￼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?
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: A new character appears and he’s rather… odd.
A/N: sorry it took so long you guys… it’s long though and I think it’s better than part 2 was.
Guests were uncommon in Loki’s castle, and most of the time his ‘guests’ were people he tortured because they owed him something and took too long to pay up. Lady Y/N also had the joy of cleaning his torture devices when he was done. Every Wednesday afternoon however, Y/N received an hour of solitude in her bedchamber while Loki visited with what he called a business partner. She usually spent that hour writing her thoughts down and hiding the papers under her mattress.
This week was a bit different, though.
It was Tuesday and Lady Y/N was cleaning dust off of some of Loki’s enchanted items, when all of a sudden the door burst open and a man with messy, brown hair and a big black coat entered the room. He was carrying a velvet looking top hat. Loki, who had been at his spinning wheel in the corner looked up and stood from his spot, striding toward the newcomer.
“You aren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.” He stated stopping in front of the man. He only grinned and glanced at Lady Y/N.
“Something came up.” He said. “Who’s the help?” She tried to shy away from his gaze, but he only kept watching her, Loki stepped in front of his gaze so he was forced to look back at him.
“She does not matter in this moment.” Loki said. “Do you have what I asked for, James?” The man, James, raised his top hat and reached inside, pulling out a small satchel. Loki took it from his hand and looked inside. “All six of them are here?” James nodded and tried to look back at Lady Y/N. “You may take as much gold as you deem fit.” Loki seemed to not care about anything James did, now that he had what he wanted. James walked over to the pile of gold that Loki had previously made on the floor and began stuffing it into his hat.
“Shall I make some tea, Sir Loki?” Lady Y/N asked. Without glancing back at her Loki answered.
“No, James won’t be staying much longer anyway.”
“Who decided that?” James voice startled Lady Y/N, he had snuck up and was standing directly behind her. He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “James Barnes is the name, Portal Jumping’s the game. I also, make hats.” He released her hand and she blushed.
“M-my name is Y/N Rogers.” She said, James’ eyes widened.
“As in the princess, Y/N Rogers?” He turned toward Loki, whose face quickly darkened, for an answer. James quickly returned his gaze to Y/N and she gave a minute nod, he grinned like a cheshire cat.
“Small One,” Loki called to her, pulling her gaze away from the hatter. “Would you please make your way to your quarters.” With only another nod she left the Grand Hall, but stopped outside the doors because she head Loki speak again. She was out of sight but not of earshot. “Listen closely, Hatter, she is not a play thing-”
“Is that why you’ve been hiding her from me?” James’ voice cut him off. “Do you have feelings for the Princess?” James was mocking him. “Has The Dark One gone soft?” James’ laugh rang throughout the hall. “I had heard you won a maiden by saving Rogers’ kingdom, I didn’t care to ask about her, but seeing that you’ve taken the one thing he loved more than his wife, well now I’m interested.”
“You shouldn’t be. She is none of your concern.” Loki seemed upset, almost furious, meanwhile James stayed nonchalant and amused.
“So you do care for her.” It was more of a statement than a question, but Lady Y/N waited anxiously for a response, for some reason she wanted to know if Loki did care for her. Then she heard Loki scoff.
“No, but she is the best… help, I have ever had here.” Y/N, was hurt, and she didn’t know why. “I think it is time you leave Hatter. I will send for you if I need your help again.”
“Don’t worry Dark One, I think we will be seeing each other again very soon.” There was an odd whirring sound, and then silence.
“You can come out now, Small One.” Loki’s voice startled her and Lady Y/N released a small gasp. Not sure of what else she could do, she slowly reentered the grand hall with her head hung low. Like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Looking around she noticed James had disappeared. “You can get back to work now.”
Loki left the hall, leaving Lady Y/N to her duties, but more importantly to her thoughts. Why had she felt hurt when Loki answered the Hatter? She was only his servant, nothing more, and he was The Dark One, why would he care about her anyway? Perhaps she was overthinking….
The next few weeks were odd, Loki had seemed to distance himself from her. Before the incident with the Hatter, they enjoyed pleasant conversation and now he was back to only giving her jobs to do and thanking her for doing them. Lady Y/N started to feel lonely again, and thought of escaping more and more every day. She never left though, for some reason, she felt she couldn’t. It was as though there was something she had to do here.
One evening, while she was consumed with boredom, Lady Y/N lay on her bed and thought of her father and mother. What were they doing right now? Were they even alive? She decided she was tired of the silence between her and The Dark One. Determined, Lady Y/N made her way down to the grand hall where Loki was spinning straw as usual. She slowed her strides and approached him calmly.
“I wish to ask you something.” She stated. He looked up at her with a furrowed brow.
“Then ask, Small One.” Her face seemed to flush, for some reason she had lost confidence, but she brought forth her question.
“I wish to know of my family.” Loki’s eyes went rather wide with surprise. Lady Y/N hadn’t spoken of her family since she had first arrived. “I want to know if they are alive.”
Loki could see something in her eyes, she was lonely, angry, anxious, and she showed not only those but many other emotions in her eyes. And for some reason, he understood them all. He felt them when he thought of the brother he was sure hated him. Loki stood from his spinning stool and went over to one of the many pedestals that held his enchanted items. He picked up a small mirror and brought it to Lady Y/N, who now held a look of confusion. Without a word he held the mirror in front of her showing her reflection. Her gaze went from the mirror to Loki as he moved his free hand slowly over the mirror. Her reflection began to waver and suddenly Lady Y/N was not the one in the mirror, it was now her father.
King Steven was standing over a table looking at a map and giving orders to knights. Loki watched as Lady Y/N’s eyes followed the king’s movements, some small amount of joy filled her irises when she saw her mother stand next to the king. Again the images wavered and faded, showing only the Lady’s reflection.
“You may keep the mirror.” Loki stand placing it in her hands. She smiled, and wiped at her now glistening eyes, murmuring a thank you. “Please make continue on with your duties now.” She nodded and placed the mirror on the table to take care of it later. Loki walked around the room inspecting some of his possessions.
“It’s… It’s very dark in here, may I open the curtains?” She asked. Loki only nodded. She made her way over to the latter used to get books off the higher shelves and pushed it toward the window. Cautiously she climbed up and began pulling on the curtains, but she slipped.
With a yelp, Lady Y/N fell from the latter. She braced for impact - closing her eyes tight - but it never came. When she opened her eyes she was met with Loki’s soft gaze. It was never soft, usually it was icy, but now it was as though she was looking into a softly flowing stream. Her arms rested around his neck and shoulders while he held her close. Gently, he set her down but she did not remove herself from him completely.
“Thank you.” It came out as a whisper, but he understood it. Loki seemed to have something to say, but instead of saying it he cleared his throat.
“That will be all for today. You may retire to your room.” Lady Y/N said nothing and looked toward the floor as she made her way out, grabbing the magic mirror as she left.
Loki’s question hung there in the air around them. And it took Darcy a few seconds to realize that the ‘Ms. Lewis’ he was referring to was her. Loki, Thor’s baby brother (not so much ‘baby’ as ‘not-quite-so-ancient-by-earth-standards’ as Thor) wanted to know if she had plans after work.
What were words again?
“No,” she said bluntly, finally answering him and cutting through the tension with her machete of awkward. It was lucky that he’d approached her when she was alone at her desk. This significantly cut down on the level of awkward.
If her labmates weren’t two of the nosiest scientists in the entire world.
Jane let out a whisper of a sigh and Bruce resumed typing.
Or maybe she was just imagining that everything had stopped the second Loki spoke to her.
Maybe if he did it more often – talked to her, that is – it wouldn’t be such an earth-stopping event. But he didn’t.
She could count on her hand the number of words he’d spoken to her that day, actually…other than the query about her plans. Pretty much a ‘hello’ when she’d arrived and a muttered ‘excuse me’ when she had to move around him to get at the thing Jane was rapidly and vaguely fluttering her hands at.
Loki was supposedly the silver-tongued prince of Asgard…why wasn’t he using that tongue on her?
Oh god… she berated herself, in complete disbelief that she’d even so much as thought about that.
Well, not SO much disbelief. In addition to being silver-tongued, he was purportedly handsome. And Darcy could concur. So much concurring was happening. Oh holy hell, did the concurring happen.
But in all honesty? Darcy was a touch relieved that the younger Odinson – was it Odinson? Thor still called him ‘brother’, but there was a little bit of cringing happening on Loki’s part whenever he did – anyway…She was relieved that Loki didn’t speak to her as often as his nickname would imply. Mostly because he scared her.
Not in the ‘former-evil-genius-who-tried-to-enslave-mankind’ way…Thor had pretty much explained what all that mess was about. Not to minimize the horrible things he’d done in the slightest, but Darcy was around a bunch of people who seemed to have these horrific pasts and one of the best things about her was her ability to look past actions and into the person.
But she’d done that a little with Loki and he scared her for a different reason. The unbridled-wildness kind of way…
Not that Darcy hadn’t tamed a wild stallion or two in her day…but Loki seemed to be a different breed. He was one of those things Thor talked about all the time. A bilgesnipe.
Or maybe something a little less ugly. Did they have wild stags on Asgard?
“Would you like to?” Loki asked. Another question.
Damn, he was all for quadrupling his total spoken word count in her direction today, wasn’t he?
“To have plans?” she asked, totally delaying the inevitable, where he asked what she was pretty sure he was going to ask and she melted into a puddle of awkward on the floor.
“Plans…dinner…vigorous love-making…the choice is yours, Ms. Lewis.”
She could swear Bruce started choking. And maybe it was a coincidence – dude didn’t seem to know the meaning of small sips when it came to piping hot tea – but it didn’t seem like it.
She drew up her courage from somewhere deep within her. Somewhere deep. Like it was deep as fuck, you guys. Deep, deep down courage.
She tilted her head, saucily placing her hand on her hip. “I think if vigorous lovemaking is on the table, you should definitely call me Darcy.” She winked and added at the end for an extra punch of umph. “Lokes.”
He smiled. Which…up until this point, she hadn’t really seen in its final form.
Did she say she was scared? Scared wasn’t the word anymore.
Hopelessly giddy. That’s what she was.
Because Loki’s smile? In what she hoped was its final form? Was nothing but downright sexy. Dude had bedroom eyes for days. And cheekbones that went all the way, man. Whatever that meant? It was true.
She felt her cheeks flush hot and pink as she stood there.
“Darcy it is…” he paused for a moment before continuing. “I’d like to see you tonight…”
She was biting down on her lower lip to stop herself from grinning. “See me where?”
His eyes widened infinitesimally. “I would be forever grateful if you’d allow me to cook you dinner? If you’d allow me to show you the stars…the galaxies…worlds so much different than the one where you live…worlds that would hold you in the highest regards. Darcy.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Maybe let’s start with dinner. At my place. I’ll help you cook. And… in response to the latter part of your statement…declaration…statlaration? I dunno if you’ve noticed? I’m held in some pretty high regards around here.” She cocked her head to the side with a smirk.
“Not high enough,” he countered.
Ah. There it was. The silver tongue. He wanted something.
And judging by the look in those eyes of his, that something was Darcy Catherine Lewis.
“Flattery will get you nowhere. A nicely cooked steak, though? That’ll win wars.”
Loki let out the breath he was holding and conceded. “Steak it is…” He squinted skeptically. “What sort of person doesn’t like flattery?” he asked.
“The sort who has heard enough of it to realize that it’s only rarely sincere. The sort of person who already knows all the bullshit you’re trying to tell me. I know what I am. I’m a hot, young, voluptuous woman. I certainly didn’t need you to fall from the sky and fill me in.”
He smiled again. Same smile as before. “I suppose that will save me a lot of time, then.”
Darcy couldn’t help but return the expression. He hadn’t gotten all butthurt and horrible. “I suppose it will.”
“Dinner at eight?”
“Not if you expect me to not eat anything beforehand.”
You sat, cross legged, outside of Loki’s cell. He was laying on the bed, reading a book. You hovered your hand over the wall of his cell.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Loki said, not even looking up. “Unless you want to burn you hand off.”
“I’m not going to burn my hand off.” you snapped, but you drew your hand away. “Why the hell did you do that, Loki? Now you’re trapped. In jail.”
“I was so close to succeeding.” Loki threw the book to the side and marched up to you. He looked down at you, and you raised an eyebrow. Sighing, he sat down opposite you. “If it weren’t for you and that group of heroes– what do they call themselves? The Avengers?”
“Pretty catchy.” you rested your chin in your hands and Loki rolled his eyes. You were a good friend of Loki’s and you were often at his cell visiting him nowadays. Like Loki, you were a master of deception, but you had never used your powers for evil.
“Help me get out of here.” Loki suddenly leaned closer to you, and you shook your head.
“You shouldn’t have gone to New York.” you responded curtly, and Loki groaned and got up to turn away. “I’m serious! You shouldn’t have been there. I shouldn’t have even been there!None of usneeded to be on Earth, Loki. But you tried to destroy it, and now look where you ended up.”
When you had heard Loki had gone to New York and was planning to destroy Earth, you had to stop him. You had to fight alongside Thor and the rest of the Avengers. Loki was your best friend, and it hurt you to have to be one of the people to send him to jail.
“Well if you’re only here to give me a lecture, you should leave. I already hear enough from Thor.” he muttered, and you stood. You walked away, and looked sadly over your shoulder to see Loki still refused to look at you.
“Who knows, Loki,” you called out to him. “Maybe you’ll get a lucky break and be able to get out early.”
He didn’t respond, and you sighed and left the prison.
Was it requested: Indeed it was, by the glorious @jemin-guay as well! Find it here and be sure to give her a hug! Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Loki/reader Rating: Your gran’s gonna kill me Warnings: Jealous!Loki, possessive behaviour, etc. oh! And smoking. Summary: Loki gets jealous of a certain Stark flirting with you
The sound of horses’ hooves clopping along the ground, the slow gentle creaking of the wagon laden with gifts and supplies, and the occasional murmured conversation among soldiers was the only break in the still silent air of the early morning.
A/N: A little graphic if you’re squeamish, but there aren’t too many details. Not medically accurate, written for dramatic effect.
Why did you even agree to go on this ridiculous hike? Probably because you were more than two weeks past your due date. You had tried to bring your labour on by other means but none of them had worked.
That morning, your darling husband - even if he is the one who did this to you! - suggested that a nice long walk might clear your mind and help speed things up. And sped things up, it had. You were halfway up a mountain when the cramps started and you turned back, but it seemed like your baby was in a sudden hurry. You hadn’t even walked ten steps when your waters had broken and a contraction hit.
Request: Hi there! Do you think you can do a Loki imagine of him first meeting the reader and finding out that she is his betrothed? The reader hates him at first but Loki tries to get on the reader’s good side and eventually she falls in love with him? Thanks Hun!
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word count: 5142
“My love, I cannot bear to see him spending his days in that dreadful prison. I know you do not want to see him this way either. Our son was never one to be caged. You know that,” Queen Frigga started one evening, clasping her husbands hand on top of the dinner table.
Thor and Jane were seated at the far end of the table, visiting from Earth, and they shared a look when Loki was mentioned.
Odin sighed and ran a rough hand down his face, closing his one eye for a moment before speaking.
“What would you have me do? The boy knew what he was doing…”
Frigga frowned at her husband.
“He was making a point…”
Thor snorted and Odin threw his head back laughing.
“My dear, you speak as though he merely had a tantrum…”
Frigga cut in, repeating herself.
“He was making a point to you…”
“He tried to destroy one world and enslave another!”
Frigga just gave her husband a look and he stopped smiling, sighing deeply once again.
“What would you have me do? He is too much of a threat to be set free. If he grew bored, he’d entertain himself by starting a war! He is too dangerous, Frigga!” Odin snapped, his hand thudding down on the table. A short silence followed, broken only when Jane cleared her throat and offered her input, looking a lot like a deer caught in headlights when everyone turned to her.
“Um, well, maybe Loki isn’t the actual danger? What if that actual danger is that he wants to prove himself to you and the rest of Asgard?”
No one said anything, so she hurried to explain.
“Think of it like this: Loki plus Asgard equals the need to be worthy and powerful which usually equals trouble. So if we take away one factor, aka Asgard, Loki no longer has anything to prove, therefore he is more likely to behave… At least, as much as he is capable of…”
Odin’s frown deepened in thought, but Frigga smiled at Jane and then her husband.
“Jane is right! If we send Loki far away, to a peaceful world, even he would be unable to make trouble. It would be like imprisonment, but he would have a chance for a normal life…”
Odin appeared to be coming around to the idea and was nodding slightly, looking thoughtful.
“You’re right,” he said eventually, holding up a hand before anyone could speak. “However, I have one condition… There seems to be one thing that tames the men in this family, and I am confident will work for Loki too… He needs a wife!”
Thor shook his head as he addressed his father.
“Loki would not agree to that. My brother isn’t…”
“Your brother will not have a choice if he wishes to see the outside of that cell again!” Odin boomed, making Jane flinch, but Frigga placed a hand on Odin’s arm and smiled.
“It will be done, my love. Loki will be married.”
Odin nodded, a smile coming to his face despite himself.
“Yes… But who would be able to tame Loki?”
“Princess Y/N! Please, come back! Your father wasn’t finished!”
You ignored Sasha, your handmaid, as you continued running through the grassy fields that surrounded your family palace grounds. You were heading for your safe place. A spot by the stream, where the hollowed out trunk of a tree made for a comfortable seat, and a peaceful reading spot.
You’d been retreating there for years, ever since your older sister had refused to be named the heir and you’d been forced to learn all the things you’d need to know for when you were queen. It was the only place that nothing was expected from you, so you went there when you needed to be alone to think.
That moment definitely qualified.
“Selling me off to the highest bidder? What am I, cattle?” You demanded as you kicked a stone on your march towards the trees, glaring into the darkened woods.
“Don'y you think that’s a little melodramatic?” Asked a voice from behind you, and you whirled around to find your older sister, Arya, standing behind you.
Instead of answering her, you stood still and glared at her.
Anyone else in the kingdom would have shrank away from that look, but Arya just rolled her eyes and took a step closer to you.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, Y/N! It’s not my fault! And besides, father isn’t selling you off to the highest bidder… There wasn’t an auction. The marriage was arranged. Father knew you wouldn’t be happy about it…”
You cut in, clenching your fists.
“And still he went through with it! Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself? Why did he send you?” You demanded.
Arya gave you a worn look.
“Would you have listened?” She countered, and you crossed your arms and looked away, hearing your sister sigh again before putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N, don’t upset father, not now… He’s lost so much. We all have. Let’s not lose eachother too…” She tried, but you pulled away.
“I shouldn’t upset him?! I’m upset! I don’t want to be married! Especially to someone I don’t know!”
Arya’s eyes hardened and she raised her voice slightly.
“This isn’t just about you! It’s about what’s best for all of us! Father may not have many years left, and you cannot take the throne until you are married!” She snapped and you frowned, knowing that what she said was true. That didn’t mean you had to like it though.
Arya must have seen the fight leave you as she wrapped you in a tight hug.
“I know it’s scary, Y/N, but you’re so lucky! Odin asked for you to marry Loki personally. You will be royalty both here and in Asgard. It’s an honour, and you would do well to remember that. You’re lucky father agreed…”
You rolled your eyes but said nothing as you followed your sister back to the palace.
A week later and you were standing on the rainbow bridge, staring up at the city that was home to your betrothed.
“Asgard,” you breathed, in awe of the beautiful city which would be your home for the next month.
With that thought, your smile dropped and you took the hand offered to you by a guard who pulled you onto his horse, and when your father and sisters were ready, you all headed into the city.
The royal family were waiting for you, minus your betrothed, the infamous Loki.
Without waiting for a hand, you jumped off your horse and curtseyed low, remaining in that position until one of them spoke.
You did as instructed, and Odin continued speaking, so you looked over him once.
“Welcome back to Asgard…” He started, but you interrupted him without speaking, ignoring the looks you were receiving from your family.
“Back?” You asked. “I’ve never been here before,” you explained.
This time it was Frigga who spoke to you, a small smile on her lips.
“You have actually, but I’m not surprised you don’t remember, you were very young at the time… Your mother brought you to visit in the spring. Can you remember yet?”
You started to shake your head, but then Arya kicked you, telling you to just agree.
You ignored her and addressed the queen.
“I am sorry, my queen, but it was such a long time ago and I don’t remember very much about my mother,” you lied.
It was true that you didn’t remember the trip to Asgard, but you could remember your mother. Just not anything happy.
Frigga gave you a sad smile and offered you her arm.
“No matter. I’ll take you to your chambers, and then we can all meet for a meal.”
Taking her arm, you nodded and allowed yourself to be guided through the magnificent palace, guards stood at frequent points along each corridor.
When Frigga caught you looking at them, she smiled and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Don’t mind them. They’re just here to protect and offer directions when we get lost,” she smiled and you nodded politely back to her.
Even though you were a princess and heir to a throne, you had never seen so many guards before, but that was probably because you lived in a peaceful world, one that hadn’t seen war in thousands of years, and was unlikely to ever again, so you didn’t need many guards.
When you reached your chambers, you thought Frigga would leave you to settle in, but she followed you inside and gave the room a quick check over before finally turning back to you, a wide grin on her face as she looked you up and down.
Inwardly you were groaning.
You’d taken off your heavy travelling cloak and discarded it on your bed, leaving you in your usual tunic, leggings and boots, which Frigga smiled at.
This was clearly a protective mother sizing you up, seeing if you were worthy of her son.
Even if you didn’t want to marry the prince, you would not allow yourself to be deemed unworthy, so you stood up tall and met her gaze.
Instead of disappointment on Frigga’s face, you saw that she was smiling at you, and she started to speak to you as she circled.
“You’re very beautiful, Y/N. But I’m glad to see there is more to you than that…” she touched your arm and smiled again, “You’re strong too, like a warrior… Can you fight, Y/N?” She asked and you half debated lying to her, but then nodded anyway.
“ I had the weapons master and captain of the guard train me from a young age.”
Frigga nodded, considering her next question before she voiced it.
“But why? A princess shouldn’t need fighting skills, surely? That’s why you have guards.”
You frowned, not agreeing with that statement.
“Is it not better to have and not need, than need and not have? And besides, no one is going to fight harder for my life than I am, and I would not expect anyone to try. My life is worth no more than anyone elses.”
Frigga’s smile widened and she nodded in approval.
“I agree. You’re smart too, Y/N, and I admire that. You were given a life which could have made you lazy and selfish, but you are none of these things. I think Loki is very lucky, and you will make an excellent wife, and an even better queen.”
That was a high compliment coming from the queen, so you thanked her deeply.
Then it was time for dinner with your families.
On the walk to the dining room, you asked your soon to be mother-in-law if Loki would be joining you for the meal, but a shadow flickered across her face and she answered quietly.
“No. Loki has not been permitted to leave his cell, and I’m afraid that that’s where you’ll be meeting him. Odin thinks it would be too dangerous for you to meet him anywhere else.”
You nodded again. You’d been made aware of Loki’s position, and exactly what he did to get there. Your father had also explained why you would be the one to marry Loki.
Odin had requested you after remembering how your father had described you to be a proud and stubborn girl, who he doubted would ever be married, because you couldn’t be tamed, and nor did you want to be. Much the same as Loki, so the two kings had arranged the marriage as a way to ally the two kingdoms-even thought the two kings had been friends for years-, and also in the hope that somehow you and Loki would cancel each other out, and therefore tame the both of you.
You hadn’t liked how the word “tamed” was thrown about. It was not in your nature to be tamed, and nor should it be. You would one day be queen, and queens were forces of nature, and as such could not be tamed.
After the meal, it was time.
Guards would escort you to the prison and you would meet your betrothed.
He knew you were coming, and you had decided that you wanted to be alone with him, instead of under the watchful eyes of both families.
The steps down to the prison were steep, but you didn’t fall and so when you got to the bottom, you looked around.
All the cells were clear, their occupants being held in by force fields, so you could see how the creatures and men inside watched you as you walked by, sneering and shouting after you. You ignored them all and walked on, your head held high and your eyes alight with challenge.
The cell on the end was where he waited, sitting on a chair with his feet up while he read a book.
He didn’t look up, not even when the guard told him that he had a guest and then left the two of you alone.
You took the opportunity to look over your future husband.
His black hair reached his shoulders, which were covered by clothes in black and green. He had been a warrior before and his clothes were made for protection and agility. His clothes were well made, and sign enough that he came from royalty.
He wasn’t as broadly build as his adoptive brother, but he was just as tall, and there was the way he held himself that just screamed he was just as dangerous as Thor, maybe even more so; that was all obvious even when he was just reading.
Loki finished his page and then looked up at you, a smirk on his face as he stood up and moved closer to the force field that kept him confined.
He eyes took you in, the smirk never leaving his face, only widening when you met his gaze and then held it.
“It seems the guards were right. You are a pretty one, aren’t you?”
Narrowing your eyes at him, you decided you would answer him.
“You need not waste your breath on complimenting me, Loki. We are going to be married, no matter how much we protest, so we might as well make it as less painful as we can,” you stated, already knowing that Loki got on your nerves, and he’d only said twelve words to you.
Still the smirk didn’t leave his face and he paced in front of you, his eyes not leaving you once.
“You’ve got me all wrong, Y/N. I have no problem marrying you, I just don’t wish to be married at all, something I can see that you relate to?”
You nodded at his question, wondering where he was going with it, but he just sat down again and picked up his book, looking up at you.
“Can you read?” He asked and you scowled at him.
“Of course I can!”
Loki just shrugged and so began a pattern. He would ask you insulting questions, which you would answer and then come back at him with something equally as offensive for him to answer.
The questions knew no bounds, and they were meant to hurt and embarrass in the hope of provoking a response, but both of you stayed composed on the surface. At least until Loki asked a question about your mother and you froze, numerous memories assaulting your brain at the same time. Clammy skin… The smell of blood on her breath…
STOP! You thought, shutting the memories down, but it was too late and you could already feel the lump in your throat, so without even a goodbye, you turned and walked away, cursing yourself for showing weakness.
Loki’s smirk faded to a sad smile as he watched you walk away, believing that he had saved you from him.
He knew that if you kicked up enough of a fuss about marrying him, Odin would call off the wedding, and now that you detested Loki, he knew it would be any time now and he would get the news….
So needless to say, it came as a surprise to him when he woke up a week later to the sound of your footsteps.
It was very late and as no guards were with you, Loki had guessed that you had managed to sneak out.
He sat up in his bed, not smiling this time.
Your family had returned to your home a few days before, and you had grown rather bored, so you had sneaked out of your room in the middle of the night and sought out the only person in the palace whom you desired to speak with again.
You didn’t explain all that to Loki though, and instead you sat down outside of his cell and watched him.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, still not smiling at you, even though he was a little happy to have some company, even if it was you who he was trying to save from himself.
Being nasty hadn’t worked, so Loki settled for scaring you off. But first he would see what you wanted.
“In less than a month, you and I will be married, so you should accept now that I usually don’t have much reason for anything, and even when I do, I am unlikely to justify it to anyone.”
Loki nodded and waited for you to say something else, expecting you to leave when you got to your feet, but instead you moved closer to the force field that kept you apart, your hand hovering mere inches away from it.
Looking up, you started to ask him a question as he got to his feet and paced again.
This time though, he only wore bottoms, and you almost allowed yourself to be distracted by his body, but there was something about the way he watched you as he paced. Something predatory, and you felt like the only thing that stopped him from attacking was the field between you both.
You forgot your question and your heart quickened it’s pace, but then you remembered what mind tricks Loki was capable of and you glared at him again.
“I’m not afraid of you!” You snapped.
Before you had time to blink, Loki had moved, slamming his hand into the barrier, inches away from your face.
His voice lowered as he leaned in closer, ignoring the pain the barrier was causing him as he whispered three words to you.
“You should be.”
You hadn’t moved, even though every cell in your body was ready for fight or flight.
Crossing your arms, you smiled at your betrothed.
“Are you done?”
Loki moved back, his muscles relaxing again now that he was no longer touching the barrier, and stared at you for another few seconds before sighing and turning around so his muscled back was exposed to you.
He walked over to the chair he had been sitting on when you first met and picked it up, carrying it so it was close to you and then he pulled on a short before sitting down and facing you.
Then you began to talk, and this time you spoke of books you had both read, places you had been and past experiences.
Loki had seen more places that you, but he didn’t act like your experiences were somehow less than his own, and he listened intently.
He was actually quite capable of being charming when the mood took him, and you wondered what you had done that changed things between you.
Loki knew though. You were too stubborn to be scared away, so even if none of you had wanted to be married in the first place, it was going to happen. So if you could manage to get along, maybe the whole experience wouldn’t be as painful as originally anticipated.
For the next two weeks, you spent most of your day with Loki, telling him about your home world, even bringing him things that you had brought with you, such as a plant that only grew there, and a selection of treats Sasha had packed for you.
In return, Loki would draw you a picture of one of the places he had been, or sometimes he would even sing to you.
You hated to admit it, but you’d been wrong about Loki, and the two of you had grown close over your stay.
Only mentally though. Physically, you had yet to even brush his hand with your own.
He wasn’t allowed out of his cell, and you weren’t allowed inside.
The first time you would be able to touch him was at your wedding.
That frusterated you more than anything. The floor outside of his cell was cold and lonely, as was his cell, but you knew that that wouldn’t be the case if you could so much as hold his hand.
It was late one night when you found yourself outside of Loki’s cell, still in your short nightgown, and your hair wide and unruly in a bedhead.
Loki smiled when he looked up and saw you, not having expected to see you until the morning as you had said goodnight hours before.
“Your hair looks beautif… Y/N, what’s wrong?!”
He was on his feet in an instant, as close to you as he could get without getting zapped by the walls of his cell.
You didn’t answer him at first, instead sitting down in your usual spot, close to the cell wall.
Loki squatted down on the other side, looking at you with concern in his eyes, but also protective anger, worried that someone had hurt you. If that was the case, Loki was going to find them and…
“It was just a nightmare,” you muttered, looking at your hands.
Loki sagged in relief, moving to sit parallel to you on the other side.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently, and you shrugged before turning to look at him, his teal eyes sad but comforting to you, so you sighed and spoke.
“It’s about my mother…” You started. Loki didn’t interrupt, even though he remembered you mentioning that you didn’t remember her.
When you weren’t interrupted, you continued speaking.
“I know that I said I can’t remember her. But that’s not exactly true… I can remember; just none of the good things. All I can picture when I think of her is how she looked when she was dying. It took her slowly, or so I’m told. She died when I was nine, so I should remember more, but all I can remember is those last two weeks; when she was coughing up blood and too sick to move…” You paused to wipe your eyes and then spoke without looking to Loki. “I was the only one with her with her when she died. I couldn’t do anything to help her while she choked to death, and that’s the image that I get when people mention her…” The tears were coming faster now, so you stopped and wiped your eyes again and barked a laugh when you looked up at Loki.
“I’m sorry. This is stupid. I just had no one else to go to, and I just needed someone to talk to,” you tried and saw how Loki reached out, stopping just short of your face, and then his eyes grew dark before he looked away.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. What I wouldn’t give to be able to hold you now…”
You exhaled and leaned your head pack against the wall, turning your face so that you were looking at Loki, your hands almost touching on the ground between you.
“Right now, Loki. This is enough.”
Thor and Frigga found you and Loki in the same position the next morning, both of you still asleep.
They’d known that you and Loki had been spending more time together, but this was the first time you had stayed in the prison all night.
After a quick word from Thor, a guard scooped you up into his arms and carried you back to your rooms.
Loki woke up as the guard was walking away, and he stood to watch you being carried away.
Frigga shared a look with her two sons before smiling and sharing a knowing look with Thor.
When you woke up, you were back in your bed with no recollection of how you got there, or any desire to move any time soon.
The sun was high in the sky, so you knew you had been asleep for a while, but that didn’t make it any easier to get out of bed when a maid was sent to get you up, to inform you that you had been summoned to the gardens.
Groaning, you got out of your bed and slipped on a light purple dress with golden clasps, and then hurried down to the gardens, barefoot.
When you reached the doors to the gardens you saw someone standing with their back to you.
Shoulder length black hair, dark clothes and tall. You knew who it was before he turned around, but you couldn’t quite believe it was him.
Walking down the steps, you saw the many guards who were standing around the gardens, far enough away to give you some privacy, but close enough to intervene, should he try anything.
He was talking to Thor, but when Thor caught sight of you, he cleared his throat and then excused himself, leaving the two of you mostly alone.
He still had his back to you, and you could see how tense his shoulders were. He was just as nervous as you.
He took a deep breath and then turned around.
So it was actually happening. Loki was somehow out of his cell, standing before you now with a nervous grin on his face.
Without a word, you ran forward, stopping less than an arms reach away, just staring at Loki, still not quite believing he was there.
With an amused smile, Loki reached for your hand, bowing to kiss it before straightening again, letting your hand go once more.
A wide smile broke out on your face and you jumped forward into Loki’s arms.
You held on tightly, burying your face in his chest, breathing in his scent and enjoying the feel of his strong arms wrapping around you.
“How?” You asked and Loki stroked your hair as he answered.
“Odin allowed it. It’s a probation period. As long as I can behave, I don’t have to go back to the cell. My chambers are heavily guarded, but I am allowed to stay in them until we return to your home.”
Hugging him tighter, you silently thanked his adoptive father and then pulled back, smiling wider than before.
Up close, Loki was even better looking, and he had his trademark smirk on his face, but that softened the longer you gazed at each other without speaking.
You didn’t know what to say. When you had arrived in Asgard, you hadn’t wanted to marry Loki, and couldn’t stand him, but over the course of your stay you had become closer with him than anyone else in your life. He was your best friend, that much was obvious, but then last night you had felt something else between you changing again.
You and Loki had flirted a lot since becoming friends, but you knew that it was more than that now.
However it had happened, you realised that you were falling for him.
Suddenly you felt like you should say something, but worlds deserted you.
Luckily Loki spoke instead, looking a little nervous as he moved even closer to you.
“I have something for you…”
Smiling, you asked him what it was, and then he moved closer and put his hands on either side of your face.
Guards stepped closer, ready to pull Loki away, but you stopped them with a raised hand. Loki wouldn’t hurt you.
“Close your eyes,” Loki whispered, ignoring the guards, so you obeyed, your breath catching a little when you felt his lips on your forehead.
A warmth spread from where his lips touched your skin, and then you started seeing pictures behind your eyes.
At first you didn’t understand what you were seeing, but then you gasped.
You could see you. Younger you, maybe six or seven years old, and you were standing next to a much younger Thor, fighting each other with toy swords.
A voice called your name and suddenly the image shifted to show a beautiful woman laughing as she moved towards you, picking you up in a tight hug before tickling you and making you squeal in delight.
You gasped, realising what you were watching. It was a memory. One of Loki’s from when you had visited Asgard with your mother. He had remembered you and was now giving you the one thing you had been wanting for so long. A happy memory of your mother.
The memory was fading, and you became aware of Loki’s fingers on your face and sounds of the gardens.
Your eyes opened, and you felt the first tear fall down your cheek as you looked up at Loki, his teal eyes watching you carefully.
“Thank you,” you whispered, allowing Loki to wipe your tears with a thumb before you acted without thinking about how many people were watching the pair of you at that moment, stretching up onto your toes to place your lips to Loki’s.
He paused for only a second before he kissed you back, his hands on your hips and yours in his hair.
You’d admit that you weren’t completely sure if you were doing it right, but you didn’t care. It felt good to you, and Loki wasn’t complaining.
When you broke apart, you could feel the blush on your cheeks and you saw how bright Loki’s eyes had gotten, so you took his hand and pulled him over to bench behind a beautiful willow tree that offered a little privacy for the two of you to talk.
Before you could chicken out, you decided to address his colourful past.
“Loki, I know that you wanted to be a king, and I know that my world isn’t quite Asgard… But it can be a home for you now, and if it’s enough for you, you will rule at my side…” You looked down, feeling Loki’s gaze on your face, but you didn’t look up again until he tilted your head up so your gaze met his.
“Y/N, future queen or not, you would always be enough for me.”
He cut off any protest or questions by quickly leaning in again and kissing you once more.
Was it requested: Indeed it was, by the glorious @jemin-guay as well! Find it here and be sure to give her a hug! Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Loki/reader Rating: Your gran’s gonna love me, she’ll be okay Warnings: None Summary: You and Loki share a tender moment~ Shakespeare Play Prompts~