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can you write something about Loki teaching reader's how to kiss, since it's the readers's first time and she really has no experience.

Yes. Yes I can.

Things kind of went of the rails with this one, but it's super cute and I'm very happy with it. It took forever so y'all better enjoy it

Summery: Over the course of many days, Loki peppers you with affection after affection. You're unused to this kind of attention from anyone, but you welcome it regardless.

Word Count: 2,636

Warnings: Swearing

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Quiet Kisses

It started with a kiss on the hand.

You'd taken it upon yourself to introduce Loki to the world of pop culture. In doing so, you'd practically dragged him to your rooms to watch the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Despite his valiant effort to remain aloof, he'd clearly enjoyed himself- enough so that he put up no resistance when you put on the second one.

"Shit, it's nearly one in the morning." You observed, tilting your phone's screen towards Loki so he could see the time as the movie's credits began to roll.

"I hadn't realized it'd gotten so late," He replied, standing and stretching. "I should get out of your hair."

"Yeah, I guess I should let you go." You agreed, a tinge of reluctance coloring your words. "I need my beauty sleep, anyway."

"As do I," Loki's eyes sparkled. "Thank you for tonight, I greatly enjoyed it."

"Thank you for giving me an excuse to watch those movies for the seventeenth time."

Loki chuckled and met your eyes. The quiet smile he gave you made your heart flutter. "I trust there will be more nights like this to look forward to?"

"Oh, oh! Yeah of course." You laughed a little, somewhat incredulous. You knew Loki liked you well enough, but you'd figured that his tolerance wouldn't extend to consistent movie nights. "I'll make you a list of must-sees."

"Excellent." He dipped his head, reaching for your hand. You gave it to him, partly on reflex. He brought it to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He found your gaze; the way he looked at you over your hand made the gesture feel more than cordial.

Your throat had completely dried up, and you wouldn't have been surprised if your heart beat out of your chest. All you could do was smile weakly and hope blood was still flowing to your brain.

Loki released your hand and moved to leave. He had his hand on the door knob when he turned back to face you. "Next week, same time? Or perhaps it'd be better to start a bit earlier?" His eyes darted to the wall clock, watching as the seconds ticked away to one in the morning.

"Yeah," You croaked, then cleared your throat. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

Loki smiled, either completely unaware of the effect he was having on you, or choosing not to comment. "Then I bid you goodnight. I shall see you soon."

"'Night, Loki." You have me a little wave.

He gave you a shallow bow, and he was gone.

You fell back so you were sitting again on the couch, sleep the furthest thing from your mind.

You replayed the last minute over and over again, your thumb unconsciously passing back and forth over the place on your hand where Loki's lips had been mere moments ago.

. . .

Next, it was a kiss on the forehead.

It was one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong. You'd spilled coffee on your favorite shirt, tripped and fallen on your face during your morning run, been late to a team meeting, and finally, you'd knocked a glass off the kitchen counter when Thor bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, quickly backing away from the shattered glass and puddle of orange juice. "Let me help-"

"No, it's fine." You gritted out, "I'll do it."

"Allow me." As if summoned, Loki slid into the room. He inclined his head to the mess at your feet, and as though he'd hit rewind on reality, the shards of glass and puddle of juice flew back to the counter. The cup reassembled itself, and the liquid settled back inside it. Loki took a dramatic sweeping bow, looking up at you with a little smirk, as if to say "Ta-da!"

"Excellent! Thank you, Loki." Thor pat his brother on the back as Loki righted himself. "All is well. Sorry about that, again." He said to you.

"No prob." You replied curtly, abandoning your drink and storming off.

Somehow, Loki’s little magic trick and his stupid arrogant smile made you even more frustrated. A day filled with insignificant inconveniences all piled on top of each other clawed at your back, making this latest one grate at you much more than it should’ve.

Finally, back in the peaceful solitude of you rooms, you were allowed a few fleeting hours of respite. Suddenly, someone was knocking at your door.

Loki stood before you in the doorway, his stupidly handsome features twisted into a look of concern. “You looked as though you needed space after the incident with the glass, but I wanted to check on you.”

“Of course I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be after one of the more irritating days ever?” You rubbed your eyes with a groan.

“Do you need anything?” He asked quietly.

Loki’s expression shifted from worried to surprised as you sniffled pathetically, running your hand once more across your eyes to clear away your pooling tears. “I dunno,” You whimpered. “It’s just been a long day and I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m sor-”

Without letting you get another word out, Loki collected you in his arms, pressing your face into his shoulder. He rubbed a hand soothingly up and down your back as he rocked on his feet, swaying gently with you.

“I understand what it’s like,” he murmured into your ear. “when small irritations seem like so much more after everything else has already gone wrong. You needn’t apologize, you can cry as much as you like. I’ve got you.”

You cried harder as Loki stepped you further into the room, barely registering the sound of the door closing magically. Neither of you knew how long you stood there for, but he never wavered as you sobbed into him.

When you finally looked up at him, you smiled weakly. “I think I’m all cried out. Thanks, Loki.”

He returned your smile with one of his own, smoothing his fingertips across your face to wipe away stray tears. “It’s my pleasure, love. I’m glad you’re feeling better. Is there anything you want to do? Anything I can do for you?”

You let him take your hands in his, trying to ignore how his thumbs gently brushing brushing over your knuckles were sending jolts of electricity through your body. “Can you... can you stay? We could have another movie night?”

Loki gently placed his lips on your forehead, pressing a kiss into the skin. “Your wish is my command. I would love nothing more.”

If he hadn’t been pressed against you and supporting you, you might’ve passed out on the spot.

. . .

You realized you had to so something when he kissed you on the cheek.

You, Clint, and Natasha had been called in for a mission overseas. You had no clue how long you’d be gone, but Nick Fury had estimated roughly a week when he’d briefed you.

“I don’t suppose you’d let me check in on you from time to time?” Loki stood with his hands in your pockets, an almost bashful look on his face as he bid you goodbye before you boarded the Quinjet. “I do have that cellular device for a reason. Perhaps you could send me a message or call me once in a while.”

“Worried about me, are we?” You teased, choosing to ignore your rapidly increasing heart rate.

“Honestly?” He rocked on his heels, inhaling heavily. “I fully trust that you, Barton, and Romanoff will have nothing but full control of the situation. I will just...” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “Well, I’ll miss you.”

Warmth spread from your chest to the tips of your toes. A wide grin forced its way onto your face as you pulled him in for a hug. “I’ll miss you, too.”

You stood there holding each other for longer than was perhaps socially acceptable. You tucked your face into the door of his neck, breathing him in. He smelled of parchment, pine needles, and a scent that so distinctly Loki you couldn’t describe it as anything else.

You finally pulled back, arms still thrown around his neck. “I’ll text you when we land, okay?”

“Please do.” Loki glanced over your shoulder, seeing Natasha on the Quinjet’s ramp, arms folded impatiently across her chest. “It’s probably time for you to go.”

You glanced over at Natasha and gave her a little wave. “Right. I’ll see you in a few days, then.”

Loki nodded, his mouth pressed into a tight line. He tugged nervously on his shirt sleeve, and nibbled on his lip. As if coming to a decision, he sighed, and suddenly leaned in to kiss your cheek. His lips lingered against your skin for several seconds, and yet, when he pulled away you found yourself thinking, ‘No, not yet.’

“I eagerly await your return.” He whispered, breath fanning across your face.

“Me too,” You breathed, your hand raising to the place he’d kissed you. You held his intense gaze, a million thoughts swarming through your head but none of them making it past your lips.

Natasha called your name, gesturing for you to hurry up. Ultimately deciding that you had nothing to loose at this point, you quickly kissed Loki on the cheek in return.

“Bye!” You hurried, waving as you jogged onto the Quinjet. Nat smirked at you as you climbed the ramp. “I don’t wanna hear it.” You hissed at her.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” She insisted, though the gleam in her eye spoke volumes.

As the jet prepared to take off, you peered through the window. You saw Loki still standing just off the landing pad. The look on his face could only be described as smitten.

. . .

You were going insane.

Ever since you’d returned from your mission, Loki had been fluttering around you. He was constantly there, sharing meals with you, working out with you, and just simply hanging around you. You were far from annoyed by his persistent presence, though. You were going insane because he kept looking at you with the same blissful, soft expression he’d worn when you’d left- after you’d returned his kiss on the cheek. Every time he looked at you it felt like your brain was melting.

Even now, he hadn't hesitated to offer you his arm when walking you back to your rooms. You grappled for conversation topics just so you could focus on something other than the feeling of his defined bicep under your fingers, and the way his eyes kept finding your own.

"Do you still go for runs in the morning?" Loki asked innocently, stepping out of the elevator with you.

"Yeah, I usually leave around eight-ish. Why?"

"Perhaps I could join you tomorrow? You could show me a bit more of this city. I've yet to discover what it is that makes Midgardians worship it like they do."

You laughed at that, dropping his arm to slip off your shoes. "Honestly it's mostly the people that don't live in New York that romanticize it, but I'd love for you to join me. I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with you, though. You've got the same never-ending stamina as Steve and Bucky."

"It'd be your run, I will be a mere guest. I'm more than happy to take things at whatever pace you like."

"Then you're more than welcome to join me." You smiled at him, knocking a fist playfully against his arm. "But if I don't see you by eight, I'm leaving without you. I like to leave early so the good trails don't get too crowded."

"Understood." He nodded, and that seemed to be the end of the conversation. And yet, neither of you moved.

You opened your mouth to say more, but no words came out. Your throat completely dried up- you just kept gazing into his deep, lovely eyes.

Loki seemed to snap out of it first, inhaling sharply, and rocking on his heels. "I have another request, actually."

"What is it?" You asked quietly, noting that his behavior was oddly similar to when you were at the landing pad, about to board the Quinjet.

"I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've waited because I wanted to make sure we'd both feel the same way about it." He tugged at his sleeve, which you were starting to think may've been another nervous tic of his, along with the rocking.

"And now you're sure?"

"Now I'm certain." He agreed.

He leaned forward, slowly and steadily, as if worried he'd startle you. You didn't back down, but you felt your heartbeat quicken with every inch forward he claimed. He stopped a mere breath away from you, and you put a hand on his shoulder- you weren't sure whether on reflex or intentionally.

"May I kiss you?" He asked, his eyes flickering between your gaze and your lips.

Your fingers tightened around his shoulder, and you took a tiny step back. Barely enough to be considered retreating, but enough so that you felt like you could breathe again. You felt yourself smile, but continued to firmly hold Loki's gaze. "I haven't actually ever kissed anyone before."

His brows raised, and you could see the despair creeping into his eyes.

"It's not that I don't want to!" You quickly amended. "I do, I definitely want to kiss you, I just don't really know what to do."

Light returned to Loki as he shared your shy smile. "That's alright," he murmured, gently caressing your cheek. "I'm more than happy to take things at whatever pace you like."

You chuckled softly at his repeated words, reclaiming the step you took and leaning into his touch.

He place a gentle kiss on your cheek, then at the corner of your lips. He placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. "May I?"

You nodded, wetting your lips. "You're going to have to help me out, here."

He smiled at that. "Okay." Loki gently tilted your head to the side, leaning forward so his nose nearly slotted against yours. "Part your lips a little," He whispered.

You did so, staring unblinkingly at him. He was so close.

"Close your eyes?" It was a question, a suggestion. He was giving you the choice, and you felt your heart melt a little at that. He was letting you back out if you had to.

You closed your eyes, letting out a little breath of air. Your hand, still on his shoulder, relaxed and lay there gently.

When he kissed you, you just stood there at first. It took a moment for you to follow the movements of his lips, but you quickly caught on. Timidly, you kissed back, your hand traveling up into his beautiful hair as you grew more confident. He held you tightly to him, one arm encircling your body. He still cradled your face in the other hand, as though you were glass.

You pulled back, lashes fluttering as you gazed up at him. "That was- that was good, right?" You asked breathlessly.

Loki laughed, hugging you back to him, and kissing your forehead. "Yes, darling. That was good."

When you finally stepped away and got a good look at him, he was just as out of breath and starry-eyed as you seemed to be. "I guess I'll see you in the morning then." You breathed, laughing a little.

"Yes you will," He reached for your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it. "Goodnight, then."

As his grip loosened, yours tightened. You pulled him forward, startling him as he stumbled towards you.

"Goodnight, Loki." You smiled, triumphant as you kissed him yet again.

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