#loki preference

If anyone threatens you without knowing Bucky's around then they've made a grave mistake. Usually when around with the Winter Soldier, that's guide enough not to mess with anyone. But mistake or on purpose Bucky's going to be handling them in a rather unpleasant manner. He tends to be a good judge of character which has transitioned into him being a good judge of how to fuck someone up either in the form of a verbal humiliation or physical lashing. Either way once they've finished with Bucky, and if they're still talking, they're apologizing to you and running away right after.

Loki finds that when someone threatens you it's best to just turn them into something else. Occasionally that's an object like a lamp or a snow globe but a few times  — most of the time actually — they become some animal, typically an insect. It's more for entertainment rather than to have them learn a lesson although if you do want to teach them a lesson then Loki will make them sit while you go on talking. Doesn't matter the punishment, whoever threatened you is in trouble. Loki describes ancient Asgardian methods of torture which he sometimes finds more affective than the torture itself.

Okoye knows that you'll be able to handle the situation yourself, coming back with a barrage of insults or some physical pain. The only reason she knows this is because she's helped you perfect your fighting. Still you may often find yourself holding Okoye back from hurting whoever hurled the threat at you, or at least attempting to reign her in instead of allowing some severe damage to happen. She cares for you a great deal and if anyone lacks respect for you or goes so far as to threaten you, they're going to feel her wrath in about a thousand different ways.

And the last time they had met, it hadn’t gone too well. It had been so long. Five years, to be exact. Would she even be interested in him anymore? Loki was aware she had every right to be angry. He hadn’t visited her in five years. To make matters worse, she had thought he was dead for those five years.

Despite all that, Loki was going to see her. She deserved an apology, which he wasn’t that good at, but he would try his best – for her.

No matter how formal and smooth Loki could be, he failed to keep his demeanour strong in front of her. Y/N could look right through his illusions and deep into his soul, which was one of the reasons he loved her. Y/N made Loki feel vulnerable, he could show his true colours to her.

And he hated that he hadn’t visited her. In his mind, he was protecting her from the dangers of his life, but he also knew she was hurting. The love she had for Loki was real, and he knew that. WIth every word, every touch she had shown him how much she cared and Loki struggled to grasp the fact that he had betrayed her. He loved her too, just as much.

Now he stood behind her door and his heart was racing in his chest. Loki brushed his slick, dark hair behind his ears, straightened his uniform and stood up straight.

Will she let me in?

Is she going to slam the door once she sees me?

”Here goes nothing...” Loki sighed quietly and finally rang the doorbell. It was a warm day, yet he felt cold. His body was trembling ever so slightly as his nerves tightened in his body in a way that he felt sick. Every second behind the door felt long and tense.

Was she even at home?

At last, the door opened – slowly. Loki didn’t see anyone behind it, which was odd. That was until he saw a little creature, standing much shorter than him. It was a child. How bizarre. The tiny child almost looked like a miniature version of Y/N. Loki was intelligent, but his brain didn’t put the pieces together quite yet. He was so baffled that he didn’t even find the right words.

Was this the right place?

”Who are you?” The little girl wondered with a sweet, high-pitched voice. Her eyes were full of curiosity. She had black hair, just like him, up in a cute bun.

”I’m Loki, of Asgard. Is er- does Y/N live here by chance?” Loki presented himself.

The girl looked at his Asgardian clothing and smiled. Quickly, that smile faded. ”Mommy told me not to talk to strangers.”

Mommy?

”Is she your mother?” Loki couldn’t believe what he was asking this girl.

She nodded. 

”Then we are not strangers. You see, your mother and I are old...friends,” Loki tried to explain the nature of their relationship. The thought of Y/N being in there with someone new made his heart ache. He should’ve known she’d move on! Now Loki felt like a fool, standing there, talking to her child. Yet somehow, he felt like he had to stay. To get the answers he needed so that he too could possibly move on – although moving on from Y/N seemed like an impossible task. She was divine, in every possible way.

”I like your clothes,” The girl chirped, her eyes glued on Loki’s cape. Clearly, she had good taste.

”It’s the finest you could find on Asgard, which is...was my home realm,” Loki explained and rubbed the silky material between his fingers as he spoke. Unexpectedly, the girl let go of the door and walked outside to greet Loki. He didn’t know what to do when she grabbed his cape in awe. Would Y/N be mad that he was talking to her child? Speaking of Y/N, where was she? Loki felt nervous as the child stood right in front of him with a big, toothy smile.

”Mommy told me about Asgard!” She explained while eyeing Loki’s cape. ”I want a cape just like yours!” She continued happily, already dreaming about owning her own cape.

Somehow, the child’s joy warmed Loki’s heart. He felt less restless. It felt like he had met this girl several times before, although he knew this was their first meeting. Loki never forgot a face. 

Before he could answer, a third voice joined them, ”Ifera, I told you not to open the door to strangers! They could be-” Y/N explained and walked outside, stopping in her tracks when she saw Loki.

The girl, Ifera, stepped away from Loki and looked at her mother innocently, possibly trying to get out of trouble. ”He said he is your friend,” She defended herself.

Loki couldn’t breathe when he saw her, standing as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a summer-dress, appropriate for the hot weather, and she looked like she had showered earlier since her hair was still a little bit wet. Their eyes met, but no words were said. It was overwhelming. Loki wanted to say so many things, but he didn’t know where to begin. Not even when he saw tears swelling in her eyes.

The girl walked to her mother slowly, grabbing her by her leg as she kept staring at Loki.

”Y/N, I-...I’m sorry,” Loki decided to break the silence.

Instead of getting a reply from her, Y/N closed the distance between them. She leapt into his arms and buried her face against his chest, holding onto him for dear life. Although Loki was surprised, he hugged her back – and it felt so good.

”Ifera, go inside, will you?” Y/N sniffled quietly, trying not to show her weak side in front of her daughter.

Kindly, she did as told and left Loki and Y/N together for a moment. Had it been a minute or five minutes? They weren’t sure, as time passed by in each other’s arms. But they couldn’t stay like that forever.

“Oh my god...oh my- you’re real,” Y/N faced him and Loki saw the tears on her cheeks. He felt like a monster because he knew it was because of him that she was sad. ”I thought you were dead,” She whispered, wiping her tears away in order to regain her strength.

”I’m sorry,” Loki didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t feel justified to explain his reasons behind his actions, not yet. It was a long story and the more he thought about it, the worse it sounded.

”I was so mad at you for so long, I thought you left me. Then Thor said you were g-gone...I didn’t know what to do. How...how are you here? How are you alive?” Y/N changed the topic, focusing on him for a change. She was hiding something.

Loki caressed her cheek gently, wiping away her last tear. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her, but he held himself back. ”It’s a very long story, but I assure you, I will answer all your questions. Will you be as kind as to let me inside?”

Y/N nodded and broke free from the emotional embrace, ”Before we go inside, I have to...oh fuck- I need to tell you something, Loki,” She began nervously, now playing with her own fingers. Was everything alright? Loki was surprised she wasn’t bombarding him with questions or accusations. Why was she nervous? It should be the other way around.

”Alright, love,” Loki encouraged her to continue. Calling her ‘love’ came as naturally to him as breathing. He didn’t catch it before he had let the petname slip, but she didn’t seem to mind it. 

Y/N took a deep, shaky breath and looked over her shoulder. ”Look, I haven’t told anyone, not even Thor. But I can’t keep it a secret, you need to know this...” She began to ramble. Loki knew her well enough to see she was getting stressed.

He walked up to her and put his large hands on her shoulders ever so lightly, feeling how her body quivered under his touch. But it made her pause so she could breathe again. ”Ifera is your daughter, Loki.”

She said it as bluntly and clearly as one could.

“What?” Loki breathed out in surprise, sounding dumbfounded. 

And Loki felt his stomach drop in surprise and regret. Regretting the past five years he hadn’t spent with Y/N and his daughter – as absurd as it sounded. Now the pieces fell together in his mind, why the girl looked like a perfect mixture of them, why he had felt so protective over her the moment that the door opened. Why the girl looked as old as the time he had spent away from the woman he loved. Why Y/N was so nervous too.

They had a child together.

And he had been absent during the pregnancy and the first years of the girl’s life. Loki felt terrible and thrilled both at once.  

”She is...our daughter,” Loki was so shocked that he needed to be reassured. 

Had he heard right?

”It was clear as day when she made her baby toys levitate,” Y/N chuckled with fresh tears in her eyes that threatened to escape. Then her smile faded, ”I thought you were d-dead, Loki! I didn’t know what to do, and then I found out I was pregnant. In a way, it always felt like you were there in my heart, but…gosh, you were alive.”

”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Loki apologized. He knew it was wrong of him to ignore her for those years. How wrong it was to keep his secret of being alive from her. If anyone would have deserved to know, it would’ve been her. Now he felt ill for keeping her at bay. ”I will explain my actions and I do understand if you are angry-”

”I’m not angry,” Y/N made it clear. Carefully, she grabbed Loki by his hand. He could only watch as she brought his hand up to her lips and she kissed his smooth skin. ”I was really angry at first, but you have no idea how happy I am to see you well and alive. I want to hear everything.”

Loki couldn’t believe his ears. She must’ve been a goddess. She had every right to be upset, yet she accepted him in her life with open arms. He didn’t understand how anyone could give him a second chance after the things he had done.

”Come inside, you should meet your daughter properly,” Y/N tugged him towards the door. ”We can talk later. I have dreamt of this day for so long, to see you to bonding. If...if that’s what you want.”

If he wanted to bond with his daughter? Nothing else in the nine realms could possibly make him happier. 

”I’d love that more than anything, Y/N. I’ve been gone for too long already,” Loki made it clear that he wanted to be in Ifera’s life. He wanted to be a parent, a good father that Odin never was. Loki would be damned if he made the same mistakes as his father before him.

His answer warmed her heart that was beginning to heal already. Overjoyed by the moment, she leaned closer to Loki as she had done so many times before, and sealed his lips into a kiss. Loki didn’t fight it. When he felt her lips on his, it felt like the past five years didn’t even exist. Like they returned to the last moment they shared like this. They had found each other again, in heart and in soul as well.

As they parted from the kiss, all they could do was smile. Together, they walked inside. The moment the door closed behind Loki’s back, he knew that a new chapter had begun in his life. A chapter of joy and love. A chapter in which he would make up for his mistakes and his past, a chapter in which he could raise his daughter and finally be with the woman he loved so much. He felt like the luckiest man in the nine realms because she had so gracefully decided to trust him enough to take him back. And in the end, after Loki had explained it all to her, he felt at peace.

They were a family, 

at last.

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A/N: I could’ve made it angstier but I decided not to. I hope you liked it!

You were on a mission with the Avengers and assigned along with Loki to venture out and prevent a planned assassination, while the others would distract and handle the rest at hand.

However, in the midst of fighting and protecting the so-called man, you somehow managed to lose him. You and Loki had your hands tied around your backs fighting, and his dumbass ran off.

So of course, the first wave of anxiety and stress rushed through you, like an electric shock; sending signals to every nerve in your body to have a full-fledged panic. You were almost paralyzed, staring at the rocks and the distant sounds of battle, racking your brain for any type of way to not breakdown. Your fingers began to intertwine with one another, focusing on your breathing as Loki raged out loud with a series of curses.

“You’d think that if we were protecting the man, he’d be smart enough to stay put. No wonder they wanted to kill the man, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, now is he? I can’t believe he’d--”

Loki turned to you after he noticed your stunned silence, and gaped.

“Oh dear, are you alright?” He questioned, watching you quizzically as you suddenly blinked, breath being knocked out of you suddenly. You stared up at Loki’s frame, gripping your hair.

“Where is he? I don’t know where he is? Why would he suddenly run off? What if he’s dead because I couldn’t get there in time? Why am I still here?” You began ranting, hands rotating/flailing around in circular motions as you tried to gain air, walking back and forth in the process.

“Wait, what’s going on? Are you okay?” He asked again, unaware that you were having a panic attack, mixed with a nervous breakdown (poor loki). Funny thing was, Loki didn’t know how to calm someone, nor did he know your situation currently (that, was pretty obvious though). His eyes tore away from your face as you dove into the light fanny-pack, wondering what you could contain in there that would help you. He stuttered over his words at the sight.

“Did… did you bring chocolate on this mission?!?” He asked, his voice louder than he intended it to be. You seemed to flinch at the sudden pitch, before turning your attention back to the

“It’s stress… chocolate,” you muttered, opening the package and proceeding to take nibble while Loki fumed.

“BUT WHY? AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!” Loki roared back, genuinely confused and astonished that you’d be thinking about eating at a time like this.

“ASSASSINATIONS STRESS ME OUT, OKAY?! WHETHER I’M PROTECTING OR THE VICTIM!” You barked at him, “AND IT DOESN’T HELP WHEN I’VE SCREWED UP. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE I AM, NOR DO I KNOW WHERE HE IS...” You carried on, liquid just barely forming among the corners of your eyes.

Loki gulped uncomfortably, hands raising up wearily as he approached you. “I apologize, but I need you to calm down. It’s not all, entirely, your fault,” he spoke, hoping to gain a small laugh from you. Instead, a scoff was thrown his way.

“I can’t, that’s the problem.” You grumbled out, “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, but nothing’s helped. One way or another, my stress gets the getter of me…”

“Take deep breaths.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at Loki, before curving down into an unsettling look. “I’ve done that already, it doesn’t work—“

“Just do it.” He growled, easily making you comply within a second. You closed your eyes, trying your best to relax your shoulders as you sharply inhaled through your nose. You stopped again and began to block the sounds of gunshots as you exhale through your parted lips.

“Keep doing it, ignore everything else around you, and focus on your breaths,” Loki instructed, as you nodded slowly, breathing again.

Out of nowhere, you felt a pair of cool, soothing hands brush against the temples of your head; your breath hitched.

“Relax, continue your breathing method.” You tried your best, continuing on for a bit more until you heard his voice again.

“I can help you, darling. But I’d have to help you with this problem mentally. And of course, I can’t do that without your permission… may I?”

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of this as a trap or some type of joke. Maybe a chance for potential blackmail in the future? Loki, the God of Mischief, had asked permission to not only look inside your mind but help you?

“Sure,” you croaked out, hopeful that you wouldn’t regret your decision. Loki let out a small sigh before you felt his hands off your head again.

“Alright. Continue your breathing, and if you feel uncomfortable you can tell me to stop at any given moment.” He explained you nodded as you started again.

This time, his touch felt different. It was not only cool but strangely more gentle. Promptly, you felt heat. Golden, would be a strange way to put it, but exactly it.

Despite his cool fingers, it remained a soft, warm feeling. It felt addicting, exhilarating, in fact. Soon enough, he had drawn away, and you opened your eyes slowly.

Face-to-face with him, you stared into his tempting irises, before turning away. “Unfortunately it won’t be forever, it was a simple mind trick to help you a bit after the mission, I’m afraid. It will stop, and your stress will come back—“

You did it unexpectedly. Your arms wrapped around him, pure bliss igniting within you. “Thank you,” you whispered to him. “Thank you.” You spoke again.

You run over to his dresser like a kid in search of candy and pull out a drawer, looking for a bed shirt that you would like. You choose a dark green/almost black one and hold it up to your face, breathing in the smell of Loki and his cologne. He always smells sweet, but manly. It’s hard to explain, but it’s intoxicating to you. Loki just chuckles at your childishness and shakes his head.

“Come on, the movie’s waiting!” You exclaim, running off into the other room of the tower, turning off the lights as you pass them. Your boyfriend slowly follows you, watching in adoration, before retaking his seat beside you and placing his arm on the back on the couch behind you.

You insisted on watching a movie about Greek mythology, just to hear Loki’s remarks about its inaccurate portrayal of gods and whatnot. You lean into his chest and close your eyes, uninterested in the movie, only in hearing your boyfriend’s voice and being close to him.

Loki could not say that he enjoyed the movie, he didn’t want to watch it in the first place, but he did not object because it was what you wanted, and he would give you whatever. Only twenty minutes in, you fell asleep on his chest, which he was thankful for, so he could turn off the horribly unrealistic movie.

He lifts you up as gently as possible, smiling at your beautiful body in his arms, feeling proud and content. He carries you into your bedroom, placing you down in bed and removing your shoes and pants, then tucking you in. You stir a little and he feels guilty, realizing he woke you. “Sorry love.” He whispers, gently swiping some hair away from your cheek. “Rest.” He says, but you grasp his hand before he can remove it from your face and lightly tug it. “Stay.” You mutter, causing his heart to skip for a moment. He has not slept with you yet, even in the most innocent way that you are asking. You don’t let go of his hand though, so he decides that it shouldn’t do any harm to stay - you are asking, after all.

So he nods, using his powers to change from his more formal day clothes, into dark green sweats and a night shirt. He carefully climbs into bed behind you and moves closer to you, opening his arms to allow you to get comfy against him. He realizes what you meant earlier about your significant other’s scent being comforting. Suddenly, as he holds you tight in his arms, running his hands through your hair, he feels like he has everything he could ever need.

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