Imagine forcing Loki to watch Impractical Jokers with you, your favourite show. To start with, he is dubious. Thinking no one can be a better joker/prankster than he. But halfway through the show, he is laughing along with you and enjoying it.
Imagine that Loki is both amused and confused by your quaint Midgardian slang, and keeps asking you to explain things like what “shipping” is, or what is meant by a “snatched body.” You can’t help laughing as he tries to make sense of your translations.
Loki retreating to the roof of Avengers Tower because the only one who ever goes up there anyway is Clint, and maybe Loki has a death wish but he can’t help being intrigued by the possibility of a conversation now between just the two of them.
Loki keeping the same hours as Tony–in other words, erratic and probably not too healthy. No one is really surprised.
Loki playing a silent game with himself whenever Natasha is in the room, trying to figure out how often she tells lies or half truths. It keeps his mind occupied, and though he doubts he will ever be able to read her completely, it’s good to keep in practise. Later, Natasha catches on, and starts throwing in subtle, harmless lies just to see if Loki will notice them.
Loki maintaining that everything he did on Midgard was clear-minded and intentional. It’s easier than admitting the madness grew too strong, and that sometimes he thinks he can still see wisps of blue in the corners of his vision.
Loki insisting that Thor bring him back several dozen books from Asgard, as well as a few flagons of his favourite wine. He doesn’t share except with Thor–and, once, with Pepper. She isn’t afraid of him; she’s just all-out pissed at him, and it’s so refreshing that he offers her a glass of his finest. She refuses, and he smiles, but the offer still stands.
Loki keeping mostly to himself, but every once in a while finding the silence a little too eerie. Sometimes when the others are gathered in the lounge over drinks, he slips into a corner and sits there without a single word. Everyone is pretty suspicious the first couple of times this happens, but Thor tells them not to worry. He suspects that Loki actually does want the company.
Loki sneaking into Tony’s workshop at odd hours to look around. He’s actually quite impressed with it all. Sometimes he adds little popups to the computer programs just to annoy Tony. (And then, to throw him off-balance, he occasionally adds something that’s actually quite useful. JARVIS knows, of course, but it’s amusing to watch Stark’s reaction all the same.)
Loki having two states of dress: impeccable, and careless lounge lizard. He is often seen padding around the tower with bare feet, even in Tony’s shop. On the rare occasions when the others allow him outside, he becomes a pristine, elegant bastard whose goal in life seems to be stealing admiring glances away from the rest of the group–or just stealing away from the group.
Loki getting up early and making breakfast for one. He deliberately wafts the scent of bacon into the air vents just so he can sit back and look smug when someone comes into the kitchen looking for the source.
Loki fighting nightmares even worse than Tony’s. Steve finds him one night huddled in a corner, and though he doesn’t say anything at the time, he does inform Thor the next day, with a murmured suspicion that there is still a lot Loki isn’t telling.
Loki turning up with a large brazier in his room from God-knows-where. He sets the fire late at night and sits before it for hours without moving or speaking. He hates the flames, but he needs what they can show him. Sometimes he even gets through. Frigga never knows how close he comes to showing himself in her fire.
Loki treating Bruce with a wary, room-skirting respect he offers no one else. He knows, after all, what it is to try to bury one’s demons. Bruce avoids him just as often; he does’t much like what happened either.
Loki trying not to show his surprise when, after the others begin to relax around him, they start asking if he needs anything. (They may not trust him, but they’re basically decent, after all). The first time Natasha throws out the question, Loki’s eyes flick automatically to Thor, seeking clarification. He cannot remember the last time it mattered what he wanted.
Laughs were genuine with Loki; you never had to fake one around him. He was a funny and caring guy and driven by his passion to achieve greatness - the women of Asgard fainted at the mere sight of him and Thor.
He’d just cracked another joke which made you laugh lightly. You looked him in the eye and noted how he looked very happy.
“You look rather merry today,” you complimented flashing one of your adorable smiles at him.
“Do you ever feel random surges of confidence?” He asked and you sighed and nodded your head. It’d always lead to you making a fool out of yourself.
He began to lean forward and your pulse raced. A small lock of hair tumbled and rested in front of your rosy cheek which was burning up, but with one swift slide of his thumb, it was brushed out of the way. His lips touched your cheek and you froze. When he pulled away you stood speechless.
He looked like he regretted his choices, “I am so sorry,” he mumbled before scurrying away. You ran your finger over where he had kissed your cheek and smiled to yourself.
‘The cavalry is here to save the day!’ Loki said as he bustled into my flat with two carrier bags.
I didn’t have a good day at Uni. So my best friend, Loki said he would come round and spend the evening with me. Which meant movies and lots of food.
Our relationship was, odd. After destroying New York some years ago, Loki decided to reside on earth after he was cast out from Asgard. I had met him one night in the local pub. I hadn’t believed him to start with when he said who he actually was, but that soon changed when he started his magic tricks.
annoying” Loki laughs and nudges your arm. You shrug and smirk as he rubs his
“You not the
only trickster here” you laugh and raise your hand. As you raise your hand, a
rock rises from the ground to meet it. You look up at Loki, with a grin on your
dare” Loki says, trying to be serious. You push your arm forward and the rock
flies, slamming into Loki’s arm. You laugh and he yells.
play at that game, Y/N” Loki grins and your eyes widen. You’re nowhere near as
good at this as Loki. You laugh and started running in the other direction.
You run down
the hall as Loki runs after you. As you run, you use the fire from the candles
in the hall and throw fire at him. He dodges and teleports in front of you. You
smash into him and he laughs.
“I win” He
smirks as you look up at him. You pressed your arms against his chest and use a
gust of wind, throwing him across the room. He smacks into the wall and groans
as you laugh.
“I guess not”
You laugh and begin running back down the hall. He pulls himself up and begins
chasing you. You notice your room door at the end of the hall. You run into it
and closed it. You leaned up against the door as he tried pushing it open.
he pushes the door open and wraps his arm around your waist. He lifts you up as
you laugh and he throws you onto the bed. The two of you laugh as he lies on
top of you.
You stare up
into his eyes and smile. He tilts his head and leans in slowing, softly kissing
your lips. He pulls away and rolls over, lying beside you. You turn over,
looking into his eyes.
“I love you”
You say as he begins to smile. He cups your face with his hand and leans in,
kissing you again. He pulls away and smiles.
“I know” he
laughs and you nudge his arm, before kissing him again.