Things I Love. Mostly Tom Hiddleston. I Love Him.

‘’If you continuously roll your eyes like that, you’re guaranteed to give yourself a headache. Come now Loki, if you’re that bored, then join us!” Fandral encouraged, emerging from the dark hallway and back to his companions- Thor and Loki who waited lounging on the pillow covered couches.

Loki’s nose scrunched, taking in the warrior’s appearance for the third time in a row. His clothes were sloppily put back on, clearly having high expectations to just remove them again while the scent of sex steamed from his body the closer he got. Loki wasted no time in standing up- making it seem like he was giving up his seat to him to be placed right next to Thor- who shared the same dissolved predicament.

‘’I have no intention of joining you, nor any other options in the matter. It's near dawn- are the two of you finished yet?” Loki grumbled, crossing his arms in his clearly bored and tired state while slumping into a loveseat across from them. 

‘’I think my brother merely prefers the male flesh rather than the pleasures of women.’’ Thor jested, chuckling rather loudly while he took another gulp of his mead- complimentary to any royals of Asgard.

‘’I would assume you are referring to his hand?” Fandral joked back, grabbing at his own cup while the two of them continued laughing and cheering, making Loki sigh in frustration.

He never wanted to be here, and regretted not slipping away the moment the two entered their paid chambers, but somehow they would have found a way to drag him back- just how they had by getting here in the first place. 

‘’Man or woman, it matters not to me. I just think one shouldn't have to pay to gain pleasure. It’s degrading and low.’’ Loki noted, brushing away the idiocracy while his eyes ventured around the room for the thousandth time, almost as if just to confirm his point of the equally loathsome environment. 

Asgard’s brothels were, by far, the finest in the nine realms. The most attractive women worked here and the establishment itself made it a point to remain clean and roomy. Every corner had its alluring shadows while every inch either had the smell of booze, sex or perfume. That all didn't matter to Loki. If a woman- or man- were truly interested in sharing pleasures of the flesh, then both should mutually agree to do just that- paying one merely felt like one might as well use their own hand if they wished for false feelings and fake attraction. 

‘’So how exactly do you bed those women at our feasts? Surely all of them had been under intoxication brother.’’ Thor laughed, mildly jesting while also being genuinely curious whenever Loki seemed to disappear with a partner every feast night before him. His jealousy made Loki’s lips curl up and the god of thunder merely rolled his eyes and took another gulp of his drink. 

‘’Brother, you forget that my silver tongue has many ways to hold its title.’’ Loki grinned, holding his arms out while gesturing to himself. ‘’I need not offer assistance of any kind to bed anyone- I ask, and they follow. Willingly.’’ His eyes narrowed while glancing towards Fandral, watching how he cleared his throat and waved a hand at him.

‘’So are you proposing that the trickster could bed one for free? With no help or offers from booze or coin?”

Loki smirked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand while leaning himself against the arm of the chair. ‘’I am proposing just that, my friend. And have.’’

Fandral scoffed and glanced over at Thor to gain some type of assistance here but Thor merely looked convinced while scratching at his beard. ‘’Alright brother, why not prove it?”

Loki snorted and raised a brow. ‘’Are you wishing to watch?”

Fandrol smirked and shifted in his seat. ‘’It’s happened before.’’

‘’I am referring to a one on one transaction Loki.’’ Thor nudged Fandral to contain himself before nodding towards his brother. ‘’Bed a woman with the claims you have proposed, and we shall give you the benefit of a doubt.’’

‘’I suppose there shall be nothing in return if I win such a challenge? If you could truly call it that..” Loki smirked, already getting to his feet and stretching while Fandral did the same and looked towards the hallways with his hand in his pocket.

‘’What is it you want?” Thor chuckled, crossing his arms while Fandral looked over how much coins he had left for perhaps another round.

Loki narrowed his eyes while he straightened his posture, half flashing his glance towards the blond warrior before turning all his attention towards his brother- whether he was sober or not to take things seriously. ‘’I wish not to be challenged again when it comes to pleasures within the sheets. Nor jests. Learn to accept that perhaps I am but simply.. Better than you, here.’’

Thor chuckled and waved a hand towards the exit. ‘’Done, goodluck brother,’’ he shook his head, hardly having any worry upon losing.. He was Thor after all! ‘’Happy hunting.’’

Fandral smirked and glanced back at the two princes, already having made his way towards his next room. ‘’Who knows Loki, perhaps you just might have the power to make an honest woman of her.’’

Loki smirked, his eyes narrowing at them both with hardly any worry. ‘’Perhaps I might.’’

Y/N hummed while she carried the basket of folded sheets, pace hardly slowing in hopes to get done sooner rather than later. By all means, she was no experienced maid Asgard’s palaces held to high standards but in her free time, she often liked to help them out when she could.

She was often looked down upon by the other nobles, being that she was one herself and by aiding those of a lower class was just simply.. Not done. She didn't care, she would rather be doing this type of work than be sat for hours in boring court meetings or gossipying with teacups. 

She finally got to the laundry room and exhaled out her mild exhaustion before bending to set down the heavy basket. This would do for now, not wanting to overdo anything and start a rumor that the maids were simply not good enough where they required extra assistance, because that also was definitely not the case. 

Wiping her brow, she wished her corset wasn't so tight today and stood up, her back immediately being pressed up against a solid chest before a pair of slender hands came into view and covered her eyes. 

Her panic only lasted a heart beat, familiar with the scent and touch already of whom she had been having secret relations with and her smile showed she was happy for his return. 

‘’Will there ever be a day where I'll finally find you in the tearoom?” Loki chuckled, having no surprise by finding her busy with her little hobby. 

‘’I don’t even like tea,’’ she laughed, her hands coming up to rest on the prince’s wrists but made no effort to pull his hands away. ‘’You were gone longer than expected.’’

‘’An unfortunate event i had no leaveway on or i would have perhaps made it back to slip right into your sheets with you.’’ She could hear Loki’s smirk in his words while he whispered against her ear, somehow pressing himself much closer to her from behind before she laughed and pulled down his hands finally, turning to face him.

‘’Well, if you have nothing else to occupy your day.. We could always pick up where we left off yesterday..’’ she purred, biting her bottom lip with a tiny bit of shyness to her seduction while Loki’s hands came to her hips and pulled her against him.

‘’I was hoping to get back.. Into it..’’ he winked, the use of his innuendo seemed to have the tone of mild hesitation, followed by his single twitch to the corner of his mouth, making Y/N raise her brow and nod at him.

‘’What is it?”

Loki tilted his head. ‘’What’s wrong darling?”

She gave him a look and gently rested her hands on his chest, fingers unconsciously tracing the lines of his armor while she encouraged him. ‘’Theres something on your mind..’’

‘’There’s always something on everyone's mind.’’ Loki grinned.

‘’Loki.’’

Loki sighed and his shoulders dropped just a little, giving in while his hands began to encircle her waist, eyes beginning to drift distractedly at her form while his mouth searched for the proper words. ‘’I.. Wish to ask a favor..’’

Y/N’s brows raised with her posture straightening, almost ready for the mysterious task with the nod of her head. ‘’Yes of course.. What is it?”

Loki hesitated. ‘’I don’t think you’ll necessarily.. Like it.. Or at least, the reason behind it..’’

Now she really looked confused and took a step back to assess him, feeling him let her go before his hands clasped behind his back, most likely to stop his fingers from fiddling while he shifted in place.

‘’..i don’t understand..’’

Loki drew in a breath and raised his eyes, searching how exactly he should put things into words- even if it was his entire mission the whole ride back to the palace; and still he was having difficulty. ‘’Thor and Fandral have challenged me..’’

Y/N nodded slowly as she listened, almost expecting him to then say he would be challenged to fight them- but the lack of the weaponry room would have given that away while they stood facing each other.

‘’They refuse to believe the fact that women enter my chambers willingly.. Without the aid of booze and coin and.. Have demanded i prove that i can..’’

She raised her brows immediately, almost taking a pause to grant him the opportunity to tell her this was all a joke. When enough silence stretched and his eyes took a risk of granting hers, she almost laughed it off. ‘’Loki.. It's no one's business what you do, especially when it comes to the bedroom, you have nothing to prove-’’ by his indifferent look, she almost gave him a dry one. ‘’You wish to beat Thor.’’

‘’Well..’’ he said sheepishly. ‘’Fandral is in it as well, they have granted me the reward of ceasing their jests indefinitely if I succeed.’’

She laughed and shook her head, turning away from him as if they were moving on from this conversation. ‘’This is absurd,.. We already bed each other without the exchange of anything but love and affection.. What is it you wish me to do?”

Loki shook his head and drew near, taking her hands in his gently so she could face him again. ‘’We but carry on how we have been, where i seek you out within any free time of my day and..’’ his voice grew purposefully seductive when noticing her lack of eye contact and reddened cheeks. ‘’Thoroughly satisfy our needs.’’ 

Y/N cleared her through from her flusteredness and looked up at him. ‘’You could have carried on this plan of yours without telling me..’’

‘’True, but I wish not to lie about what's behind my affections. You know I care for you, every time we’re together. If there was just the smallest of hints within suspicious of trying to get you into my bed sooner, I would have felt immense guilt.’’

Y/N looked up at him in astonishment, grateful that he never wished to lie and was upfront and honest with his intentions.. Even if they’ve bed each other non  stop each day for the past few years. 

‘’If sleeping with me is all that you’ve wished to do to accomplish this, I couldn't say no.’’ Now it was her turn to smile at him seductively, always easily falling for his touch in the first place and with his emotions being as true as they were, made her want him all the more.

Loki smiled down at her and wrapped his arms around her waist once more, bringing her closer before he bent down to capture her lips. He felt his body instantly melt, feeling the complete and honest love towards her after having been surrounded by the women he had to tolerate amongst his presence earlier. He could respect the reason for work, but he’s never sought out the touch of another since he’s met Y/N. The outside world only believed he has, due to perhaps his mischievous reputation to uphold. Nevertheless , in the past even his statement grew true. No coin, booze nor lies has ever been needed.

Y/N felt the growing smile from him against her lips and she pulled back a little, sharing his smile with curious eyes up at him. ‘’What's so funny?’’

‘’Well.. Before I departed to make my way on carrying out this little bet.. They made the jest that i might find someone where i could make an honest woman out of them..’’ Loki grinned and his heart jumped upon seeing the light in her eyes.

‘’You threaten to make an honest woman of me?” she teased, hands cupping his cheeks gently while he grinned down at her. 

‘’Well.. I’d be a liar if I didn't tell you that had been my intent later on.. And perhaps this bet ahas granted us a perfect opportunity to present our relationship publicly..’’

His voice grew quiet as if considering the slightest chance she might say now- maybe growing accustomed to the thrill of sneaking around. Not to mention, publicly being courted by a prince of Asgard- perhaps even king on day, would change both their lives drastically. 

She smiled up at him, tears pricking her eyes while her heart raced. ‘’The only being I'd wish to take on such a life would only be with you Loki..’’ 

Her answer made his own heart race- he hardly noticed while he had already bent down to scoop her up, hands greedily cupping her ass while bringing her high up against him. This time she had to bend herself to kiss him, but the two let nothing stop them before clothes began getting pulled off and bodies thumping into different furniture with the echoes of ecstasy of two lovers becoming one.

Again. And again. And again..

Fandral’s cheeks reddened upon making eye contact with Thor, neither of them having said a word while the sounds of banging and moans echoed throughout the halls somehow through a closed door.

‘’Well.. It would seem that our trickster has done it..’’ he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck while Thor ran a hand down his face.

‘’When he’s done he’s going to want to say I told you so..’’ he groaned.

‘’You got some time, he’s been here for ours.’’ Fandral shook his head and glanced at the door, raising a brow with the shake of his head. ‘’And by the sound of it, it looks like he just might be making an honest woman out of her.’’

Thor looked over at him and furrowed his brows. ‘’How could you tell?” 

The warrior's blush deepened with almost a sheepish look on his face. Taking up his walk again, Thor soon followed with the attention for an answer.

‘’Well.. Lets just say, I've never heard him moan like that before..’’

AO3

You gasped for breath while your body seemed to shoot up from where you lay, hand automatically coming to your chest as if to keep your heart in tact. 

You were instantly flooded with the familiar scent of floral, stuffy like the air was trapped and mildly dusty- not necessarily insulting to the nose. Home.. 

No..

Your eyes rounded as you took in the sight of your bedroom before you. If you weren't sitting on your ridiculously soft bed with the fluffy comforter creating that illusion, you wouldn't have thought it was real! The colors of your walls, your carpet, your knickknacks, art work, bookshelves- it was all here!

And so were you..

Your mouth stayed open, almost as if words had been cut off mid sentence but you hardly knew what you were supposed to say.. Or finish. Your hand trailed down to your stomach, tensing as if to feel a jagged edge of glass still jutting out of you with the coppery scent of blood just waiting to be triggered.

Nothing.. 

Nothing but your oversized sweater you tended to live in with the matching sweatpants to go with it. Even your hair was still up in the messy bun you left it in before you..

That's right..

‘’Loki..’’ you breathed, your chest tightening at the very thought of him.

The last thing you remember was him at your side while you-.. At least he was safe.. And you prayed he’d do the right thing with what knowledge he had now. Would the story continue for him from there? Or would it just go back to the beginning.. Maybe even just not exist at all unless someone like you entered it.. Like that movie The Neverending Story that still creeped you out to this day. 

Your eyes looked down at your free hand, still having stayed limply at your side but you now felt yourself holding something.

Your phone..

Your body tensed as you raised it up, the screen still very much alive and looking back at you in its bright glare- you had to dim it a little. It was times like this when you returned, your body felt a little dizzy, as if it took a bit of time adjusting back to the real world after your mind just pulled an Avatar. 

Reading the book itself without phasing in was entirely different from what you lived. If you read Pride and Prejudice, it would never have in these pages that you’ve shared tea amongst friends, walked in the gardens by yourself or hid some of the corsets you would have been meant to wear. You.. cursed to be either a deleted scene, a gap filler or a between the lines type of character. 

You were fine with that, but it hurt like Hel as you looked down at your screen now, scrolling through the Archive of Our Own book with all of YOUR history gone. Everything.. All of it.. Except..

Your eyes lit up as you scrolled to the top, figuring perhaps reading whatever summary description you had cursed yourself blindly with would now finally be answered- and to your heart jumping- it was there!

Can a woman, found in the most unlikeliest of places, be capable of melting the cold king’s heart? Or be destined to serve a lifetime of servitude towards the one she fears most? And loves..

Your phone nearly falls out of your hand if your hand didn't go with it, both dropping back on the bed at your side while you stared at the wall.

What had happened wasn't.. Too far off, right? As unintentionally as you could go about things at least. Yet that still didnt tell you the storyline.. 

You picked back up your phone, noticing how shaky your hands were. That could have also been a combination of needing to eat since the time seemed to be around the time dinner was served before you began scrolling back down to the bottom of the page.. Aka the very last chapter. You'd start with the very last paragraphs, but it would seem that's as far as you got before your body froze again.

Y/N hauled herself onto the horse, such skills having been rusty over time but adrenaline ensuring she’d stay on while the guards approached closer. 

It was almost as if Aria knew, the need and survival instincts filling the air while she reared up for use of her front legs, kicking out to gain space from those trying to grab her reins- all while Y/N opted to hold on for dear life.

“Go!” she yelled, seeing her chance while the guards quickly ducked and dodged before Aria burst forward. 

It wasn't easy riding bareback- then again, it wasn't easy running from a man that loved and scared her- but perhaps there was a time for everything to learn such things. Even as the tears fell noticeably down her cheeks while she held onto Aria, trusting where she ran would seek her temporary solitude until a plan could actually be made. 

Asgard was a dangerous place if one didn't know where they were going, but at least the forests would provide decent coverage and distance until her prince would find her again. Perhaps such an event would happen sooner than she realized, enticing the second sound of horsehooves echoing not far behind her. 

Your brows furrowed, not minding the cliffhanger- but the fact that there was no following chapter! 

“The fuck-’’ you cursed under your breath, double checking before scrolling back up to see if you missed anything. 

No more chapters..

You felt yourself begin to sweat, honestly looking like any other reader begging for the next chapter- but this one was different.. It was personal. Even at the top, you found no button to further this adventure and your brows got more and more furrowed. You then began to feel silly, holding onto the slightest bit of hope and checked the last update that was made- 

July 30th 2021.

2021?! How could an update not be made for such a long time!? How was it all possible anyway.. If a story you went into wasn't finished.. Did you just.. Continue it yourself? Like how you did- oh gods…

You bit your lip and widened your eyes. THIS book stopped right as Aria began to save you.. But this time it would seem you two ran into the forest to escape. In YOUR adventure, you changed the story completely and went to the Bifrost to save Thor.. Odin.. Loki.. 

Maybe the book.. Maybe your powers would extend like that, thinking you’d SOME DAY go back to the storyline to finish it. So if you had gone to the forest area.. What would have happened then? Forever stuck? There was no ending anyway.. So was the only way to phase out of an unfinished book.. To die? 

You shivered at the thought, idea and sensation considering how you felt in your last moments. It was like a hangover, flu, broken bone all had a baby and yet strangely at the same time.. Peaceful.. And tiresome. 

And painful.. 

You fell back on your bed with your eyes closed, phone clutched at your heart while you thought of Loki. You were back.. What would happen if you tried going back to him? Would you have to die again if you needed an out since there was no finished storyline? Or live forever.. Paving your own with the hope- but not guarantee- that he was better and not fallen back into the ways of death, destruction and lies..

‘’Y/N hun- dinners ready!” 

The voice of your mother calls in her usual sing-song voice while she opens the door to your bedroom, causing you to jump straight up in sudden surprise and excitement.

‘’Mom!!” you cried out, your body taking over as it swept you across the room in lightening speed and wrapping your arms around her waist, damn near knocking her over while she gave you a silly grin.

‘’Okay what did you do?” 

She questioned her on the edge of a scolding voice while you laughed and hugged her tighter, your chin resting over her shoulder while you took in her familiar warmth, scent and feeling.

‘’Just.. Missed you, that's all..’’ you said carefully, trying not to sound suspicious while you squeezed your eyes shut, opting for that instead of your arms to not harm the older woman.

‘’Don't give me any of that, you better not have any boys in here.’’ she teased with a playful swat on your arm before she hugged you back, her sign of giving in while you could practically feel her eyes sweeping over your room.

‘’Nah, none in stock yet.’’ you teased, relishing in your temporary happiness while you slowly pulled away to not make her more worried before you changed the subject to technically men in your room. ‘’Whatcha make?”

‘’Spagetti, your Nani’s recipe. Your sister is finishing up the salad, come on,’’ she nodded towards the door and you hesitated, making her pause and practically read your mind. ‘’No phones at the table.’’

You winced and sighed, giving her a nod while you told yourself you could think of all this later while enjoying your grandma’s famous spaghetti and some much needed family time.

Of course while there was much to talk about, all you could offer was “not much” updates and some fake friendship drama to make your outside life more interesting and untouched by your parent’s attentions. Thankfully your sister seemed to talk most of the time and gave you a break while trying to catch up on your last update HERE. 

You needed more hobbies.. That's for sure because the fact that you only ‘read’ in your spare time couldn't be healthy. You did have a few close friends and enjoyed the occasional night out or coffee dates, but reading also saved money while you had been trying to get an apartment of your own. 

Not that you minded staying with your folks.. It didn't bother you, but it has been a long past time you leave the nest. You also thought it would give you a good chance to less awkwardly bring actual boys over without being under your nosey parent’s roof but.. Your dating life has gone downhill since.. Well.. the last boyfriend you had as you told Loki plus- book boyfriends were better anyway.

Were they though?You shook your head at the little demon whispering in your head and took another bite of food. Your last bite.. You scarfed.. Several plates..

This whole thing hadn't necessarily scared you off from being in another book.. You just began having that small urge of… taking a break. You longed to see Loki again- as promised but.. You still weren't sure how you’d get back another time without dying.. Let alone trusting that he was reformed. 

That gave you an idea. 

Dinner was over and you stayed long enough to watch a few episodes of whatever your parents were watching- solely for the company before you scampered back to your bedroom. Your phone stayed on the mattress as if mocking you but you drew in a breath and puffed out your chest. 

You literally have survived so much- not just in this recent book in which you had found out it was called Like You Mean It by the author named Mischief Maker. So many adventures.. Figuring this thing out would not scare you off. Especially having taken a shard from Asgard’s bridge to get back here.. Unknowingly.

Through hours of research before your eyes began to drift, you had come to some conclusions and a battle plan. 

Only go into books you’ve read and looked over to not repeat your same mistake.. Not saying Loki was a mistake or something but- it would be best to just.. Have a heads up if you were coming face to face with a borderline sadist. 

You also have hunted down the author of the damn book and found out that the book hadn't been finished or updated due to some real life stuff going on that she vaguely hinted about. No one's business- but you understood. You were no writer by any means- you literally proved it not too long ago- but you could understand how writing and real life crap was a hard balance- let alone with thin energy and motivation at times. 

That being said, you thought about hitting up the author tomorrow and perhaps either asking if an update was going to come soon.. Or maybe find someone to finish it themselves..

You didn't want to insult them by any means- let alone seem like a pest.. But how could you enter an unfinished world? There was no way in Hel you wanted to die to see that man again but you were going to do everything you could to fight for him.. 

The only curiosity was.. Would you resume where you left off, or start from the beginning where Loki would see you as property again? Could you be better prepared this time? You never actually reentered a book before.. You kinda just lived the life and then went to a new one so.. This would be a difficult choice.. 

Maybe you could even try to write your own book.. Maybe based off hers? Though there was no way you were gonna copyright.. 

A heavy sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes. How about we just start with seeing if the author will want to update.. After all- maybe some projects get forgotten or something with some intent on getting back to it.. 

Loki was for sure a hard one to forget.. If at all..

The next morning, you felt OK. By any means, it felt strange waking up alone in your own, original bed without some sort of suspicious shit happening, or the man of your dreams between your legs. 

Sad to say you were still an addict and your body craved the attention but you got up and got ready for the day, providing a distraction rather than a -most likely- failed attempt at mastrabating. 

Pulling out your laptop, you opened up the browser in which the author was still active and opened up her inbox.

You weren't too big on communicating on this site, you were a reader and enjoyed polls and commenting- never yourself actually writing. Did you compliment them first? Say hi and see what happens? You couldn't believe you were sweating but you were pretty sure it was partly nerves. You hated feeling like you were a burden or a problem and feeling like you were going to nag someone definitely had you up there. 

Hey! I just wanna say i LOVE ‘Like You Mean it’ and was wondering if there’d be an update in the mere future? Hope you’re feeling well 🙏 

After staring at it for fifty times, you sent it. 

What if she never replies? Or see it? Should I send one each day I don't get a reply? Should I think of a plan B?

You ran your fingers through your hair to push it out of your face and sighed, leaning back and letting the back of your head lean against the wall behind you with a less than grateful thunk. What would plan B be? You didn't want to write your own- that was copyright.. But only if it wasn't published? If you kept it on paper, then no one but you would ever know.. 

But that could take forever.. It took practically hours to cough up a single sentence TWICE because of Loki. you wanted her story because that’s where THAT Loki was.. Anything you do could change that personality of his.. Believe it or not, each book involving the man you went into had a slight difference in behavior. Everyone writes differently and even though Mischief Maker’s version was pretty dark and deranged.. 

Damn it you had just begun fixing things!

You yelled out in frustration and closed your lap top. You were obsessing over this and needed a break. She probably wouldn't reply this second.. Or today.. Or soon.. But this wasnt healthy..

You spent the day with mom- consisting of driving her to places, grabbing coffee together and grocery shopping. The bonding was nice but you’d be lying if you didn't admit to checking your phone every hour to see if the author replied.

Nothin.

Dinner was spent on the couch where your whole family watched with you one of the best movies in the world- Marvel’s Avengers but you stayed silent pretty much the whole time. The movies hit differently.. Especially now and this wasn't helping when you were trying to seek out a distraction.

‘’You okay?” your dad asked from his lounge chair and you looked over with a reassuring smile.

‘’Yeah, all good.’’ you assured and he gave you a nod before looking back at the tv- the extent of his worry ending. 

The amount of times light from your phone would illuminate your face was almost annoying you, let alone your mother where she gave you a gentle smile and told you to take a break and watch the movie with them. After all, as your sister teasingly points out-

It’s your favorite. 

The next few days dragged by, filled with sighs and phone obsession before you began to feel like you were gonna give up. Was Loki waiting for you? Did he even notice or care if the book reset? How were you to know? 

You often looked back at the last page from before the cut off and tapped your finger subconsciously on your chin. 

Mischief Maker wasn't replying to her account though has been active every few minutes. Oh gods.. You probably annoyed her..

You cringed and looked away from the phone, racking your brain at trying to figure out what to do but you had that slight nauseous feeling again. You were eating your usual amount of food- but you noticed you were more tired and had waves of sick-feeling. 

Gods you needed a vacation.. An electronic vacation away from it all but a small part of you felt like you were abandoning him.. Did he miss you as much as you missed him? 

You had thought about phasing into other Loki books, shorter, sweet ones but you felt like it wouldn't be the same. Was this an addiction? Was your mental state okay? 

More days passed and you remained the same. Honestly, was this what writer's block felt like? How you needed to think of a plan, something to do to fix your dilemma but not a thought came to mind on how. It got bad enough where you sent the author a second inbox message, asking how they’ve been.

You immediately regretted it when you pressed send.

Her other stories were pretty good- a lot unhinged, dark themed but the plots were solid. Definitely sounded more like your Loki than the others, and you couldn't help but think if something was wrong with you for thinking such a thing..

Do you like bad boys now? Loki wasn't really a bad boy.. Most would call him an anti villain right? Technically a hero with a shit ton of character development. 

Your eyes closed and you drew in a breath, trying to ignore another wave of nausea just as your mom walked in before you could hide your facial expression.

‘’Still not feeling well? It’s been a couple of days..’’ she said with worry, coming over to sit beside you and place a nice, cool hand on your forehead. 

‘’You're not really burning up.. Though your not eating as much..’’

‘’I love your food mom but- my appetite is just paused right now..’’ you tell her, hoping she's not offended because it is by far NOT her food that's the problem. Her food is amazing.

You notice the hesitance in her face like she wants to say something and you sigh, stopping your urge to roll your eyes. ‘’There’s no boys in here.’’

‘’I know honey it’s just.. You’d tell me if you were dating anyone right? We’d love to meet them and have them over for dinner and-’’

‘’I’m not dating yet mom, or seeing anyone, i promise i’d let you know if i- oh god..’’ you groan and cover your face, red cheeked and embarrassed while she retracted her hand. 

‘’What?”

‘’You think im having sex.’’ you mumble into your hands.

‘’Well.. Honey.. It’s just..’’

‘’I promise mom, I haven't had sex. In like.. Forever. Imma be the dude from 40 Year Old Virgin by the time i find the right guy around here because thats how much action ive-’’

‘’Okay okay- thank you hon.. I was just concerned, it’s a parents job.’’ she sighed with a small smile when she noticed my teasing look.

Mom and I could always be honest with each other, the mother and daughter relationship I hope everyone has- not necessarily talking about all private stuff but.. Feeling safe to talk about anything. 

‘’I love you honey, need anything?” she asks as she gets up.

‘’No, thank you. Were you gonna head over to Mary’s?” you ask, sitting up and cracking your back.

‘’Yeah, did you want to come along?” she asked and from the hopeful sound of her voice, how could i say no.

‘’Sure- i could use the break anyways,’’ you shrug and stand up, wincing as soon as you say it while mom pauses at the door. 

‘’What were you working on?” 

‘’Ohh just.. Some Youtube edits you know, getting some ideas finally out of my head.’’ you fib, grabbing your stuff and following her out with being just lucky enough for her to shrug and accept the answer, hardly knowing you had been just buried in obsession and anger arising from a ghosting author.

Today you actually threw up, having hugged the toilet probably longer than you've held your phone today. 

The sickness wasn't necessarily worse, but the nausea actually fell through with its threat than just.. Being there. 

You had thought maybe if it was a time change, maybe being from Asgard and here made your body feel like it was in a different time zone than you realized. You also thought it was switching foods, drinks, your bed- anything that had made you transitioned from where you were. 

It sounded impossible so maybe there was just a bug going around.. 

You had spent the past few hours of restless sleep reading the actual story of what actually happened in Like You Mean it and quite frankly.. You felt like you saved the poor chick.

It opened up with how you started- a woman wakes up and eventually runs into Loki. However, instead of your multiple attempts of escape, this chick just.. Cooperates. She does everything she can to try to please him- even if it were things she was again or wasn't into.. Perhaps to win his heart to make him more compliant in trying to hear her out but quite frankly.. There wasn't much talking going on in the first few chapters.

You never got how some reader characters just.. Folded. Easily. Loki was drop dead gorgeous and logically it makes sense but realistically.. You wouldn't just let a stranger practically manhandle and use you just cause he’s hot, right?

Welcome to dark romance.

She came to her senses when she realized pain and pleasure was her life but the pain increasing through each character had her seek out escape. Fleeing on horseback was her first attempt aside from major arguments that went nowhere but the bedroom, and it made you shiver in more ways than one with all the thoughts coming back.

Perhaps in some sort of way, the negative aspect of it all had you sick enough to find yourself here. Your mom practically spawned out of nowhere when you donated more guts to the toilet and felt her gentle hand rubbing your back.

‘’Sweety, I really think you should consider seeing a doctor.. There hasn't been any word of a bug going around and you seemed perfectly fine last week.. Are you sure there isn't anything going on?” 

You loved how your mom was so concerned but hated how you felt annoyed because of it. Maybe you just hated making her worry and took it out on her as you spit into the toilet and sighed, giving her a ‘this again look’. 

‘’Mom, i told you i havent had any-’’

Your words were cut off when she held up a strange looking stick, wrapped in pink plastic and a ‘pleassse’ look on your moms face. ‘’Is that-’’

‘’I know you haven't been having sex darling but.. Could you at least take this? For me? It will just make me feel better that your-’’

‘’Theres no trust in thai family.’’ you sighed sarcastically and nearly rested your forehead on the seat. ‘’I haven't had a boyfriend in years. And no i don’t have flings.’’ you added when you heard your mother inhale.

‘’I do trust you but.. Please?” she asked quietly, making you take a breath and close your eyes. 

She was wasting her time and wanting you to prove it. Holding a hand out without even turning around, you felt her place it in your hand and her footsteps approached the door.

‘’Do you know how to-’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Alright dear.. Let me know if you need anything.’’

You heard the door close behind you and you relaxed. She meant well.. But you wished she’d trust your word. You did have one scare when you were in highschool- that being the last fling you ever had before you were more careful when you were dating. 

Flushing first, you rolled your eyes as you unwrapped the plastic and peed on the area you needed too. The things were easier than what movies made them seem, and you placed it on the counter to wait for the obvious results to come up. 

Two lines meant positive- though there were false positives and negatives, which is why normally people took two or three. Yet if mom only gave you one, then there should be a little trust in your word.

Almost snorting to yourself, you sat down on the floor and rested your back against the door, picking up your phone while you set a mental timer in your head for the results to have come through. 

While you had been waiting for this author to get to her messages- if at all- she has been posting some pretty cool updates on some originals she’s been working on. You resisted the urge to comment on the posts with ‘cool’ or ‘can’t wait’ encase she’d recognize you and ghost you permanently for sure- if that be the case.. Maybe she's just one of those people that ignores update requests and stays as ‘ill update when i update, you’ll find it eventually’.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you began to doomscroll in some of the fan art pages before you noticed the time was just about ready to tell your mom I told you so. Reaching up, your hand paused just as it had picked up the stick- the sound on a “ding” in your inbox indicating someone had sent you a message. 

Brows furrowing, you hardly talked to anyone on here and when you did, it was through tags. Moving your thumb slowly to open up messages, a small twist began to appear in your stomach.

Were you going to barf again?

Taking a deep breath, focusing on the phone would distract you from the nausea but when you finally clicked on Inbox, the message there nearly did have you throw up.

It was from Mischief Maker, a single message on its own rather than being attached to your own message thread you had sent that nearly had your body shiver in chills and pale.

“Return to me..’’

You didn't know how you knew.. You didn't know how it was possible.. It was getting hard to breathe while your hands began to shake. Shake so much- you dropped the test onto the floor with a light tap on the bathroom tile. 

‘Return to me’... it.. It’s not possible.. She’s fucking with you.. Right? 

You couldn't breathe.. 

You couldnt move..

You needed to throw up.. You were going to be sick..

Your eyes slowly drifted off..

Down..

To the test laying beside you on the floor..

Positive.

YOU CANT CONVINCE ME THIS SONG WOULDNT BE PLAYING IF THEY ROLLED CREDITS!

MY MY WE’RE FINALLY HERE!

But don’t worry, this is not the end :) I've just deemed it appropriate to end it on this note as book one but I do hope to get to book two in the near future. 

“I Mean It” (Loki Love Story) will be the title, and I'll be sure to post an announcement HERE whenever it does get posted. Still, keep an eye out ;) 

I’d like to thank everyone who’s followed me on this journey! I’ve read and appreciated every comment and share you’ve given and have found it amusing with so many ideas and guesses being offered.

I was sweating at the ending tho.. Don’t get me wrong, i would have loved a more ‘happy ending’ but if you’re familiar with my writing style, thy demon tends to steal thy pen LOL 

And I love me some twisted plot twists.

My offered reassurance is that a sequel will be presented :) 

I hope i answered all of your questions as they’ve been commented- even i tend to confuse myself sometimes and over explain LOL But yeah.. Perhaps a more clear understanding of things will be further explained in the next book. 

What next?

Well, I fully intend on getting started with book two when I can. One shots will still be written, other projects updated/finished and I hope to start a new book soon so keep an eye out :D (might be already published for later readers).

We’ve all fantasized of living in such places with our dream man ;) I wanted to keep it as realistic as possible if one would find themselves in an actual situation such as this- especially me where most of my sarcastic sass dripped into Y/N’s character personality Lol which.. Tends to get ‘us’ in trouble. I had so much fun writing this still and truly can’t wait for what the future holds for these characters 🙂

Never underestimate Loki ;) 

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She stood now, truly, in the chambers he had occupied for centuries (a feat all on its own), looking far too antsy, her stare directed down onto his bed. She’d insisted on making a good impression on his parents, but Loki could see the regret plainly on her face as she looked down at the dress that would grant her that good first impression. Specially made, fabric in his signature green, a gold belt around the middle, meant to cinch and accentuate her delightful form. A garment far too normal by Asgardian standards (Loki withheld mentioning that it could even be considered as quite plain, a day dress), but far too different to her usual choices.

“Maybe they’d like to see the evolution of human clothing instead.” She spoke weakly, not looking away from the dress.

“My darling, I do not think that my parents would quite appreciate that, not during a first meeting. The All-Father least of all. Perhaps during tea with my mother and her ladies tomorrow.” Loki tried to ease the sting of denial his words brought, running a hand slowly over her back.

Her answering sigh was small and with none of her usual personality shining through it. She was hesitant as she reached for the dress and moved towards the dressing screen they had brought into his chambers for her. He had, naturally, offered to help her get dressed, but she had rejected the offer stiffly. Her nerves at the prospect of meeting his parents warmed his heart, in all honesty. That was all this could be, he was certain of it. Just as he was sure that she had no reasons to worry over it. She was so very beautiful, and with a wonderful heart and soul to match the sweetness of her outside. He was certain his mother would love her. If the All-Father did not share that sentiment, it would be more indicative of his character rather than hers.

Loki grew beyond certain of these facts when she walked out from behind the dressing screen bathed in what was, essentially, himself.

He only wished he could ease her mind, so she could wear it with full, unabashed confidence, as she deserved. He would happily spend the entire evening glum from all the eyes that would inevitably be on her if it meant having his darling properly admired.

Staring at herself in the mirror, he could see she seemed displeased.

“Is there really nothing else I could wear?” Loki frowned at her tone.

“Have you suddenly grown to dislike green, my darling? Grown sick of seeing it upon my fine self?” Loki grinned, already having walked up to her, his arms wrapping around her.

“One of your many dresses, maybe… you talk of them a lot.” She continued, undeterred.

“My love, if you find this dress to be too much, it would do you no further good to even set eyes on mine.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, watching as she seemed to shrug it off slightly in their reflection in front of him.

Now, Loki was beginning to frown slightly, his mind, although usually (in his own words) uncharacteristically fast, putting things together with a certain slowness what with her looking so attractive.

“You have seemed down all day, my love. At first, I believed it to be an endearing nervousness born of your eagerness to make a good impression on my parents. However, looking at you now and how you seem to shy away from my deliberate affections…” Loki paused, trying to catch her eye in the mirror’s reflection. “You are… displeased with the dress? Expected something more exuberant be given for you to wear? I understand, my love. We will remedy this immediately, I shall have them fetch my own dresses, as you said-”

He’d already begun to move away, ready to call for the servants, when she reached back for his forearm, halting him.

“It’s not the dress. It’s… a really pretty dress, Loki.”

“Then…” He turned back towards her, fingers linking with hers as if by nature. “whatever is it, dearest? I cannot make it better if you do not tell me.”

She took a deep sigh before speaking, as if the very idea of her speaking the words that would follow was harming her.

“It’s not the dress that I don’t like… it’s me being the one in it.”

For a moment, Loki believed this to be the best trick he had ever been privy to. Out of all the tricks he had planned, executed, seen happen, or even that had been attempted on him, this one was the best. However, she did not begin to smile or laugh after she’d said those ridiculous, ridiculous words.

His near mirth turned into confusion, if not slight frustration.

“What in the Nine are you on about, my love?” His words were nearly joined by a chuckle, Loki very much still in disbelief.

Her patience seemed to snap all at once at his continued unwillingness to just simply understand.

“I don’t look good, Loki! How much simpler can I make it for you? I’m sure you can see it just fine on your own.” Her voice seemed to lose force as she went on, her final words a mere dejected whisper.

Now Loki was well and truly rendered silent. Had he been doing such an awful job as a partner despite his lengthy list of previous successes?  

“Don’t…” He couldn’t hold back the light, dry chuckle this time, a sign of his sudden worry. “Don’t be ridiculous, dearest. You are always ethereal.”

“You don’t need to lie, Loki. Not just because it’s who you are.”

 “Despite my title, love, I have no intentions of lying to you. Least of all when it comes to the plainest truth in all of the Nine Realms. You are beautiful, and you were made with that truth at the very base of your soul.”

She shook her head, not accepting what sometimes felt like the only fact he could fully trust.

Loki sighed and stepped behind her again, looking at her in the reflection.

“I feel as if I have betrayed you, love, living as long as I have with the absence of the knowledge that you seem to dislike yourself this much.”

“It’s not your fault. If anything, you’ve helped lessen it-” Her answer came quick, eager to try and diminish the problem, even though that is what he least wanted.

“You do not have to try and lessen the problem for me, my love. I only wish to help you.”

“Help… me? You can’t just fix this with magic, Loki.”

“And I would not want to.” He gently pulled her back, the two of them walking together, her in his arms, until he could sit himself on the edge of his bed.

His intentions to have her in his arms (and on his lap) were obvious, but she still hesitated. It took giving her a third gentle tug at her middle to have her give in and sit onto his thighs. Finally having her there immediately eased his mind at least slightly, but, if anything, she seemed more tense than before, stiff in his arms. Loki was unaccustomed to this and did not much care for it. He ran his free hand gently down the back of her head and her neck.

“I wish there was some way I could convince you that you are utterly enchanting, darling. To myself just as to others. To have you see how admired you are.”

She remained quiet in the breath of quiet following his words, but did not deny him when he leaned in towards her, their lips meeting in a slow embrace. When they broke apart for breath (more for her benefit than his), Loki smiled lightly, clearly amused about something.

Both of his hands moved to her hips, pulling her further onto his lap. He watched as recognition lit up her eyes, the both of them feeling the very moment that he sat her onto his already hard cock. In truth, it had begun to tighten within the confines of his leathers from the very moment he had seen the dress picked out for her, from the moment he had begun to attempt to envision her in it. Kissing her had only taken him further. Led him deeper down the inevitable path of insatiable hunger, a path he seemed to tread more and more often ever since he’d first met her.

He watched her eyebrows raise in recognition of what she could feel between the two of them, her hips twitching on their own against his. Instinct, born of their many, many moments of shared passion.

“Do you see the state you have rendered me to, my dearest darling?” He purred, his own hips moving to meet hers, to cajole hers into a slow, reciprocated dance.

“Just from seeing you, from thinking of you in a dress in my colours. Of tasting your lips. These lips…” He moved his right hand off her hips, thumb tracing her bottom lip just as intently as his eyes tracked the motion.

He could feel her cunt throbbing against him as he did this, their eyes meeting as she took the tip of his thumb into her mouth, lightly sucking on it.

“Do you intend to kill me, darling?” He exhaled with his words, breathing faster already. All from her.

This, this moment, is when he wished she could see herself most. A true siren. Temptation incarnate to the very God of temptation and hedonism. If he could not resist her, who could? This is what she seemed to not understand for one reason or another. Disbelief fought against melancholy within his heart, all of him eager to understand her, eager to show her just how she managed to undo a God as simply as the laces of a dress were undone.

“To shut you up, maybe.” She replied, just as breathless as he was. So, she still did not believe him, then. Doubted his words of veneration.

“Anything you ask of me, I would do gladly. Even if you asked me to die for you.” He panted, bringing his lips to her neck, feeling her bite the side of his thumb lightly in admonishment. “But I could never quiet my words when their goal is to bring your beauty to light, darling.”

He felt her moan against his thumb when their unhurried thrusts happened to meet just right, and Loki thought it was the loveliest sound he had ever heard. If he was to do anything in this life, it would be to bring her pleasure, of all sorts, for as long as she willed him be near her.

“Do you want more, darling?” He whispered, needing to hear her ask for it. To ask for him.

“Yes,” She breathed, releasing his thumb from her mouth if only to kiss the pad of it lightly.

“Anything you want, my love.” He did not let her take his thumb back into her mouth. If it was possible for someone to be envious of their own body, he certainly was, watching her lavish something that was not his mouth with kisses. He leaned in to kiss her before she could kiss it again.

It was while he kissed her that he took hold of her hips anew, properly, his hold steady and confident. He liked to think that he knew her more than perfectly by this point, knowing just what her body would require of him to release and bring her satisfaction. The pace he set was a tad quicker, the friction between their bodies firmer and more insistent. He could feel his cock leaking steadily against his trousers. He hoped she could feel it, too.

He broke the kiss, keeping his mouth right against hers, hoping to feed her the love the words he would speak had soaked up.

“Every part of you… every single one, is flawless. The Norns made you with care, my love, with the intent of making you a weakness even the strongest warrior would not be able to resist.” Her moans were soft, kissing his lips as he watched her growing warmer.

“I could spend centuries kissing every veritable inch of you. Your mouth, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck, your shoulders…” His eyes, admittedly, strayed at this point, down to the neckline of her dress, the ghost of a smile on his mouth. “These breasts.” He growled lowly, hunger slipping through and melding with adoration. The movement of their hips was, if anything, growing more intense, just like their breathing.

“Your stomach, your hips, those soft thighs…” He was undeterred, only one goal on his mind. “That delectable, sweet cunt.” His teeth lightly bit onto her bottom lip, pulling at it lightly, eyes watching hers roll back briefly in pleasure.

“Loki…”

“I know, my love, I know. I feel it, too.” He soothed her, pulling her in for another kiss, his tongue eager to taste hers, groaning into her mouth as he felt her growing restless, her hips moving of their own volition, regardless of the rhythm he’d set with his hands on them.

“Regardless of what you believe you see- Norns… regardless, you are the only one able to render the God of Mischief to such a pathetic state… I am yours. Yours to-” He groaned against her jaw. “to do what you please with. Yours to play with.” He could feel the hot warmth of her cunt through the layers of clothing separating them, could feel it against his cock, only tempting it further. Tempting him to slide into her the way he hoped he could do forevermore. The mere memories of her warmth had his cock twitching, moments from release. She was all-powerful.

It was that final thought, that fact, that he, always having strived to be unshakable, had been bested by the love, kindness and beauty of a woman who seemed unwilling to see those traits within herself, that had him coming, a deep moan of her name leaving his mouth, his head tipped back up to the ceiling. As if Valhalla was up above and not currently within his arms. He could feel himself spending in his trousers, but he had no place to be embarrassed. He felt like the luckiest being in all of the Nine Realms.

Especially when her own release followed his, Loki’s every sense getting overwhelmed with the differing feelings of it. The sounds, the sight of her atop him, the grip of her fingers on his shoulders (he wished the touch would leave bruises on him), the weight of her forehead coming to rest against his collarbone, the warmth of her breath there as she caught her breath. He wished to forget everything else that he had ever learned in the centuries he’d spent alive, just so he could forever memorize every single detail of this very moment flawlessly.

“We’re gonna be late, Loki…” She eventually whispered, still catching her breath against him, though he took joy in the light kisses she pressed to his neck.  

He tossed his hair off his shoulders with a jerk of his head, giving her a slow, lazy smirk as he looked down at her.

“You know I always enjoy a dramatic entrance, my love. If anything, they are expecting us to be late. We would do best not to disappoint them.”

Rating: R (with pending dark elements)

Note: the wonderful @darknessawaits28 had helped me RP a handful of the chapters to help solidify a skeleton for this piece and i couldn't be more happier of how it turned out!!! Thank you my love!!

Theme Song: ALWAYS BEEN YOU by Chris Grey

COMING SOON!!! TAG LIST IS OPEN! let me know

Rating: R (with pending dark elements)

Note: the wonderful @darknessawaits28 had helped me RP a handful of the chapters to help solidify a skeleton for this piece and i couldn't be more happier of how it turned out!!! Thank you my love!!

Theme Song: ALWAYS BEEN YOU by Chris Grey

COMING SOON!!! TAG LIST IS OPEN! let me know

and of course, we can't get into this without a thank you to the real life "Spot" for inspiring me, you're famous to me, you devilish sweet girl, ily and thank god you can’t read because who knows what kind of trouble you'd cause then.

dividers by cursed-carmine <3

“Would you be down for some cat sitting?" You muster up your best puppy eyes, batting your eyelashes at Loki as you intercept him on his way to the elevator.

“Cat sitting? Why– I do not– What?” Loki narrows his eyes, searching your face. “Did you hit your head? There’s no cat.”

“There is now!” You hold up your kitten in front of Loki’s face. “This is Spot. I thought it was appropriate to name her that ‘cause she’s got all these cute spots on her coat. Anyway… You’d just have to make sure she uses the litter box.” You smile at him. 

Spot’s tiny back legs dangle awkwardly as Loki scans the little creature. She looks around curiously then blinks at Loki before you cradle her to your chest in a more comfortable position.

“No. I’ve prior arrangements to take care of. Get somebody else to do it.” Loki says coldly, trying to walk around you and avoid discussing the matter further.

“Everyone else is busy with the meeting we’re having!” You whine, clutching Spot tighter. “And they said she’d be a distraction there.” You grumble sadly.

Being glued to Spot’s side for the past few days really did a number on you. She’s the sweetest, cutest thing in existence, adorably chaotic and funny as hell with her behaviour. You never want to be separated from her but unfortunately, you do have responsibilities.

Loki sighs, pausing his steps, then slowly turns around to meet your gaze again.

“I’ve been gone for two measly days and somehow meanwhile you’ve acquired a feline from who knows where and now you expect me to take care of it as if I’ve got nothing better to do.” Loki frowns. “I’m sorry, darling, but this sounds like your problem.”

“I feel manipulated,” Loki scowls as he stands in your room with his arms crossed. He looks exactly like the sulking god he is but since he agreed to do this, you forgive him.

“Please Loki, she was on the street! And I don’t want her to go away. Tony said if she has one more accident on the carpet I have to get rid of her!” Your bottom lip trembles and before you can stop it tears gather in your eyes.

“That wasn’t my intention, I’m sorry. You can ask for a favor after this.” You scratch behind Spot’s ears before you move to the cabinet where you keep her food. 

Loki perks up at the mention of favors but tries to hide it under a pretense of this whole thing being a nuisance. He very much had plans before this, he was definitely headed somewhere and not just walking around the tower hoping to run into you. Since that would be pathetic. And he’s not. He’s a god.

“Food’s in here.” You open the cabinet door, revealing way too much food in it considering you got a cat a few days ago. Admittedly you went a little overboard since you got so excited when you found a kitten. Loki doesn’t mention how it looks like you stocked up for weeks.

“This is her eating area.” You shut the cabinet and point to the bowls next to it; one for her food, one for her water, set neatly on a rubber mat with a paw print pattern. “You can feed her whatever, she’s really not picky.” 

“Alright,” Loki nods pensively.

“Her litter box is in the bathroom. Oh and you should watch her closely. If she does a squat that means she has to go. She’s not very good at getting there on time yet.” You list everything you think is important since you’re not sure he’s ever looked after a pet and Spot definitely requires extra attention since she's still so little.

“Anything else?” Loki grumbles, already tired of all the instructions. He’s a god, he can handle this pitiful creature just fine, thank you very much.

“You can play with her.” You shrug, watching as Loki walks towards the side of your bed until his foot kicks something across the floor. You don’t react to the noise of the object, used to cat toys littering your bedroom floor these days. “And don’t go through my stuff. Please.” You add quickly, too aware of certain things he could find out about you… like your feelings, if he happens to dig through your things. And you'd rather that doesn't happen.

Loki squints at the object on the floor then eyes you. It’s like he didn’t even hear what you said. “You did not.” He says evenly, bending down to grab the cat toy that’s been abandoned on the floor after a play session with Spot.

“Huh?” You furrow your eyebrows, curious about what he’s talking about. When he straightens, a little plushie version of him dangles from the end of the string of a cat wand. “Oh!” Realization washes over you. “Yeah so she ripped the original ball that was on it apart. I had to get creative to fix it.” You explain, more than a little embarrassed that you didn’t think to hide that particular toy.

“And the natural conclusion you came to after that happened was to use a plush of me?” Loki punctuates the question by waving the wand around dramatically. The sound of the bell on it draws Spot’s attention away from chasing her tail. She runs over to Loki, eager to play with the… plush Loki in all his green suit glory.

“It was what I had on hand!” You defend yourself, hoping that the heat that’s quickly rising to your face isn’t visible externally while Spot jumps in the air trying to reach the toy that's way too high for her to get to. 

“Why would you even have that?!” Loki exclaims, dropping the wand and in no time Spot’s scuffing it up, wrestling it as if it’s a matter of life or death.

“No reason!” You blurt, avoiding eye contact briefly. 

You seriously should’ve hidden the damn plush of him. 

“How’d you get it?” Loki squints at you in suspicion. You purse your lips, unsure how to answer his question. What's worse? The truth or a lie? What would be more embarrassing? 

On second thought maybe you can give no answer at all. 

Loki stares at you, waiting for you to break but you don’t give into the pressure of the silence. There’s no way you’re admitting your friends got you the plush toy as a gag gift because they found out you had a crush on Loki… and then you actually kept it.

“This is ridiculous! I am not a chew toy!” Loki exclaims, drawing his own conclusions since you won’t offer an explanation.

“But she loves you! Look!” You gesture at Spot still having the time of her life playing with plush Loki on the floor.

“She is chewing my face off!” The horror on his face almost makes you laugh and forget about how flustered you feel.

“Okay okay, look, just make sure she does her business in the litter box and feed her if she hangs around her bowl. I’ll be back before you know it!” You repeat and leave the room in a rush before Loki can change his mind.

Loki stares at Spot a few more moments before he clears his throat loudly to establish hierarchy. Spot stops what she's doing and looks up at him startled.

You'll tell Loki you like him soon…

“It looks like you've been acquainted with me… I am Loki. Of Asgard.” He upholds a cold, regal tone of voice.

Spot stares at him. To her he’s but a man albeit an odd one. She can sense Loki isn’t quite the same as you but can’t fathom what or who he really is.

“I am a god therefore you will not pee on the floor around me or scuff my face any longer, is that clear?” Loki narrows his eyes at Spot, but before he can even properly finish his demands, Spot's back to fighting the plush version of him. 

He scowls at the sight and sits on the bed, looking around your room. 

While you are the only person in the tower who is on good terms with him despite all the mischief he causes, he still wouldn’t deem the two of you close enough to spend time in your chambers. 

Yet here he is. Alone…

Hopefully your meeting will be over fast and Loki will be on his merry way out of here and away from your disrespectful feline. He wanted to spend time with you, not the scornful thing you took in.

He wants to busy himself with something like reading a book but he suspects you wouldn’t be happy if you found out he didn’t actually keep an eye on Spot so he accepts his fate, watching his beautiful plush face being bit over and over by sharp canines.

After some time Spot gets bored of the plush. Loki celebrates the little victory of his likeness not being tarnished any longer but soon finds himself regretful as Spot starts to run around the room, wreaking havoc, knocking over anything she possibly can and hiding behind furniture just to run out from it then doing it all over again.

Loki would’ve appreciated some warning about how energetic Spot is. He scolds the creature when he deems she will hurt herself and tries to make her calm down when he notices she’s panting, completely out of breath, yet it only seems to spur her on more.

Spot runs over and starts playing with the string of a hoodie that’s discarded on your armchair. “Stop that,” he grumbles when he catches up with her, reaching to swat her paw away. Spot doesn’t back down, swatting his hand in return, understanding it as some kind of game.

“Spot!” Loki finally uses his stern tone, reaching his wit’s end. He’s surprised when it works and Spot stills completely. He lets out a sigh of relief as she walks a few feet away from him. It seems like she has calmed down and is going to sit down… Except she oddly hovers above the floor and her expression looks… 

That’s the moment he realizes what's about to happen.

“NORNS ABOVE, NO! YOU NEED TO BE CIVILIZED!” Loki quickly grabs Spot and runs to your bathroom. He doesn’t reach the litter box yet when the insolent thing starts to relieve itself into his hand, the pee quickly trickling off it and down onto the tiles.

Loki remains gentle when placing Spot into the litter box despite the feeling of disgust he feels from the sensation of cat urine hitting his skin. He wasn’t aware that discovering new, unpleasant things was still a thing after turning over a thousand years old but leave it to your feline to change that.

After he's sure Spot's good, he finds a cleaner, spraying it over the tile and removing all evidence of the accident from the bathroom floor, lest you find out about how your beloved creature humiliated him. 

Only as he's washing his hands does he realize he could've used magic to clean up the mess.

“Never in my life, in all my bloody years, have I been humiliated so. You are never to speak a word of this to anyone. Not to Thor. And especially not to her.” Loki grumbles as he soaps his hands for the third time.

He’s not sure if complaining about it makes him feel any better about being humbled by something so much smaller than him but he thinks it best to make it clear to the feline that what happened today is staying between them and the bathroom tiles. 

While he’s wiping his hands dry, suddenly Loki’s nose is invaded with the most unpleasant scent he’s ever smelled. Frankly, it makes him want to retch. 

“What in the wretched hell is that woman feeding you?!” Loki pinches his nose together.

Spot jumps out of the litter box and starts grooming herself. The little arsehole didn’t even bury her business like a lady. She just left it out in the open. Loki clears his throat. She looks at him like he interrupted something important. 

“Don’t think you should cover that up, do you?” Loki scoffs.

As Loki has quickly gotten used to, Spot doesn’t react to his words at all and instead goes about grooming the other side of her little body. He rolls his eyes and waves his hand, burying the stuff with a spell, refusing to deal with it further than that. 

He is a god after all and definitely not a god who cleans cat poop out the litter box. That is beneath him.

“Come now, I reckon we’re done here.” Loki announces, walking out the room. This time Spot excitedly follows and runs straight to her eating area while Loki closes the door to keep the persisting stench out.

“Made space in your tiny digestive tract, have you?” Loki raises an eyebrow at Spot who’s circling her bowl. “Very well.” He hums on his way to dig through the food cabinet. “Let's see, what have we here… Beef? Or chicken? Perhaps Miss Spot is craving some fish? Salmon, hm?” He looks through the various flavors of cat food.

Spot meows as if she understands what Loki is saying and agrees with it at the mere mention of salmon. That’s when Loki realizes you probably have a habit of talking to your kitten. Strangely, that warms his heart. Even if Spot did essentially desecrate him today.

He scoops some salmon cat food into the bowl. Spot gobbles it up right away, purring, awfully satisfied with the chosen flavor. After her belly is full she finally settles down, curling up on the floor while Loki decides to lay on your bed and conjures a book, figuring you won’t mind if he makes himself comfortable. For the time being the little creature is keeping still and he plans to make use of the downtime.

Ten pages later, Spot joins him on the bed. At first she decides to lay down a good distance away from Loki and he continues to read. Another few pages and she curls up right next to him, with her back resting against Loki’s side, causing a little pang in his heart.

No, no, no. He will not be fond of a creature that has pissed on him.

Loki stares at Spot. It doesn’t seem like she will move anytime soon. With a good amount of hesitation, he very gently pets her head, just to see how it feels. No other reason. And Spot starts to purr from his touch.

“Damn it,” he sighs, acknowledging he’s as good as gone. 

Just like you, he may be developing a soft spot for Spot.