#loki reader inserts

I had been dancing around my feelings for Loki ever since he arrived at the tower. Even when he was still cold and distant, I found myself hypnotized by him and his sharp features, the contrast between the color of his skin and the color of his hair.

That was why I made sure to find whatever way possible to make him warm up to me. I kept my distance and respected his space, but I was still there whenever he wanted some tea, and I already spent too much of my time at the tower’s library, anyway. It was only a matter of time until he started talking to me.

But I didn’t expect that curiosity to become a full-blown crush. He was just too dreamy, I couldn’t help it. The way he spoke constantly reminded me that he was as close to a prince as I’d ever meet, and every time he told me about Asgard or even the books he read I felt butterflies come alive in my stomach.

I could just listen to him for hours. Oftentimes, I did. It’s not like the rest of the Avengers were scrambling to make conversation with him, anyway. Usually it was just the two of us, alone at the library, talking for hours without even realizing…

“Care for a dance?” The hand in front of my face startled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to find a grinning Loki smiling down at me, much closer than I’d originally anticipated, since he actually was curtsying. God, he was cute.

“It would be my pleasure.” I smiled back at him, giving him my hand as I let him lead me towards the dancefloor. If the concern over how he would dance to an electro pop song appeared, it was quickly wiped from my brain as he held me close and gently swayed with me, like what was playing wasn’t in fact a remix version of one of Britney Spears biggest hits, but an honest to God waltz.

I got carried away by his movements, the way my hand fit so perfectly in his. It’s why it took me so long to realize that he was staring intently at me. When I did, a jolt of electricity ran through my body, making me squeeze the hand of his that I was holding.

“What?” I asked, suddenly incredibly self-conscious. He seemed to be trying to memorize this moment, like it was so very precious to him that he couldn’t bear the thought of ever forgetting it. It warmed my heart, and I pressed my lips tightly together to stop my instinct to coo at him.

“There’s something that I’d like to do,” was his answer, and I raised an eyebrow at him. It was a question and an authorization to proceed all at once, but he didn’t seem to get it.

Then again, he was pretty drunk.

“What would you like to do?” I voiced, but Loki hummed, like I’d been the first to speak, and despite my curiosity, I had to giggle. “I said, what would you like to do?” He just stared at me for a while, like he didn’t get it, and I was about to ask him to forget that I’d even spoken when he shook his head.

“Who I would like to do. That is the better question.” I felt my insides freeze as I processed his words, my hand instinctively tightening around his. I don’t think I’d ever realize just how deep my feelings for him ran if it wasn’t for that moment.

“W-who would you like to do?” I asked, hating myself for the way my voice cracked, the way I had to let go of his hand to rub my sweaty palms against my dress. I was blinking quickly, trying to prevent tears from appearing, and so I couldn’t focus my gaze on him when he immediately answered, “You, darling.”

My feet stopped moving, halting our simple dance in the middle of the dance floor. I’d dropped his hands in the shock of his answer, now able to look him in the eye because otherwise I wouldn’t believe him.

“What?” Loki had the most dangerous smirk on his face as he approached me once more, hands immediately taking a hold of my waist to force me to keep moving with him when our hips met.

“I want you, darling,” he whispered in my ear, raising goosebumps as his cold breath hit my sweaty skin. “I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk, much less dance.”

I was transfixed, unable to say anything as I stared up into the piercing eyes focused on me and my reactions. My mouth was hanging open, and despite feeling like I needed to say something soon, I couldn’t find the words to speak. Thankfully, Loki seemed to understand that, as he leaned over to whisper in my ear once more.

“You’re such a well-behaved, innocent little dove… on the surface. Would you let me bring out the dark seductress that I am certain is hidden inside of you?” I swallowed despite my dry throat, forcing myself to at least nod.

“Yes,” I finally agree. “Yes,” I repeated because one time wasn’t nearly enough.

Loki’s P.O.V.

In a mist of green, I had her in my bedroom at the tower, arms still tightly wrapped around her back, but now her lips were my prisoners. As the authoritarian ruler that they accused me to be, I didn’t intend to ever let them go.

“Are you as aroused as I am, my love?” I questioned as I made quick work of her dress and my own clothing, eyes drinking in every inch of skin that became exposed to me. “You are a goddess, little dove… and I’ll be sure to treat you as one.”

Finally allowing myself to reach out and explore her body, my hands roamed all over her warm skin as I carefully laid her down on the bed, admiring the scene for a moment before rolling her body over and pulling her hips up, exposing the slit between her thighs to me.

“I want you on your stomach…” I whispered as I adjusted her, brushing the hair away from her back. “… just like this.” The sight of her little cunt exposed to me, the wetness that covered it giving it a slight shine, took my breath away. I stood right there, slowly pumping myself for a few seconds, just admiring her.

“Oh, yes… I’ve imagined you exactly like this so many times, darling,” I confessed, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. It was almost daunting, how she was able to provoke such strong sensations in me without even touching my body, but I wasn’t scared.

Maybe at first, when I realized I was falling for this little Midgardian. I was terrified then, I remembered. But that was before I considered exactly why it was that I became infatuated with her.

She was something different. And she made me feel different than I was - she made me feel better. I had never expecteded to feel that way before, so I didn’t want this feeling to disappear.

I knew I had to have her. I’d do anything to make her mine. And it was just my luck that it seemed like she wanted me just as much.

“You’ve been such a distracting little temptation, my little dove! Did you know that?” She whined before shaking her head, making me chuckle to myself. “So soft…” I was in love with the feeling of her thighs underneath my fingertips, desperate to own every part of her.

“Do you think you can handle me, my love? Do you think I’ll be able to fit inside this little pussy?” I brushed my knuckles over where she was dripping for me, biting my lip as she tried to convince me that she could take all of me. “Let me explore you with my fingers first,” I tried to reason, “See if you’ll take me nicely.”

My two fingers slid in easily with the overwhelming wetness that had accumulated inside her most sensitive part. “Oh, yes…” I moaned, adoring the feeling of her tight channel contracting around my fingers. “You truly were made for me!”

I was almost clinical in my exploration of her insides, eager to figure out what made her tick. Each new thrust of my digits prompted her to spread her legs wider and wider, her hips jutting up in search of more of my touch.

“Doesn’t this feel just right, my darling?” I asked almost to myself, licking my lips at how her pussy hungrily accepted everything I gave her. “Taking my fingers so well… You’re such a good girl for me, little dove.”

More of her wetness lubricated my fingers. My lips twitched up at the sight. She always did look particularly adorable after being praised. “More, Loki,” she begged, and I shivered at the sound I had dreamed of so many times. “I need you, please.”

I hesitated for just a second, wanting to see her fall apart before I even got inside of her, but my own desire was too hard to resist. Paired with her pleading requests, I felt like a fool for keeping myself from making us both satisfied.

“Hold onto that pillow, little dove,” I urged, leaning over her to bring said item closer to her reach. “Are you ready?” I rubbed the head of my member against her opening, collecting some of the moisture to help me ease it in. She whined at the feeling, a long sound that went straight to my cock before she eagerly nodded.

“There we go,” I chuckled, pushing in and immediately groaning at the tightness that welcomed me home. I couldn’t believe I was inside of her.

My eyelashes fluttered when I closed my eyes to immerse myself in that incredible feeling. “Oh, how perfect,” I moaned, caressing her back while I fed her my cock inch by inch. “You take all of me so well, my love.”

She whimpered, making me concerned for an instant. “Does it hurt, darling?” I made sure to ask, needing to be sure that she was feeling as great as I was. “Do you want me to start slow?”

“No…” She whined, hands gripping the pillow I’d provided her. It was pathetic the impact that single drawn-out word had on me, as I took it as permission to start really fucking her. “Harder…” She begged, and that’s when I lost all control.

I fucked her roughly, desperate to show her all of my feelings, have her believe in them through the arguments my hips presented.

“Let go, little dove,” I ordered once I felt her clench around me, recognizing by her grip on the pillow and the strangled sounds escaping her that she was trying to hold back. “Let go for me, my love. I want to feel you drench my member.”

She gushed around me, and my decision was made before I had a chance to even consider it. I wanted to mark her every way I could so I allowed myself to meet her in bliss - and spilled inside of her tight channel.

“Oh, yes…” I moaned, still gently thrusting in and out of her, milking our orgasms. “Gotta make sure I’ve bred you nicely.” Her body trembled before she at last relaxed against the mattress, sighing in satisfaction.

“Happy?” I asked when she turned her face to the side, leaning over her to rub my nose against her soft cheek. She just nodded, eyes closed and I thought she was about to fall asleep when suddenly she opened them wide.

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight…?” I almost laughed at the question, especially since I was still buried to the hilt inside of her. I adjusted the both of us so I could keep myself there and yet hold her close in a comfortable position where we could fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“What shall I do to you now, little one?” I tsked, approaching her to run a single finger under her jaw. She shivered, and I grinned for the easy reaction I could so effortlessly collect from her. 

“So sensitive,” I pointed, already working on freeing myself of my clothes until I was as naked as her, relishing in the hungry way her eyes roamed my body. I remembered when she couldn’t even raise them to meet mine. Oh my, just how I had already changed her.

“Anything at all,” was her response, almost as eager as her demeanor. “Anything you want.” Seeing her like this, knelt by the foot of my bed, brought me images of when I used to see her in the same stance during  mass. I’d admired her even then, too overtaken by desire to fear that anyone would notice, but it was different now.

She was naked now. And she was mine.

“Perhaps it is time for me to finally breed you, my darling. Is that what you want? For me to brand you as mine in this one other, more final way? To paint your insides with my special balm so you can raise us a little one, and no one else will be able to look at you without knowing that you’re accounted for? Answer me, dove.”

“Yes, father.” My lips immediately curled up into a smirk. I truly had trained her well. No ounce of hesitation, not one question over the whys and hows. She was my little slut, now. She trusted me with her body and soul, and would happily accept anything I offered her.

“Very well, little one,” I whispered as I caressed her cheek. “You want this cock? Come and show me just how much.” I didn’t need to say it twice. She crawled up to me on her hands and knees before sitting back on her heels and waited patiently for me to offer my member to her eager lips.

Such a well-trained pet.

“Go on, darling.” She was on me in a second, her mouth opening as wide as she could to engulf my cock on her warmness. “Oh God”, I prayed, feeling her lips drag over my hardness, my fingers burying in the locks of her hair before curling around the back of her neck. “Thank you for sending this one to me. This perfect little dove, an innocent little flower I had the pleasure to corrupt and find my own pleasure in.”

She truly was a gift. My gift. And I’d never let her go.

I let her suck me for a few more minutes, knowing she enjoyed this just as much as I did. She didn’t even use her hands anymore, the little thing. Only her mouth and tongue to pleasure me, her eyes never straying from mine, regardless of how difficult the position was to her. I’d love nothing more than to release inside of her mouth, have her tasting me for days, and I knew she would appreciate it just as much, but I couldn’t.

I had other plans for her.

Still, I rewarded her enthusiasm and dedication with a kiss, when I pried her away from my throbbing cock, tasting myself on her lips. “Well done, my darling.” It always made her feel so proud of herself, her smile as big as mine as she stared up at me with love in her eyes. “You know what?” I thought out loud, finger tracing her jaw before my hand wrapped around her throat. “I don’t think I’m going to take you to bed tonight.”

Even before a pout could make its way to her expression, I’d pushed her down on the rug, taking my familiar place between her legs. “Yes… I think I’ll have you just like this, sprawled on the floor… What do you say?”

“Anything you want, father.” Sweet little thing.

Plunging inside of her was nothing short of a slice of heaven. It was moments like these that made me believe the Lord was real, and He had rewarded his faithful servant with this little angel, sent directly to me.

“You like this, don’t you, my dove?” I asked, immediately thrusting in and out of her while laving her in my caresses. “You like being an instrument to my pleasure. You like serving me in and out of the altar. You can’t imagine a life without me anymore.”

I panted as she moaned out a confirmation to my words, earning herself more kisses down her chest. It was beautiful to see her in this state, so far gone, so far mine. She’d do anything for me.

“This is where you belong…” I continued, although speaking was becoming harder and harder as the pit of pleasure tightened on my lower stomach. “You like being my little whore, don’t you, little one?”

She could only nod by now, but I was too close to care. “Show me…” I ordered, picking up the pace of my thrusts. “Show me by cumming for me. Milk me dry.” Her walls clenched around me, her body so submissive it knew better than to disobey me.

As for me, it felt like I couldn’t stop now. Being inside of her was too intoxicating, too addicting for me to ever consider interrupting my movements. A hand curled around her throat, calling out for her attention as I began to lose control of my hips.

Not that there was that much that I remembered. But that must be because I was still sleepy, right? I was still taking some time to recognize my surroundings, the luxurious drapes that stopped any sunlight from pouring in, the soft bed that seemed too big to be only mine.

My fingers still absentmindedly explored the unknown liquid between my thighs when the door of the room slammed open, startling me again. “Just what do you think you’re doing, little dove?”

I blinked a few times, staring at the man with the raven hair, hypnotized by his beautiful green eyes. Loki, something deep inside of me recognized, and this feeling of certainty in what had been a confused state of mind up brought indescribable comfort to my soul.

“You know you’re supposed to come looking for me when you’re feeling like that,” he kept talking, unaware of the overwhelming feeling of safety that took over me at remembering him. It was only when he climbed on the bed, forcing my legs apart and taking his place between them, that I understood what he was referring to.

It became even clearer when he seized my wrist, raising my wet fingers to his mouth before enclosing them with his beautiful lips. “Just call out to me next time, darling. You know I’ll always come for you… and I’ll make you cum for me.”

I was still transfixed by the way his lips glistened as he leaned over me again, attaching them to my jaw before slowly licking his way down my throat, my breasts, until he reached my navel.

“Open up those beautiful legs, angel. Let me see you.” My hesitation only lasted a millisecond before I did just what he wanted. I didn’t feel like holding back anymore. I liked his touch on me, the way it made me feel. It was so much better than the confusion I’d felt until he appeared in the bedroom.

“You’re always so ready for me…” His smile was so beautiful when he looked at me from between my legs just before his tongue reached out and spread my lower lips. “And so delicious… Oh, Gods, what have I done to deserve you?”

I didn’t know, and I couldn’t think. Not with his mouth tasting me, exploring the most vulnerable parts of my body and soul. It felt like he was unraveling me, uncovering whatever sins I’d tried to hide just as I let him take my body with eyes, hands and lips.

I was completely his.

“Can’t believe I get to have you like this.” His confession sounded almost too personal for me to hear, and I don’t believe he intended for it to reach my ears, but it did anyway. Just before he made me cum onto his waiting mouth.

He didn’t wait any longer after he brought me to an orgasm. Pushing himself in before my walls had stopped clenching around nothing, he groaned and immediately settled on a punishing pace, like he just couldn’t help himself.

The sounds of our frantic coupling bounced off the walls, making my head spin, and it only added to the dirtiness of the act we were currently performing. “Oh, my love…” He whispered, piercing eyes lost in mine. “Fucking you is everything to me.”

I knew I felt the same. I couldn’t remember anything outside of our movements.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he moaned, piercing eyes focused on mine, hampering my ability to focus. “But you’re always beautiful to me. You’ve always been.”

There was a peculiar sense of longing in his tone that didn’t make sense to me, but then again, not much did at that moment. All I knew was that I needed him badly, even if I didn’t understand why.

His lips captured mine once more, hips gaining speed as he drilled his member into me, again and again and again and again. I felt like I was in a dream, floating away, watching from a distance as my body responded instinctively to the man so lovingly defiling me.

“You love everything I give you,” he was almost insistent, hips as persistent as his tone. “You love me.” Unable to speak, I held onto him tightly, fingers biting on his skin as he drove into me repeatedly.

“Loki…” The name escaped my lips without me realizing or even intending to, but the second that his gaze met mine, a large smile on his face, I was grateful that I’d let it slip past my lips.

“Yes, moan my name, my love,” he coaxed, hips unrelenting in their search to meet mine. “I love hearing it fall from your lips like that, so full of devotion.” His eyes skimmed over my face, taking in my expression of bliss. “I’m devoted to you too, darling. Always.”

In this dance of body and soul that we shared, I felt stripped of all inhibitions - particularly since I couldn’t remember a single one I was supposed to have. So when he asked me to moan his name again, I did, because his was the only one I could think of.

“Would you like me to breed you?” His fingers running up and down my jaw brought me back to this moment, the one taking place right then. They moved further up so he could stroke my cheek as he waited for an answer, and maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.

All I knew was that I couldn’t hold back any longer. And perhaps Loki was aware of that, because as my scream of bliss broke the peaceful atmosphere of the room, he groaned, “Yes, my angel. Let’s ruin this bedding together, come for me,” against the shell of my ear.

And so I did. White burning bliss took over me, drowning all of my senses, leaving me only with the pleasure between my thighs, and by the time I got back to the present moment, Loki had stopped moving.

“You’re mine,” he whispered as soon as I opened my eyes, hands cradling my face, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. “All mine. Forever.”

His kiss felt like a permanent seal to his promise, never-ending and powerful. When he finally pulled away, he adjusted me so I’d lay on his chest, hand rubbing circles on my back.

But even though Loki felt like every night he spent with you, a new layer of his soul was unveiled even to himself

He still didn’t really know you, didn’t see just how the way you two connected was reverberating in your being, the way it was happening in his

And that never became clearer than when Natasha answered that you were the kinkiest person on the tower when asked about it

His eyebrows rose up to his hairline

That wasn’t how he was used to seeing you when the two of you were together

And the thought of not knowing all of you, not actually be entitled to each and every piece of you, including the corners of your mind you were too embarrassed to share...

Let’s just say Loki did not like that for one bit

He started to bug you about it all the damn time, whenever he was able to get you alone

You can even say he got a bit obsessive about it

But you were still too nervous to admit your true nature to him

So he had to find other ways to get you to speak...

The most efficient one was when he had you right on the brink of pleasure, about to come around his fingers, tongue, or cock

He’d stop all of his ministrations them, keeping only the bare minimum to keep you right there, on the edge, until you confessed something, anything

“Tell me, little one...” and can you just imagine his voice when he was staring up at you from between your legs?

“Tell me what you think about at night, when I’m not here to keep you satisfied. I want to know everything that makes you wet and delicious, so ready for me.”

You’d try to keep it in, hold the sheets underneath you between your fingers like that would hold the words back inside your mind, but he was determined to make it impossible for you

“Tell me and I might make it come true...”

You didn’t doubt his ability to make your wildest, filthiest fantasy an overwhelming reality even for a second, and now you were forgetting why you were afraid to share them

“I can make you so happy, little one... We can have so much fun together...”

“I can spoil you beyond your dirtiest dreams... All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

And there it was. The point of no return.

Only instead of outright saying it, you decided to show him what it was that made you aroused out of your mind - little by little.

“What if I don’t?” 

He froze then, only for a second, immediately understanding what you were doing, what you were sharing

And then a beautiful, dangerous smile spread over his face, taking over his features, making him look every bit the enticing man you’d fallen for despite everyone’s warnings

“If you don’t share your fantasies with me... I might have to keep you right here, right on the edge, until you start spilling all of those beautiful secrets you seem so keen on keeping from me”

“And what if I like that?” You immediately countered, making him once again raise his gaze to meet your eyes, finding a smile just as sinful dominating the face he’d come to know so well

“I’m gonna take you so hard you’ll be sorry you didn’t open up to me sooner.”

“Ah, now that I know I will like.”

Loki would raise up to kiss you, sharing the intimate taste of you between your tongues as he savored this newfound trust and more intimate connection that had started to grow between the two of you

“We’re gonna have so much fun, little one.”

He’d come to Midgard expecting anger and resentment

Much like the feelings he had towards your people in general

But you surprised him

You cared about how he was feelings

Made sure he was eating

Even asked for his presence in group activities

And although he was sure it started as something out of politeness

The more time he spent with you, a bond was being created

You liked reading by his side, even asking for his suggestions once you were done with a book

And he found himself slowly warming up to do the same, enjoying getting to know you through your favorite stories

He began seeking you out

And so the partnership of tea dates and book club took place

You liked cooking, he started to join you in the kitchen because you looked so beautiful twirling around in an apron while gathering the stuff you needed to bake cookies or cakes or whatever it was that day

And then slowly accepted to help you with mixing or adding the ingredients

Until he started to actively look forward to those evenings spent together in the kitchen, doing an activity he used to see as something exclusive to those who worked for him

Still, he didn’t realize it

He didn’t realize despite the teasing from his brother, or the physical reactions he felt towards you

Like his hands becoming sweaty, or his heart picking up

It’d take a near-death experience for him to suddenly realize his actual feelings

Now, imagine the tower was attacked by some sort of supernatural being

And you were hauled in the air by such creature, their grip on your throat asphyxiating you right before Loki

He’d absolutely lose it, right then and there

In a green mist, you’d be released, and although the creature was still there, Loki would be between you and them now, protecting you

“Stand back,” he’d order, and you swear you’d never seen anything as sweet and hot at the same time

Once the situation got under control, Loki turned around to meet your eyes and that’s when it hit him

He was in love with a Midgardian

But despite everything he taught himself to believe, you weren’t rude, or stupid, or unworthy of his time and energy

You were everything to him

And he wasn’t afraid of it

In fact, he savored this change just as he savored the kiss you two share now that he knew you were out of danger

After that, he knew that being immersed in Midgardian life wasn’t all that bad

Just as long as you were by his side to guide him through it all

Because I think he’s really a romantic victorian at heart, I think Loki would be the type to ask you to wait until marriage

It wouldn’t matter how much you begged for him to take your virginity

He’d simply refuse it

“You should save yourself for marriage,” he’d insist, and at first you thought it was cute

Quickly, you got fed up with it, though

You’d been dating for a while, and every time you tried to deepen a kiss into a steamier make-out session, he’d just leave you high and dry

“We’re not in the Victorian era anymore!” One day, you’d explode

“Virginity is a social construct, I’ll lose mine when I want to and if you don’t want to take mine, I’ll find someone who does.”

Of course, you didn’t mean it

You were just feeling hurt (and sexually frustrated, let’s be real)

But it took your outburst, accompanied by actual tears, for him to realize that his dismissal of your needs was actually hurting you

“My darling,” he made sure to stop you from leaving, settling you on his lap

“This is simply my way of showing you that I want you for so much more than a casual relationship.”

And how could you be mad after that?

It didn’t take long for him to propose

And despite knowing you’d live with him in Asgard, he insisted on holding a “Midgardian wedding”, so you’d be able to celebrate this day with everyone you loved

The party was lovely, and despite Loki being… Loki, he actually seemed like he had fun

You’d never forget the way he looked when he saw you on your dress for the first time

The night was over too soon - or at least, the public part of it

Loki took you over the threshold of the lovely hotel room where you’d be spending your first night as husband and wife before depositing you on the bed

His eyes were dark as he warned you, “I won’t be able to contain myself for even five more minutes.”

Your clothes disappeared in a mist of green, your body finally bare for him to take in

He tried to prepare with your fingers as best as he could, taking advantage of the time he was exploring you visually, getting adjusted to this new level of intimacy slowly

But he was only able to hold back for so long

He’d been keeping himself in check for too long, already

When he penetrated you, he made sure not to wear a condom

He knew you weren’t in any type of contraceptive and he relished in it

He wanted you to leave your marital bed pregnant with his heir

Your mouth fell open as Loki finally fulfilled your dream and took your virginity

And it hurt, of course it hurt, but it was also perfect

You wouldn’t trade your experience for any other

But neither you nor Loki had necessarily defined the relationship yet

You mostly didn’t want him to feel pressured

You knew how you felt about him

And you didn’t doubt his feelings for you anymore

But you knew he needed time

Time to work through his own insecurities

And time to get over everything he’d ever been taught or chose to believe about Midgardians

So you didn’t stress too much

You spent your evenings together, often in the tower’s library

And whenever you both were forced to attend a social gathering, you tended to stay close to each other, like the proximity made Tony’s parties more bearable somehow

It was safe to say you were Loki’s lifeline while living at the tower

Which is why the sudden loss of control of his Asgardian form freaked him out

The first time it happened, it was just him and Thor around to witness it

You’d been away on a mission for the last few days, the first time he’d been this long apart from you ever since you started developing your romantic relationship

“I thought you were able to control this, brother.”

Loki frowned, as confused about this as the other god.

“I am! I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Well, try to figure it out as soon as possible. Wouldn’t want Lady Y/N to see you like this.”

Now, of course Thor didn’t mean to hurt his brother

He was just used to thinking about Jotuns a certain way, regardless of the fact that Loki was one

It was like two different people in his mind

But the problem was, Loki agreed with Thor

He was certain that the second you saw him in his other form, nothing would ever be the same again

You’d look at him with disgust

Or at least like something you didn’t recognize

And so when you came back from your mission, he didn’t wait for you by the hangar

In fact, he never even left his room, too scared of what your reaction would be like

Especially since as the days went by, he became unable to change back into his Asgardian form

But you weren’t okay with not seeing him after so long separated

So as soon as you took a shower, you convinced Tony to help you overrule Jarvis so you could get inside his room

Finding him curled up on his bed, in his Jotun form

“Is this why you were hiding from me?”

He never answered, jumping out from the bed and standing on the other side of the room so he’d be as far away from you as possible

Your heart broke, seeing him so insecure over something like this

Something that was a part of who he is

“I wish you wouldn’t have been stressed out about this, darling.”

You approached him cautiously, so he’d see how serious you truly were about what you were saying

“I don’t really care.”

“Your color will never change how I feel about you.”

And then, as you got even closer and took in the height difference between you two now that he was in this new form

“Neither will your size.”

Your comforting smile earned you a chuckle from his larger frame

And then when you reached out to touch him and his palm engulfed yours, you both gasped at how instantly his form got back to the one you were used to seeing

“It seems like the problem was how much you’ve been missing me,” you teased

But he only agreed, pulling you into his embrace as he inhaled the smell of your perfume

“It seems like it was.”