Easy Aim (Is Only Exciting Once or Twice) Pt. 8 (Loki x Reader)
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS IS THE LAST PART? CUZ I CAN’T. I’VE NEVER FINISHED A CHAPTERED STORY BEFORE. Anyways, I’ve enjoyed the ride with you all, I’ve loved every second of writing this, albeit, weird story (I mean like no one ever mentions the small things in body AUs 😂). You all inspired me with your likes and comments and I can’t thank you enough. It has been fun! So, enjoy!
All good things must come to an end, you suppose.
You’re sharing the couch with Loki in the common area since no one else is there and this lets you both get some sun, even if it’s through a window.
Loki is reading his text that’s supposed to be of help reverting you both back to your bodies and you’re playing on your phone. Loki is also talking aloud, his thoughts on the stuff he reads, throwing ideas out to no one in particular. You lay on your back, your legs stretched out so your feet touch at Loki’s thigh. He sits curled at the edge of the couch.
“I could listen to you all day.” You say, smiling at Loki. Loki glances at you with a fond smile.
“I cannot find the words to tell you how I feel about you.” Loki says in a soft tone as he looks you over with his eyes.
You both fall into a comfortable silence as you continue doing what you had been doing.
“You know...” You start a few minutes later, looking at Loki who looks at you, curious. “We haven’t kissed yet.” You say in thought.
Loki smirks at you. “Well, every time we try we get interrupted, that is hardly my fault.” He points out.
“Not blaming you, just giving you incentive.” You say as you look back at your phone.
Your attention is disrupted as you watch Loki again. He sets his book aside and starts crawling over to you on the couch. You smile and lay your phone down. Loki straddles your hips and places his hands at both sides of your head, hovering over you with a sly smile.
“I hardly need incentive.” Loki whispers.
You let your hands land on his thighs. “Oh? That’s why its taken weeks to get you this far?” You tease the man with a wicked smile.
Loki’s lips part into a small smile as he laughs softly. “Even I have heard of the tale, slow and steady wins the race, darling.”
“Mmm yes but you’ve been standing at the edge of the finish line, it’s quite time you took that last step and closed the deal.” You say, your eyes flickering over his face then land on his lips.
When Loki doesn’t move, just watches you, you take matters into your own hands.
“Perhaps a small push?” You ask as you let one of your hands trail up his body to cusp his neck and pull his face towards yours. Loki lets you pull him without resistance.
As he hovers over your lips, both of you breathing each other in, you let your hand go back to his thigh. The ball is in his court, you’re letting him decide on if he truly wants this or not.
Dear lord, you’re going crazy with Loki this close and not doing anything. It’s filling you with anticipation but more so doubt when he doesn’t move in to kiss you. Maybe you’ve read everything wrong and he doesn’t want this?
“Stop doubting.” Loki whispers over your lips, his eyes locked on yours now. “I want this, immensely, but all that follows me is death, destruction, and ruin. I cannot bear to watch you break from my actions.” Loki admits to you, closing his eyes as if he’s in pain.
You bring a hand up and caress his jaw, let your thumb rub over his cheekbone causing him to open his eyes again, staring at you with an agonizing look that breaks your heart. “I would not have gotten involved with you if I thought i couldn’t handle what you bring to the table.”
You feel a delicate smile on your lips. “We both have baggage and that’s ok, it’s normal, especially for people like us...but I want to work through it...together.”
Loki lets out a sound halfway a huff of laughter and half a sound of disbelief then he does it.
Loki is kissing you.
There’s a familiar flash of white causing you both to pull away a bit and suddenly you’re hovering over Loki, the real Loki, in your own body.
You both blink and smile at each other.
Loki, now in your position, lets the hand that had been caressing your (his?) face grasp at the back of your neck and pull you back to his lips. His other hand that had been on your thigh trails to your back and pulls you into him, causing you to arch into his body.
The kiss is everything you could have dreamed of. You’re not sure if it’s filled with love, not having thought on that situation, but there’s definitely passion on both ends as if you’re both desperate for it. You both pour your pent up emotions into it, making it a little sloppy and heated. Loki pulls his lips from yours for a second to mutter, “Utterly gorgeous, exquisite.” Then his lips are on yours again, sucking at your bottom lip, tracing it with his tongue as he does.
You gasp when you go to pull from the kiss and Loki bites down on your bottom lip, moving up with you so you can’t pull away. You let out a breathy chuckle and kiss him again which earns you a barely heard groan. Both of you sit up, without breaking the kiss, your arms coming to rest around his neck, your hands on the nape tugging at the baby hairs there.
Finally, Loki lets you pull from the kiss, his eyes fluttering open and looking at you with enough devotion to make you breathless all over again. His hands have rested around your hips now.
“I am unsure you understand what you are getting yourself into but that kiss sealed your fate. You are to be mine. No one can stand between us because if they do I shall kill them without hesitation.” Loki says in a rough voice.
You smile and let one of your hands come to Loki’s face and push a rogue strand of hair behind his ear. “No killing,” You say softly, smiling when Loki pouts, “but we can make them wish they were dead.” You compromise. Loki’s eyes flash with mirth.
“Of course, darling.”
“God, you sound so sexy.” You say with an airy laugh. Loki chuckles with you.
“I suppose we should tell the team?” Loki suggests.
You sigh and nod. Your hands slide off Loki’s shoulders and come to cup your breast, causing Loki’s eyebrows to rise to his hairline.
“I missed my babies.” You whisper as you look at your breasts.
Loki lets out a small shocked laugh, you look up at him with a stupid smile.
When you’re both around the team enjoying lunch together you share your announcement.
“Wait, all you had to do was kiss and that would have reverted you both back?” Tony yells as he angrily stabs at his food with a fork.
You nod with a smile, glancing at Thor you see him eating with a bright smile on his face. He refuses to look at you two but everyone can definitely feel the happiness radiating from him. Loki sits next to you holding your hand under the table, certainly not oblivious to Thor’s emotions.
“Honestly, I thought you were both fucking like a week ago.” Tony mutters. Steve slaps Tony’s arm and Tony looks at him like ‘What did I do?’
You roll your eyes, looking at Loki with a smile but then see Natasha looking at Loki with consideration causing you to frown. She wouldn’t...
Natasha stands from her chair and makes her way over to Loki, Clint grabbing at Nat too late to stop her. Loki looks up at her with confusion. She lifts his arms that are extended towards his plate and settles into his lap, her back to his chest.
You can feel how tense Loki is through his tight hold on your hand, his face blank as he looks down at Natasha then you, as if asking you if it’s ok. You shrug at him with a small smile. “Some habits will be hard to break?” You say more to Natasha than Loki.
Natasha nods once. Loki swallows but relaxes and continues to eat, if not a little hindered because Nat fights his fork with her’s. The fact that Loki lets her do this is enough to calm you, he might not be fully comfortable but he’s willing to let it slide. You squeeze his hand and receive a squeeze back.
“This is weird.” Bruce exclaims from across the table just like he did when you first cuddled with Nat at the table in Loki’s body. The entire team lets out various laughs.
After lunch you find yourself cuddled up to Loki, watching a movie, in your bedroom. He still follows the daily cuddles and movies and this makes your chest fill with something warm and fuzzy.
You snuggle into his side hug more, his cheek coming to rest on your head.
“Will we ever know who or what did this to us?” You ask about the whole body switching thing.
You feel Loki think on his answer.
“I do not think I want to know the answer, I am thankful for what they have given me but you should not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Loki says, his hand rubbing at your back.
You hum, hugging Loki tighter at his admission. Your own confession that you appreciated what you’ve been given in actions.
“I like to believe it was fate.” You admit to your romantic fantasy.
“Perhaps it was. What is more romantic than believing the universe brought our fates together so we may fall in love.” Loki says, his hand, not wrapped around you, coming to hold your hand.
You stay quiet at Loki’s confession then speak up.
“Are you saying you love me, indirectly?” You ask, pulling away from Loki’s hold to look at him. You make sure not to let go of his hand though.
Loki regards you with a scrutinizing look. “If I was?”
You let yourself ponder on this. Love. Were you in love?
You look Loki in the eyes. “Say it.” You demand.
Loki’s lips twitch as if wanting to smile.
“I love you.”
You let out a deep breath you had held in your lungs. Your chest is blooming with warmth, your stomach is fluttering with butterflies, your hands shake with nerves, and the words fall off your lips without hesitation. “I love you too.”
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This week has been h e l l. I wish to curl up in a ball and not wake again for a month or two. I'll just hibernate over spring. Yeah that's a good plan.
Anyway some comfort/bittersweet stuff if anyone needs it as much as I do.
Naruto always gets super excited when he is holding hands with someone. Absolutely the type to show off that he, of all people, is indulging in PDA. He is touch starved, he really is. His palms are sweaty, and sometimes he has to let go of his SO's hand just to wipe it off on his pants before he can hold it again. But it overwhelms him so much that there is someone willing to be seen with him, someone willing to love him, to smile at him knowing who he is. He is Naruto. Thats all he needs to be for them.
People always talk about muses that spurr artists to make their greatest masterpieces, being the source of their biggest inspiration. Sai's SO is the complete opposite of that. They're more so his frustration piece if anything. Whenever he has an art block or is just unhappy with himself, he draws them. The art itself often sucks, mostly being nothing more than crude sketches compared to his usual abilities, but it helps him refocus and redirect his attention back to what he was doing before. Besides, its not like a drawing could reflect the emotions he starts to feel because of his SO anyway. That is something best to be experienced only by him.
Yamato knows he is often perceived as scary by others. It is in his nature. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't stand in front of the mirror every day, trying to mimic a more friendly expression, one that he can put on in hopes that people feel more at ease then. Its only when his then crush softly took his face in their hands and told him to relax his face muscles that he realized just how tense he had been. Scared of the perception of others. Scared of the perception of himself. Naturally, he can't help himself but to just fall a little deeper for them.
Minato can't help but let his thoughts drift away from the stacks of work piling up in his office. He imagines where he would rather be than here. At home. Wearing a silly apron with "Kiss the chef" written on it, cooking a simple dinner he knows will be enjoyed. Test tasting the soup as Tofu and Mochi alert with their barks that their owner and his spouse returns from a day at work. They'd come up to him, dropping their bag to the floor before kissing him, their breath fanning over his cheek as their fingers toy with the little pony tail he wears while cooking, telling him just how great he is for them. They tell him about their day, ask him about his while sitting on the couch, cuddling with the pups. Perhaps later him and them could catch some alone time together...
Shikaku remarks that perhaps he should go ahead and rest instead of drooling all over the mission papers like a fumbling fool.
Shikamaru is not a man who believes in love at first sight. Or second. Or third. Its far too flimsy of a concept to him to truly consider it. But he cannot deny the attraction he feels towards them when they make a smart argument against him, rendering him speechless. A drag, truly. Now he stumbles over his words or they don't even come out of his mouth in the first place, he can feel his face heating up so easily and his heart beginning to race. Gods above, he liked it when they absolutely destroyed him like that, ready to fight with him at any given moment. And of course, to make it even worse, of course Shikaku and Asuma noticed. Their shit eating grins telling enough for the young Nara to realize that he was indeed whipped for them and that he was so obvious about it they probably knew too.
Itachi decides on Dango as a name. A bit cliche perhaps, but regardless a fitting name for a dog. They trained the puppy for him, he thinks as he gently strokes her head, his blurry vision barely able to make out the blob of brown and white fur laying on his lap. He can rely on her in the future. Just like he can rely on them. He has to, no matter how hard that actually might be. Love is nothing to be ashamed of and asking for help is not a sign of weakness, something he had to learn the hard way, but certainly something he had learnt from them. They and Dango shall be his eyes in the future, he determines, as he enjoys the last bits of colour he can see for the last few times before the world around him goes actually dark. Now he cannot see them smile, but the warmth radiates all the same.
Tsunade's SO is a bit of a klutz. Always getting themselves into trouble on accident, often leaving them with cuts and bruises Tsunade always ends up kissing away. Even when the gashes are longer and deeper, even when she can see the red droplets of her failures drickle down their skin, a proof she wasn't strong enough to even protect them from minor harm. Tsunade hates blood, especially if it is theirs. She knows she cannot stop all harm, but she would be dammed if she didn't try.
Hinata loves the soft brushes of calloused finger tips against her spine, her shoulder blades, her neck. Lips brushing against her eyelids, the ridge of her nose and the tip of it, gliding over chin to her cheeks before coming to a rest on her lips. It's still dark out, not even the birds have started their morning hymn yet as they whisper a good morning against her lips followed by a muffled good morning as they bury their nose back into her hair. A good morning indeed; as it is one that has yet to approach and one that she can spend together with them again.
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