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300 words challenge day 1

A Ripe Golden Fruit

Loki pulled his furs tighter around him and watched the Asgardian prince through narrowed eyes. It had been foolish for the Aesir to travel to Jotunheim alone. He was lucky it had only been Loki who found him and not one of his brothers, or, gods forbid, his father. Laufey and his older sons were all cruel; Loki himself was not, although there were many who saw his lack of compassion as a cruelty in and of itself.

The Asgardian prince, Thor - for it must be him - picked his way through the frozen plain, oblivious to Loki’s presence. Loki regarded him with a certain hunger. He was of a size with Loki himself and though his coloring was strange to Loki’s eyes the breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms were breathtaking. His hair as well, Loki had never seen the like, golden and gleaming palely in Jotunheim’s weak sun.

Loki stepped out from behind an ice pillar and let his invisibility spell dissolve.

Thor drew up short and put his hand casually on the hammer hanging at his belt.

“You are Loki,” Thor said.

“I am,” Loki said, pleased that his reputation had preceded him so. “And you are Thor.”

“Are you to take me prisoner, then?”

“No.”

“So you have not come for me?”

“I didn’t say that,” Loki said softly.

“What do you mean?” Thor’s eyes were very blue. How delightfully strange. They swept over Loki.

“I have been watching you, Thor of Asgard,” Loki said, pitching his voice low and pacing slowly forward. He shook one hand free of his furs and let his bracelets fall to cover his wrist. “You are very far from home, a ripe golden fruit in these frozen wastes. You should be careful lest someone -” and he was close enough now that he raised his hand to rest lightly on Thor’s cheek - “pluck you.”

He felt Thor’s intake of breath. “What if I do not wish to be plucked?”

Loki smiled and it was all teeth.

“It’s far too late for that.”

A Copy? | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Request: Can you do a Loki imagine (female or gender neutral reader.) Where they’ve been together for a while and Loki finally decides to stop by readers home and finds out the reader named their cat Loki? (@deans-short-girl

Warnings: FLUFF

Words: 432


I hadn’t intended  on my lover returning from Asgard today, if I had, perhaps I would have actually dressed up, or scrubbed my apartment spotless, or hidden the fact that the cat shared the same name. Now, I swear I’m not some stalker who’s obsessed with their boyfriend, in fact, I had named my cat Loki long before I met the real man.

I had studied Norse mythology in college and learned all sorts of things about the god of mischief and when I got my cute little ink black kitten, the first thing he did was disobey every rule I tried to teach him. If you told him not to get on the counter, he’d hop right up and plop himself down on it. He didn’t care what I said, but we still loved each other. He was my cat as I was his human.

When my lover arrived, I was singing softly, refilling Loki’s water bowl.

“(Y/N), I have returned for you.” I heard a voice say from behind me. I jumped, the sudden noise forcing a small yelp from my throat.

“Loki!” I exclaimed, jumping into his arms, little Loki rushing to my feet at the sound of his name.

“What is that…fur thing?” Loki mumbled against my neck.

“Oh…erm…that’s my cat…his name is Loki as well.” I said softly, kneeling down to scratch under the kitty’s chin.

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed and he scrunched his nose, “Do all you Midgardians have animal’s named after Asgardians?”

“No, no, you and him having the same name is pure coincidence. D’you wanna pet him?” I said softly, looking up to meet my lover’s eyes.

“Do they…find that enjoyable?” He whispered, eyeing the cat with confusion.

“Here, love, go sit down and I’ll bring him to you, okay?” I motioned towards the plush chair I had in my living room and waited for him to sit. He settled the same way it always does, a straight spine, knees together and hand by his mouth so his fingers could fiddle with his lips.

I scooped little Loki into my arms, dropping him softly onto Loki’s lap. Both of them tensed up as they greeted each other. Eventually little Loki was satisfied with what he’d sniffed and flopped over on his side, curling against Loki’s stomach. Loki lightly patted his fur, slowly but surely warming up to him.

Three hours later and the two Lokis were cuddling on the couch, both ignoring me, even when I asked if I could join in and refusing to leave each other’s side.

8

“I was merely giving truth to the lie that I had been fed my entire life… that I was born to be a king.”

No, it’s fine, I’m not crying that Loki is deliberately emulating Thor’s coronation from the first movie, both in setting and with Thor’s signature red cape and his hammer, Thor who actually was born to be a king, Thor that Loki hates almost as much as he loves, Thor that Loki can never let go of, even when he refuses to admit that that’s what he’s doing.

I’m not crying that Loki is play acting out the “lie”, that he’s so emotionally unbalanced that this is how he lashes out at his mother, saying SEE?  SEE, THIS IS WHAT YOU’VE REDUCED ME TO, this is what you’ve turned me into. I was born to be a king?  Well, clearly this is the only way I can ever actually have it, because you never intended any such thing!

It’s all fine.

Waiting Out the Storm

Life is not only about waiting for the storm to pass… is it


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Keep warm &Keep well

It’s  the coldest winter Ever this year  

Jotun Loki:  you should wear more* not me*

Thor: (even you don’feel cold )i can’t see you naked ><

Jotun Loki: ~~”

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After all these year ~ I can’t believe that I almost forgot to post it ><   (Thank God I found you )