to mountain climb my dear?” Loki asks with a smirk.

“I didn’t w-want to be a bother. And I thought I-I could do it on my own. I didn’t expect you to be so b-big.” She admitted blushing.

His heart drops with sadness at her words. “Oh my little Y/n, you could never be a bother. Please come wake me up next time you have unpleasant dreams or need a hand.”

He watches the smile form on her face warming his heart and soul. She walks towards the center of his chest, her steps so tiny that they are almost imperceptible, and lays down. He brings a hand up to his chest, lightly laying it on top of her form.

Hey!! For a story request, can you do one where Thor corners a tiny teen on the kitchen counter and Loki comes in because he hears Thor talking to someone? Once Loki sees that Thor is scaring a tiny mortal, his soft, protective side comes out and he pushes Thor away from the tiny and scoops them up, saying things to calm her down. Then Thor is kinda like “Well why do you get to hold her?” Thor goes to try and grab the tiny off of Loki, but Loki isn’t having it and starts fighting with Thor, all while the teen is clinging onto Loki’s shirt because she knows that Loki is protecting her. Loki just ends up teleporting to his room and apologizes to the teen for Thor’s actions and Loki can’t even get the teen to let go of her shirt cause she’s that scared😂🥺

This was a request from the talented @laurenandloki ! Hope you like it!

Y/N had super bad anxiety. Being a borrower she never had the proper amount of socialization and she always felt like an outsider when she would quietly observe humans from a distance. They never knew she was there, but it was nice to be in the company of another living creature. One that didn’t view her as food. She had only gotten caught spying once in her life, by none other than the God of Mischief himself. That was about a month ago and he had terrified her out of her wits when they first met, yet, she discovered he was a gentle person who cared immensely for others. However, she was still a borrower and he a human so there could be no sense of a friendship for them. And so she had retreated to live away on her own in the walls of the tower.

In the current moment she stood behind a container that held sugar, she would know since she had “borrowed” from it quite a few times. But today, she came needing other items that were a bit harder to retrieve. Magnets. It sounded bizarre, but they came in handy for scaling tall objects susceptible to the magnetic pull. Magnets were hard to get because they were stuck on the fridge(which was very tall), were half as big as her body, and extremely hard to pull off the fridge. She carried a coil of rope and a harness she had made herself and roped it around her body. Latching the hook attached to the end of the rope to the top of the fridge she, scaled down the side searching for a magnet that wouldn’t be missed. That was the thing about humans. When they lost something they blamed it on their own consciousness, not the doing of a two-inch tall chick who lived in the walls. She found the right one finally and made her way down to it. So focused in fact, that she didn’t even notice the vibrations of the gargantuan god of Thunder making his way to the fridge for his next snack of the day.

“What in the nine-realms are you little one?” A huge voice booms out, ringing Y/N’s ears and stilling her movements. She knows who it belongs to already, Thor. The god has a huge personality that matches his unwavering optimism. He is also very touchy as she has observed, which is why she is not at all prepared for what comes next. She forgets all about the magnet and tries to find a grip to haul herself up the fridge with.

“It’s not safe for you all the way up there, why it must be like a building up there.” Immediately, pressure is at her waist and enormous fingers lift her off the cool surface of the fridge. His powerful movements snap her rope, losing her only way of a safe escape.

His unshaven, but kind face fills her entire line of vision. The fingers still hold her waist and his eyes search her form intently. There are too many sensations around her and her mind is overwhelmed.

Breathing becomes difficult, her sight becomes a dark tunnel and lightheadedness is all she can feel. Thor is too busy filling his curiosity to notice the panic-attack she is currently having.

“Are you ill tiny one?” Thor questions but Y/N has not the mind to answer his question. Also believing that the answer is pretty obvious.

“Brother, what do you have there?” Thor swings around, facing the owner of the voice. The motion makes Y/N even sicker to her stomach. She however does recognize the person’s voice. Loki.

Suddenly she feels even dizzier, looking up she sees she is being passed around like a toy as Loki now has her in his grasp. She lays down on the surface of his palm relishing the feeling of having some sort of control over her body. Breathing becomes easier, not as if she is inhaling through a straw and her vision is no longer blurred as she can see clearly. She glances around at her surroundings and sees she is held up to a black, soft, and cotton wall. Loki’s chest. His breaths shift her up and down, yet, the movement is comforting. She finds herself fisting his shirt with her small hands trying to burrow her body further into his chest. A loud yell causes her to jump out of her skin and cling to Loki even tighter.

“Give her here brother, I am in no mood for your tricks!” Thor exclaims loudly, hurting Y/N’s ears.

“You were frightening her Thor. Just look at her.” The comforting darkness she was kept in for a brief amount of time vanished as Loki removes his other shielding hand to reveal her to Thor. Thor bends to her level looking her directly in the eyes. Anxiety spikes in her veins again sending an uncomfortable jolt of panic in her stomach and a tightness in her chest. She whimpers audibly and turns her face to Loki’s chest once again. Why must everything be so scary? She thinks to herself.

A soothing motion upon her back takes her out of her panicking thoughts. Her face leaves Loki’s shirt and sees that he is rubbing her back with a single finger. And that she had been transported to Loki’s bedroom.

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Loki couldn't stand seeing this small being panicking anymore. He remembered seeing the small one earlier before and letting her be, but today when she had been so vulnerable in front of his oaf for a brother, he couldn’t just stand by and watch. It was obvious that the small one was terror-struck by the presence of larger beings as himself. So he had teleported to his room to calm her down. Her entire body clung to his shirt like a lifeline and he had tried to pry her off his chest but she held strong, not willing to leave him just yet. He stopped trying to force her off him, afraid her tiny arms would break at his immense strength. Instead, he rubbed her back in soothing circles with the tip of his finger. He awed at the size difference. His entire finger dwarfed her body, it took not even a slight bend of his finger to caress her back. He shuddered at the fragility of this tiny being.

Not to mention she had put her trust in him to protect her from Thor. Even though he knew Thor was probably the only person on this earth that you would never need protection from because of his kind, generous heart. Sometimes his brother came off too strong to those he showed an intense interest with. And to this small girl, he would imagine the interaction between Thor and her would be very intense from her perspective.

Once the girl realized she was in no danger she slowly released herself from his person. He slowly raised her to his eye-level taking in the rare sight of an actual borrower. Loki had read about them in informational books on Asgard, there were not many factual books here on Earth, but they had plenty of fictional ones. From what he read, borrowers were on average around the height of three to four inches. But this girl seemed to be barely clearing two and a half. She was exceptionally small and this caused him to be even more cautious as he bore her in a palm.

She perched on her hands and knees, staring at him with big, round (Y/E/C) eyes. He had to practically bring her right on top of his nose to see her properly. He felt her anxiety rising under his close inspection and he lowered her down to his bedside table, kneeling to see her better. Awkwardness lingered at first but Loki broke the silence.

“Your exceptionally small, little one. What shall I call you?”

He watched her face scrunch up in anger, not responding to his question.

“Hmmm, let’s see… I can call you little one, of course, Thumbelina, Bite-Size, or-”

“Okay! Stop, just stop, call me Y/N.”She said with her arms crossed over her chest trying to be intimidating but failing.

“Y/N, what a delightful name. Are you alright now? I apologize for my brother’s actions.” Loki said being serious now.

Y/N nodded her head, “Y-yeah I’m okay now. I have really b-bad anxiety.” She admitted.

Loki smiled reassuringly, “I promise you to have nothing to fear from me or my brother.”

“Would you like me to assist you back to your quarters Y/N?”

“A-actually could I hang out with you for a little bit. I-I don’t really have many friends and I find your company...tolerable.” Y/N said with a bit of hesitation.

Loki laughed at her remark, “Just tolerable huh? Well, I must tell you that I find your company rather tolerable too Thumbelina.” He retorted with a smirk.

Y/N blushed and grinned, he offered a helpful palm to boost her to his shoulder.

“What should we do?” Loki asked.

“I don’t know, what do you have in mind?” Y/N asked, taking a comfortable seat where the dip in his collarbone lay.

Her little body tickled his neck and Loki laughed once again responding with, “I have a perfect idea,” with mischief coating his voice.

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What if a teen borrower loved to explore Loki’s room in the Avengers Tower? 😂 Like she would climb up on his desk and look at the books that he was reading, climb on his nightstand to look at and admire his horned helmet, etc..but she did all this while he was sleeping because she was way too scared to find out what he would do if he ever caught her. But this whole time, Loki had been pretending to be asleep while he secretly watched the small teen and thought it was adorable at how her face lit up. One day, he decided that he was going to meet her. Loki sneaks up behind her, and before the teen could react, there were two hands on either side of her that came together, cupping her in between both of them. She starts crying and is shaking really badly, so now Loki has to deal with the consequences of how much he terrified the tiny girl and has to figure out how to calm her down🥺

Here we go! 👍🏻Let’s get this fluff.

-Loki knew the tiny girl was currently exploring his belongings, she had been doing it for awhile now. The girl however, had no idea that Loki knew of her presence. He wanted to change that.

-He first saw the tiny girl a month ago. He had been laying down on his bed trying to go to sleep when he heard a tiny oomph.

-He created an illusion of himself asleep on the bed in the exact other was but his real self, who he had made invisible, stood up and went to the source of the sound.

-He found it on his desk, a tiny girl who didn’t even reach the height of his thumb was currently standing on one of his books.

-He had no clue how she had gotten up on top of it, the thing was over half her height! No matter, she walked across it curiously constantly throwing worried glances towards Loki’s sleeping form.

-Loki felt no urge to play a prank on this tiny mortal. She was so curious to learn and discover, and he found that fact enthralling.

-Loki watched from afar as she jumped off the book and made her way to his gold, horned helmet.

-Thing thing was enormous compared to her. It could of served as a house with room to spare. And just to think, he used it for his head.

-Curiosity shown bright in her eyes, he’d never seen such a wonder for such mundane things. She walked around the outside of the helmet and at one point tried to climb on top of it. Which was adorable to Loki.

-Then she walked inside the space the helmet created. After she had had her fill of new discoveries, he watched as she scaled down the leg of his desk and made her way towards a hole he had never seen before, and disappeared through it.

-That was about a month ago, and now Loki watched with just as much wonder at the tiny being as he had back then. But he was planning to do something a little differently.

-Loki creeped over to the book that the girl was standing on and placed his hands on either side of her.

-Y/n was so engrossed in the book she didn’t notice the giant pale hands around her until it was too late. Her world was reduced to the small space between his palms, darkness the only thing she could see.

-He was going to kill her. Smush her, trap her, eat her, anything he wanted to do and she was powerless to stop him. Her chest became very tight, tears welled up in her eyes and her vision went blurry.

- Y/n couldn’t breathe. Light came in her prison and she faintly registered the giant man’s face above her. If she had paid more attention she would’ve noticed that he held infatuation in those eyes, not violence or anger.

-Loki knew something was wrong when he opened his hands to reveal the small girl. She had collapsed on her knees and held her hand against her chest. He could hear tiny wheezing sounds coming from her lungs.

-His heart sunk with guilt from scaring such a small mortal.

-“Here we go little one, let’s put you down.” He did so and knelt to be at her eye level. From the sudden loss of contact of his hands her breathing regained normalcy.

-“You are in no danger her small one.” Y/n looked up surprised.

-“But I was standing on your book!” Y/n said.

-“There is nothing wrong with curiosity, in fact I’ll let you borrow that book when we are done here.”

-Y/n’s body sprung with excitement and she couldn’t help the smile that spread on her face.

-“What do you go by, little one?”

-“My name is Y/n, and yours?”

-“Please call me Loki. I see you have taken an interest in my helmet little y/n, why is that?”

-Y/n felt her cheeks redden. “It so shiny and big how could I not like it!?” She exaggerated with her arms.

-Loki laughed at her words.”It is only big to you small one, here why don’t you take one for yourself.” Loki had conjured a tiny, gold helmet the exact replica of his own, offered on the pad of a fingertip.

-Y/n couldn’t believe it! It was so shiny and her own to have! She stepped up to his offered fingertip and placed the helmet on her head.

-Loki smiled at the adorableness of this tiny mortal. He reached over for the book she had been standing on earlier and shrunk it down to a manageable size for her. He offered that to her too.

-She looked at the book that was now the proper size for her and took it. She was about to leave but then thought of something.

-“WE DIDN’T COME UP WITH A HANDSHAKE!” She exclaimed loudly.

-Loki was surprised of the sudden outburst but humored her when she help her raised fist to his finger. He very carefully tapped her tiny fist with the tip of his finger.

-“Alright we need to work on that handshake.” Y/n said eyeing him.