Mobius wants to take Loki on a date. Loki is always wining and dining him and he wants to do something nice for Loki, too.
So, he hears about how a rather large local bookstore has recently added not just a cafe, but also added real food and alcohol to their store. Knowing that Loki is an avid reader, Mobius brings him there.
He brings Loki to this bookstore and lets him eat whatever he wants, has drinks with him, and then lets him browse the entire bookstore and buys him several books.
Then he brings him back home and curls up with him on the couch while they each read their own books, just quietly in each other's space.
It's honestly the best and most thoughtful date anyone has ever taken Loki on and when he thinks about the memory of it later, he feels his eyes become wet. And it didn't even end in sex. They just went to sleep together. And Mobius made him tea and breakfast the next morning.
Loki has never felt so loved and seen or so pleasantly vulnerable in his life and if he wasn't already in love with Mobius before this he sure as Hel would be now.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Just cute little fun writing I did while in the car on a trip
Loki wakes up with a headache, a blurry memory, and *you* in his bed. Which would be a lot easier to process if he didn’t already lowkey… highkey… like you. As he tries to piece together what happened the night before, he finds himself hoping—just a little—that whatever happened, it meant something. Even if you can’t remember either.
Because maybe it’s not the awkwardness of waking up next to you that gets him—it’s the fact that it doesn’t feel wrong. Not at all.
Loki woke up and immediately decided he wished he hadn’t…
His head throbs painfully from a night he can barely remember. Grabbing mindlessly at the air, he reaches next to where he is laying, searching for his glasses he’ll never let anyone know he wears. His hand grazes something that is very much *not* glasses. Slowly turning to the side, he sees you. Hair messy, mouth open, shirt askew.
Drawing his hand back, he turns quickly, hoping the moment he turned back you’d be gone. Much to his dismay, this wasn’t the case.
Here’s the thing, he tolerates your presence… maybe even likes you… ok definitely likes you, much to his dismay. But he has no idea why you would be in his bed. You are one of the few people he tolerates in this tower. Your powers are similar enough that he can teach you how to control yours, and you let him, even though you definitely don’t need the help. He hopes dearly you two hadn’t done anything last night. That would make things awkward… right? I mean, out of anyone in the tower to spend a night with, you made the most sense. But he’s a god, kind of… Thinking about it, he doesn’t have many reasons to *not* want you in his bed… maybe none. I mean you’re funny, entertaining, loveable, and tolerating of his unruly attitude.
Sure, he likes to wake up early to make sure you bump into each other on the way to the kitchen. He lives for the fact that when you laugh in the morning, it’s a little gravelly from sleep. He wants to be the first to hear you speak every day, and he wants you to be the same for him. And yes, he schedules his training to be at the same time as yours, but that’s just so he can help you with your magic. Maybe he doesn’t mind if you had done something together last night. Maybe he only resents the fact he can’t remember it.
Turning again, no longer ignoring your existence, he gently reaches a hand out to brush a small piece of hair from your mouth. You groan a little in your sleep and he has to stifle a laugh at how utterly *yourself* you are. If he can’t remember last night, maybe you can’t either… and if that’s the case, then he should make the morning less awkward.
Standing gently, he wanders to the kitchen, hoping no one else is awake. Looking around, he starts a pot of coffee, because he might as well, other people are gonna drink it eventually, it’s just more practical this way. Standing in the center of the kitchen, he tries to remember what your favorite breakfast food is. He’s not good at using a stove so eggs aren’t an option. He starts rifling through shelves looking for a waffle maker. He finds nothing.
In a last-ditch effort, he turns to the fridge. Inside he finds a granola bar… why… yogurt, and some fruit. Now *this* seems like something he can figure out. He makes the yogurt bowl quickly and turns as the coffee finishes brewing at the same time. Grabbing a tray, he assembles everything nicely, adding a cup of milk, a cup of juice, and some sweetener for the coffee. Slowly, he starts to lift the tray, which wobbles in his hand, before remembering…he can just lift it with magic. Doing so, he makes his way back to his room and opens the door slowly, hoping you’re still there.
Glancing in, he chuckles as he sees you now starfished in the middle of the bed. He carefully sets the tray on his bedside table and sits next to you in a small space of the bed you don’t currently occupy. As if sensing his presence, your body turns to curl against him. He freezes. He already has no idea what he was gonna say when you woke up, now he doesn’t know what he’s gonna *do.* Should he move?
A small groan leaves your lips and you slowly start to blink your eyes open. Internally, he starts to freak out, having no idea what he should do or say.
Sitting up and meeting his eyes, you give a sleepy grin. He awkwardly smiles in return, his hand fidgeting at his sides.
“Um… good morning, I made food… and coffee,” he can’t help but groan at how awkward he sounds.
You look behind him at the food, smiling wider. “Oooh, thank you!” you say, reaching for him to pass you the tray. Looking down, you giggle at how many cups sit there.
“I couldn’t decide on what drink to grab you so I just grabbed all of them…” he starts to ramble, staring down at the tray and pointing to things, “I couldn’t find a waffle maker so…” and “I know you like this brand of coffee so I made sure to brew that one…”
You place a hand on his fidgeting ones and urge him to meet your gaze. “This looks delicious, thank you. How’d you know I would be so thirsty I’d need three different drinks?” you say, lightening the mood.
He can’t help the genuine smile that rises. He’s glad the morning isn’t awkward. He feels a little forlorn you couldn’t remember the night either.
Pausing after taking a bite, you look up. “OH! How did the movie end, by the way?” you ask.
He just sits there, confused.
“I was so tired after training, I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep. We probably shouldn’t have drank that whole bottle of wine after too,” you say, resuming your eating.
Oh… OH… “I fell asleep too,” he says, chuckling half-heartedly.
Maybe he should be relieved nothing happened between you.
And yet for some reason he’s not…
Guys I had to take a break on writing long for stuff so we have this cute little drabble. Lemme know if you like it!!! First time writing about my bae kind nervous hehe
Summary: The baby hasn’t moved. Not all day. And you haven’t said a word—not wanting to panic Loki, not trusting your own voice. But that quiet dread has taken root deep inside you. It’s only when Loki touches your bump and feels the same stillness that the illusion breaks. What follows is fear, magic, and the most fragile kind of hope. Because your child isn’t gone. They’re just waiting—for their father’s voice.
Content Warnings: pregnancy fear (baby not moving), emotional distress, mild panic, healing magic, resolution with movement, soft fluff after heaviness
You didn’t mean to keep it to yourself.
At first, it was just a few hours.
Then five.
Then seven.
No flutters. No rolls. No gentle nudges against your ribs.
Just silence.
Just… stillness.
You told yourself it was fine. Maybe they were tired. Maybe they’d changed positions. Maybe you were overthinking it. After all, everything was fine yesterday. Everything had been fine.
But as the sun began to set and shadows crept in, so did fear.
And you still didn’t say anything.
Not when Loki brought you tea.
Not when he curled behind you on the couch.
Not when he kissed your shoulder and asked softly, “How are my loves tonight?”
You smiled.
Nodded.
Lied.
It wasn’t until later—when you climbed into bed and adjusted the blankets over your bump—that he finally noticed.
He was brushing his fingers lightly over your belly, whispering in Old Norse, the way he always did before sleep.
And when there was no response, he paused.
Frowned.
“You’re quiet tonight,” he said softly, eyes on your stomach.
You froze.
Then, quietly, brokenly—
“They haven’t moved.”
His eyes snapped to yours.
You swallowed hard. “Not since I woke up. I didn’t want to… say anything. In case it was nothing.”
He was already reaching.
Already pulling the blankets down.
Already pressing his cool, steady hand over your skin.
And when he felt it—that same, hollow stillness—you saw the fear ripple across his face.
Raw. Real.
“Lie back,” he said gently, already moving. “Let me try something.”
Loki knelt beside the bed, both hands cradling your belly now.
His magic shimmered faintly beneath his palms, icy blue and gold.
Runes lit the air, ancient and protective.
You closed your eyes, clutching the sheets as tears slipped free.
“What if something’s wrong?” you whispered.
His voice cracked as he answered, “Then we will face it. Together.”
He began murmuring again—softer now, ancient words humming low in his chest like a heartbeat.
His magic sank deeper.
Searching.
Seeking.
Calling.
And then—
A flicker.
Like a whisper.
Then another.
Kick.
You gasped.
Loki froze.
Then smiled—small, stunned, eyes shining with unshed tears.
“They’re here,” he breathed. “They’re with us.”
You covered your mouth as your chest heaved.
The baby kicked again—stronger this time, like they’d been waiting to hear his voice.
And suddenly, it all came rushing out of you—the fear, the relief, the weight you hadn’t even known you were carrying.
You sobbed, and Loki was already holding you.
Cradling your bump from behind, kissing your cheek, whispering thank yous into your hair.
“They just needed me,” he murmured. “They needed us.”
You didn’t sleep right away that night.
You lay awake for hours, hands joined over your belly, waiting for every little movement.
And Loki never stopped touching you.
As if he could keep them safe through sheer will alone.
As if loving you both hard enough could hold the stars in place.
Summary: She’s sixteen now—sharp, powerful, beautiful. A quiet storm of magic and strength. But with adolescence comes chaos: emotional spikes, magical flares, and expectations too heavy for her shoulders. And when the palace grows too loud and the pressure becomes too much, she still runs to the one place where it all settles. His arms. His blue. Her father's calm. Her safe place. She might be growing up, but she’ll never outgrow him.
Expectations. Glares. Prideful Asgardian voices speaking of legacy and power and who she should become. Council meetings she wasn’t allowed in but somehow was expected to understand. Magical control lessons that never quite went right because her power wasn’t shaped like anyone else’s.
She wasn’t Æsir.
She wasn’t Midgardian.
And even when she shifted blue—when her hands pulsed with cold light—people stared.
As if it meant something dangerous.
As if she was something dangerous.
Her vision blurred.
Her palms sparked.
The doors to the council hall slammed behind her as she walked out without a word.
And then she ran.
Y/N saw her pass by.
Just a flicker of a robe, the sharp turn of her daughter’s jaw, the way her hands were clenched too tightly at her sides.
She didn’t stop her.
Didn’t call out.
She just turned quietly and said, “She’s going to him.”
She found him in the observatory.
It was nearly empty—just the stars, the silence, and the swirling map of the Nine Realms hovering in quiet orbit above the marble floor.
Loki stood beneath it, hands clasped behind his back, head tilted slightly as he tracked the path of a comet.
He didn’t turn when the door opened.
Didn’t speak.
But his posture shifted.
And he said, softly—
“I felt you coming.”
Her lip quivered.
She was sixteen now.
She had grown tall, graceful, intimidating in the way her mother always was—quiet power, glowing beneath the surface.
But now?
She looked small.
Tears hovered at the edge of her lashes.
“I tried,” she whispered. “I really did.”
Loki turned slowly.
He didn’t ask what happened.
He didn’t need to.
He crossed the room, pulled her into his arms, and said the only thing that mattered:
“You don’t have to explain.”
She buried her face in his chest.
Her whole body was shaking.
Her magic flared once—bright and sharp, like a spike of frost up her spine—and she sobbed against him.
“Papa—” her voice cracked, “I—I can’t stop it.”
“You don’t have to stop it,” he said. “Let me carry it.”
And then he shifted.
Right there, in the quiet light of the cosmos.
Skin turned blue.
Eyes glowed crimson.
Cool and still and anchored.
Her shaking eased almost instantly.
Her arms wrapped tighter around his waist, cheek pressed to his chest.
And she sighed.
Not just a breath—but a full-body, spirit-sinking exhale.
“I needed this,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“You always know.”
They stayed like that for a long time.
Her head tucked under his chin.
His hand rubbing slow circles over her back.
The silence of space curling around them like a blanket.
Loki’s voice was low when he spoke again.
“I never expected you’d still want this,” he murmured. “Not when you grew. Not when you could control it yourself.”
She pulled back just enough to look up at him—eyes red, cheeks damp.
“I can control it,” she said. “But it still hurts.”
He nodded once.
“You’ve never said that before.”
She shrugged. “Everyone expects me to be powerful. Graceful. Strong. You know—your daughter.”
“You are my daughter.”
“And still… I just wanted you.”
Loki swallowed hard.
His hand came to her face, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing away the tear trailing down her temple.
“You will always have me. In any form you need.”
Her lips trembled.
“Even when I’m twenty?”
“Even when you’re five hundred.”
She smiled.
“Cool papa forever?”
“Cool papa forever.”
Y/N watched them from the doorway, arms folded over her chest, a soft ache blooming in her heart.
She didn’t disturb them.
Didn’t speak.
Just watched the two people she loved most in the world glow soft and blue under the stars—magic sparking in quiet harmony, like two lanterns made of frost and devotion.
And when her daughter pressed her forehead to Loki’s and whispered, “Thank you for being my quiet…”
Summary: She’s nearly full-term now, round and glowing and aching with every breath. When the baby won’t settle deep into the night, Y/N slips out of bed to the sitting room. Loki wakes moments later, sensing both her absence—and their baby’s restlessness. What follows is soft and slow, his voice like velvet and his magic like starlight as he soothes them both back to peace.
Moonlight streamed in through the tall windows of their sitting room, pale and silver across the marble floor. The fire had long gone out, but the embers still glowed faintly in the hearth, casting soft light across the velvet lounge and towering bookshelves.
Y/N eased down onto the chaise with a sigh, one hand pressed to the side of her belly.
“Alright, little one,” she murmured. “I get it. You’re crowded. I’m crowded. Neither of us is sleeping.”
The baby rolled hard beneath her hand—another kick just beneath her ribs.
She winced and rubbed slow circles over the curve of her stomach. Nearly full-term now, she could barely tie her own sandals, barely sleep on her side, barely sit without feeling like her bones were separating.
And tonight?
Tonight the baby was wide awake.
Wiggling. Stretching. Squirming like starlight just under her skin.
She leaned back and exhaled slowly.
“Maybe you’re practicing chaos already,” she whispered with a smile. “Just like your father.”
She didn’t hear Loki wake.
Didn’t hear the soft shuffle of bare feet down the hallway.
But moments later, a warm hand rested on her shoulder.
“Why didn’t you wake me, dove?” came his voice—rough from sleep, soft as ever.
Y/N looked up.
Loki was shirtless, robe hanging loose around his shoulders, hair tousled from the pillow. His green eyes searched her face as he knelt beside her.
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she said quietly. “You’ve been up late all week.”
He shook his head and kissed her temple.
“You’re carrying our entire future. You are never a disturbance.”
He rested his palm over her belly.
The baby kicked hard.
Loki’s eyebrows lifted.
“Restless little beast, aren’t you?”
Y/N groaned. “They haven’t stopped moving for hours. I’ve tried lying on my side, sitting up, warm tea, singing—”
He hummed thoughtfully, eyes fluttering shut as he focused.
His magic sparked under his fingertips.
She felt it instantly—like a soft wave of cool starlight washing across her skin.
And then—
The baby stilled.
Not completely.
But the wild wriggling eased into slow, gentle shifting.
Like they’d recognized the magic. Or the voice that carried it.
Loki kept his hand in place, his lips brushing her shoulder.
“Shh,” he whispered to the swell of her belly. “It’s alright. We’re here. You are safe. You are warm. You are loved.”
Y/N blinked quickly, overcome.
“You always know what they need.”
“I don’t always know,” Loki said softly. “But I feel them. Every stir. Every flutter. Every spark of emotion.” His hand moved in slow, circular patterns. “They were anxious. Confused. It must be so strange, being so near the end of becoming.”
She smiled through watery eyes. “They get it from you.”
Loki smirked. “I was never this squirmy.”
“You are this squirmy.”
He raised a brow. “Careful, my love. You’re carrying a chaos god’s child.”
“And he’s carrying me,” she said, voice full of affection.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, hand never leaving her belly.
They stayed like that for a while—curled together on the velvet lounge, the fire fading to coals behind them, the only sound their quiet breaths and the faint stirring of life beneath his palm.
Eventually, the baby calmed completely.
A slow roll.
Then stillness.
Then sleep.
Loki exhaled, brushing a hand through her hair.
“Come back to bed,” he said, voice laced with magic. “Let me hold you both while you rest.”
Y/N nodded, eyes already heavy.
“You’re my favorite spell,” she whispered.
He smiled and helped her up, one hand always steadying her, the other cradling the swell of their child like it was the most sacred thing in the realms.
Later, back in bed, with her head on his chest and his hand draped protectively over her bump, Loki whispered to the dark:
“I’ll guard your dreams, little star.”
And somewhere in the silence, the baby fluttered once, softly.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Summary: The palace is quiet, the sun is rising, and there’s no rush to be anywhere. Loki and Y/N spend the early hours tangled in silk sheets and slow kisses, the soft curve of her tiny baby bump glowing in the light. She’s wrapped in nothing but a loosely tied silk robe, and to Loki—she’s never looked more divine.
The golden light of morning spilled slowly across their bed.
It touched the marble floor first, warming the edges of Loki’s discarded cloak. Then it reached the sheets—silk, tangled, sleep-soft. And finally, it kissed the curve of her stomach, where it peeked bare beneath a barely-tied robe the color of moonlight.
She stirred slowly, nestled against him. One leg draped over his. Hair tickling his chest. Her robe had slipped lower in the night—untied and forgotten—so that now it hung open just enough for her belly to glow in the sun.
Loki didn’t dare move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t even breathe too loudly.
He just watched her.
Watched the slow, steady rise of her breath. The way her fingers curled in his. The slight shift of the bump when she shifted in her sleep.
Four months.
Still small.
But undeniable now.
He moved carefully, brushing a knuckle along her stomach, feeling her warmth beneath his skin.
Their child.
Alive. Growing. Already so loved.
Y/N blinked slowly awake, humming softly as her hand came up to rest over his.
“Mmm,” she whispered, voice rough with sleep. “You’re staring.”
“Every morning,” he murmured.
“I haven’t brushed my hair.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I haven’t tied my robe.”
“Don’t,” he said, voice low. “I like seeing you like this.”
She smiled, eyes still half-shut. “You always say that.”
“And it’s always true.”
He leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her cheek, then her collarbone. She shifted closer, her leg tightening around his hip.
“I can feel your magic,” she whispered.
“It’s humming,” he said, hand cradling the side of her belly now. “It always does around you.”
“And them?”
He nodded slowly, pulling back just enough to look at her.
“They’re quiet this morning. Dreaming, maybe.”
“Already more like you, then,” she teased. “Elegant and still.”
He smirked. “Let’s hope they don’t inherit your need to steal the blankets.”
“Excuse me?!”
“You’ve cocooned yourself in that robe like a silken burrito.”
She laughed, full and soft, shifting so her belly brushed against his stomach. He stilled at the contact.
“I’ll never get used to this,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the swell of her skin. “The way you look. The way you feel.”
“You mean tired and sore?”
“I mean divine.”
She flushed, hand sliding into his hair.
“Stay like this with me,” she whispered.
“I have nowhere else I’d rather be.”
They lay together in silence for a while, the weight of the world shut out behind gold curtains and marble doors. The only things that existed were warmth, and breath, and the miracle growing quietly between them.
Loki reached down and traced a slow circle over her bump with his fingertip.
“Do you think they can hear us?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
“Then I should tell them something important.”
He kissed the center of her belly, right where the silk parted.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Both of you. More than this realm. More than all the stars combined.”
Y/N blinked hard, her throat tightening.
“Loki…”
“You don’t need to say it back,” he said, eyes glowing. “Just let me stay here. In this moment. With my entire world wrapped in silk beside me.”
I loved your Unintentional fic I hope you do another part!!!!
Unintentional (Part 2)
Part 1
Pairing: Loki x Shy!Autistic!Fem!Reader
Summary: Loki tries to explain himself to you. Things don't go as either of you planned.
Warnings/tags: Soft Loki (probably OOC), angst, upset reader, minor character death (mentioned), mentions of mind control, mentions of delusions, mentions of alcohol, Frigga is a sweetheart, mentions of hospitals, implications of sensory overload, mentions of meltdowns, mentions of autism
A/N: I'm so sorry, this one isn't my best writing…
*************************************************
"L/N? L/N, can you hear me?"
Groaning softly, you open your eyes to see Romanoff sitting by your bed.
She breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness."
Thank goodness? What's she on about?
Then a wave of dread hits you.
Loki.
You were supposed to protect him if he got captured again.
And judging by the fact that Romanoff's sitting by your bed, that means he has been captured.
"Where is he?" you demand.
Romanoff looks confused. "Where's who?"
"Loki. Where is he?"
"Oh… Loki." Romanoff shrugs. "He's in a holding cell for the time being. Don't worry, we'll make him pay for what he did to you."
Make him pay? But he didn't hurt me! "I need to see him."
"L/N…"
There's a commotion outside the room, and Romanoff goes to investigate.
"What's going on?" she demands.
"Stark wants to see L/N," sighs someone. It sounds like Agent Hill.
Romanoff shrugs. "That's all?"
"The doctor said that she wasn't supposed to be excited or stressed out."
"Look, just send him in. The sooner we get this over with, the better."
"How about we send Cap in instead?" suggests another voice.
Dr Banner? What's he doing here?
"Hey, why does Cap get the special treatment around here?" someone else (presumably Stark) complains.
"Because he knows how to deal with people, and you don't," snaps Romanoff. "She's awake, Cap; you can go in."
"Thanks." A blond guy pokes his head around the door. "Am I okay to come in?"
You nod, and immediately regret it as a wave of pain washes over you.
The blond guy - presumably the aforementioned 'Cap' - sits in Romanoff's chair. "Look, I know this isn't going to be easy," he begins, his voice gentle. "But we need to know everything that happened to you after you were - captured."
"Captured?" Since when was I captured?
Cap leans forward. "L/N, I don't know what Loki said to you, or how he manipulated you into going with him, and I know it's going to be hard to hear, but - you were captured."
You take a deep breath. "Look, just - just tell me what happened - how you found Loki, what you did with him."
He sighs. "We don't know how Loki got hold of you, but we found him at Stark Tower, with you. You were in a pretty bad way. Do you have any idea how that happened?"
"The Destroyer gun."
"What?"
"It was a prototype weapon that Coulson fired at Loki. He took the brunt of the blast, cannoned into me, and we both went straight through a wall. That's why I was hurt."
Cap looks carefully at you. "No other reason?"
You shake your head. "Not that I can remember."
"What did you do afterwards?"
You pause. "I - my memory's not very clear. I…"
Cap waits as you pretend to try and recall what happened. You know full well what happened (how could you forget?), but you have no intention of telling the truth yet, at least until you've seen Loki, and agreed either to a plausible story, or to tell the truth.
"I'm sorry, I really don't remember," you say. "I suppose I was on autopilot. I probably just ran away, and then fainted or something. I did hit my head, so my memory's not very clear."
"That's okay," says Cap kindly. "So, just to recall, Agent Coulson fired this destroyer weapon at Loki, and you got caught in the crossfire. Is that what happened?"
"Yeah, but I was behind him - Loki, I mean. So it wasn't really the crossfire, as such. But you could call it that."
Cap nods. "That'll be all for now. Thank you for your time, L/N."
You're not really sure how to respond, so you just smile, and nod, trying hard not to wince as another wave of pain hits you.
You feel a bit guilty lying to him, because he does seem like he genuinely wants to help, but you really don't want to tell the truth until you've had the go-ahead from Loki, because whatever you say will impact him, whether positively or negatively - but most likely the latter.
You can hear hushed voices in the corridor, and even though it gives you a headache, you strain to try and hear what they're saying.
You're woken up by yet another commotion outside your room.
This one's louder, and sounds a lot more violent, so you strain to hear what's going on.
"…can't let him see her…"
"What if he…"
"…wants to see him…"
"…could kill us all…"
There's a knock at your door, and Romanoff pokes her head in.
"Hey, L/N, sorry to disturb you, but - Loki wants to see you. He - um, he threatened to break out of his cell and come see you by himself if we didn't let him…"
You try hard to suppress a smile. "That's fine. Him wanting to see me, I mean."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
Romanoff doesn't look too impressed, but nods. "Okay. He'll be here in a minute."
You can hardly contain your relief at the fact that Loki's finally coming to see you. Or the delight that he wants to see you. It's been a few days since you first woke up, and you've asked about seeing Loki a couple of times, but the Avengers usually deflect, or (in the case of Stark) firmly say no.
The door opens, and Loki steps in, handcuffed, with Thor just behind him, presumably in case he should try anything.
Oh, darling… Loki's face is impassive, but you can see that his eyes are glassy. I was so worried.
You sigh. I'm sorry I didn't hold up my end of the bargain.
Loki shrugs. It matters not. I just want to make sure you're alright. Are you?
You bite your lip. I'm tired, achy, and I feel like I never want to move again.
Loki moves to sit down by your bed. How have they been treating you?
Surprisingly well. They all seem to think that you captured me, and tortured me, or something, and I've been too nervous to tell the truth, in case they think my brain's turned to mush or something.
They probably would. Loki sighs. I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you.
You smile shyly. You did your best. And you know, it's kind of ironic that the organisation that was supposed to protect me turned out being the one that injured me.
Loki's eyes darken. That fool Coulson. I wish I could make him pay for what he did, but he's already dead.
Dead?
He died of that stab wound I gave him.
So you kind of got preliminary revenge.
I was acting in self-defence, but I suppose you could look at it that way.
Your heart gives a guilty leap when you remember that Thor's right there. Can he hear us?
Loki shakes his head. Not under these circumstances, although he can sometimes read thoughts.
You breathe a sigh of relief. Good.
Loki turns to Thor, who's been staring at you like you're both crazy. "Do I really need these handcuffs?"
Thor glares at him. "Yes. And they're not coming off."
You glance at Loki. Are those Asgardian handcuffs?
Loki shakes his head. I think they're just hoping that Thor can overpower me, should I try to escape.
Kind of stupid, if you ask me. Then you get an idea. What if I try to convince Thor to take the handcuffs off you?
Loki shrugs. You can try.
Okay. You take a deep breath. Look, Thor-
Out loud, sweet.
You blush, take another deep breath, and begin again. "Thor - does Loki really need to be handcuffed? Couldn't he just break out of them anyway?"
Thor stares at you like you've gone crazy. "Lady L/N…"
Now that you're over the first hurdle, your confidence begins to grow. "Look, I don't know what he's told you, or if you've even interrogated him, but he didn't hurt me. You must believe me."
"Lady L/N, you were very badly hurt - you were unconscious - when we found you. You said yourself that your memory was hazy-"
"Well, I lied."
Thor stares at you in utter shock and disbelief.
Your heart's jumping about wildly, but you keep going. "I didn't want to say anything that would negatively impact Loki."
Now it's Loki's turn to stare at you. You did - you what? How - why…?
Taking a third deep breath, you continue. "Anything I said - the Avengers could have twisted it to make an excuse to torture him - to - oh, I don't know - double his sentence, give him a worse punishment…"
"Well-" Thor looks like he's desperately trying to collect his thoughts. "What actually happened?"
You glance nervously at Loki. Should I?
Loki nods, his face impassive. Go on.
So you tell Thor exactly what happened.
His face turns from shock, to disbelief, to something you can't quite place.
Finally, he turns to his brother. "Is this true?" he demands.
Loki nods.
Thor turns back to you. "Lady L/N - why would you keep this from us? We were trying to help you."
"But you weren't trying to help Loki. And - well…" You look helplessly at Loki.
Loki mumbles something.
"Speak up!" snaps Thor.
"She's my soulmate."
"Who?"
"Y/N. She's my soulmate. She could read my thoughts. That's why I was protecting her."
The air in the room suddenly shifts. Soulmate? What's he on about? That's why I could get into your head? Then why-
Thor grabs Loki's arm roughly enough to make him wince. "We're going. Now."
You suddenly fling your book aside, sighing in frustration.
It's been several weeks since Loki last visited you, and the Avengers have been acting really weird. You thought they'd be angry, but they've been weirdly nice. They seem to be under the impression that you were mind-controlled by Loki, which you know is ridiculous, since neither of you had even been near the Sceptre when you first decided to help him.
You haven't really recovered from your injuries yet, but you're well enough to get out of bed, which is a relief, because now you can hide from the Avengers if they take to whispering outside your door again.
"Hello."
You jump in fright when you hear Loki's voice.
"Oh - I'm terribly sorry, darling. I didn't mean to frighten you."
It's fine.
Loki smiles. "It's alright. I already soundproofed the room. We can talk freely here."
"Okay."
Loki goes to stand with his back to the fireplace. "I expect this is all very confusing for you, all this soulmate business. I'm sorry I had to tell you under those circumstances, sweet. If things had been different…"
You nod. "It's fine."
Loki sighs. "It still doesn't excuse my giving you such a nasty shock. You ended up relapsing, I heard?"
You shake your head. "They're exaggerating. My social battery died."
Loki frowns. "Your - social battery?"
"I was tired from socialising. It takes up a lot of my energy. And I was already tired from all those injuries."
Even though he tries to hide it, you can see him visibly relax. "Well - do you have any questions for me?"
Which one to ask first? "Why can you read my thoughts, but I can't read yours?"
"I can shield my thoughts - something I actually need to teach you."
You suddenly feel a hot wave of anger hit you. Wait… is he lying to me?
"Look," you begin, rather irritably. "Why are you being so nice to me? I know there's the soulmate thing, but you - you just don't seem like the sort of guy who's just going around calling pretty girls pet names, and being super patient with them. And I'm not even that pretty. What's going on?"
Loki opens his mouth to explain, but the look on your face shuts him up before he can speak, so he just watches you with a strangely sad look on his face.
Not that it matters to you. "You realise that I nearly helped you destroy New York, that I've managed to alienate the Avengers - who were genuinely trying to help me, and that I'm now on SHIELD's blacklist? All because I was trying to protect you!"
The pain in your muscles when you stand up nearly makes you fall, but you grit your teeth against the pain, ignoring Loki's outstretched hand. "I'm done. I'm sick of trying to protect someone against people who won't listen to me, because they think I'm delusional! If you want to explain yourself to me properly - then - well - just-"
Having run out of words, you simply storm out of the room, leaving a speechless Loki behind.
"I don't get it," you later complain to Dr Banner. "A few weeks earlier, I was trying to protect him, and now I'm storming off because I think he's lying to me?"
Banner shrugs. "You've got the wrong person. Talk to Thor."
"I know Asgardian relationships aren't your specialty-" you begin.
"Actually, I'm clueless."
"-but you're the only Avenger here who I haven't actually lied to."
"So you want me to talk to Thor."
You nod. "More or less."
"You do realise he's not mad at you?"
You shrug. "Well, maybe he isn't mad at me, but he's kind of - terrifying, to be honest."
"Who's terrifying?" asks Stark. "Oh, hey, Y/N. How's it going?"
You're more than a little weirded out by his sudden friendliness. Is it because I yelled at Loki? "Oh, uh, yeah - hi…"
"Stark, do you know where Thor is?" asks Banner.
Stark shrugs. "No idea. Probably the training room." As you turn to leave, he calls after you. "Oh, Y/N?"
You turn back. "Yeah?"
"It's Nat's birthday, so we're having a party. Do you want to come?"
Your mind is racing as you go to find the training room.
What was I thinking? I can't go to a party! I don't have anything to wear! I don't even know where it is!
Fortunately, the training room's now up ahead, and you hastily stop catastrophising in favour of trying to thing what questions you're going to ask Thor.
He's just finishing up his workout as you walk in, so you stay right near the wall, just in case.
He grins when he sees you. "Oh - Lady Y/N! What brings you here?"
"I - um - I have some questions for you." Why do I sound so businesslike?
"Is this about the soulmate situation?" asks Thor.
You nod. "I just - why do you guys make such a big deal out of it? On Earth, it's usually kind of a myth. Nobody really takes the idea too seriously - well, I certainly didn't. Not until now."
Thor shrugs. "I'm afraid I don't have much experience in this. I have sent for my mother - who I think will have more knowledge of this than I, so when she arrives, you could talk to her."
You'd forgotten that Stark's parties are notoriously loud and boisterous. And that they're massive.
All of which is a very, very bad combination for you.
Fortunately, no-one's really noticed you, but the smell of alcohol is giving you a headache, the loud music is hurting your ears, and the crowd's beginning to feel suffocating - whether from actual lack of oxygen or sensory overload, you have no idea.
I have to get out before I have a meltdown.
You make your way to the exit, hoping that nobody notices you.
"Lady Y/N!"
Biting back curses, you turn around to see Thor waving at you.
"My mother has arrived! Shall I take you to her?"
You nod. Wonderful. Another social interaction.
But at least you can leave the party.
Thor's mother's face lights up when she sees you. "So, you are the Y/N that my sons have told us so much about," she says, with a smile. "It's lovely to meet you, dear. My name's Frigga."
"Uh - yeah… Nice to meet you too."
Once you're both settled, Frigga comes straight to the point. "I understand you have some questions on the soulmate situation."
You nod. "Why is it such a big deal with you guys?"
Frigga smiles. "Well, on Asgard, it's expected that you marry once you reach a certain age - what Midgardians would call your twenties, I believe. We have not the option of divorce, which means we must either find our soulmate, or make an eligible match with someone similar. Meeting your soulmate before then is very rare, and being soulmates with each other - that is even rarer."
"But how do you know if you're soulmates?"
"There are several stages. The first is being able to read each other's thoughts. Loki can read yours, I understand."
"But I can't read his. At least - he claims it's because he can shield his mind, but-"
Frigga sighs. "It is difficult to know whether my son tells the truth or not. He's always been one for mischief, and he is an excellent liar, but-" She sighs. "I have talked to him about this, and something about his manner leads me to believe that he is being truthful, but - he has deceived me before."
"What's the second stage?"
"The need to protect the other."
"Well, I certainly experienced that," you say. "And I think Loki might have?"
Frigga nods. "He did. And he still does, I believe."
"And the third stage?"
"The third stage depends on your soulmate's honesty. If your soulmate is generally dishonest, then you won't believe anything they say, even if they are telling the truth."
"Hang on." You hold up a hand. "Does that mean that my getting mad at Loki was because we're - soulmates?"
"Strange as it may seem, yes. But it won't last long. And the fourth stage is sharing your feelings with your soulmate."
"Like hyper-empathy?" you ask.
Frigga nods. "Yes, except that you feel your feelings as well as theirs."
Oh, no. You feel shivers run down your spine. "Is - is there any way to stop that from happening?"
"How do you mean?" asks Frigga.
You sigh. How to explain autism to an Asgardian? "I - I was just curious."
Frigga shakes her head. "No, you weren't. I know there's a reason."
You stare at the floor, fiddling with your hands. "Well, I - I already have hyper-empathy - it's not a special ability or anything, it's just the way my brain works - and…"
"You're worried your feelings might overwhelm you?" asks Frigga.
You nod.
Frigga smiles. "Don't worry, Y/N. The 'feeling each other's feelings' that I told you about - it's little more than just a twinge, an inkling of what the other is feeling. It's rarely overwhelming."
"And I think it's happening right now," you add.
Frigga leans forward. "What do you feel?"
"I just felt a twinge of disdain. Which I'm guessing is Loki, because he doesn't get along with Stark, and absolutely hates his parties. I guess Thor must have dragged him along."
She chuckles. "That does sound like Loki. He's never liked parties, or large gatherings of any kind. Perhaps we should go and rescue him."
As you both enter the party, you immediately spot Thor engaged in a drinking game with Captain America.
"I ought to have brought him some Asgardian mead to make it fair," laughs Frigga.
"Captain America's got some sort of super serum in him," you explain. "I think he might last longer than average, though I think Thor's going to win."
As you scan the room, you suddenly notice Loki in the back, looking very grumpy and out of it, but his face softens slightly when he sees you and Frigga.
"Hello, Mother," he says. "Hello, Y/N."
You manage a small smile. "Hi. Um, look-"
Loki shakes his head. "Outside." He offers you his arm. "May I?"
You're surprised, but take it, while Frigga takes his other arm.
As you walk out, Loki and Frigga talk about what you're guessing is Asgardian things. It's too loud for you to really catch anything specific.
It's nice walking with Loki, even if he isn't talking to you. He's surprisingly courteous, making sure to walk you and Frigga around the clean areas on the floor.
"Mother! Loki!" bellows Thor suddenly, making you jump. "Join me!"
Frigga, laughing, lets go of Loki's arm. "I will see you later, Loki and Y/N."
Loki smiles at his mother, before frowning at Thor, and then continuing towards the exit with you.
Once you're outside, Loki turns to you. "I'm terribly sorry about my oaf brother. Are you alright?"
You nod shyly. "I'm okay."
Loki nods. "That's good."
"Your mother's so nice," you tell him. "I really like her."
Loki smiles. "I'm glad you like her."
"Oh, yeah - um, Loki, I'm really sorry about storming out on you a few days ago. I know there's the soulmate thing, but - it was wrong of me, and I'm sorry."
"It's alright," says Loki gently. "It wasn't your fault. Listen, I've been thinking. We got off to a bad start, and I'm sorry about that. I know it's too late to turn things back, but-"
He sighs. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I love you, and I do want a relationship with you. But I want a real one, not one based off - obligation."
Your heart jumps. "Are you asking me out?"
Loki nods. "If that's what Midgardians call courting, then yes."
You take a deep breath. "Okay. Yeah. I'd - I'd like that."
Then you feel a sudden warmth in your chest, a warmth that matches the smile on Loki's face.
*************************************************
Part 3
As always, I do not give permission for anyone to copy my work, repost it, etc.
Welcome to Chapter 2 of my first fic, first Loki fic, and first char x reader fic, Taking Chances! You can find Chapter One here.
Warnings/tags: a little bit of strong language (shut it, Steve), good!Loki, fluff, soft!Loki, Avenger!Loki, you and Loki are friends (maybe eventually more, oops that could be a spoiler), Loki's in a stabby mood for about half a scene
No age limits
Fandom: MCU movie Loki
You blinked awake slowly after the best sleep you'd had in weeks to find yourself in a bed not your own. Too much green.
Then you noticed that you were in someone's arms.
Loki's?!
You shifted a bit, embarrassed, trying to remember how you got here. Oh, right... in your exhaustion-hazed brain last night, you thought getting your Jotunn best friend to cuddle you to cool you down in place of the air conditioning was a good idea. Yeah. That's right.
Loki stirred a bit and woke up at your movements, that malicious smirk creeping onto his face as he looked down at you. He didn't need to say anything - his face said more than words could. He thought this was funny.
You glared at him. "Shut up," you growled as you shifted away, trying to put some distance between you two. Anything to make this less awkward, oh Norns why did I ever think this was a good idea, I need to get away from him I don't like the butterfly feeling I'm getting right now because it's starting to transition to turning me on...
He actually smiled at you. "I haven't said a word, darling." He paused for effect. "You, on the other hand, were... rather demanding last night." The smile became his trademark smirk once more. "It's not often a woman forces herself into my bed and orders me to hold her."
Your glare intensified as you pulled away, out of his grasp, and slipped out of the bed entirely.
You didn't expect long, cool fingers to wrap around your wrist and keep you from taking another step.
Loki had moved faster than you'd ever seen any being move before to grab your wrist and prevent you from leaving.
You froze for a second, barely able to believe your ears at what he said next. "Did I tell you that you had to leave?"
You finally snapped out of your holy-shit-is-this-really-happening trance, not making any more moves to leave, as you said "I should... It's dawn."
"I see that. What I do not see is how the sunrise has any bearing on your staying with me or leaving. It's quite rare that anyone chooses to be near me." He attempted to pull you back.
You sighed, but let him pull you off-balance so you landed back beside him. "If the others see me sneaking out of your room, they might, well... get ideas." You said as you settled back in beside him.
He chuckled softly at that. "Mm. Perhaps we shouldn't allow that."
"Then why do you want me to stay?"
"Simply because I desire your company, is that a problem for you?"
It was once again your turn to be shocked. "N-no. It's not. But you only get five more minutes."
He pulled you close enough to put his arms back around you. "I shall not keep you a second longer than you wish."
You two laid there a few more moments, simply existing together and listening to the sound of one another's breathing. When the five minutes were up, you reluctantly slipped out of Loki's grasp, eliciting a small, sad whine from him. "Already?"
"Yeah, Lokes. I really need to leave now." You said softly as you headed for the door. "See you at breakfast?"
"Won't miss it, since you asked me." His reply was barely audible through the blankets he'd burrowed back into.
What the fuck was that all about? You thought as you headed back to your own room for a shower.
________________________________
When you walked into the kitchen after sneaking back to your room to get ready, Natasha grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side without even giving you a chance to say a word. "So. You and the iceman, huh?" She whispered, looking at you with a conniving smirk.
"Wh- what are you talking about?" You said, trying to feign innocence despite the blush creeping onto your face.
"You went past my room last night and this morning."
"So?"
"Loki's is the last. Mine's next to his."
"It- it's not what it looks like, Nat, I swear..." You managed to say, looking away from her piercing gaze.
"Sure. We've all seen the looks you two give each other, haven't we, Clint?" She called over her shoulder to her partner in crime.
Clint, in the middle of shoving waffles into his mouth, glanced up and said something unintelligible due to his mouth being full.
"See? He agrees." Natasha locked that intense stare she uses during interrogations onto you, daring you to lie again.
"Oh my Gooood..." you moaned in exasperation, rolling your eyes while you frantically formulated a lie.
"Yes?" The smooth voice beside you shocked you, and you glanced over to see Loki smirking at you. "You called?"
"You're not helping, Loki!" You shot him a glare. "Tell Nat why I was in your room last night." You attempted to communicate with your eyes that he needed to lie to her to un-incriminate you both. Tell her anything but the fact that I demanded you cuddle me.
His eyes lit up for a split second - you could practically see what he was thinking. 'This is going to be fun.'
"Well, Miss Romanoff, she walked into my room, forced herself into my bed and demanded that I hold her because it was "too hot everywhere but with me."" He put little air quotes around the last six words - he must have picked that up from Thor.
"God damn it, Loki, why -" your protest was cut off by Natasha's "HA! I KNEW IT!" She triumphantly high-fived Clint and you noticed her surrepititiously being handed money by Sam, Steve, and even Bruce. Thor looked pleased.
She turned back to you with a satisfied look on her face. "JARVIS, you can fix our changes now."
"With pleasure, Miss Romanoff." the AI replied, sounding almost... teasing?
"You see, we've all seen the looks you and Reindeer Games here give each other. So lady triple imposter and her birdbrain decided to do something about it. We actually were all in on it." Tony added from the coffee machine.
"I had JARVIS crank up the temp in your room, the hall, and a little bit in Loki's." Clint said around his fork.
"I obeyed, but made certain that your thermostats showed no change." JARVIS added from the ceiling.
"I went along with their grand scheme and made it believable, didn't think it'd work though." Tony chipped in again from behind his coffee mug.
"I orchestrated all this because you two clearly are all heart eyes for each other." Natasha said, looking satisfied.
"And we bet them it wouldn't work." Bruce, Sam and Steve added sadly.
Thor now looked confused. "I.. was told to ignore everyone else and keep quiet."
You and Loki exchanged identical infuriated glances and took a simultaneous step forward, reaching for your favorite weapons - Loki conjuring a dagger out of thin air, you drawing the one he gave you from its sheath on your hip. "Lot of planning just for it to backfire on them, huh?" you said as you and Loki advanced on the others. "Mm." Loki agreed.
"See? You even reacted the same!" an unfazed Natasha managed to say through her laughter.
Sam's eyes got big and he stood up, tugging Steve and Bruce, who was getting nervous and looking a little green veined, with him. "Thor, should we run?" he asked, already heading for the door.
"I advise it. My brother rather enjoys stabbing people who get on his bad side." Thor replied.
"Relax, Dr. Green Bean. Don't go smashing the place." you said as you passed Bruce being tugged along by Sam. "We won't touch you three."
Loki paused and touched your wrist with his free hand. You glanced at him.
"Perhaps we should give them what they wish?" he whispered just loud enough for the others to hear.
"How... do you propose to do that?" you replied, confused.
His free arm slipped around your waist. "Is this okay?" He looked pleased with himself.
Why not, you thought, and said as much as you leaned into him.
"We've changed our minds." Loki said as he lowered the dagger in his hand and you sheathed yours. "However, conspire against me again and you will see why I am called the god of mischief." He, without warning, threw his dagger, embedding it in the wall a few inches from Nat's head.
"HEY! You WILL be fixing that, and by hand, not with magic!" Tony complained at the hole in the wall that appeared when Loki made the dagger disappear, and reappear back in its place in his room.
Loki pulled you a bit closer and led you along with him as he stepped around Tony and towards the cabinets to find something to eat. As you moved beside him, one thought ran through your mind.
