pairing: Loki x gn!reader - established relationship
type: ficlet (1.6 K)
idea: gifted by an ask, which inspired me immediately (prompts are closed)
warnings: reader is feeling down, romantickly fluff
Enjoy lovelies & happy Halloween
It is one of these more quiet halloween evenings. Still, you were pacing home, a large pumpkin under one arm and a bag of groceries under the other.
When you entered your apartment, you could feel the warm, gentle breeze of the heating. Loki’s voice, humming to a song from the kitchen-radio, welcomed you. A heavy sigh left your lungs, you felt the wooden door in your back, as well as relieved to be home.
„Darling? Is everything alright?“, Loki looked around the corner, a kitchen towel hanging over his shoulder. You looked up from your spot on the floor, nodded and shook your head right afterwards. In the mere seconds of your arrival, your legs have given in, seeking a comforting pose. Bend in-front of your chest, chin resting on the knees, some little snack packages tumbled out of the bag next to you. The rather huge pumpkin, a little odd in shape, was haunting you since you bought it, last minute.
Loki walked closer, a concerned look on his face: „What is it? Did something happen at the store?“, you shook your head.
„At work?“, another silent ‚no‘ from you, followed by: „My sibling“
„Are they hurt?“
„No, they are done already“
„Done… with what?“
„Family tradition“, you sighed.
His eyebrows went up: „Which one? Your family has so many“
A little grumpy rumbling left your lips: „Don’t tease!“
„Oh, dear… I cannot help it. It is so easy to tease you. And pleasant.“
„Pffft…“
„Tell me. What tradition have they fulfilled already?“ The tip of your index finger pointed sharply at the orange vegetable, sitting side by side with you on the floor.
„I do not understand, I’m afraid“
You sighed, moving the back of your head against the door, with closed eyes. „We carve those. It’s a human thing for halloween“
„Ah…?“
„We always did that together. But since they moved for their new job across the country? We had to agree to do it on our own, sharing a photo or a video call later… with the spooky fellas.“
„So, it is still early enough to start, isn't it?“
You didn’t answer. „Love?“
„I don’t feel well. I don’t feel creative at all and look“, you hand him your phone with the fancy pumpkin and your sibling, smiling widely. „They are so talented. And I miss them…“
Loki hummed, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and left, to put away the groceries. He returned to carry the heavy veggie to the kitchen counter, you could hear his low, velvety voice from the other room. Still, you couldn’t open your eyes or get off the tiles. It was one of those days, when you survived the every-day outside but returned home, drained from it. Sometimes, the overwhelming feeling of the world-weariness, the constant understaffed work and the heart-ache from missing your sibling dearly, got you here. On the floor of your apartment. Sighing and without strength left in your limbs.
„Love?“ „Hmm?“, you hummed, eyes still closed.
„There is someone who likes to talk to you“. You opened your eyes, brows sceptic above them. Your sibling was smiling and waving from Loki’s phone-screen at you. Your gaze wandered between them and your favorite Asgardian, astonished.
A couple of minutes later, you sat down on one of your bar stools, a steaming cup of tea next to the pumpkin in-front of you: „How? What?“
„I was instructed to remove the inner mush of this“, Loki gestured toward the pumpkin.
„You did that with your bare hands?!“, You asked in disbelief.
„Of course not. What ever do I have my seidr for?!“
A giggle escaped your lips: „Of course. Your magic is handy, indeed.“
Loki kissed your cheek, whispering: „You carve, I cook“
While Loki, during his time on Midgard, found his liking not only in the human sitting opposite of him now, but in cooking as well. A pumpkin soup was soon simmering on the stove, while you? „You haven’t even started?“
Your eyes, wide and a little sad still, looked over the enormous vegetable: „No…“
“Love?”
„Loki, no“
„It’s just a pumpkin. Just… use your little carving knife and… do it“
„Don’t mock me. And dohon’t make me laugh either. Pumpkin carving is a serious human business.“
„Oh, I am already well aware of that. Having your sibling telling me every important thing about it. And I didn’t mock you.“ He caught a sceptic look again.
„I didn’t… oh, I know the perfect motivation for you to start immediately.“
„What might that be?“
„If you don’t start the carving right away“, the raven-haired man walked around the isle.
„Yes?“
„I’ll do the thing“, he whispered against your ear.
„The thing?! The… oh, no. No, no, no. You wouldn’t“
„Certainly, I would“
„Dohon’t you dahare, Loki!! I have a weapon“
„And I could let the little dagger disappear with my seidr. Your choice, start or…“
„Wait, wait, wait…“, you already giggled, feeling his elegant fingers over yours, grabbing the knife carefully, while you were pressed against his body. Loki, standing behind you, his other arm laid around your waist, chuckled: „Oh, my sweet midgardian angel, are you ready to start this tradition of yours?“
„Noho, Lohoki… pleahease… Nahaha-Ha!“, you squeaked, feeling his knowing fingertips prodding gentle yet teasingly at your waist.
„Let us lift your spirits a little, love“
Your giggles fell from your lips, softly. „I have the feeling this“, his fingers ran spider-like up your waist and over your ribs: „this might do the trick“
„Ehehehey!“
With the left hand, you got hold of his wrist, more seeking support instead of a proper try to stop him. You could feel the vibration of his own amusement, your back was pressed against his torso. The back of your head fell against his chest, looking up at your partner, while his smile was caressing your laughing features. His fingertips were seeking the well known nerve-spots under your skin, which made you giggle. His smile was soft yet mischievous, while admiring you.
„You are adorable“, he chuckled. You felt his wandering fingertips, heading to your upper ribs and further. Since the two of you got a couple, your extraterrestrial boyfriend always found a way to lighten your mood. His wit was one option. Reading to you another. Teasing you like this was a shared favorite, knowing there would be a clear stop, if one party asked of it. Nothing of this was necessary right now. You were in need of the free-spirited laughter, the gentle hug, the soft teasing of your most vulnerable spots to simply be.
His right index finger poked underneath your arm, suddenly. While his left arm was still trapping you softly, his fingertips of that hand were spidering over your upper ribs. Your carving tool? Gone. Somewhere else entirely. Your mind couldn’t follow that thought, it followed his movements at every second.
His breath caressed your neck, feather-light, before you knew, you were doomed: „Nohahaa…“, you squeaked. His lips attacked the side of your neck with raspberries, teasing your sensitive skin, alongside his fingertips haunting your weak spots at the very same time.
„Ehenough, plehease…“, you shrieked and Loki stopped. You could feel his grin still against your neck, his lips were kissing your skin gentile. A couple of giggles erupted from you, in the moment of recovery: „Youhu are suhuch a menace.“
„Oh, I know. God of mischief. It is my duty to be a menace.“, he whispered, chuckling.
„How lucky for me, you’re my mehenace.“
„Indeed, lucky you.“
„Now, will you start this already?“, Loki pointed at the pumpkin, while you were eating the soup he made, side by side: „No“ „No?“, his eyebrows curled in disbelief: „Do you need another round of motivation, after dinner?“, he squeezed your hip a couple of times.
„Stohop tickling me.“, you laughed in shock and tried to fight off his teasing hand: „Ahand let me tell you, why I won’t start to carve.“
„Tell me, little human.“
„I won’t carve this pumpkin tonight.“, you swiftly moved out of his reach, not wanting to be poked again: „Wahait, let me explain!“
„I am all ears, love“, he whispered, poking you, when your upper body was within reach for him again. The door bell rang, making you jump from the stool excited. „Saved by the trick or treaters“, you cheered. You put some of the tiny snack bags into their baskets, complimenting their creative make-up, creepy costumes or both. Door closed. Another one rang.
When you finally returned, you giggled: „We will do it togehether.“
„I beg you pardon?“
„The carving.“
„Not a chance.“
„Pleaaaaaase?“
„Absolutely not.“
„PLEAAAAAASE“
„Now youhou are a menace.“
„Good thing you are unable to withstand my wishes“, you winked and your knowing smile morphed into a remarkable pout. He rolled his eyes, grinning: „Alright, alright. I yield.“ You giggled and hugged him, kissing his cheek: „this will be our new tradition“
„Having me do all the work, huh?“, he chuckled, caressing over your head.
„Oh, wait… no, not all the work! I bought it and brought it home. You scooped it and made the most delish soup“, you winked: „and set up the carving station“
„And now what?“
„Now, I’ll do the dishes and afterwards we carve it together.“
The two of you couldn’t decide, what should be carved into the autumnal veggie, at first. After a rather wild list of options, ranging from his silhouette with helmet and all (his idea) over to Thor’s hammer (your idea), the two of you decided on the classic pumpkin face.
„You have pumpkin mush in your hair, oh dear god of mischief.“, you giggled and removed it.
„I fear, that is part of this tradition, is it not?“, he grabbed a little piece of it from your cheek as well. You looked up at him, his gaze meeting yours, softly: „Thank you.“
„For removing this piece of pumpkin?“
„Yes, and more. Thank you for doing this, for taking care of me tonight - being the sweet, gentle menace, I love.“ „Always“
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What makes a kiss hot? Well...here is my version of a hot kiss...
Wordcount: 1356
Just pure hot fluff...may get a bit warm while reading.
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„Best kiss my ass!“ Tony huffed and rolled his eyes. He even went as far as throwing Popcorn at the screen. Most of the team had sat down in the big TV room to unwind and watch a movie together. “That was sloppy, lukewarm and not even slightly a turn on.” He continued.
Pepper threw him a look that even in the half dark room made everybody else grin.
“Oh Tony, I think your quick cheek pecks aren´t exactly getting Peppers motor running either!” Nat chirped. Pepper lifted her hand for a high five when Nat walked by to get herself a refill at Tony’s´ bar.
“Oh, come on! Even my pecks are hotter than THAT!” Tony snorted annoyed.
“Why? Because they come from you ?” You asked laughingly and smiled when Tony just nodded.
“The film is still running…” Came the dry comment from Loki but he seemed more interested in the beginning batter.
Tony stood and got himself a drink too, paused the film and looked at Nat, Pepper and yourself.
“Seriously, what does it take for a kiss to be hot?”
He flopped down next to Pepper again.
“I mean I know I get you hot when I do a certain thing with my tong…”
Pepper hit Tony with a pillow and shushed him with a slight blush to her cheeks.
Tony just grinned and looked at you and Nat instead.
“Please enlighten us…” Throwing some snacks into his mouth, he leaned back and lifted an eyebrow.
Loki, watching the scene unfold, leaned back too with a slight amused grin on his face.
Nat sat down between Banners legs and said. “A good kiss makes steam come out of my ears.”
You nodded in agreement. “Everything else needs to disappear for that moment.”
Tony mimicked snoring. “Enough with the philosophical chit chat… Instructions!”
You snorted. “What? You want a manual? Step by step?”
Tony leaned forward, winking at you. “Now we are getting somewhere… So, step 1?!”
“Put your hands on the body?!” Banner weighed in and tried to help.
“Yeah, but where?!” Tony inquired.
“Umm…” Banner took of his glasses and started cleaning them.
“Waist.” Said Nat.
“Hair” said Pepper.
“Uhhh yes, first waist then up..” Said Nat.
Standing from the Sofa to walk to the fridge you felt Loki’s eyes on you for a second and threw in “Neck…” towards Pepper and Nat.
“Oh yes..” Pepper fanned herself.
Tony grinned and winked at his woman. “Noted, now what else?”
“Eye contact…those seconds before the actual kiss.. the air needs to sizzle!” Nat took a sip from her drink. You grabbed a can of soda out of the fridge and closed the door again.
While Nat, Pepper, Tony, Clint and Banner threw in other comments Loki stood from his seat and tilted his head slightly. A focused yet wicked grin started to toy with his lips when he began to walk towards you. As smooth as a jaguar on its prowl, his lean body swayed in certain yet slow steps towards you.
“Eum? Loki?” Tony asked but watched.
Pepper just hit his arm to shut him up.
Still 10 steps away his eyes captured yours and held on. Even if you had tried you could not have taken your gaze away from him. Your breath caught. His smile got deeper. Loki casually rolled up his long-sleeved shirt up to his elbows. Taking in a deep breath as if he wanted to catch your scent, he bit his lip.
Only 2 steps away from you, he reached out to grab the can of soda out of your hand with one hand and grabbed your hip with his other. Not interrupting his captivating stare, he put the can on the countertop of the bar and murmured in his deep voice “You don´t need that now…”
Slowly but firmly, he let his hand fan over your waist. His head dipped slightly, his minty fresh breath touched your skin while his eyes, hooded but certain in their endeavour travelled between yours and your lips. Keeping your bodies close, he walked you 2 steps back against the wall. One of his hands slowly made its way up your side. His long fingers brushing over the bare skin on your arms towards your neck. Loki wet his lips and took in another deep breath. The hand on your hip caressing you sensually and alternatingly with firm and soft strokes. He could feel your heart beat against his chest. It had picked up speed….but so had his.
Never in a million years had he thought to meet someone like you. Befriending you was easy and had healed his wounded soul. But after being friends for what seemed like an eternity to him, he wanted you to know that he wanted more. And Tony had unknowingly opened up the best way to make his point very clear.
Slowly Loki let his hand wander through your hair. His thumb softly grazed your lips, parted them. He inched closer. You could smell his expensive scent, it embedded itself in every cell of your body. One of your hands grabbed his shirt, held on. The other wandered up to rest on his chest. He was lean, muscular and all angles with his well defined and toned body but he felt soft under your grasp. He felt like you could melt into him. Entangle yourself so completely with him that you could not separate your bodies anymore. Good thing that he pressed you softly yet dominantly against the wall with his body because your knees got week when his nose touched yours and tenderly wandered to your cheek to let his breath send shivers through your frame. The soft moan against your ear did the rest to ruin your panties.
Loki leaned back ever so slightly to look into your eyes once more. Only to see that they were closed and your lips parted. He half grinned and let his thumb graze your lips yet again. His hand on your hip found its way under your shirt and teased your heated skin. The soft moan that wanted to escape your mouth got quieted when his lips sealed yours with a slow nip. A thousand sparks jolted through you. You could only focus on how soft his lips were, how addictively good he tasted, how he invaded all of your senses with his presence.
His whole body tingled. Your skin was so smooth and radiating heat towards him that his too long solitary soul greedily sucked in. When you parted your lips and called for another converge of lips, he lost all coherent thought. Loki felt your knees giving in, so he held you even tighter. He took in another breath before he slowly let his tongue graze your lips in a tentative way. Your response let him moan and made him throw all caution to the wind. There was only you and him now. Your aligning bodies, your touching lips, your dancing tongues and his caressing hands.
Loki came up for air once more and pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes half closed; his lips still parted. Slowly his hand weaved through your hair once more, his fingers wandering down to caress your collarbone. Travelling up again to tilt your chin upwards for one almost chaste kiss.
You could only hear your own heartbeat…and his and your panting breath for a moment.
“I think I need a cold shower after this peepshow!”
Naturally, it was Tony who spoke first. After a moment there was another voice.
“THAT!” Nat said still flabbergasted. “THAT made even my ears steam…Hope you took notes boys!”
Loki chuckled, not letting go of you, not moving away more than needed to look into your eyes.
“I´d like to iterate…” his deep timbre full of want and need. You just nodded still not able to form words. His grin was pure sin when he added. “Maybe we should try it again while in a horizontal position. I must admit my knees are a bit weak…”
That got a chuckle out of you and made him grin adorably.
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Note: Hey reader, it's raining here so i came up with this: Loki showing you his frost giant side for the first time and just him scared and alone. Hope you like it, or leave some feedback!
(p.s.) requests are open<3
Loki x reader
Words: 905
Warnings: none this is straight up fluff and tears
It’s pouring outside, you're alone in your bed. It's cold. The rain dripping off the window outside makes you feel extra chilled. It's always cold in the bed when he’s not home, there is no one there to hold on too and snuggle up to for warmth. You continue to stare out the window, rain, thunder, lighting, cold, wet, loud, comforting, blue. You hardly realize that Loki is now home and standing in the bedroom behind you, not trying to sneak up on you but just quiet by nature. Another clap of thunder sends chills down your spine and your breath hitches.
“Darling?” He asks. You jump and whirl around and catch his eyes, red, like blood, cold, harsh, he’s scared. You give him a warm smile and slowly get out of bed and walk towards him. You reach up to cup his face with your hands while standing on your tiptoes.
“Your skin… is freezing” you say in a low tone pausing because you need careful words. You're not afraid of him, quite the opposite actually. Although you haven't told him. He moves away from you and walks to the other end of the room. “Loki?” He spins to face you. “What is it?”
“Nothing darling.” He lies, you can hear it in his words. The god of mischief, a terrible liar, especially to you. “Loki.” You say this time, not asking. He looks directly at you, his eyes, red, still scared. He just shakes his head and quickly looks away. You carefully walk over to him and put a hand on his back. “Loki, please?” You ask again in a loving low tone. “I can’t.” He whispers. “It’s just me Loki. I’m here.” You rub your hand on his back and reach for his hand that the other was holding and pulling on the fingers. He looks at you again, his eyes, red, nervous, hurt. You grab his hand, cold. “I know darling, I just can’t hurt you…” he trails off lost in his own nightmare of a day dream. “Do you trust me?” you ask softly, tracing circles on his back. He’s pulled out of the dream. “ With my life but darling please…” he begs. “Then what does this change?” You ask again. He looks at you with tears in his eyes, red, scared, hurt, crying. “Everything.” He sighs. “It can't,” you say in return. “Loki, nothing you say is going to change the way I feel for you… ever.” Your tone is still low and lovingly, like a mother comforting a crying child. Tears stream down his face, you know Loki. Everything that's happened between him and his family, everything that’s hurt him, everyone who's hurt him. He confides in you which you love because you also confide in him. “I don’t have to say anything.” His tone is harsher, but not at you, the words. “Loki, please. Let me help you. Let me see you.” He turns to face you now and you see his eyes again, red, pain, scared, harsh, deep, cold.
“I’m a monster” he looks directly into your eyes now like he’s staring into your soul. “That’s not true” you say, matching his tone. “You don’t know who I am.” he says and walks away from you to the other side of the room by the door. “ I know who you are to me.” You don’t move. “Loki.”
“Darling?” He asks as if it’s for forgiveness. “Why are your eyes red?” You ask wanting answers. He uses his magic to phase back to ‘normal’ self. “Don’t do that.” you tell him. “Don’t do what?” He asks sarcastically. “You know damn well what.” You say. “Using your magic to avoid telling me whatever it is that is clearly going on.” You sound mad. You're not. Just concerned. “Loki.” He looks back at you with tears in his eyes again. “Please?” you ask him again softly. He looks down. His skin turns blue, and unique patterns of shades of blue and grey cover him. Narrow ridges outline the features on his face. His eyes, blood red, deep, scared, nervous, crying, hurt, in pain, cold, harsh. You walk towards him slowly, almost asking for permission to touch him. You reach your hands up to cup his face and his hands fall to rest on your waist. “I’m a monster.” he tells you again. “And I love you.” you say for the first time. He stares at you like he’s never been told this. “I’m a frost giant.” he tells you like he wants to change your mind. (because of the spell odin placed on him as a baby his cold skin is not harmful.)
“You're beautiful.” You say and pull his head down to kiss his forehead. Tears stream down his face. “I love you too.” He says and keeps staring into your eyes. You wipe his tears and kiss him. You trace your fingers over the patterns on his face while he just looks at you. You look up to meet his eyes, red, love, deep, no pain, still cold, soft, no tears, safe.
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You both climb into the bed and you are reminded of the coldness just before he pulls you close and you snuggle up against him for warmth. You look out the window at the rain dripping out the window and fall asleep to the sound of thunder, his breathing and the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Loki 1.04 "The Nexus Event" is the most important "Lokius" episode. It's a masterpiece of subtext.
Loki: You betrayed me.
Mobius: You betrayed me.
Loki: Grow up!
Mobius: You grow up. (They will do it successfully eventually)
Loki: What am I? The God of Self-Sabotage, yeah? The God of Back-Stabbing?
Mobius: Just kind of an asshole and a bad friend.
Loki: I crave attention because I'm... I'm a narcissistic. And I suppose it's... It's because I'm scared to be alone.
I suspect this is why he fell for Sylvie, a love that it's NOT REAL: an "imaginary dagger. But keep in mind that Sylvie it's important to Loki because he sees himself in her, she's his mirror. He depends on his self-image due to his narcissistic tendencies and need not to feel alone. This kind of love it's not real. Loki needs to transform his emotional dependence in something pure and healthy. He can't answer to Mobius questions because he's really confused. He lacks the tools to comprehend fully what their "connection" is, that's why he hesitates in front of Sylvie. Only after he understands the nature of this bond they can destroy the Sacred Timeline.
Sif: You are alone and you always will be. (Guess who comes right after this sad moment to prove the contrary? )
Mobius: Okay, Loki. You ready to talk?
Loki: "You. You conniving, craven, pathetic worm. You did this". Right? (Guess who comes right after this self-loathing moment to motivate him?)
Mobius: What are you doing?
Mobius: Do you really think you deserve to be alone? Loki!
Loki: You told me to shut up.
Mobius: Do you believe you deserve to be alone?
Loki: I don't know.
Mobius: You better figure it out quick, because the next event the two of you caused, whatever that connection is, can bring this whole place down.
Mobius: So, I just have to trust the word of two Loki?
Loki: How about the word of a friend? (The "bad friend" grew up fortunately)
Mobius: And if you wanna save her (implied also Loki himself because of the "two Loki" previous reference) , you need to trust me. Can we do that?
Loki: Yes.
Mobius: You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good. I mean just in case anyone ever told you different. (Loki is not alone)
Mobius speaks always words of truth.
These are the first important steps to build another "connection", based on a REAL foundation.
Loki: Is this hell? Am I dead?
Others Loki: Not yet. But you will be unless you come with us.
Again, Loki is not alone, Mobius' words changed him, he's learning to trust others people. Sylvie is not the only one who can help him to break the Sacred Timeline, that's why he was interrupted before confessing whatever he was feeling for her, it was not destiny (at least I hope).
