#lokiofjotunheim

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

you first met when he caught you slashing the tyres of your neighbour's car one evening, calling you an 'amateur' when he helped pull out the knife for you.

"i guess that makes two of us," you looked pointedly at the monitor around his ankle.

since that day, you two had become really close.

you'd go to each other for advice, tease each other about any crushes. he even scared your neighbour, so much to the point they started bringing you cookies every other weekend.

and in return, of course, you'd help him scheme awful pranks on people.

the only thing you asked of him was not to tell you who the prank was for, otherwise, you'd feel bad.

but you did have fun helping him and finding out who the prank was for after it happened.

you helped him write on the back of tony's shirt in someone's handwriting once (he never told you whose), and when thor claimed he had no recollection of doing it, stating he probably started sleepwalking again, you responded by burying your face in lokis shoulder and laughing silently.

as a keyholder for your store, he would meet you most mornings to help you open up and return near closing time to help pack away.

oh, and he didn't only scare off your neighbour. he scared the local shopkeeper who always overcharged you. now you get most things for free.

if there was an event coming up, you would help him look for a suitable outfit. and he would invite you.

after a mission, you'd help him clean his armour as he never trusted any mortal contraptions with his 'fine asgardian leather'.

he even spent most evenings with you if he was dismissed by someone on the team, buying your favourite snacks on the way to your place while you threw cushions all over the floor and built a fort, forgetting to choose a movie.

or sometimes you'd just talk about whatever was on your minds. mostly the past and feelings. those nights would usually end up with one of you tearing up.

you knew it was hard for him to open up about certain things. so when he did, you would have a small celebration, whether it was going out to the movies, eating out or ordering takeout, having a few drinks.

anything to show him that his feelings mattered.

that he mattered and he was the best thing that's ever happened to you.

a/n: i do feel like they would be really good friends, but eventually down the line, the reader would end up falling for loki, just to find out that he has liked them this whole time 🥰 sorry for responding late x

#my loki purchases

(Hey, this is my first time writing in Tumblr. I’m so nervous! I’ve been doing most of my work in my original language, but I wanted to do something new. I really tried to make this smutty but I failed. Also, I want to say that I feel that this doesn’t have a proper ending so don’t be so hard with me please! I hope you like it, and if my self esteem is finally high enough, I might publish a Masterlist. Thank you <3) 

 To say that she felt “something” for Tom was a tremendous understatement.

She was fascinated with him.

There were many reasons to justify what she felt: the way his long, long fingers could combine with his big, big hands, the way his middle finger would touch the material of his glasses to put things back to normal. His eyes, tranquil blue, were always whispering about the thousand mysteries they hid. And why would it matter if he never looked at her way? She was listening to the sweet nothings of that blue stare.

But everything seemed to be so easy when she never allowed her feelings to be heard: Why would she want to love if there was a painful distance to stop her? Why would she want to love if fairy tales were a sad, sad clamor to the world?  It might be hard to believe, but she never had any problem if her dreams could never materialize in real life. Her heart never asked for answers that she could see written in the water.

She wanted to convince herself that those little nothings were “physical” To take away all the credit to her favorite cocktail of hormones exploding in her head. Distance made her felt safe. She liked the reassurance she would get from knowing he was ignorant about her existence. But lies usually left a bitter taste on the tip of her tongue. She would like to have him closer, to count the stars she once saw light his soul but, wasn't he a bliss from the very, very far?

She had been filling that wicked head of hers with those thoughts when beams from the sun started to stroke her skin. It was shooting day. The masses of people were running in front of her curious eyes. Nobody saw that little drop of sweat wandering in the paths of her body. It was shooting day, after all. How could anybody be paying attention to the sky and its tramps when the moon and the stars were finally shining?

She? In love? That was a terrible diagnosis; she was merely fascinated.

With the way, he could love human complexity. With the way, he was willing to touch somebody else's weakness. With the way, he could hang love in his stares.

She? In love? The cocktail exploding in her head was a liar. Her insides were a liar. Her desire was a liar. She was a liar.

And to justify all of her sins, she had a name.

𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬

loki knew how much his cuddles made you feel wanted and safe, so he always gave you a cuddle whenever he could.

they were warm, comforting, and usually lasted a long while.

the tips of his fingers would trace along your skin while he recited sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

he loved using it as an excuse to talk about your feelings and tell you how much you mean to him.

it was a form of intimacy that could be done anywhere and in front of anyone.

his cuddles were never too tight unless you were both messing around.

but you knew deep down that he only did that when he was in desperate need of one himself, but let his pride get the better of him.

he always gave the best cuddles when you were sad.

most of the time he didn't even have to say a word. he'd just wrap your arms around you and that alone said it all.

you’d snuggle up between his arms and place your head on his chest, listening to the soft thumping of his heartbeat that calmed you instantly.

sometimes to cheer you up, he would squeeze a tickle in somewhere or crack a joke.

your favourite kind of cuddles were when you were sick.

even though you did most of the cuddling, he always made sure he was available for you to hug.

he’d miss weeks off work for you.

even if you weren’t sick but just needed his presence.

he would make sure he had your favourite blanket wrapped around you both as you watched bad tv, sharing a tub of ice cream that he conjured.

because it wasn't only comfort you found in between his arms.

you also found a home.

a/n: i'm very sorry for how long this took, i've been really busy, but i hope you enjoy 💕💕 x