#thekrowshallow

Part One / Part Two (you’re here!) 

Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3,455

Summary: After a well heated moment in the frozen mountains, you and Loki share a bit of alone time within your parents’ cabin. This time you enjoy a nice peaceful night with your god. No smut this time. Just some bonding and romantic stuff.

Warnings: Minor(?) fluff, mentions of blood, cheesy stuff I suppose, and a bit of a caretaker status.

Author’s note:  I simply adored writing this one. I wanted to share a much softer side of my version of Loki in this. Please enjoy! I dearly appreciate every reblog/favorite. Much love, my crowlings~ ♥

Banner made by me - all images found on pinterest. 

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Loki held you closely against him as you both made your way inside the log cabin, thanking your mom in the back of your head for keeping a spare key hidden under the mat. It was very cozy inside- a fireplace at one end, a large bookshelf at another with large leather couches in front of it, down the hall a master bedroom with a full bathroom included, the kitchen small yet a fine place to cook in. The entire house smelt of sandalwood and pine needles.

Loki admired the space that was to be yours for the next 24 hours, smiling wider the more he took his surroundings in. “How wonderful. It's perfect for a little Midgardian get away, my dear.” He complimented, looking down at you, winking. You giggled, closing the door and locking it behind you. “Thank you. The bathroom is down that way if you wish to clean up.” You blushed, your eyes dropping to the floor shyly at your words. He just chuckled and stepped over to you, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering into your ear. “Come wash up with me?” You could feel his arms slide around your waist, drawing you near him. You could feel the calming vibrations of his heartbeat, setting your mind at ease.  

Your eyes widened, blush deepening as you hid your face into his chest. “Are you sure, Loki?” You asked hesitantly.

“Of course. Why not, little dove?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, refusing to look up into his hypnotizing gaze. You nibbled your lower lip, biting the dead skin that ceased to peel off, finally looking up to face Loki. He held your gaze, his own eyes filling with adoration and love for you. He cupped your cheek, swiping a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear gently. “Will you join me?” He asked again before you could respond, his voice holding a hint of plead.  

You swallowed hard, your face heating quickly. A small chuckle escaped you, kissing his nose with a small nod. “But of course, anything for my prince.” You responded softly, gazing up at him through hooded lashes. He grinned, placing a finger on your chin to tilt your head back further, his lips pressing firmly into yours momentarily. “Perfect. I’ll go run us a bath then.” He replied, slowly slipping from your grasp, your eyes following him until he disappeared down the hall.

You sighed heavenly, leaning against the wooden door for a moment until he was gone. You rubbed your tired eyes before wandering over to start a fire. Once started, you sat in front of it to warm yourself up, wrapped up in a familiar blanket from your days coming up here as a child. You quietly watched the flames dance as your mind wandered back to outside, finding yourself sighing again. The moonlight and stars glistened brightly, bleeding into the fire casted room. Soon Loki appeared behind you. “Our bath is waiting, my love.” His voice was gentle. You smiled and slowly rose to your feet, turning to face him. You noticed he was back in his Asgardian form, for the air around you both was much warmer now. “Perfect. Thank you, my sweet.”

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You could feel the icy wet material of your clothes drop to your ankles, slowly stepping out of them. Loki was waiting patiently in the bathtub, steam filling the room from the hot water as he watched you undress with a loving smile. You could almost feel his eyes dance along your body, admiring your exposed curves and features in the dimly lit room of candles he had placed around the tub. You could feel a fresh blush rising along your cheeks as you stepped in with him, the hot water stinging your toes as you winced gently. After getting used to the heat, you sat down, happily leaning against his larger naked frame. His strong arms wrapping around you, hiding underneath the fresh bubbles as he pulled you closer. You could feel every inch of his body pressing firmly against yours- a snug fit in the end. While his arms rested around you, you melted with the heated water; feeling safe, for this was truly heaven to you.

Loki trailed kisses along the side of your neck, closing his eyes while keeping you close. You drew out a deep breath, both overjoyed yet content with the moment in your prince’s grasp. You both sat in silence for a long while, taking one another in and enjoying this new fond memory you both would surely never forget. He began humming a soft Asgardian tune, the vibrations in his throat echoed throughout the room. He never did sing but he loved to hum, especially to help you feel protected. It was a magical melody that always seemed to bless your eardrums.  

Finally, Loki cleared his throat at the end and spoke quietly into your ear, “Let me wash you, my dear.” His words were soft like silk, dancing peacefully into your exhausted mind. You smiled, tilting your head to one side as your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his wet fingers caress your neck. “I must take care of what is mine.” He added, peppering kisses along the back of your spine just behind your head. “For I was once vigorous to my prey, and now I must be gentle with that same treasure.” He whispered as you noticed his eyes scanning along your fresh markings.

You shivered at his touch among the hot water, melting against him as you could feel your body fail you, falling limp into his frame. “Please.” The word slipped past your lips, slowly gazing over and up at him with a loving smile. “Sit up, my dear and I shall clean you.”

You huffed quietly, pushing off of him and sitting up in the tub. You waited until you felt your god’s hands maneuver along your body, scrubbing gently with a soapy sponge at your backside. You sighed at the small circles he motioned; eyes fluttering shut. The gritty material of the sponge felt soothing along your boiling skin, pressing into each mellow motion Loki had applied.

“Does that feel good, my dear?” He asked in a whisper, moving the sponge down one of your arms and kissing your wet shoulder in the process. “I only wish to make you feel safe and at ease.” He added, his fingers lightly brushing your shoulder as he spoke. You smiled, looking behind you and at him. “Yes, love. It does. Very relaxing if I might add.”  

You stole a quick kiss and looked away, giggling. You could feel a chuckle rumble within Loki’s chest as he continued washing your body gradually. Small splashes of water echoed the room as your eyes danced along the candles which smelt of warm vanilla and rosemary. This was complete peaceful bliss. You never wanted it to end, and deep down you knew Loki felt the same way.

Loki set the sponge aside and began rinsing off your body, a faint smile written on his lips. You blushed lightly as he cleaned you, turning in his arms when he was finished. You secretly grabbed the same sponge from behind him, squishing it in your hand and watching the warm soap drip along his damp chest and abs. He chuckled softly as you did this, planting his lips on your forehead and holding them there for a slow kiss.

You watched your hand move the sponge along his broadened shoulders and neck, down his arms and ending at his hands. There had once been Jötunheimr markings along his body, your memory recalling each area perfectly; however, being in the heat they had completely vanished. He kept smiling, watching you quietly as his eyes sparkled with adoration. Once finished, you began rinsing him off with a warm smile, soon gazing up into his beautiful blue eyes, giggling to yourself quietly. “All cleaned up, my king.” You leaned forward to place a loving kiss on his chest.  

Loki’s arms slithered around you, pulling you into his broad form, kissing you deeply and full of passion. You gasped while letting him, your body liquefying into his as you returned the kiss with powerful hungry affection. He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, pulling a soft moan out of you like magic. He snickered softly in response and left you gasping for air, just as he always done. You narrowed your eyes up at him in a playful manner as you were faced with his beautiful comical smirk.

“Oh, now don’t give me that look, you know you love it.” He winked. You just grumbled, resting your cheek along his bare chest, eyes closing with a fresh blush coating your face. “I do. And I love you, Loki. So much that it aches sometimes.” You nuzzled your wet nose along his skin, kissing it gently afterwards. “I never want to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do if I did. Probably cease to exist.” You added the last part in for a bit of banter, grinning sheepishly on the inside at your cheesy addition.

You could hear the water trickle into the tub as he lifted his arm up, resting a light hand on your head. “My dear, my frozen heart aches for you each day. I love you too, my little princess. You will never lose me; I promise you this.” His deepened voice was soothing as it vibrated throughout his chest and against your face. “If you ever cease to exist, then I shall find you on the other side in Valhalla and I will never stop searching until I have found you.” That sweet name he called you whenever he was in such a caring mood made your entire chest cavity flutter. His remark to your cheesy joke made tears swell within your eyes, yet you refused to let them fall. Your blush deepening as you finally gazed up into his eyes. You felt him place a hand under your chin, leaning into you and kissing you passionately.  

You did not hesitate, instantly pressing into his tasty lips once more and happily letting your tongue dance around his. His hand soon laid at your throat, as his other arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you further into his lap. He lied down in the water, bringing you with him as you both exchanged the sweet affection.

You broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, the sensation only increasing your body temperature in the feverish water. After catching your breath, you giggled and nuzzled his jawline with the tip of your nose. “I could stay here forever with you.” 

Loki laughed, lightly running his fingertips up and down your side. “If that’s the case, you’d shrivel up into nothing, my love.” He teased as you offered him an eye roll, gently smacking his abs. “You know what I mean, dork.”

“What? Dork? I am no such thing. What is this Midgardian disgrace you call upon to me?” Loki blinked, appalled as you burst into laughter as his confusion. “Never mind it, Loki.” You shook your head, offering a soft kiss to his cheek before pushing from him and sitting up in the tub. You scooted over to the other side playfully, avoiding the faucet. You leaned your head against the rim of the alabaster porcelain material, throwing a playful smirk at your lover while sinking deeper into the water, curious to what he might do. You watched him, admiring his features in the flickering candle lights.  

Loki instantly frowned, looking disheartened at your minor escape. “My little princess has left me. What ever shall I do? Find a new one? Live my eternal life all alone?” You could see the mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke, yet his frown only deepening.  

You popped up from the water, bonking your head rather hard on the faucet in the process, causing vigorous splashes to form around the tub as the water rippled over to him. “Loki!” You squealed, whimpering at him. You knew he was only kidding and just trying to tease you, but deep down there was that fear that someday he may never return to you- whether he made a promise or not.  

Suddenly, your mind had begun racing. Your past lovers had always lied to you; always uttering false hope and love for you. You were never complete after each one left you behind to rot in the dirt, stealing a special piece of you with them. Ever since then you always had issues with getting close to another being. However, Loki spoke these same things to you, yet showed you way more than those scumbags ever could. Just then, the waterfalls of anguish happened, flowing down your already wet cheeks. You absolutely hated looking fragile and weak before Loki, but alas your emotions were far too overwhelming for you to hold them in. Your mind had begun clouding your thoughts of negativity and past abandonment, your face slightly crinkling up in frustration as you remembered your negligence. The fresh injury to your head began throbbing, yet you ignored it as the pain raged on.

Loki’s wicked expression quickly changed, worry and sadness instantly taking its place as he motioned over quickly, causing waves to spill out and over the walls of the bathtub. “Oh no, love. No, no. Come here, my darling girl.” His voice was full of pain, easily noticeable pain. You managed to slide over with the waves of water pushing you from him, nearly drowning you away from your safe space. He knew of your devastating ex-lovers, but you still hid so much agony from him. He had a hold of your arms, quickly yet carefully pulling you against him. His fingers laced into your damp hair, kissing your temple as faint shushing left him quietly. You felt safe but the ache was still present, the panic within you wanting to break the surface. All your life you had been casted out by more than just admirers, such trust wasted caused you to fear abandonment and loneliness. You knew Loki would never do such a thing, but your mind always happened to plague you with such negativity.

His hushed tone and loving nature sent you straight into an ugly sob, clinging onto him for dear life. To this day not once did you think you deserved such kindness and devotion. You’ve done bad things that you are forever guilty of yet this man had only seen true potential and hope deep within you. “I’m s-sorry...”  

Loki smiled unhappily, shaking his head. “Do not apologize. Whatever I said to have upset you, I am the one who is deeply sorry. Please forgive me.” His hand reached up and touched the top of your head. Fresh blood coating his fingers from your new wound, causing him to gasp gently. “Oh, my love, you’re bleeding.” He gazed down at your head, eyes widening. “Quite a lot.” He added, hasty concern in his voice.

“Huh?” You followed his touch, feeling your hair soaked with blood as you removed your hand to see the crimson liquid slowly race down your soggy finger. “Oh. Loki. I feel...”

You didn’t realize how hard you had hit your head until now, already losing quite a bit of blood as you felt slightly faint. However, it wasn’t the minimal loss of blood that made you feel faint. You never did enjoy the sight of blood, and when you were exposed to it, it always seemed to make you queasy. You watched as the red liquid began to trickle down your face and into the soapy water below you, mixing in with it beautifully in a strange manner. Without questioning, Loki carefully stood and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and placing it around his waist, not caring to even dry off first. He leaned down and pulled the plug, allowing the water to drain out. "Come here.”

He offered his arms out to you in which you slowly rose to your feet, letting him pick you up and wrapping a towel around your body. He set you down on the counter near the sink, examining the laceration closely under the light he had switched on, wearing a hard frown. “How does it look?” You asked, wincing a little at his touch.  

“It's a deep nasty cut, I’m afraid. Oh love, this was my doing. I deeply apologize. Please, let me heal you.” He demanded, raising a hand.  

“No, Loki.” You growled and grabbed his wrist, glaring up at him. “Just grab the first aid kit, it's in the second drawer.” You urged with a sigh. You never did encourage Loki healing you with his powers, for it drained his energy entirely- depending on how much power he put forth that is. He grumbled stubbornly in response before searching the second drawer in which he was asked to do. He pulled out the first aid kit and set it beside you, rummaging through it. “What is all this?” He asked, confused by all the medical equipment.  

You giggled faintly, leaning into his broad figure. “Just grab some of the healing ointment and a butterfly stitch, darling.” You muttered, rather amused by his confusion to Midgardian aid.

“Healing ointment?” Loki blinked, appalled by your request. “You’d rather have this abominable sticky fluid on your head than my healing powers?”

“Loki, it just helps the healing process and keeps the germs out.” You rolled your eyes yet you found his attitude rather adorable. “Unlike Asgardians, us humans get infections.” He scoffed but didn’t question your wants. He replied with a casual eye roll then began applying the ointment after cleaning up the remaining blood. You winced at his touch, trying not to show it for you knew he’d question his actions and refuse to continue.

He found the butterfly stitch and examined it curiously, gawking at it. You giggled, shaking your head and taking it from his grasp. You peeled back the wrapping, showing him how to apply it before handing it back to him. In which he applied it successfully, smiling at his finished work followed by a light kiss to your cheek. “All taken care of. Feeling better, darling?”

“Much, thank you love.” You smiled up at him, your eyes feeling swollen from the recent tears of frustration. Loki frowned at you, pulling you into his arms. “You know I never meant what I said, I was only teasing you. And look where it led me- I hurt your feelings and your poor head.”  

You slapped his chest gently, rolling your eyes at him. “You better be sorry.” You teased then sighed, leaning into him as you felt your eyes droop. “It’s fine, just don’t do it again. Who knows, maybe next time I’ll lose an eye or something.” You snickered under your breath.  

“Hey.” Loki frowned, looking almost nearly truthfully hurt at your comment. You then realized his own brother had lost an eye. “Oh, sorry dear.” You stated then yawned, not moving from him. “Carry me to bed?” You asked drowsily.  

Loki just smiled, scooping you up in his arms swiftly yet graceful like without question. You gasped at his quick actions, blushing as you leaned into him, your face buried within his damp neck. You inhaled his scent, which smelled of home to you. Before you knew it, he dropped you gently down on the bed, crawling on top of you. His towel had fallen from his waist, now stranded at the foot of the bed. He had removed yours, tossing it away while pulling the covers over the both of you. He lied down and pulled you close against his warm body; afraid you might roll off the bed if he didn’t have a secure hold of you.  

“Loki?” You whispered; your eyes closing as you fought the sleep that refused to leave you, the throbbing in your head began to subside. You could have sworn he offered some magic to lift the pain without telling you but you didn’t question him. You placed a hand on his bare chest, lightly tracing patterns on his skin with your fingernails as you waited for his response.  

“Yes, darling?” He spoke gently, his voice deep yet soothing in your ears. You nuzzled closer to him, sighing.

“I love you, so much. Don’t forget that, okay?” You muttered, a smile on your face. You heard his reply just before you drifted off into a deep restful sleep.

“I would never in a million years, my darling- and I love you too. Always.”