you can say this for loki

(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep

Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍

Words- 939

Warnings- FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF

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It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.

“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.  

You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.

“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.

“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.

A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.

“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.

“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.

“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.

“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.

“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.

“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.

“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”

You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.

“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.

“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.

“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.

“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.

“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.

You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.

“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.

“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.

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Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.

“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.

“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.

“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.

“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.

You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.

“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.

Loki and Children

I have been having some thoughts about the original mythological Loki and the thought that has been on my mind most is this:

Loki is

1. Surprisingly great with kids

2. Is addicted to parenthood

Let me explain.

As to the first bit, well, yeah, it’s surprising. Or it should be at first glance. Because, seriously, this is fucking Loki. Standing in close proximity to him for longer than a minute is bound to result in theft, arson, a splash of bloodshed for color, and at least one confused party waking up in bed with the fucker. He’s a chaotic, manic, and generally hazardous force to be reckoned with.

To us. That is, adults.

Mortals, gods, giants, trolls, dwarves, et cetera–but only those who are mature.* *Read: there is Something to be Gained from conning, seducing, or otherwise messing with us. Whether it’s to save his own skin, or to get some sweet petty vengeance, or to steal a bauble, or to satisfy some carnal itch, or to just fuck up somebody’s day for the Hel of it, Loki only ever targets those he can take something worthwhile from. 

And what is there to take from kids? 

Plenty of folks on his extremely extensive Enemies List have children, of course. No one in the Norse mythos was especially mindful of dropping their seed. So. Children.

Children–easy to fool, easy to make a hostage, easy to charm and siphon their parents’ secrets and treasures from–should be great big bullseyes to the God of Mischief and Trickery and Assorted Other Unscrupulous Things. Yet there isn’t a single Edda or snippet of lore in which Loki makes cruel use of them. Not once. 

But what’s the big deal? Most of the rude and/or villainous characters in Norse mythology don’t bother with harassing kids either. Except in the case of stories like Loka Táttur.

Loka Táttur is a tale about how a farmer loses a bet with a vicious troll who swears to kill the farmer’s little boy. The farmer calls upon three gods in turn. Odin, Hoenir, and Loki. Odin and Hoenir both disguise the boy and hide him away, but the troll is too clever and each time manages to sniff out the boy’s hiding place. Ultimately it is Loki who hides the kid–pulling an Idunn-in-a-Nutshell gag and hiding him as a speck on the eye of a flounder in the water–and then, rather than stepping back as Odin and Hoenir did from their work, he sits in his boat and lets the troll see him.

The troll, being suspicious, asks what Loki’s business is. Only fishing, obviously. The troll demands to join him. Lo and behold, they bring up a wealth of flounders, including the one where the boy’s hidden. Loki manages to change the boy back to his true shape and hide the kid behind his back without the troll noticing. As Loki brings the boat back to shore, and to the farmer’s boathouse with the latter’s doors open, Loki tells the boy to run through the boathouse. He goes, the troll gives chase, and the troll becomes wedged in the entryway. 

At which point Loki proceeds to chop off the troll’s legs and stick an iron stake in the bastard’s skull. Then he walks the kid back home. The grand payoff for Loki after all this? 

The boy is safe. The troll is dead. The End.

Huh.

Now, much as Loki may have been the catalyst for a lot of corpses pre-Ragnarok–see his business with Thor getting his hammer back and leading more than one giant into a death trap–Loki is actually very rarely, if ever, one to get his hands dirty by killing a victim himself. Even Baldr was done in by an arrow he aimed with blind Hod’s fingers. So why did Loki personally orchestrate this plan in such a grisly way? For what gain?

What, other than the satisfaction of personally slaughtering the would-be child-killing prick troll?

In a less bloody narrative, we see his hand in getting Thialfi and Roskva, a pair of mortal siblings, taken into Thor’s service. While the exact ages of the two aren’t mentioned, they are young enough to still be in the care of their parents. When Thor and Loki are travelling it’s their father who invites them under their roof. Thor’s goats are slaughtered for the evening meal and–in some tellings–it is Loki who entices the son, Thialfi, into breaking a leg bone to taste the marrow. When morning comes and Thor resurrects his goats, one has a broken leg.

Thor’s visibly pissed—never ever a good thing–and so the family offers to make some compensation.

Loki, coughing through his hand: ThialfibroketheboneheshouldpledgeservicetoThor

Thialfi: Uh–

Loki, clearing his throat: Alsotakethesistertwoforonedeal

Rosvka: But I didn’t do anything—

Loki, en sotto voce: Kids, consider your options. Teensy mortal lifetime of toil on Midgard, harvesting dirt and snow on one hand. Potentially immortal lifetime, I don’t know, scrubbing giant blood off Mjolnir in Thor’s hall on Asgard on the other. Verdict?

Both: Sold.

Loki: Excellent! Really, Thor, you’re a master dealmaker, a born barterer, I’m in awe.

Thor: Wh—

Loki: AND WE’RE BACK TREKKING LETS GO

Cue laugh track.

Point being, Loki has been shown to purposefully go out of his way to help kids because…because. Yet how does this translate to the idea of him being good with kids?

I ask this purely hypothetically and am trying not to laugh as I do, because really. Really. How in the hell is a kid not going to be entertained by the Norse god of revelry and recreation?

Oh yeah, that bit’s often left off the résumé.

Loki, God of Mischief, is also God of Recreation. Play, in other words. Because playtime is a thing that is Chaotic rather than a product of Order, and so Loki is naturally all over it. There are some who even credit him with having added that trait to the first humans, Ask and Embla, while Odin, Vili, and Vé were carving them and breathing character into their souls.

On top of that, he’s also the god of flyting—poetic shit-talking.

So we have a shapeshifting, storytelling, magic-wielding, game-spinning, trickster god who can also teach young ears every bad word they could ever hope to learn, and he’s expected not to be a hit with kids? This is all without even mentioning the fact that Loki is a bit of a hyperactive attention hog all on his own. What better audience for him than a gaggle of credulous little onlookers who are too young to sneer at his antics rather than take delight in them? Children are wee balls of mischief themselves, muddled in with imagination and wonder and an eagerness to be wowed or made to laugh themselves into weeping.

All of which brings me to point number two:

Loki is a kidaholic.

Like, even though a lot of his and/or her sleeping around the Realms can be chalked up to an insane libido, there’s also just the sheer number of kids they’ve produced to factor in. Maybe more than even Odin or Thor could boast. At least half being born from Loki herself. Not because Loki was helpless against the workings of nature—it’s impossible to believe that Loki wasn’t smart enough or powerful enough to get around producing new Lokisons and Lokisdottirs with every other bedmate—but because Loki wants more kids. There will never be enough kids.

The guy’s got a case of severe paternal/maternal hoarding going on. I mean

Loki: I need another one.

Odin: You really don’t.

Loki: You’re right. I need two other ones.

Odin: I am positive that you do not.

Loki: Three. Triplets. Need them. Right now.

Odin: Loki.

Loki: Four? Four. Definitely four.

Odin: Loki, please.

Loki: Yeah, let’s go with four. I can give or get. I’ll flip a coin.

Odin: Loki, as Allfather, I am expressly forbidding you to impregnate or be impregnated for at least a century.

Loki: Fine.

Odin: …

Loki: …I’ll settle for three.

Odin: What did I just say?

Loki: Three’s a good number, isn’t it? All good things come in threes. You and your brothers—

Odin, fighting an aneurysm: You and your brothers—

Loki: So you agree!

Odin: I did not—

Loki: Three it is!

Odin: Loki—

Loki: Be back when I feel like it

Odin: Loki

Loki: Give my love to Sleipnir

Odin: LOKI—

Loki, pantsless, vaulting over the wall, cartwheeling towards Jötunheimr’s Ironwood forest: Bye

It’s in that Ironwood that he meets Angrboda and fathers a giant wolf, a giant snake, and the literal corpse-faced queen-goddess of the dead by her. Being that Loki’s scope of attractiveness/aesthetic acceptability is elastic enough to let all sorts of species between his legs, I find it hard to believe that his kids’ unique looks would repulse or even faze him. They’re his children. Therefore they’re great.

And we all know how that happy family ended up. Ditto his second family with Sigyn and his two little twin boys.

Enter Ragnarok, warfare, general Bad Times, and so on.

Anyway.

Comical as it is to envision a Loki who cringes at the notion of parenthood and/or fears his more monstrous children, I just don’t believe it lines up with what we know of the Loki of myth.

Myth Loki is a god who would spend hours entertaining a child, simply entertained that the child is entertained.

Myth Loki is also a god who would hunt down and methodically dismember whichever idiot thought it would be okay to make a child cry within said god’s earshot.

Hm. Let’s talk about Villains and Reality vs Fiction.

Art often reflects a version of reality,

but like a fun house mirror

we understand the truth.

Children understand early on that they will never be a mermaid or a princess. That’s why when you ask a child what they want to be when they grow up, they’ll say “DOCTOR!” or “SINGER” or FIREFIGHTER!” If they ever do say “I want to be Darth Vader!” We can all safety assume this child isn’t actually planning on growing up to slice off his son’s hand and rule a galaxy.
The kid knows they can’t actually be Darth Vader, but they admire Vader’s cool looks, his authority, the awesome one-liners. A child knows. Children are not stupid.
Now, as adults (I hope) we also see the difference between reality and fiction… you know, like we see the difference in good and bad? We can imagine crazy things and insane dramas and read and write about whatever we’d like, but once the book is closed and the movie is turned off people know what they know and do what they do and LIVE their lives with that underlying common law of what is Good. Once in a while, you will have that disturbed mind that will take something like The Joker and misuse him as an excuse to do heinous things, but people are generally good.

So we are allowed to enjoy a story like Jane Eyre, like Suicide Squad, like Star Wars. We are allowed to enjoy the ups, downs, horrors and triumphs of characters like Kylo Ren. We can think Kilgrave from Jessica Jones is charismatic and fun to watch. We can completely adore Loki from Thor.

THESE THINGS ARE OK

Why?

Because the line between fiction and reality is a lot thicker than some people on tumblr are making it out to be.

Closer

Author: Mikala

Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 3,350

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (please use protection, kiddos). Swearing. I think that’s it. 

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Loki so I hope it’s good! Let me know what you think!

“Good evening, Loki,” you greeted, taking your usual seat on one of the couches in the living room. You were received with silence, just like you had been every day for the past three weeks. Huffing softly but indignantly, you tucked your legs beneath you, curling up against the arm of the otherwise empty couch. You dropped your attention to your book, opening it to where you’d last left off, but you couldn’t help stealing a few glances at the raven-haired trickster. He sat elegantly in an armchair that he’d pulled close to the glass wall, staring pensively into the distance outside.

Thor had brought his brother to the Tower in hope that the “Earth’s mightiest heroes” would be able to keep him under their watchful eyes, and maybe even have a good influence on him. So far, the latter part was futile; Loki hadn’t acted out at all, but he’d done nothing but brood in silence since he’d gotten here. Although, you could somewhat understand why—everyone else in the tower was either treating him with a cold shoulder, or making snide remarks to him in an attempt to rouse him up. You didn’t really understand what the point of provoking him was. You’d even attempted to break the ice with him, to no avail.

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Attack Of The Clones

Request:

Hey request are open. Can we get where the reader can duplicate and but she starts duplicating in her sleep. So it freaks the whole team out so they confront the reader about it.            


Bucky has created a chatroom.

Bucky has added Bruce, Thor, Clint.

Bucky: BANNER

Clint: BRUCE

Thor: SIR OF SCIENCE

Bruce: Yes, what can I, Sir of Science, do for either of you?

Bucky: Can you explain Y/N’s powers, but without the science?

Bruce: Y/N can duplicate them-self, or objects. That’s all I can say without getting into the science.

Bucky: Can I have more details please? Especially about the clones.

Bruce: Any duplicate of Y/N is an independent, self thinking version of Y/N, and usually contains one trait of Y/N that defines their whole personality. Sometimes they have no traits of Y/N, and take on their own.

Bucky: Now… how do you get rid of the clone?

Bruce: Any other way you’d get rid of someone, or have Y/N dissipate them.

Clint: So, we’re stuck with them until Y/N wakes up?

Bruce: Clarify.

Thor: Y/N HAS BEEN SUMMONING THEIR DOPPLEGANGERS AS THEY SLUMBER.

Thor: WE ARE GRAVELY OUTNUMBERED.

Thor: THE DOPPLEGANGERS HAVE TAKEN OVER.

Thor: WE MUST RETREAT TO SOME PLACE SAFE.

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Clichés, man....

So even longer story short, I, the ranger in our party, had just received vengeance after finally killing my Uncle who killed my father when I was young. And our Wizard noticed that he was weakened before we entered the room. ((I shot him with an ensnaring strike as soon as we entered)) He notices two black daggers in his hands, and all we can see is the hilt because these daggers are through his hands. The wizard goes to touch them and we all get blinded for a few seconds. I’ll continue the dialogue from here.

Ranger: What just happened?
???: I’m not sure maybe you’ll have to tell me.
Ranger: Who are you??
DM: Roll a Religion check
*rolls a 16*
DM: You know this to be Loki, the Norse god of mischief.
Loki: *laughs*
Ranger: To what, do we owe the pleasure if meeting Loki?
Loki: I’ve been watching you, not all of you, just you specifically Alarian. And I need to ask a little favor of you.
Ranger(Alarian): I’m assuming that I don’t have much of a choice in the matter, how may I be of assistance to you?
Loki: Have you ever lost your house key before? I’m assuming you did because you were kicked out of your home as well! Exiled for killing the king….. I know you were framed… And so was I! So I need help finding my key again.
Ranger: So how can I find it?
Loki: You’re looking for a man named Heimdal. You met him once before so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to accomplish.
Ranger: How do we find you once we have him?
Loki: Oh! You should be finding that out right about now!
DM: Alarian you feel a serpent crawling up your right leg and then a sharp pain as though something has bitten you.
Loki: Just think of me when you have Heimdal, and I’ll come scurrying on in to have a nice, friendly… chat, with him….
Ranger: Is there anything else we can assist you with?
Loki: No, that’s if for now buddy. See you real soon!
*Loki vanishes*
Ranger: Well lets go find Heimdal…
DM: Wait are you not gonna look at your leg?
Me(Ranger): Nah, it’s probably turned into a tattoo…
DM: GODDAMNIT FRIEMAN HOW DID YOU KNOW….

Justice League, Meet The Avengers

Batsy has created a chatroom.

Batsy has added Alfredo Pasta.

Batsy: Alfred.

Alfredo Pasta: Yes, Master Bruce?

Batsy: Was it Barry or Oliver this time?

Alfredo Pasta: It was the young speedster, Master Bruce.

Batsy has added Bear.

Batsy: Stop. Changing. Our. Names.

Bear: Alfredo Pasta, you snitched on me?

Alfredo Pasta: No regrets, son.

Alfredo Pasta: Was there something you needed, Master Bruce?

Batsy: I want to know the current status of the rest of the league.

Alfredo Pasta: Inviting them over for dinner? I shall prepare the table.

Batsy: No - a meeting that involves food, Alfred!

Bear: Ooooh are we having Lobster Thermidor? Arthur won’t like that.

Bear: I’ll be back in a… Flash. Gotta take care of my good pal Captain Cold.

Bear has left the chat.

Alfredo Pasta: It seems all members of the JLA are currently preoccupied.

Batsy: Even Clark? What could Arthur be doing? And Diana?

Alfredo Pasta: Saving the world, of course.

Alfredo Pasta: Except for Arthur. He’s at an aquarium.

Batsy: Are there any criminals out?

Alfredo Pasta: I’m afraid not, Master Bruce. Master Dick has done an exceptional job of keeping them at bay.

Batsy:

Batsy: What’s the Joker up to?

Alfredo Pasta: He’s in hiding after your last debacle with him.

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I just had a thought. Like how weird is it that we can interact with the gods? I’m just sitting here thinking about how cool that is. Me coming up to beings like Loki and Hermes and Bastet and bringing little gifts to share. I’m trying to understand what that looks like to them, even though I can’t. I’m just seeing the tiny child of another species coming up to me with like their people’s equivalent of half a bar of chocolate and a soda pop and saying “Hi my name is X, I really like what I’ve heard about you. I brought some snacks to share. Can we be friends?” That’s so amazing and heartwarming.

Imagine Loki giving that face when you get into an argument with Nick Fury

~~imagine~~

FURY: Y/n! How do I know you aren’t under Loki’s control right now? Say something you will only say to me!

YOU:How do I know you came from your moms vagina and not a trash can?

LOKI: (gif) She got you real hard on that one

FURY:SHUT YOUR HOLE BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU LOKI

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Thor and Loki fighting over you would include :

(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Aaawww Loki and Thor :3 Lol sorry if i seem Loki biased XD He’s just so cute!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Loki at first not wanting to admit his feelings for you but seeing how much closer you are to Thor than to him, pushes him to the edge to just blurt it out to his brother, saying you’re his

-Thor not minding it much at first as he is confident you will choose him rather than Loki and keeping flirting with you as usual, making Loki having to catch up to him

-Loki suddenly being so much more kinder to you, wanting to prove himself worthy and just doing anything he can to distract you from Thor

-Thor trying to plan things to do with you, only to find out that Loki had beaten him to the punch as he sees you two together, but having to tag along as you would invite him, resulting in an awkward tension between the brothers

-The two of them escorting you through the city for a visit, only to punch each other in the arm, asking as to what the other is doing here, making you ask if everything is alright

-Thor getting you flowers and complimenting them all while keeping his eyes on you to give you a hint of his intentions, only for Loki to the same but with more flowers

-Loki making you laugh with how he can actually be funny, only for Thor to walk over and try himself to make you laugh as well

-Thor trying to be smooth when he tells you goodnight by grabbing your hand to kiss it, only for Loki to pass by and grab your hand away from him to do it himself

-Loki just confessing his feelings for you honestly, knowing it’ll get on your good side, only for Thor to tell you that he is most likely playing a trick on you unlike himself

-The two of them getting into a literal physical fight over you, only for you to catch them and instantly tell them to stop, making them yell that they won’t until you tell them your choice between them

Caged (5)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?
Word Count : 1017
A/N: Please send me some prank ideas for the next part, I don’t feel like I have nearly enough in it! Also hit me up with your thoughts and feels?

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You Talk Too Much

 Original or requested: Original

 Pairing: Loki x Reader

 Word count: 1.039


 Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.

 “Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.

 “On your knees.”

 Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.

 “You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”

 Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.

 “Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.

 “You dare to…”

 “Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.

 “Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”

 “What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”

 “Why should I even listen to you?”

 “It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”

 “I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.

 You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.

 After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.

 “Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”

 “I’m not the kind of person who…”

 “Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”

 “You’re not my king.”

 “Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”

 “Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”

 “You talk too much.”

 “I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.

 “What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.

 “Nothing. I’m just starving. ”

 “I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”

 “If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”

 “I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”

 “How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.


 A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.

 “A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.

 You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.

 “I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.

 “Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”

 “I did.”

 You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?

“You’re a jerk!”

“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.

 “Oh my God. You are so funny.”

 “I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.

 “You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”

 “Smile?”

 “Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”

 “I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.

 “You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”

 “You say it like it’s a curse.”

 “It isn’t.”

 “Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.

 “I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”

 “If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”

 “Now, tell me all your sorrows.”

 “We may take some hours.”

 Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

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Imagine being nervous to find out you have a bed scene with your best friend, and crush, Tom in your new movie because you know he can make it all very realistic.

“Don’t worry, love.” his smooth voice almost made your heart calm down – almost though “I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to.” he said with a slightly mischievous grin and you bit your lower lip.

Pull away too soon” you thought to yourself but in the end shook the thought off.

“I would never doubt it, Thomas.” you giggled as you leaned back in your chair, playing with a page from the script “You are ever the gentleman, all of the years I’ve known you.” you smiled at your best friend and he gave you back an adorable one as well.

“A gentleman at times and a really bad boy when needed.” he winked at you and you giggled, hitting his shoulder “Don’t worry, (Y/n), really I promise I won’t take it too far. Or at least I will try to.” he added the last part with a shrug and you rolled your eyes.

Please just take it as far as you can” you let your thoughts run wild so much you had to take a large sip of your coffee to fight the bllush away.

“Tom” you glared at him though you couldn’t never really be angry at something like this. Being in love with your best friend had a lot more disadvantages than you actually thought at first, and you had began to discover all of them during all these years of knowing Tom. And now you were going to work with him, you knew the boundaries of this friendship were really going to get blurry.

You shook your head “You better, bad boy. Because I will prove to you how little you know your best friend.” you said looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

“Is that so?” his eyebrows shot up as his interest peaked “Perhaps, we should really practice first then.”

“Oh you wish, William.” you smirked at him “It’s not like we need to anyway… right?”

“Why- why are you asking, (Y/n)?” he frowned, finally getting a little serious until realization downed and his eyebrows shot up “Wait you- you have done a bed scene before, right?”

“Well, excuse me Mr Hiddleston if I’ve put my singing career first all this time and finally managed to catch up with acting too! It’s not like a crime or anything.” you huffed, shaking your head although truth was you couldn’t help but feel even more nervous at the prospect of that scene alone. Not to mention it being with the man you had feelings for but didn’t want to reveal a thing.

“No, of course not darling. You know I was the one that supported you on that.” he said, placing a hand on top of yours and despite everything you caught yourself relaxing.

“Just wait till the fans hear this.” you breathed out with a chuckle “They’ve been shipping us for so long, even if they knew we are only friends. It seems like every time we mentioned it, it just made them want to see us together even more. They didn’t care, we are just OTP to them.”

“Yeah, yeah they actually have.” you glanced at him when you heard the tone in his voice. It sounded almost longing, nostalgic and you knew there was something more there but you didn’t have time to try to decipher it because he cleared his throat and put on back a smile that could be convincing to others but not you. He was an amazing actor, yes, but he could never fool you.

“And now not only are we going to be in the same movie but you are practically going to take my v-card on camera? Wow I am sure it will break the internet!” you laughed, taking another small sip of your coffee.

“I’m- what?” his eyebrows shot up as he stared at you in disbelief and you frowned at him until it downed on you.

“No- Tom, no!” you all-but-shrieked “For the love of, Hiddleston! I’m really starting to think I don’t know you here. I didn’t mean literally!” you shook your head, huffing.

He just mumbled an “Oh” and laughed nervously, taking a sip of his own drink and placed it back next to his own script.

“But-” the smile returned on his lips “Now that you mention it, can you imagine the posts?” he asked and a giggle left your lips.

“The fans’ or yours?” you raised an eyebrow at your friend and he erupted in laughter.

“Why are you saying that? I haven’t started teasing them that much… yet.” he shrugged “But now that we got the script… a little sneak peek wouldn’t be bad, right?”

“You little-” you stopped yourself, laughing “You know, now I really understand why the picked you for Loki.”

“Oh come on! Hey do you have your phone?” he asked and you nodded your head “Remember that photo you had accidentally sent me of you in your bed?” and oh boy how could you ever forget that “How about you post it with something about practicing huh?” he smirked as he already leaned over your seat to try and take hold of your bag that had your phone.

“What?!” your eyes widened “Tom, no! I may be decent enough in it but it certainly not meant for the internet with the caption you have in mind! Tom!” you screamed, a giggle leaving as he tried to get it from your bag. You grabbed it and held it to yourself but he man was not having any of it.

“Come on, love. They’re going to love it, especially my comments on it.” he grinned the smile that made you weak on the knees.

“Tom, I said no! Nothing will make me give you that photo.” you shook your head furiously.

“Nothing?” he breathed out, getting more serious and only then did you realize his face was inches away rom yours “Are you sure about that love?” he whispered and you really caught yourself wondering about the answer you were going to give him. Could you say it? And even more: What was he really going to do about it?

“A kiss probably?”

Can I keep you? Pt. 1

(A/N) I decided it’s time to post this thingy! I hope you enjoy it and if you want to be tagged, let me know! This is also going to be a multi chapter fic and will be posted on thursday! I hope I didn’t just jinx us! *fingers crossed*

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: swearing

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Tip from my side: if your dad, mum or any other relative is a super hero, especially if he is a part of the Avengers, never forget that! I did, and that lead to me standing in the living room of my adoptive father, Tony, and having various weapons pointed at me.
You see, I’m currently having troubles at my college and decided to take a break and visit my father, completely forgetting that he is Iron Man and that the ‘Stark Tower’ was transformed into the ‘Avengers Tower’ and that said Avengers, are now living there.
“Who are you?” Natasha Romanoff, Russian Agent, rough childhood. She pointed one of her guns at my head and I had no doubt that she could blow my head off.
“(Y/N) Stark. Starks daughter? Well adoptive daughter. Where is he anyway?” The way the others looked at me was really amusing. Only one of them, who I guessed was Loki, looked rather bored. He didn’t even bother to stand up and point anything at me.
“Miss (Y/N), should I inform your father of your presence?” Ah, how I missed Jarvis. Before I went to college, as lonely as it sounds, he was my only friend. “No thanks Jarvis. I will tell him myself, but where exactly is he?” “Right here.” I turned around and saw my father standing there, with his arms outstretched, ready for a hug. And a hug he received.
“I missed you Dad.” I buried my face in his neck. “I missed you too kiddo.” He squeezed me harder against him, kissing my scalp.
“I see you already met the others. This is Thor, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Clint and behind them on the couch is Loki.” He pointed at each one, but as soon as he mentioned Loki, a snarl took over his face.
“You do know that I have a TV at the college. I know who they are. All of them.” I laughed and the other lowered their weapons.
“So Tony, you never told us you had a daughter, and such a gorgeous one too.” Thor smirked and bowed his head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N).” He took my hand and gently kissed my knuckles. “So, how’s your brother complex going Thor?” Loki, tried to hide a laugh, at which he clearly failed. Thor, on the other hand, looked at me with wide eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks. “What?” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“Is my room still available?” Tony nodded and I grabbed my bags, making my way to the elevator.
As soon as I was, what the others thought, out of earshot, they began asking tony questions. Even though, it was mostly Thor asking what I meant with ‘brother complex’.
No one noticed the handsome god making his way to the elevator too.
“So you are Starks little princess.” He didn’t look at me, just stared at the elevator doors.
“I’m neither little nor a princess. I’m his adopted daughter. I guess we have something in common.” I smirked at him. Before he could talk again, the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
“Excuse me.” I walked out and smirked to myself, picturing his face.

Finally in my room, I noticed one problem. The last time I’ve been here, I apparently still had my ‘pink phase’. My walls were pink and so was my most of my furniture. That was a real problem.
“Jarvis. Where is the next interior centre? Oh and I need some new clothes and a new wallpaper. This one won’t do.” I left my bag on the floor and exited the room again.
“Anything else, Miss (Y/N)?” Jarvis artificial voice inquired. “Yes, I need my father’s credit card and a car. Send the location of the store to my phone, would you?”
“The location is send. And I think your father’s (F/C) would be to your liking.” My phone buzzed and I had the location.
“I think so too Jarvis. The keys are still where they always are?” Jarvis answered with a polite ‘Yes Miss’ and I took the elevator up to the living room again.
“Hey sweet pea, do you need anything?” Tony sat with the others, drink in hand.
“Yes, your credit card.” I shot the others a tight lipped smile, looking back at my father. “What for?” He stood up and got his wallet out of his jeans pocket.
“Have you seen my room? It’s pink.” He laughed and passed it to me. “Need any help?” “I’ll let Jarvis let you know when I’m back so you can help carry most of the stuff to my room. And maybe we can fix it together.” He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Of course kiddo.”

After my shopping trip, I drove back to the Avengers Tower, telling Jarvis to let my father know of my return. The answer wasn’t really what I hoped for.
“Your father asked me to tell you that they had to go on a mission. He is sorry Miss (Y/N).” Jarvis’s voice followed me to the elevator. Biting my tounge, I shook my head.
“I know Jarvis, I know.” I moved the wallpaper and everything I needed to remove my old wallpaper to the elevator. The new floor I chose, was too heavy, so I had to wait for my father’s return anyway.
I brought all the stuff to my room, but immediately lost my interest in redecorating it.
It was almost lunch time anyway, so I decided to go to the kitchen and cook something for myself.
I didn’t expect Loki to be sitting in the living room, reading.
“I thought you were out on a mission.” I checked the fridge and cupboards, deciding what I should cook. “Well, they never take me with them. Not that I’m complaining.” Loki didn’t look up from his book, but his voice was softer than I expected.
“Know how that feels. Want something to eat?” I leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at the Trickster God. “Deepens on what you’re cooking.” “I thought about Carbonara.” I took everything I needed out of the fridge and the cupboards, laying it out before me.
“What is that?” Loki quietly came up behind me, surprising me. “God, Loki! Warn me the next time you sneak up on me!” I looked at him with wide eyes, but he just grinned.
“There would be no fun if I did that, pet.” He looked over my shoulder at the ingredients, still grinning. “Don’t get used to the nickname Loki. My name is (Y/N) and you’ll call me exactly that.”
He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, but nodded.
“So, do you want some, or not?” I looked at him and put my hands against his chest, trying to get a little distance between me and the god.
“Why not?” He went back to the couch, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
I was in the middle of cooking when my phone buzzed.
“Hey dad. How’s the mission going?” I put the phone between my right ear and shoulder and continued to stir the pasta.
“Just fine honey! You fucking-! Sorry, I just wanted to -Oh come on!- check if everything’s okay -Asshole!- over there.” He was still in his suite, fighting against whatever.
“Everything’s perfect. Call me again when you’re finished. Love you.” I hung up before he could answer, taking my phone and putting it back on the counter.
“Miss (Y/N), I am supposed to tell you that your father loves you too.” “Thanks Jarvis.”
Deciding the pasta was ready, I put a sieve into the sink and lifted the pot. I was just sieving the pasta when Loki appeared behind me again, affectively scaring me. I let go of the pot and the hot water splashed onto my hands.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I fell to the floor, pressing my hands to my chest. Loki, looked worried for once.
“Where does it hurt?” He put his hands out, waiting for me to put mine into his.
“Stay away you creep! God!” Huffing he took my hands and the pain almost immediately lessened. Loki closed his eyes and focused, his hands becoming colder by the second.
And there was something else. His hands turned blue and some sort of pattern appeared on his skin. Slowly, his whole body, at least everything I could see, became blue and had the same pattern. The next time he opened his eyes, they were blood red. But that wasn’t it, there were also so many emotions in them. Fear, insecurity, shame. All those emotions were behind those eyes that looked at me pleadingly. Pleading that I don’t throw him away like so many others did.
I took my hands out of his and a new emotion appeared, hurt. Seeing this, I immediately put my left hand back in his. With my right, I touched his cheek. It was as cold as ice but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t. All the emotions were gone, replaced by confusion and happiness.
“You’re not scared?” After a few minutes of silence he spoke up. “Why should I? You’re beautiful.” He huffed and pulled back. Before I could say something he vanished into thin air, leaving me alone on the kitchen floor.

I sat there for about ten minutes, until Jarvis asked if I was alright. After telling him that everything was fine and he mustn’t tell my father about what just happened, I finished cooking. As soon as I was done eating, I filled a plate and brought it to Loki’s room. It was the first time I noticed that his room was on the same floor as mine.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response, which never came. So I slowly opened the door and looked inside. The room was in green and gold, there were also a big bed and a very comfortable looking reading chair. The walls were lined with bookshelves the reached the ceiling.
“What do you want?” His voice as sharp as the knife he was playing with in bed.
“I just brought you something to eat. If you still want it.” I walked inside the room and put the plate down on his nightstand. “Well, if you’re in a better mood, I could use your help. My room is just down the hall, last one on the right. See you!” I was just about to leave the room when he grabbed my left hand.
“How are your hands?” He inspected it carefully, but didn’t find anything, so he let go again. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll be more careful from now on.” He looked me in the eyes and I knew, even though he was the God of Mischief, his words were true. So I nodded and left his room, getting ready to work on my room.

It took me a few hours, but I managed to break down all my furniture. Now I remembered why I asked my father to help me. It took a while to get all the stuff out of my room, but somehow, I did it. I brought it downstairs into the garage, leaving it there for the moment.
Taking the elevator, I went back up again.
“Jarvis, put on some music. This will take a while.”
Dancing to ‘Back in Black’ from AC DC, I began to scrape the wallpaper down. Even though Tony wasn’t my biological father, we had a lot in common. We liked the same music, were intelligent and loved building things. He had his suit and I had my hover board. I only used it on the large campus, what can I say? I’m too lazy to walk all the time and it’s a lot faster.
It took me some time to convince the University council to allow me to use it, but it’s definitely a pro to be Tony Stark’s daughter. And I never broke something.
Well…except for the time one of the other students ran in my way. And the time the board had a malfunction. Oh, and the time…! Let’s not dwell on the past…right?
Either way. We had enough in common for him to be my real father. The only thing that wouldn’t fit, is that he actually wanted me. Sure, I was the one that practically begged him to adopt me, but he still chose me.
Being absorbed in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the handsome god entering my room.
“Midgard to (Y/N)?” He tapped my shoulder, making me spin around and threaten him with my spatula.
“Loki! What did you say about not surprising me?!” I took the spatula down and looked at him with wide eyes. “I tried to warn you, but you didn’t react.” Huffing I turned around and continued scrapping at the wall.
“Do you need to get that down?” He stood in the middle of my room, looking around.
“Yup. All four walls need to be bare.” I could barely finish before Loki snipped his fingers and the walls were naked.
“Can you also put those up on the wall?” I pointed at the wallpaper rolls, lying on the floor.
Snipping again, my walls were covered in the wallpaper and the rolls were gone.
“My ceiling should look like a sky full of stars.” I grinned at the men-I mean god, in front of me and he smirked. This time, he moved his hands around and a few seconds later, my ceiling was covered in blinking stars.
“Wow.” I looked around my room, more than happy with the result. “I thought they took all your magic?” He smirked at me. “They took enough from me so I can’t escape. But I can still teleport inside this place and I can use a little magic. Enough to help you redecorate your room.”
“Perfect! Come with me!” Taking his hand, I pulled him to the elevator and to the garage, where my new floor still waited.
“By the way, what is a ‘creep’?” Loki looked at me, confusion written all over his face. We were standing in the elevator, going down.
I couldn’t supress a snicker. “A person that kind of scares you, but…more like…I don’t even know. Google it.” “Google?” Face palming myself, I stepped out of the elevator, walking to the pyramid of floorboards.
“This needs to go up into my room.” Nodding, he snipped again and the pyramid vanished.
“Can I keep you?” I took his hand again and pulled him to the elevator. Instead of answering my, very serious question, he chuckled and followed me.
Upstairs he changed the floor for me and asked me if I needed anything else.
“Well…a bed would be nice. But all the shops are closed by now. Your magic is not enough to teleport things from a magazine or the internet into this room, is it?”
Loki shook his head.
“You can sleep in your father’s bed. His other half isn’t here right now.”
“Yuck no! I don’t want to know how many times the both of them had sex in there!” Chuckling at my response he walked out of my room.
“Wait! Can I sleep at yours tonight?” I leaned out the door, watching his back.
“Who says I don’t masturbate?”
“You probably do, but you’re not my father! That only makes it half as gross.”
“Be my guest!” He entered his room, leaving me grinning at the door to my room.
This is definitely going to be fun.

Loki being obsessed with you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Loki! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him having grown quite fond of you from the few times he’s seen and met you, only to take it upon himself to be involved in your life by any means possible

-Him waiting for you in your house at night, only to come up with an excuse, saying he can’t go back to Asgard yet and making you have to let him stay

-Him playing tricks and making it seem that he’s always your savior whenever you’d get in trouble or danger, wanting you to trust only him

-Him always bothering Heimdall to ask him about your whereabouts and describe him exactly how you look like and all, before going to find you

-Him having a habit of stealing things from your house in which they might have your scent in it, from pillows you’ve held to sweaters, only to deny it when you’d confront him

-Him loving to feel your touch and getting rather weak from it, only to never want to let go of you, especially whenever you’d hug him

-Him hating to see other men flirt with you, he’d always find a way to make sure they never ever think you’re interested in them

-Him presenting you to his parents and his brother as his lover and already talking about marrying you, despite you not even being together

-Him following you to your workplace, only to enter and ask for your help, saying that if you don’t spend some time with him he’ll most likely end up destroying the whole place

-Him begging you to be his and accept your place with him, only to not stop until he hears the answer he wants from you


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I Own You

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 2500

Warnings: NSFW (smut!)

A/N: Since I’m back on tumblr, I decided to repost some of my old work and fanfics! Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by rosamundamuddyfoot



A dull headache was the first thing that woke you up. You blinked few times to clear your sight and look at the empty side next to you.

Turning around you noticed that the sheets were a pure mess and then you noticed that it was 2 p.m.

“Ah, great!” you groaned and then pulled to covers to the side.

You were naked and probably got awfully drunk last night.

Then it hit you. You had a fight with the god of mischief before you let tequila possess you.

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Run, Barry, Run + Vigilantes

Justice League/Avengers Crossover 1


Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Diana.

Thor: Greetings Princess Diana of Themyscira, Daughter of Hippolyta, God of War.

Diana: Greetings Prince Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin, God Of Thunder.

Clint has joined the chat.

Clint has added Oliver.

Clint: Greetings Peasant Oliver Queen of Star City, Parasite of your parents, Man of Green Arrows.

Oliver: Greetings Fellow Peasant Clint Barton of Compound Vents, Demon Spawn of your parents, Eye of The Hawk.

Thor: Do not mock our titles.

Diana: That is very improper of you, Ollie.

Thor: Barton, your title is more like Slumbering Coffee Monster of Avengers Compound.

Diana: And Ollie, yours is Angsty Island Man of Justice League Watch Tower.

Clint: They got us good, Queen.

Oliver: I am wounded from their insults.

Thor: Lady Diana, Lady Y/N informs me that you too have a member of your family with murderous tendencies.

Diana: Everyone on my father’s side has murderous tendencies. Family gatherings almost always end in a fist fight.

Thor: Would your family wish to take my brother in? Our pantheons may be different but I feel like he may fit in well among them.

Loki has joined the chat.

Loki: Thor, stop trying to get rid of me!

Diana: A compelling offer. I will agree on the grounds that you take one of my siblings as well.

Thor: I accept, who is the least likely to murder me and steal my right as future king of Asgard?

Loki has added Y/N.

Loki: Y/N! Do something! He is bartering me off!

You: I don’t think Loki would last a day in Diana’s family. Complete the exchange.

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Imagine Loki when you have to forget him as your punishment:

“How is she?” Loki’s voice was impassive but Thor was sure; his brother was more than worried about her. “She is okay. But you know we have to erase her memory,” Loki’s eyes darkened. He thought he finally found the one who loves him without questioning him, thought he finally could afford himself be happy. Yet Thor stood here and told him obvious rubbish. “Can I see her before-“he couldn’t finish sentence as you entered the chamber, “ Hey” your beautiful eyes that always makes him forget about any sorrow, any pain were filled with horror and sadness. Loki found himself gripping you in a hug. “Hush, beloved,” you smiled softly when you heard his heart race. “It is not supposed to be this way,” he uttered “Before it happens, just know, I love you. Love you most than anyone in all nine realms. You are my own Valhalla. You have to forget but I will always remember. For both of us-“he frantically smother you in kisses. An awkward cough from Thor made him unclasped hands while you still held him as if your life depended on it. “There is one way you can both remember and be together” Thor lowered his voice, “But you,” he pointed on Loki, “would have to leave Asgard and live in Midgard. You can never return here. ““I agree,” He said without any doubt and before you could say anything. “Then leave, now, I’ll take care about guards” he smiled at you “Don’t let him do anything stupid” “So funny brother” Loki rolled his eyes and you laughed. This was new turn on your way. Bad or good you were together so no one can overcome you.

We all have that OTP when one person is like...
  • What I don't say: I love you.
  • What I do say: Are you okay? Did you get home safe? Are you hungry? Do you need anything? Please, text me, when you're home. Can I help you? Do you need a hug? Who the hell hurt you? Why are you crying? Do you need a tissue? Is everything alright? You know you can tell me anything, right?
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Name: Give her back
Pairing: Loki x reader
Summary: when the Avengers inform Loki that they caught you (they hoped to make him talk), he goes absolutely furious.

“Oh, also,” Natasha waves her hand, as if it’s nothing important. “I thought you would be interested in us capturing one of your followers.”

“I do not care for those people.”

“Yeah, I figured. Well, this Y/N tends to look very scared in our prison,” on the screen (so generously granted by Fury) you can see how Loki’s face looses its sly smile, as he makes a slow step towards the glass wall, not taking his eyes off Natasha.

“What did you just say?”

“Y/N. She tried to put up a fight,” you can’t help a quick smile - you bit them, not put up a fight, even though you tried. “But we still got her locked up - safe and sound.”

“If you hurt her,” Loki’s voice is quiet and calm, but you can almost feel him seethe with rage. “If you touch her, I will make sure you never know peace, agent Natalia Romanoff. No matter where you run and how well you hide, you will never, never, know peace.”

“As if we would hurt an innocent…”

“I know what you would do!” his fist almost crushes the glass next to Natasha’s face, his loud voice piercing through the air, hurting no worse than an actual punch. “And that is why I am telling you - do not touch her. Because when I come for her. And I will come for her. If she is hurt in any way, I will destroy everything you have ever cared about. I will make sure you never want to breathe again, not after all the things I make you do, not after I destroy everything that makes you,” you can see Natasha’s fear - no matter how good she is at acting like she is rough and touch, seeing a furious god is always scary. “You may call me a monster, but you do not know what kind of a monster I am.”

“What about we find a compromise?” Natasha suddenly offers, her hand automatically reaching up to touch her ear, so everyone knows that just now Fury said something. “You stop making a mess, give back the…”

“You won’t give her back to me,” Loki waves his hand. “Do not be stupid, you will use her to make me act the way you want. I want her back. Now. And then, maybe, just maybe, you will survive.”

“Or she will just tell us all she knows to save her life,” Natasha offers another option.

“She will never,” Loki is calm, even smiling now, then frowns. “She would not betray me, and she doesn’t know anything. Would I really tell her so much about my plans? Am I that cruel? Cruel enough to make her live through all this pain and knowing that her consciousness suffers because of me? What kind of a man do you think I am?” his face twists, and you are grateful as never for never being told anything, no matter how much you begged. You are with an evil mastermind, after all. Natasha stops and looks him in the eye, then slowly nods, accepting that Loki actually cares for someone. “So keep your bloody hands off her. And do not try your mind games.”


“That happened two hours ago,” a random agent pauses the recording a minute later, obviously too worried to do the job properly, as he was probably told to leave the last part out. “Now, we are convinced that he actually told you something but is exceptionally good at acting… What did he tell you?”

“Why did you show me the recording?”

“To show you that he would do anything to protect that secret he told you… He does not love you. He can’t,” an agent frowns. “You must understand it, the monster like him is not capable of loving.”

“Do you even know him?” you suddenly smile. “Agent… You know nothing of the man you just took me from. You know nothing of me. But you must believe me when I say that he will come to get me.”

“He can’t find you, child, not here,” a moment later, the door into your cage is opened.

“He has found her,” you hear a calm voice - threateningly calm, and you can’t help a smile. “Now, please, step away from her,” the agent obediently makes a few steps back, and Loki smiles - you can hear it in his voice. “Well done. We wouldn’t want your blood all over her, would we? Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah… Yes, I am fine,” one of Loki’s followers quickly takes your handcuffs off, and you stand up, then turn to Loki and smile weakly. “You found me.”

“Of course I would,” he quickly pulls you close, and you can smell the metal of his armor pressed against your cheek and feel his growing hair tickle your forehead. Loki holds your shoulder with all the strength possible, then presses his lips against your forehead. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, no, I am fine,” he doesn’t let go of you, just holds you tighter, as you walk out of the prison and hurry to the helicopter, neatly surrounded with dead bodies. Before you ask him what has caused such fury, Loki whispers quietly.

“They didn’t want to tell me where you are. So now,” he makes you sit down in the helicopter and takes your face in his hands. “I am taking you to a safe place. A very safe place where no one will find you.”

“Another prison?” you joke, and Loki rolls his eyes.

“The place between the worlds. No one can see there,” he sighs and strokes your head. “I cannot risk loosing you again to those idiots, can I?”