#loki cute

This sideblog is dedicated to short stories of Loki x fem!reader. I try to write as inclusively as possible, with little to no description on reader. I welcome any comments regarding this, as I do wish to improve! 

And always always send me your requests and your comments, I love to hear it and I love your input!

I write out of order, but try to order them chronologically in this masterlist. 

After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.

Domestic Loki:

These are short stories from your and Loki’s suburban life.

Flufftober day 1: Wearing each other’s clothes  *new* *fluff*

Flufftober day 2: “You’ve told your brother?” *new* *fluff*

A manic Monday morning *fluff*

Afternoon delight *smut*

Thirsty Thursday *smut*

Finally Friday part one *fluff*

Finally Friday part two *smut*

Memories:

These are memories of your loves first steps, back when it was just you and Loki.

A memory: How it all began *fluff*

A memory: Your first time with Loki part one *smut*

A memory: Your first time with Loki part two *smut*

A memory: A confession one Sunday morning  *smut*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part one of three  *smuff*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part two of three *new* *smut*

A memory: The story behind the green dress part three of three *new* *smut*

Flufftober day 5: “Oh no, you’re a Morning person?” *new* *fluff*

A memory: Screentime *new* *smut*

Entering Parenthood

These are the memories from after your first son was born.

Flufftober day 3: Thick as thieves *new* *fluff*

Late night shorts:

This is madness.

What was that? *smut*

Flufftober 4: Supporting silly hobbies *fluff*

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Loki: * pokes Y/N *

Y/N: What?

Loki: Are you cold?

Y/N : Umm...No

Loki: Oh, okay!

Sometimes later,

Loki: * pokes Y/N again *

Y/N: Hmm?

Loki: Are you cold, now?

Y/N: No...I guess...

A minute later...

Loki: Now?

Y/N: No...but why do you keep asking?

Loki: 'cause I want a reason to hug you *pouts*

Y/N : LOKI! I AM FREEZING! GET HELP!

Loki: *wraps himself around her*

Y/N: Mmm... Thankyou for saving me, love.

I've some lokitty to share!!!!

he's just soo cute <3

MORE LOKITTY!!!!!!!! I absolutely need him.....right now!!!!

I need to love him, and cuddle him, and squish his cheeks!!! Give me!!! Lol 🥰🥰🥰💚💚💚

Currently editing the new chapter of Handcuffed Together, but this little scenario has been stuck in my head all day and I needed to share it:

Loki and you are sitting on the couch, doing your own things. You are watching your series and Loki is reading. But after a while Loki gets bored and sighs heavily to get your attention. You ignore it, because the series episode is too good. 

Without warning Loki puts his book aside and grabs you to pull you closer against him. Before you can react he starts to tickle you. You tried to fight him off, but are failing miserably. The wrestling just leads to you two closer together, tangled up with each other. He is merciless and you end up out of breahte, with your back on the couch and Loki on top. He stops, but still keeps his enough of his weight on you, to make sure you cannot escape. 

‘I was watching my series’ you playfully scold him.

He just grinns back at you ‘I needed your attention’ and before you can react he kisses you. 

‘Can I go back to watching my series?’ you murmer with your lips still pressed against his.

‘Can you move?’ he murmers back, without his lips leaving yours.

You try to wriggle out from under him, but can’t. ‘No’ you say.

Loki reluctantly pulls back ‘then that is your answer’ he says, his eyes twinkling brightly.

‘I can live with that’ you smile back.

Mobius: It's my cat. Didn't you have cats on Asgard?

Loki: No. What does it do?

Mobius: It doesn't do anything. It just does what it wants, and depending on its mood it might scratch your eye out or let you stroke it ... a lot like someone I know.

Morning Glory

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pairing: loki x reader (fem), fluff

type: oneshot

rating: pg13

word count: 1,221

warnings: just so much fluff, an implication of sex

notes: so listen,,, i have been struggling to write anything for the past week so i literally forced this one out of my body. it’s that bad.

summary: Loki and you bask in the softness of your domestic and settled lives.

tags are open!

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Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of warm light draped across your face. Your eyes focus on the ceiling before drifting away. Your eyes drift lazily through the room, picking out details through your morning-bleariness. A soft smile picks up your lips as the sunlight catches the picture frames on the dresser, all being pictures of you and Loki in various sceneries and with various people.

A sigh escapes from behind you and the arm that’s wrapped around your waist tightens in the slightest, pulling you back into a warm embrace. You hum at the movement, content with the position as you pressed further against Loki’s chest. Loki lets out a string of incoherent mumbles that you assume is a quick ‘good morning’ before pressing his lips against yourneck.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you breathe, giggling softly as Loki’s scoff turns to a yawn. He always said he didn’t like that nickname, but you knew otherwise.

“What are you doing up so early?” Loki asks, and you shrug, noticing the time on the clock. You shift yourself, rolling over to face the god. Your smile grows once the sight of Loki with his eyes still closed and his hair spread messily on the pillow greets you. Loki cracks open an eye. “What are you smiling at?”

“You,” you say. “You’re so beautiful.” Your voice is soft, and Loki would be lying if he said it didn’t soothe him. You caught sight of a pink tint creeping up his cheeks, stopping before meeting his cheekbones. “Are you blushing?” As if the question itself was something embarrassing, Loki’s blush seemed to flush a darker shade of pink, becoming borderline red.

“I most definitely am not,” Loki huffs, resolving to close his eyes again and turn over, grumbling in the process. You display a full smile, grasping Loki’s arms to crawl on top of him and catch a glimpse of his face.

“You are,” you whisper, watching as he tries to fight back a smile of his own. You hum once again before pushing yourself off him and going back to your side of the bed. You scoot off the mattress, groaning as the cushion no longer envelops your body in its softness, but basking in the sunlight. You stay there for a moment, stretching your muscles in the morning warmth.

“This sight is absolutely divine,” Loki’s voice is heavy, and you smirk, turning to face the god who is now staring at you – or more your figure.

“Hm? At what are you going to do about it?” you tease, walking over to the bathroom to take care of your morning routine. You grab a robe that hangs on a hook, tying it around yourself. You catch a glimpse of Loki staring at your ass in the mirror and you turn around to send him a wink.

“If I had the ability, I would ravish you against that sink,” Loki growls, and you can tell you’re starting to put him on edge. It’s almost too hard to hide your smirk now.

“What’s holding you back, sunshine?” you ask, peering at your skin in the mirror, tracing over blemishes with your fingertip.

“I think you’ve exhausted my refractory period,” Loki says, and you have to refrain from choking on your spit at the bluntness of his statement. You feel your lungs shake as you cough, bending over the sink. When you finally catch your breath, you spot the playful smile on his face. “You should feel proud?”

“What? For letting a god ram his dick in me so many times that he can’t get hard anymore?” Your voice is drizzled in sarcasm and it only makes Loki’s grin bigger.

“Precisely.” Loki’s voice is full of promises that you know will be fulfilled sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.

A loud thumping on the floorboard interrupts your conversation with Loki and you see him throwing his head back in frustration. You want to laugh as a speedy ball of energy barrels through the door and straight into Loki’s lap, causing him to groan from the force.

“Daddy, Daddy, wake up,” the ball of energy shrieks and you have to stifle a laugh as it places its small hands on his chest and bounces up and down. You lean against the doorway, admiring the scene.

“Gods, we really need to start instituting the basic conceptof knocking in this household,” Loki mutters before grabbing the small hands. “My little beast, what are you up to this morning?” You smile as Ben lets out a loud giggle.

“I’m not a beast,” Ben smiles, his giggles lighting up the room in the ways the sunlight could never.

“I beg to differ.” Loki raises an eyebrow at the child, laughing once Ben tries imitating him.

“I’m hungry,” Ben whines. “When are we going to eat breakfast?” he asks, placing his hands on Loki’s cheeks. You laugh as Loki makes a disturbed face, peeling the small and clammy hands from his skin.

“Whenever you decide to get off of me,” Loki stares, and at this, you make your entrance by sneaking up behind Ben and snatching him from his father. You lift him through the air as he squeals, smiling as you pull him around onto your back. You feel his small hands wrap around your neck and you tighten your grip on his legs as you bounce around the room.

“Mommy,” Ben yells in glee, and you catch sight of Loki watching you, his eyes full of adoration and love. The sight almost makes you melt. You start to run over to Loki, throwing Ben back onto the tired dad, and laughing once he lets out an ‘oof’. You crawl on top of Loki’s legs, sitting on his thighs as Ben opts for crawling all over his body.

“You two will be the death of me,” Loki mumbles, and you lean down as Ben scrambles out of the way, pressing your lips against him. Loki soon returns the effort and chases your lips with his own as you pull away, ignoring the soft sounds of disgust emitting from the small boy.

You grab Ben, tucking him under your arm as you run from the room, laughter filling the house. You struggle with the weight that’s beginning to squirm from your grasp.

“When did you get so heavy?” you pant, but Ben just responds by jumping from your arm and skirting towards the kitchen. You stare after the toddler, watching as his Mjolnir (much to his father’s dismay) pajamas disappear around the corner.

You jump in the slightest as two arms wrap around your waist and a head rests on your shoulder. You turn your head in the slightest with a small strain of your neck to see Loki staring after the same space you had been focused on. You looked back, giggling once hearing a loud clang from the kitchen.

“We’ve created a monster.” Loki’s words are a strong contrast to his tone, his voice ringing with affection. You hum in agreement.

“A beautiful and energetic monster,” you respond, your voicewistful as Loki buries his nose into your neck.

“Absolutely stunning,” Loki mutters into your skin, and you wonder for a moment if he’s talking about your kid or his life. You settle forboth. Loki had that right.