30 Day OTP Challenge Day Sixteen: Morning Ritual(s)
Note: Fluff (Loki takes such good care of you! ^^)
You and mornings were not friends, you weren’t close. You hated mornings which meant hell for Loki who had to get you up for work, breakfast, etc. You let out a groan hearing the alarm blaring loudly at exactly seven am when Loki reached across from you and shut it off. Your eyes never opened as Loki let out a sigh before running a hand down his face. Suddenly you felt the bed shifted and your shirt being lifted up towards your neck before you smiled feeling Loki’s lip kiss down your spine as you moan softly at the gentle affection. “Loki.” You mumbled.
You could feel his smile when he kissed back up nibbling onto your ear as your eyes struggled to flutter open. “Come on my darling. I need you to wake up.” He whispered so softly before he continued his assault down your neck as you tilted your head to the side to give him more room. “Hmm.” You hum, but didn’t open your eyes when you felt his hands roam down your sides before he sat back making you shiver at the loss of warmth. “Come now, we have to awaken.” He said as you made a noise of protest feeling him get up from the bed.
You finally peeled your eyes open as you looked to see him walking towards the closet in only boxers when you crawled over to his side of the bed. You flopped down onto the floor whining at the coldness of the wooden ground when Loki turned around with a bored expression. “Really?” He asked as you reached up to him with grabby hands when he let out a small sigh. “Every morning.” He mumbled before walking over to you as he picked you up off the floor when you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist and held him close. “(Y-Y/N)!” He huffed.
“Warm.” You comment placing your cold feet against his skin as he hissed for a moment when he looked down at you before laying you down onto the bed. “You feeling sweats?” He asked going to the closet. “I’m feeling nude.” You said laying your hands behind your head. “Not an option.” Loki said growling as you blushed softly at the possessiveness in his voice. “S-Sweats sound great.” You stuttered when he turned smiling you to you. “Good choice.” He said as you cleared your throat before he grabbed some sweats and a shirt for both of you.
“Come on, we have to get your teeth brushed and your hair.” He said laying the clothes onto the bed as you whined before he grabbed your hands. You made yourself dead weight to make it more of a struggle for him as he growled trying to lift you. “(Y/N)… You.. You are being a child!” He huffs allowing you flop down onto the bed as you looked up to him with a wicked smirk of victory written on your face. Suddenly you cried out as he threw you over his shoulder before he walked over to the bathroom. He set you down onto the toilet as he opened the cabinet.
He got both your toothbrushes and paste before getting it on the brush as he hands you yours when he starts brushing his teeth while yours resides inside your mouth. He starts to brush his hair quickly before looking to you as you sat there with a still dazed expression. He sighed before he starts to brush your own hair when you look to him still not moving your toothbrush. Loki spit into the sink as he raises an eyebrow at you and setting the brush back. “Are you going to make me brush your teeth again?” He asked when you shrug before he pinches the bridge of his nose.
He looked back to you as he wiped his face before he started to brush your teeth while you sat there looking tired. He made you spit into the sink before he cleaned the brushes when he helped you back into the bedroom. You flopped back down onto the bed as he got his clothes on and glanced to you. “You’re dressing yourself. I am your boyfriend, not your mother.” He said crossing his arms. “Besides, I’m better at taking them off then putting them on.” He winks as your face lights up in a dark red hue before you grumble getting your clothes on.
You whined struggling to get them up to mid thigh as he watched you kick and flail around trying to pull them up, but failing. “Oh for the love of Asgard!” He exclaims stilling your sporadic movement before pulling your sweatpants the rest of the way. You grin at him as he sighed laying down on top of you when you snuggle against his chest. “Why are you so adorable?” He asked as you make a face. “Is this face adorable?” You asked making different expression when he cupped your face as you looked up to him. “Absolutely.” He whispered before kissing you.
“Softie!” You exclaimed squirming around as he looks at you. “What the flip-flop! How are you so strong?” You demanded. “I am a God.” He said as if that answered your question as you mimicked his sentence. “Act like that and you will eat nothing for breakfast.” He said standing up as you gasped before wrapping around him like a sloth to a tree. “No! I’m sorry! I love you!” You whine. “Don’t take my food!” You said looking up to him. “I’m beginning to think you only love me for my cooking.” He inquired as you gasp. “N-No way! I mean have you see your body! Ten out of Ten! Would bang again!” You grin.
He let out a sigh when he supported you when a hand on your butt before walking out to the kitchen as you started singing about eating pancakes and bacon. He sat you down onto the chair where you’d eat together in the mornings as you looked up to him. “Any preferred drink?” He asked. “Hm.. I’m feeling Juice today.” You said as he opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of your favorite juice. He grabbed two glasses when he set them down onto the table as you got up and started to set the table. He nodded in thanks as you grin kissing his cheek.
He pulled out the pancake mix and strawberries as he cut them up along with bananas before pouring them into the batter. The kitchenette you had suddenly filled with the intoxicating aroma of fresh fruit, pancakes, and bacon, in other words smiled amazing. Loki got plates and put the stacks of pancakes on them and another plate for the bacon before he shut off the stove. He walked over to the table and sat everything down before he joined you for breakfast. “Thank you.” You said getting out the syrup for the pancakes as you both started to eat.
You enjoyed moments like these, because you and Loki chatted about missions, what you were going to do today, how yesterday went, etc. It made you feel like it was a normal life considering he was a God and your lives were anything but. You laughed with Loki as you told stories about failed missions, or bizarre things that had happened when your phone buzzed. “Guess it’s time for work.” You said standing up as he stood up placing the dishes in the sink when you kissed before going towards the elevator. “How do you feel about kids?” You asked as his eyes widened.
Based on: “Imagine
baking Loki his favourite Midgardian cake for his birthday, and him
being deeply surprised because he told you when his birthday is just
once and yet you’re the only one that remembered it and made him
celebrate it after many years” by @imaginemarveluniverse
humming was lighting
the kitchen bathed in the soft sunlight. You checked the oven,
looking proudly at the growing cake you had
made by yourself. It seemed to be all right, but you got cautious
previous attempt at
cooling down on one of the kitchen counters, completely burnt and
You sat on one of the chairs,
trying to avoid looking at the ungodly mess you have made in the
process of baking. Flour was covering the floor with a thin layer
that you couldn’t get rid of with the broom. You should probably
wash it, but you felt weak at the mere thought of it. You were so
tired that you could fall asleep standing. Actually, a quick (but
normal) nap was a very tempting thought – your sore legs would
rest, and your eyes, which you have rubbed with a dirty hand, almost
burning them with flavouring…
No! No rest
You wouldn’t survive another round of starting everything from
Of course, you would certainly give up after another defeat if the
cake was meant just for you, but it wasn’t this time. You had a
very special occasion and wanted to make everything perfect…
A knock on the door was as
surprising as unusual. You have barely any close friends and none of
them lived nearby, so there was no chance they would randomly decide
to visit you before speaking to you first. And this couldn’t be the
mailman, because you had a letter-box on the other side of the
building. No one was visiting you like that. Maybe someone got lost
or one of your neighbours wanted to ask you something?
You flattened your hair which
you had no time to even brush today, but gave up on trying to cover
your war with the kitchen – the only thing that could help your
clothes get back to socially acceptable standards was a solid wash.
You opened the door with a
light smile to greet…
You said none of your friends
would visit you unexpectedly? Well, you have forgotten about the one,
now standing right in front of you – the only one that you would be
more than happy to see every other day but today – and the one that
was supposed to come tomorrow. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if
you weren’t preparing him a birthday cake. A kind of surprise. And
a present. Which you were supposed to give him on his bloody
And now he
got suspicious. He probably had the right to be, since you froze in
the doorway, with your thoughts literally screaming and your heart
everything okay…?” Loki asked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows and
peeking in over your shoulder. Your lack of words had
course!” you said with a totally unnatural, high-pitched
voice. And there
“So… May I come in?”
I mean… Nothing is-… Maybe tomorrow, you said tomorrow? Of course
forget about our tomorrow meeting and neither did you, right?” you
rambled, feeling smaller and smaller.
Green eyes looked at you
“If you have a guest, you
can just tell me. I just appeared to be around and thought that I may
come in, but there is no need to…”
no, no!” you almost shouted, but quickly calmed down. The longer
you were postponing it, the worse it was becoming. You took a deep
breath, moving to the side. “No one is here, I just… had
bad day. Kind of. You are welcome anytime.”
hesitated a bit, but entered your home, looking around suspiciously.
He was clearly searching for any signs of what was bothering you, but
besides the ungodly mess in the kitchen, nothing has caught his
attention. He knew your house well enough to catch
change given the amount of time you two
up with there.
“Well, now at least I think
I understand why you didn’t want me to see all this,” Loki
gestured to the pile of dirty dishes completely covering the sink.
shrugged, standing at the doorframe. You had to admit that the tall
man in a visibly expensive suit in no way fitted in that room. You
were actually surprised that he came inside of it, not afraid of
omnipresent mess. Thank God that Loki was your friend and wouldn’t
get mad over some stains on his clothes that you were almost sure
would appear out of nowhere. Or at least you thought he would. It
wasn’t your fault
spilled some things. A few times. Because you happened to be a little
bit too enthusiastic.
still seem to be stressed,” Loki noticed, making himself sit
comfortable on one of the chairs. He crossed his long legs, piercing
you with his gaze
had no way to avoid.
bad day,” you carefully selected your words, knowing that
on thin ice. You could almost hear it breaking as Loki was working
you out openly. “Nothing serious. Tried to keep my mind away from
everything, and well, you see what happened.”
“You mean this burning…
“Yeah, I kind of forgot
about it for a bit too long, got distracted. I’ll have to throw it
“I meant the one burning
“Wha-…? Oh, shit-…!”
you rushed to the oven, almost breaking your legs on the way.
even bother to look for a dishcloth, hissing over the sting of pain
when the temperature kissed your palms. And almost destroyed your
cake, apparently. You put it on the table, between empty packages and
a sugar container. It didn’t smell that
bad, but the obvious black spots on the sides were ruthless. And you
were so close… But, after putting some icing that would easily
cover them, a very thin layer of icing, maybe of different colours,
Loki observed the race of
emotions on your face. You were like an open book for him after all
those years of knowing each other. He had a sarcastic comment on the
tip of his tongue, but let it go, seeing how downcast you were.
The man cleared his throat.
“I bet it tastes better than
it looks like.”
“It doesn’t look bad. Look
there – this is a burnt cake. This one is… just slightly more
“Who have you made this
for?” Loki asked curiously.
“No one,” you answered a
little too quickly for him not to notice.
wolfishly. You felt a rock forming in your throat. You knew that grin
– it meant that Loki would never drop the subject that sparked
his interest before getting to know every detail.
“So I may have a piece after
it cools down?” he asked innocently.
“No, you can’t,” you
“Because I have to decorate
“Oh, come on,” Loki
smirked. “One piece won’t ruin your very necessary decorations.”
“Yes, it will, because this
has to be perfect.”
“But you just said you made
it for yourself. Since when do you care over the look and not the
taste…? It’s so uncommon of you, I am starting to worry about
you, you know?”
You groaned loudly, accepting
your defeat. He would never stop, and you were too tired to argue
with him for hours.
“I hate you,” you
muttered, resting your head on the table.
“And you still didn’t
“Because it’s for your
birthday, maybe?! Okay, I know it’s not today, but you were
supposed to come tomorrow. That’s why everything is a mess and I’m
completely not prepared… Loki, why are you so pale? I mean, more
pale than usual. Is everything okay?”
Loki was indeed frozen, with
pure disbelief on his face.
“You did… what? How did
you know about my birthday?” he uttered, suddenly in loss for
“You told me.”
was ages ago!”
got this thing called a calendar. I just made a note, Loki. There is
no need to act so surprised. Besides, you scare me and I’m not sure
if you are okay or not… I tried, okay? I’ve just always been a
disaster in the kitchen, that’s why I screwed it up…”
okay?” He repeated your words with raised
“Are you actually asking me if I’m okay with my
first birthday present in years? Do I look like I hate receiving
goods? I’m a god, I love all of them, let’s be honest…”
You stopped him.
you’re saying that no one
And now let’s move on to the main course, because the more I look
at it, the happier
Loki licked his lips, which earned him a small laugh from you. It was
another great thing about that day and it was still early.
forgotten how enjoyable birthdays could be when celebrated with
someone close. He smiled to himself when you were looking for a
Summary: In which (Y/N) has nightmares and can’t sleep, so Loki keeps her company, even if she doesn’t want it.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warning: tbh none really
A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything (as long as it isn’t morally wrong)! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:
- UPLOADING TWICE TODAY BECAUSE I COULDN’T YESTERDAY -
￼Request: Hi can a request a fluffy Loki x reader fic where the reader is in a situation where she cannot talk often (maybe her voice causes glass to crack and shatter and people to fall unconscious) instead she uses actions to convey her feelings. when Loki arrives with his brother for redemption he tries to get her to talk by annoying her to no avail. They’re alone one time and the reader snaps telling him to stop; he falls unconscious and she cares for him until he comes to. Please and thank you!!
Requested By: Anonymous
Word Count: 1, 988
Warnings: None (I think)
A/N: First Loki imagine, wooo! I hope you all enjoy, especially all you Loki fans out there. It was a refreshing change to write about him, so I’m glad I got the chance! If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! FYI, (Y/E/C) means ‘your eye color.’ Enjoy!
Loki was not happy. Not happy at all. Why wasn’t he happy? Because he was on Midguard. And what was wrong with being on Midguard? Thor, his brother was there. And he was stuck with him.
“Brother, do not worry. I’m sure that my comrades will not hate you. That much,” Thor comforted, slapping his brother on the back.
Stumbling forward, Loki looked back at his brother and scowled. “Oh, yes. I’m sure those mortals just love me after all that I did.”
Sighing, Thor looked at his brother. “You knew not what you were doing. Besides, you are repentant.”
“Am I?” Loki sassed back, earning a disapproving look from the ‘better’ sibling.
“Well, you will be. At least once they are through with you.”
Rolling his eyes, Loki trudged along beside his brother, looking up at the building. Sure, it was impressive for Midguard standards, but not for Asgard. If that was even his home anymore.
“Welcome, to the Avengers,” Thor announced, pushing open the glass doors with ease.
This will be just great, Loki thought to himself as he followed his oaf of a brother inside.
Well, could be going a lot worse, Loki thought as his brother’s teammates glared down at him.
“Why do we have to keep him here again?” Clint asked through gritted teeth, glaring at Loki. Hand tight on his bow, he never removed his eyes from the god.
“Look, I’m not excited about reindeer games being here either,” Tony grumbled.
“But there is no other option, apparently,” Nat finished the sentence, remembering all too well what she had to do to her best friend to get him out of his head.
“He is my brother,” Thor started, looking them all down. “You will be courteous to him, even if he is deserving of your hatred and spite.”
“He destroyed New York with an alien army,” Steve said, glaring at Loki.
“And tried to take over the world,” Bruce added.
“He’s adopted,” Thor said sheepishly, to which Loki rolled his eyes. Bored, Loki began to look over his foes- allies. Most of them Loki remembered. Some, were new. Like the man with the metal arm, the red man, the girl with glowing-red eyes, and many more. As Loki skimmed over his subjects- friends, his eyes landed on one girl in particular. She was odd, but not in the bad sense. She was odd in the sense that she was quiet, odd in the sense that she distanced herself from others. Curious, Loki continued to look at her, until she noticed and began blushing prominently. Her eyes darted towards Clint, and he saw immediately.
“You stay away from her,” Clint almost growled, moving in front of the odd girl. Loki did not care though. He was intrigued by this girl and wanted to know more. Wanted to know what she liked and disliked, why she was here. One way or another, Loki was going to know that girl.
Two months have passed since Loki arrived at the Avengers compound, and things were a little better. The others were talking to him now, and Loki wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The company was nice from time to time, when they weren’t glaring at him. Loki always brushed them off though. Some people just don’t understand that he had changed.
Mainly, for her.
Loki had tried everything to talk to the girl. Anytime that he nearly got close to even saying hello, the mother hen swooped in between them.
“No way,” Clint growled one day, standing in front of the girl once more.
“I just want to talk to her, I’m not bad anymore,” Loki had pleaded.
Laughing, Clint shook his head. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. And good luck talking to her anyway, she-”
But before the mother hen could even finish his sentence, the girl had tapped on his shoulder. The girl had obviously communicated to the arrow man, Loki just did not understand how. She didn’t move her lips, but rather her hands. When Loki first saw this, he thought she was doing magic.
“Are you a sorceress?” Loki had asked in amazement, to which Clint glared him down, offended.
“Out.” He demanded, and Loki quickly made his way out, not wanting to find out what would happen to him if mother hen got any angrier.
So Loki’s quest to talk to the mysterious girl continued, always trying to get close to her. Over the two months that he had been there, he had learned three things about the beautiful and mysterious girl:
1) She did not like mornings. Her face scrunched up in the cutest of ways whenever she was woken up before 9 a.m.
2) Her favorite color was green, or so Loki assumed. She always wore some article of green, whether it be the oversized green sweatshirt she stole from the man with the metal arm or her green shoes, which she wore everywhere.
3) She loved movies, more than life itself apparently. Whenever Loki was looking for her to talk to her (before mother hen showed up), she was sitting in the room with the screen, a different movie on it each time he saw her. Some days it would be little cartoons dancing and singing across the screen, others it would be miniature people falling in love. Without fail though, Loki noticed that every Friday night she watched the same movie, over and over. One with a half fish-half human hybrid and her colorful fish friends.
With each new little tidbit of information about the girl, Loki grew more and more interested. Loki not only thought about her all day, but even dreamed about being able to talk to the beautiful girl, face to face. Just when Loki was about to give up on all hope of ever speaking to the girl, a bit of luck was finally in Loki’s favor.
The heroic team was heading off on a mission, one where they needed almost every member, except for the mysterious girl. Loki, jumping at the opportunity to speak with her, helped pack everyone’s bags that night. To the team, he seemed just a bit too happy.
“Are you sure we can leave him here, Thor?” Steve had asked, glancing at Loki.
“Believe it or not, he is acting a lot better,” Thor commented as he put everyone’s luggage onto the quinjet.
“Yes, but he will be here all alone,” Tony added. The girl, apparently did not like that for she stomped her foot in defiance.
Thor had saw her little foot stomp and smiled. “He will not be alone, (Y/N) will be here.”
Aha! Her name! Loki thought, adding another piece to the puzzle.
Laughing, Clint put his supplies in the quinjet. “Yeah, if anyone can handle him, it's (Y/N).”
This seemed to have made (Y/N) happy, for she nodded her head in triumph.
“I’ll be good,” Loki started, causing everyone to look at him. “Promise.”
“We shall see, brother,” Thor said, clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing Loki to lose his footing for a moment. “If not, well, you’ll be in for a shock. (Y/N), take care of him for me. Don’t let him get into too much mischief.”
(Y/N) smiled and nodded at Thor, waving the team goodbye.
“That’s no fair,” Loki grumbled to himself. “I’m the god of mischief. It’s literally what I do.”
As soon as the quinjet had disappeared over the horizon, (Y/N) had went back into the compound. Not wanting to lose her in the maze of halls and corridors, Loki followed right after her.
“So,” Loki started, falling into step with her. “Just you and me.”
All she did was quirk up an eyebrow at him before continuing on her way.
“Right. Silent treatment. Well, that has never stopped me before,” Loki continued as he followed her into the room with the screen. Lighting up at the opportunity, Loki walked over to the shelves full of discs.
“Shall we watch one?” Loki asked, digging through the movies. “I’ve never actually seen one of these ‘movies.’ What do you recommend?”
He was met with silence. Smile faltering a bit, because literally the girl of his dreams would not talk to him, he turned back to the shelf. Finding something somewhat familiar, Loki held out the case to her. “How about this?”
Looking back, her whole face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, causing Loki to smile. “Okay,” Loki said, looking at the title before putting the disc into the strange contraption. “The Little Mermaid it is.”
Moving towards the couch, Loki sat down next to her. Trying to control his breathing, he constantly found himself looking at (Y/N) throughout the movie, committing every detail of her to memory. Loki did this so often that he ended up missing the movie.
“Wait, why is the fish-girl having problems with her father?” Loki asked. No answer.
“Why is the crab singing to her? Life is not better down where it’s wetter. You’re wet all the time. Plus there are sharks, nasty little creatures. Worst than bildshnipe, I hear. Or at least Thor tells me.” No answer.
“OH NO, A SHARK!” No answer.
“Don’t go near the evil squid lady. Why would you go near the evil squid lady?” No answer.
All this time, (Y/N) never answered. She did seem to be getting more and more annoyed, though.
“Wait, why does she need to kiss the Prince? To get her voice back? That is highly unlikely, magic does not work like-”
“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!” The girl shouted. A ringing noise sounded through the room, and before Loki even knew it, he was out cold.
Blinking away the black spots in his vision, Loki was met with a pounding headache. Staring up at the ceiling, Loki started to feel alarmed until he felt something moving through his hair. Looking around, Loki was soon met with the most beautiful pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. What made them even more beautiful was that they were your eyes.
“What happened?” Loki groaned, trying to sit up. He was soon pushed back down by (Y/N) so that his head lay on her lap. She held up a finger as if to say ‘one moment’ and grabbed the nearest notebook and pen she could find. Sprawling out her message with one hand and combing through his hair with the other, she finally had written out her message:
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you out. I’m an enhanced and my voice knocks people out, especially when I yell. I didn’t mean to make you pass out.’
Reading the message, Loki began to smile. “It’s alright, Love. You didn’t mean to. I’m just glad that we are finally communicating.”
Blushing at his words, she began to write out another message.
‘I get that, now. I mean, who talks during a movie?’
It was Loki’s turn to blush now as he read your note. “Sorry, I am not familiar with proper movie etiquette. But I’d love to learn.”
Smiling, she wrote down her next message.
'I’d love to teach you, if you gave me a chance. Then you can ask all the questions you want, whether about me or the movie.’
“Sounds absolutely, perfect, Love,” Loki said with a smile. The pounding in his head had finally stopped, and Loki was able to sit up now, but he didn’t want to leave her gentle caresses just yet.
'Can you sit back up yet?’ She wrote out, quirking another eyebrow up at him.
“No,” Loki lied. “Not yet. Still hurts.” She nodded at his answer and continued to card her fingers through his black hair, leaving Loki in a bliss. Well, he was the god of mischief, after all. What else was he going to do, except lie a little to stay with the girl of his dreams?
/This is just based on my dream which could also fit a book.. Anyway, here goes..
Something must have been extremely wrong. I was having a completely normal day here at home, more importantly on earth. Everything had slowly become better and I found myself happy. But then I was taken by surprise. The Bifrost opened to me. I was surrounded by lights and my heart jumped to my throat. I screamed as I was taken away from my home.
My entire body was trembling once I landed on my knees. I was afraid and I felt sick because it happened with no warning. Slowly, I looked up and saw Heimdall. His golden eyes were directed to me yet I couldn’t read his expression. It had been a few years since I saw him the last time. So many questions ran through my mind. Was Loki alright?
‘‘Miss Y/N-’‘ Heimdall began but I was furious. ‘‘Do you think it’s okay to do that with no warning?’‘ I screamed at him, then realizing I was in Asgard. I turned around and saw stars everywhere. The sight was overwhelming. Damn, I was just a human. This was really mind-blowing.
‘‘I’m sorry. I had to get you here’‘ Heimdall sighed and then looked at the rainbow bridge until we both stared at Asgard’s beauty. I saw someone coming closer and a few seconds later a guard was there on a white horse. The guard wore a golden armor, which I remembered correctly. Still, none of my questions were answered.
‘‘You should see King Loki, he’s not himself-’‘ Heimdall tried to speak to me again but I was taken off my feet. I stared at him in shock. ‘‘King Loki?’‘I coughed out the words. Heimdall and the guard changed looks mysteriously. The last time I saw Loki, he was still my boyfriend, or lover, whatever you’d like to call it. He just vanished and I thought he was in jail. But no, he’s ruling this place now. This was all messing with my brain but the worst was yet to come. I would see him again. Just the thought made my heart beat harder against my chest and I felt nervous.
‘‘You should go’‘ Heimdall stated and then turned his back on me. Silently, the guard helped me on the horse and I let him take me to the castle. All the time as I was getting closer, I grew anxious. All my feelings I thought I had forgotten came back to me. I was scared to meet him. Did Loki still remember me?
The guard led me behind big, golden doors. Before opening them, he actually spoke up. ‘’Be careful miss. He’s..not the man you once knew’’ The guard tried to warn me. His words were a little frightening but I couldn’t believe them. I just nodded and opened the doors. It was quite dramatic, actually.
The doors opened and it revealed a huge room. In the middle of it was the throne. I looked right at him. There he was. Loki Laufeyson was sitting on the throne on Asgard with two guards by his side. A shiver ran down my spine and I felt numb. Just a moment ago I was still home and now I was here, so close to the man who had my heart, no matter how much it hurt to admit. Heimdall wanted me here for a reason..
Loki looked at me quietly. His face was almost dull which pinched my heart a bit. He was wearing his golden head piece and a blue suit, instead of green which I was used to. In my eyes, he was still as handsome as ever.
With a swift hand movement, Loki made the guards walk away. It gave me hope. We were in silence until we were left alone. I didn’t even care that I was trembling like I was freezing.
He stood up and then walked down the few steps until he was on my level. Tears stung my eyes by now. This was happening. ‘’Loki’’ I breathed out his name. ‘’Long time, no see’’ He spoke carefully, his raspy yet elegant voice making my heart ache for him. The space between us was unnecessary so I walked closer.
Just as I was about to hug him, the unexpected happened. Loki pushed me away from him quite harshly, making me fly a few feet back and land on the ground. My elbows hit the floor and I winced in pain. Then I felt how fear crawled underneath my skin. I rolled onto my back so I saw Loki who just stared at me like nothing happened.
‘‘Tell Heimdall to send you back and never even look back at you’‘ Loki growled angrily. His pale fingers curled into fists and his knuckles turned white. He was frightening. My heart jumped to my throat and I got myself back on my feet.
‘‘Loki, what’s going on? ‘‘ I ought to know, ignoring his demand. It clearly annoyed him but luckily, he didn’t hurt me. My elbows and my lower back hurt but for now, I’d ignore the pain. My heart ached more. For a second I thought I had him again but my hope got crushed.
‘‘Everything’s quite impeccable, actually’‘ Loki let me know with a smile but I could see though him. His eyes were glossy and his smile was fake. I could tell although he tried his best to conceal it. There was a time where I knew Loki better than anyone else. I longed for those days.
‘‘You’re lying’‘ I gulped and then got a little closer to him, still keeping a distance if he’d try to push me away again. Loki clenched his jaw and stared at me coldly. It’s like the temperature in the room dropped and I felt small. Loki got closer to me again, not looking away for even a second. His steps echoed in here, which was the only sound for a moment.
‘‘Loki please talk to me! Heimdall didn’t send me here if everything would be alright’‘ I broke the silence because it felt bad. What I said made Loki laugh. ‘‘Of course he brought you here’‘ He sighed quietly. I hoped for him to continue but he didn’t. ‘‘So..something is g-going on, right?’‘ I stuttered and immediately regretted speaking. I hated to sound weak. Loki noticed it too.
‘‘You wouldn’t understand. Just go back to Midgard’‘ He told me more calmly. He was getting close to a point he’d melt. I could tell. I only had to push him closer to that, although it was risky. ‘‘Try me, Loki. We’ve spoken before so many times’‘ I reminded him of old times. It made him sigh and he sat back on the throne, resting his face against his hand.
‘‘Oh Y/N, you never learn..’‘ Loki murmured underneath his breath. Hearing my name leaving his lips sounded strange. It had been so long since the last time. As I stepped on the steps on the throne, I could almost swear I saw a tear threatening to escape his pretty eyes.
I got down on my knees, kneeling for him. It caused him to look at me with confusion. At least I got his attention. ‘’Loki, king Loki, please talk to me. I’m still Y/N, the woman you once knew. It has been a long time but does that really matter?’’ I asked him as steadily as I could, ignoring my fear. I was so overwhelmed that it was almost dangerous.
Even if Heimdall would’ve given me time to prepare for this, I’d still be helpless. Loki noticed that I was too on the brink of tears. I knew how much it used to hurt him. He groaned and then took a deep breath. Before he could say anything, I crawled closer to him and rested my head on his knee. I tried to relax but my entire body was tense.
‘‘Talk to me, Loki’‘ I whispered and let my tears silently roll down the bridge of my nose and then my jaw. It surprised me when he put his hand on my face, wiping my tears away. It didn’t seem to bother him that I was resting against his leg. I didn’t want to go away either.
‘‘I tried to keep you out of this but it seems like I can’t’‘ He started quietly and then whispered the rest. Something was truly off and it was obvious it affected Loki a lot. I nodded, not daring to speak because I wanted him to keep going. I was here again and we could discuss everything else later, including what happened to us and Asgard.
‘‘And I’m sure that I can’t make you leave now since we’re already here’‘ He added with a soft chuckle. Then he played with my H/C hair and looked into my eyes. ‘‘It all began just before I..I left you on Midgard’‘ Loki finally let me in and opened up about whatever was so bad it made Heimdall reach out for me. I would damn surely listen to every word carefully.
‘‘I know I told you that nothing bad would happen in New York. I only told you that so you would stay home and far away from..you probably know what happened there..For four years now I thought I could keep you safe from her, keep you distant from Asgard and all this craziness. Oh how wrong I was’‘ Loki started explaining things which tied some loose ends. A million questions ran through my mind but I didn’t interrupt him. Loki didn’t open up to people, but once he did, it was special.
‘‘Heimdall got a message a couple days ago. Who knows what kind of bizarre things he was told but it included you, Y/N. I didn’t want to believe it but I must accept it. You’re in danger’‘ Loki told me seriously. My eyes widened from fear and my breath hitched in my throat.
‘‘W-what do you mean?’‘ I whimpered quietly. If it affected Loki, it was obviously bad. He clenched his jaw again and looked away from my frightened expression. It’s almost like he had tried to forget me but he couldn’t deny his feelings. Maybe it would be easier if we wouldn’t have ever met?
‘‘It’s a very long story, my dear’‘ Loki said softly. Silence fell into the room and we were both quiet. I didn’t mind. We were both stunned by all kinds of feelings and honestly, I was scared to find out the rest of his story.
guarded prisoners before. You’d even done stints like this where you were
observing them 24 hours a day, but none of those experiences had prepared you
for Loki. He spent all day, every day, in silence, just watching you from the
comfort of your sofa as you went about your daily business. Unfortunately, you
were in a rut with your work so had nowhere near as much to do as you’d have
liked which meant busying yourself with pointless tasks that only seemed to
amuse him more.
the third day of him being in your home, as you served up lunch, Loki suddenly
broke his silence and suggested, “If you’re as bored as me cooped up in here,
why not go for a walk? You could clearly use it. You look awful.”
“Thanks for your concern,” you
grumbled. You’d seen your reflection in the mirror after waking from your first
hour’s sleep since he’d arrived and thought the same. There was only so long
you could survive on coffee before you ended up shifting to stronger measures
but you felt too uncomfortable with the god of mischief around to let your
guard down and rest. “I’ll be fine.”
a yawn, you downed your third cup of coffee that hour and stood to get another
when Loki said, “You’ve probably had enough of that stuff. Of course, if you
want to overdose, please, be my guest. It will save me from having to deal with
you when I leave.”
“You’re not leaving,” you said
slowly, putting the empty cup back down on the table and sitting down.
Imagine being Loki and Thor’s little sister. Because of your gender and quiet demeanour, no one takes much notice of you. Your parents and brothers do love you, but it is not the same as loud Thor and cunning Loki, who ensure they have the lions-share of your parent’s attention. It is only when you come of age and men seem to show interest, your brothers pay any attention to you. It is Loki who scours through the men asking Odin for your hand, telling his father who is only interested in your dowry and the want to increase their own power and standing with his ability to sense lies.
A decade passes, and the whole time no true suitor is found, leading to Loki to pay closer attention to you, as he is curious why none of the men are genuinely interested in you.
This is it guys! Our last chapter! I can’t thank you all enough for going along on this ride with me, encouraging me every day to keep writing when I felt discouraged. This wasn’t an easy story to write, with all the dynamics and the rare OT3 paring, but I am so happy with it and I am so glad you all have loved this as much as I did. Can’t wait to hear your final thoughts on it :)
“I am worried about Loki.” Thor admitted one day as he and Tony sat in the garden spending some much needed quiet time together. Loki was sequestered away in the library, searching for a particular book and had waved them away, saying he would join them later.
“Ever since we learned of this threat, of Thanos, he has not been himself. Even this, opting to stay in the library instead of with us is… unusual. Especially since we have only been home for a day. It is unlike him to even let you out of his sight so soon after returning.
“I know.” Tony nodded. “Does he have nightmares when you are traveling as well? Or are they just when he is home?”
“You have heard him.” Thor sounded upset. “I had hoped you would sleep through them.”
“If anyone knows what a nightmare sounds like, it’s me.” Tony said ruefully, idly plucking the petals from a daisy. “He isnt very loud, but it still wakes me.”
“He dreams of his time when he was captured.” Thor sighed. “When we are away, they are worse, and he hardly sleeps at all. When he does sleep, it is pressed against me as if I can save him from whatever is in his dreams. Yet he refuses to speak of them.”
“Yeah, I know how that goes.” Tony tossed away the mangled daisy. “I think I know how to fix them. His nightmares I mean.”
Summary: After Ragnarok, the people of Asgard must learn to forge a new identity, under the guidance of a new king. Everyone must do their part to ensure the survival of their group: but with adventures to be had, mishaps guaranteed, and trouble both inside and out of the spaceship, the journey will be anything but uneventful. Word Count: 2,313 Warnings: Thor: Ragnarok Spoilers, badly written angst :)) A/N: I only read this once-over before going to work, so I’m sorry for typos!
Loki fell from the bifrost nearly every night in his dreams.
Despite his screaming, begging, his pleading not to let go, knowing what lay ahead– the pain, the torture –it made no difference. He fell. And the nothingness that filled his lungs when he drifted through the abyss burned him to the core, drying his lungs like crisp, brittle rose petals. It stole the oxygen from his blood, turning him colder than he’d ever been on Jotunheim, feeling more hollow than he thought possible. Every waking moment in the blackness, searching for the faint lights of far-away stars, he was consumed by a loneliness so poignant that it pressed against his ribs with the weight of a thousand worlds.
But none of that compared to the moment Loki saw you.
You stared up at him, bewildered and pained, and he was breathless.