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heliads · 11 months

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Can I request a Loki x fem reader where the reader is a super kind empath Avenger and comforts Loki, who also has been recruited as an Avenger (very reluctantly) but is still a bit ostracized from everyone else on the team. The reader is able to see how poorly Loki was treated in the past and promises to be there for him. They both end up falling in love but are too afraid to tell each other (the reader is able to feel this weird warm and fuzzy emotion Loki directs at her and she can’t pin point what emotion it is). They end up confessing when Loki sees an avenger member take advantage of the readers sweetness so he steps into comfort her. He confesses and they kiss 😚

Also have an amazing day and take your time with requests!!!

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If you squint ever so slightly, peer out from the reach of your favorite chair just enough to see into the surrounding hallway, you can almost make out the silhouette of Tony Stark pacing back and forth outside his office door.

As resident empath of the Avengers team, you’re in charge of reconnaissance, general battle backup, and checking in on everyone to make sure they’re still intact. You’ve also gone ahead and assumed that to mean that you can use your abilities to read the hearts of your teammates. Hey, it’s what they hired you to do, right? It’s not like you’re scanning their minds, now that would be invasive. All you’re doing is sensing how they’re feeling. Anyone could do that with a bit of good knowledge on body language.

You shift slightly, and there– you can just make out a cloud of colors circling Tony’s figure. That’s how emotions have always appeared to you ever since you were a kid. When people are having a perfectly normal day and not too much has happened, you’ll only be able to pick up on a tendril or two of colored smoke around their frame, a few hints at happy or sad but nothing too special.

Conversely, when something crazy is going on, it’s like they’re walking out of a bank of mist, Mr. Darcy at the end of Pride and Prejudice (2005)-style. For instance, at this very moment you can’t even tell what shade of shirt Tony is wearing through the dense emotion rattling around him.

This is obviously a sign that something is going on. Usually, Tony’s pretty laid back, or at least he pretends to be. Cool blue is his trademark. Sometimes, closer to missions or just after them, you’ll see bright lime or sickly yellow lancing through them, panic and stress from too much pressure on his shoulders. You can sense his anxiety attacks before they start. Tony has no idea how many times you’ve used your gifts to divert those things, and if you have it your way, he’ll never figure it out.

Tony’s not panicking right now, though, or not in the way that you’re used to. Instead of purple or blue, all you can see around him is red, blazing red. Tony’s not usually a red kind of guy. Red means anger, outrage, and by the looks of him now, something has happened to cook up a regular bonfire of irritation.

As you watch, though, more colors join the fray. You can spot uneasy yellows and greens, an undercurrent of fear. What could possibly be going on to make Tony so unhappy? The situation is complicated, to be sure, but that’s nothing new around the Avengers. Take it from a S.H.I.E.L.D.- registered empath: no one ever feels just one thing at one time. There’s always a dozen different emotions swirling in between your heart and head. And right now, Tony’s got quite a few to chew on.

Unable to contain your curiosity, you get up from your seat and pad over to him. Tony almost flinches when he turns and sees you, but he rubs a tired hand over one eye and greets you like normal.

You arch a brow at this attempt at pretending everything is fine. After all this time, Tony should know that you’re not one to get fooled by a pretty lie like that. “What’s going on? You’re totally freaking out.”

“So glad to see you, Y/N,” Tony complains, “I look great? Thanks for telling me. You’re always so quick with the compliments.”

You give him a look. “I know how you’re feeling. What’s up with you?”

“It’s not me you should be questioning,” he sighs, “it’s the newcomer to our team.”

You frown. “I didn’t think we were getting someone new.”

“We weren’t supposed to, but Fury added another guy last minute. Apparently it was either that or have him rot down in a cell for all eternity, and we don’t want to risk pissing off his brother,” Tony clarifies.

“Who’s his brother?” You ask, curious.

“Thor,” Tony says, and then you understand at last.

“Loki is joining the team?” You can’t believe it. Loki attacked New York all of six months ago. Sure, Fury has always been one to maximize opportunity, but you can’t believe he’d let Loki into the ranks of the Avengers so quickly.

“That’s what I said,” Tony harrumphed, “but apparently it’s already done. He’ll be coming up later today to meet us all. You know, without trying to kill us this time.”

You chuckle under your breath. “I can’t wait to see how that goes. How long do you think we have until Steve breaks out a patriotic speech on our or his behalf?”

Tony snorts. “It’ll happen any minute now. Look, here Steve comes up the stairs now. It’s like he marches everywhere he goes. Unreal.”

True to Tony’s suspicions, Steve, upon learning of Loki’s arrival, does indeed treat all of you to a talk about looking past first impressions. If the red flickering around his eyes and fists says anything, though, it’s that he’s just as pleased about the whole affair as Tony.

You, for one, aren’t sure what to make of the whole thing. Something must have happened to make Fury trust Loki, and until you learn otherwise, that’s as good an endorsement as you’ll get around here. Before long, Thor is marching into the Avengers complex with a stranger in tow, and all of a sudden, you have eyes on your new teammate.

It’s strange, your first impression of Loki. Second, technically, but you’re not counting the Battle of New York. That was different, you were trying to kill each other. Now you’re supposed to count on him to save your life.

Tony shoots a quick glance your way, cocking one brow as if to ask, getting anything? The honest answer is no, not yet. Asgardians are always hard to read, you figured that out when you first met Thor. Everything about them is different, even down to how they feel certain emotions. Loki is no exception. At first, you think he feels nothing at all. Then, you realize he’s just very good at hiding it. His back is perfectly straight, spine stiff and unfeeling.

That is, until you look a little deeper and you start to see the threads of colors playing around his clothes, his hands, his blank stare. They’re green in color, green and gold like the stitching on his apparel. They’re not happy emotions, these, they’re–

They’re fear. Loki is afraid. Not that anyone here will kill him, not that sort of fear. He is certain that all of you will reject him, that this great god will have to watch humans laugh at him and just deal with it anyway.

You can understand feeling like that. When you were first recruited to the Avengers, you almost thought it was a joke. Surely an empath wouldn’t be useful in the heat of the battle. They had to convince you of that later, once you could start changing people’s emotions instead of just reading them. Still, you know what it’s like to doubt yourself, even when you’re sure that you are worth more than anyone can imagine.

So, you step forward first, and greet him with a smile. “I’m Y/N,” you say, “it’s good to see you.”

Loki arches a brow, and you don’t have to read minds to know that he’s thinking is it? as strongly as he can. This confusion only grows when you hold out a hand to him. For a moment, you think he’s going to reject you, but your smile stays insistent. He doesn’t have to like you at all, but goddamnit, you’re going to like him. He can deal with that on his own terms.

He must be able to pick up on this sort of stubbornness, and for some reason this is what wins him over at last. Loki extends his hand to shake yours, and just like that, the ice is broken. It’s as if a collectively held breath is released across the room.

That isn’t to say that the rest of the Avengers take to him so readily, nor that Loki is as willing to accept them as you. He tends to stick to himself, avoiding crowds unless he can’t avoid it. He begrudgingly tells you it’s because being around that many people either reminds him of Asgard or the battle or both.

He tells you a lot, actually. It doesn’t all happen at first. He may have shaken your hand, but he seems dead set on despising you. However, you’d made up your mind to win him over at that point, and you weren’t going to rest until you met your goal. It took a lot of slow, deliberate effort, but before long the conversations weren’t so one-sided and you swore he actually smiled when you entered the room.

Also, he stopped hiding his emotions as much. The first time you saw a hesitant wave of goldenrod brush across his shoulders, you thought you were hallucinating. It was there the next time you saw him, though, and the next, and the next, deepening to sunset orange and staying there. Happiness. He liked being near you.

Once trust was built, real friendship could follow suit. Turns out Loki was just as reluctant to join the Avengers as your lot was to welcome him in, but when Director Fury makes a decision, pretty much everyone has to follow suit. Thor had warned him against causing more trouble, so Loki was here to stay. He used to think that was a bad thing, but judging by the way his tone has softened as of late, he might not be so sure of that anymore.

Loki starts to tell you more, once he stops thinking of you as an outsider. He tells you about Thanos, about how he had twisted Loki’s mind so that he could only attack the city. You had suspected something was wrong with Loki during the Battle of New York– his eyes glowed a strange color, the emotions flickering around his chest were almost alien, so unusual even for a god– but hearing it is the confirmation you needed to be sure. Loki had not attacked you in his own mind. He had not tried to kill you, that was someone else forcing his hand.

That last part was especially crucial. The night he finally told you about Thanos’ control, Loki had not been able to leave until he was certain that you understood that it had not been him leading the attack on the Avengers and your home. At last, you convince him that it is alright, and only then can he rest easy.

The rest of the Avengers aren’t able to share in this peace, however. They don’t want to give Loki a chance, which, seeing as they’re not able to actually see his emotions, you can sort of understand, but at this point it’s growing tiresome. It’s been months now since Loki joined the team, and he has not lied to or betrayed or attempted to murder anyone. You want to yell at them to grow up, but you don’t feel like picking someone else’s fights.

Instead, you’d rather spend your time pondering another puzzle. Loki’s moods have shifted again towards you, but this time you cannot understand them at all. Something’s changed about the way he looks at you, how he speaks, and you have no clue what any of it means.

When you have trouble, though, there’s only one surefire solution: you need to talk to Natasha Romanoff. Nat’s been your best friend since you joined the Avengers, actually. She gets you. You get her. It’s a good time all around.

So, Natasha doesn’t look too surprised when you all but throw yourself into one of the chairs in her favorite space in the complex one sunny morning. The only question on her mind isn’t to ask what’s up with you but what Loki’s done now.

You grimace. “I don’t know, that’s the worst part. He’s acting weirdly.”

“Isn’t that normal for Loki?” Nat questions. “I mean, he is a disgruntled younger brother/frost giant/Norse god. I feel like weird for him is kind of expected.”

“No,” you argue, “This is different. Something’s changed.”

Natasha furrows her brow. “And you haven’t been able to pick up on anything?”

“Well,” you hesitate, “maybe there’s something. I have no idea what it is, though. It’s happy, I think, but it’s sad at times, too, and flickery, like even he can’t explain it. I don’t know how to describe it in the slightest.”

She nods decisively. “It’s love.”

You blink in surprise. “What? No, I just said I had no idea what this is. There’s no way you would be able to guess it so quickly.”

Nat shrugs. “Actually, your vague description was exactly why I know what this is. Only love makes no sense like that. Love makes you happy, but it breaks your heart, right? It confuses the hell out of you because that’s what it’s supposed to do. There’s nothing else that could make anyone feel like a mess of emotion but love.”

You sigh. “That still leaves the fact that it’s Loki, though. You actually think he’s in love with me? I’m a human. I mean, inhuman, technically, but same difference to him. Why would a literal Asgardian god ever look at me like that?”

Natasha’s gaze is knowing, but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “I don’t know why he wouldn’t. You won him over faster than anyone was expecting. I think the biggest question isn’t what he’s feeling, but what you are.”

You brush her concern aside. “Well, of course I know how I feel. I’ve had this much time figuring out how other people’s emotions work, it’s like a user manual for what certain things feel like in your own head. I just can’t believe that he truly feels the same. Maybe he’s trying to trick me by pretending to feel a certain way, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Nat scoffs. “I thought you were the president of the ‘Stop Loki Hate’ fan club. What’s gotten you doubting him again?”

You shoot her a look. “I’m not doubting him, just myself. Also, there’s no such fan club. Fury banned us from attending Avengers-based clubs, remember?”

She nods mournfully. “All it took was one bad experience. Look, all of us showing up to the ‘Personally Victimized by Nick Fury’ meeting was funny. He was just being a bad sport.”

You smile fondly. “I remember. I’ve never seen that much red in my life. He was totally outraged.”

“Oh, I know. You didn’t need empathy powers to tell that much. At least we abstained from putting on the fake eye patches.” Nat muses.

You bite back a laugh. “Yeah, that might have been overkill. Anyway, back to the point. Are we sure about this?”

“We’re sure,” Natasha assures you, “I’m sure you’ll get in your own head about it later, though.”

“You can count on it,” you grin, and say your goodbyes.

Natasha is right as usual, as it turns out. Both about your feelings and the fact that you would second guess yourself. You were going to say something to Loki, but you talked yourself out of it later that night. It just feels wrong, that’s all. There’s no way a literal prince of the gods would fall in love when you’re just, well, you.

You do your best to push it out of your head, Nat’s knowing glances be damned. Life is too busy to contemplate men who won’t speak their minds. It feels like a new crisis hits New York every week. Speaking of which, you’ve actually got complaints about that. Namely, the fact that you haven’t been on a mission in quite some time despite your status as an Avenger.

You get frustrated once a couple of months have gone by without you seeing a fight. You pull Steve aside when you hear about something going wrong again. “I saw Fury’s memo about needing an extraction team for a situation over in Spain. Can I sign up?”

Steve shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but we’ve already got enough guys on that team.”

You frown at him. “You can never have too many guys on an extraction team. It’s, like, Avengers lore that stuff always goes wrong on those. I can at least tag along as backup just in case. I’ll grab my gear and be off in like five minutes.”

Steve doesn’t seem willing to back down, though. “Look, I’m glad you’re passionate about the team, but we’re good, honestly. If you’re getting bored, just join the next mission, I’m sure one will come up sooner than later.”

You sigh. “That’s what everyone said last mission, and the one before that, too. I haven’t been out of the complex on official business in three months. I’m an Avenger, Steve, let me act like one.”

Steve puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Y/N, I meant what I said about being glad you want to help, but this is serious. I’m a supersoldier, that’s why I’m out there all the time. Nat’s been trained for this sort of stuff since she was a kid. It makes sense to send us, right? You know we value your gifts, but we can’t risk hurting you.”

Your stomach twists. “You mean, I’m really best when I’m looking at people’s heads, not actually in a fight.”

Steve doesn’t seem to realize he’s upset you, and he nods emphatically. “Exactly! You’ve got a great skill set, just not for right now. I bet we’ll find something soon, though.”

You flash him a thumbs up, already walking back down the hallway so he can’t see the way your face twists. “Can’t wait.”

You let your composure drop the second you’re around the corner. Is this really how they feel? You were useful in the Battle of New York, you know that, and the other agents say you’ve been improving with your abilities by leaps and bounds. You’re handy with a gun or knife, too, so you know you could survive a fight and be of use. You’ve done it before, why are they so keen on stopping you now?

It makes you feel, well, useless. It’s hard to stop the tears from pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly change course to head for your private quarters. You don’t want anyone to see you like this.

Of all the fantastic timing, though, the one person you want to run into least of all right now steps into the hallway just as you think that. Loki nods at you as usual, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head dismissively, trying to physically will yourself to look normal. “Nothing! I’m great. Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, though, and reaches out a careful hand towards you. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like everything is good.”

You let out a watery laugh, and that does it. “No, actually, things are terrible. Everyone on the team sees me as a joke.”

Loki frowns, clearly taken aback. “Well, that’s not true at all. I don’t see you as a joke in the slightest.”

“Everyone else, then,” you amend with a messy wave of your hand, “I’ve been trying to convince them to let me on a mission for months and they won’t do it. I know my gifts are damn near useless, but I just want to help.”

“That’s not true,” Loki repeats, “They’re a lot of good, actually, and you know that. You’re the best interrogator they have, even compared to Romanoff. You see through everyone’s lies in a heartbeat, even mine, and I’ve had plenty more time to practice them than most. You can sense a trap or ambush in half a second. They’re fools for not wanting you out there with them.”

You smile weakly at him. “You don’t have to say all of that. Thanks, though.”

“Of course I do,” Loki says blankly, “it’s true, and I need to.”

“Why?” You ask curiously.

Loki swallows hard, looks away, and then you see it again– that faint mist of pink, right over his heart. It’s just like Nat said, isn’t it? Just like that.

He forces his gaze back to you, and you’re shocked by the certainty in his eyes after all this time of ducking around your feelings. “It’s true because I love you, and I would not be able to stand it if you let the rest of them talk you into thinking otherwise. They’re toy soldiers, the lot of them, all the same. They couldn’t see real worth if it was standing right in front of them.”

You smile, and for once it’s not cracked or teary or anything, it’s real, as real as the pink ribbons tying the two of you together. “I love you too,” you say.

“Of course you do,” he replies, but he’s smiling too, and you think– no, you know– that everything is going to be alright.

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skylarinfinity · 7 months

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[tony introduce m/n to the team]

loki: [gasp] m/n?!

tony: [looking at loki than m/n] do you guys know eachother?

loki: [nods] he my husband-

m/n: [scoffed] not anymore because you keep dying-

loki: [looking at m/n with mouth wide open] what do you mean not anymore because i'm keep dying?! we literally met because i decided to die on thor!

m/n: [rolling his eyes] yes but we you choose to settle down you shouldn't continue your dying career!

loki: [gasp in offended] dying is not my career-

tony: [sighed, turn to face team] let's just leave them alone...

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mgnifique-tion · 1 month

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— human reaction.

summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this?

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?”

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you.

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind.

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you.

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being.

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

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Dandelions

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Having heard stories about the Norse god of mischief, you find yourself falling in love with Loki despite having never met him. Out of devotion, you prepare offerings that you think he would like, and find ways to express the way you feel. Little do you know that your feelings are not unrequited.

(Yes, this is fluff inspired by the song "Dandelions" by Ruth B)

Maybe it was the way that you said his name. Or maybe it was the way that you offered your love for him to claim.

Loki watched from the Bifrost, looking down as you went about your day on Midgard. It was almost time for one of his favorite moments of the day. A moment for which he would set all of his affairs on Asgard aside, instead turning his attention to you and only you, his Midgardian devotee.

Standing in the field three blocks away from your apartment, you adjusted your heavy coat and picked up a small, whitish-yellow flower, bringing it up to your lips.

You closed your eyes and whispered, "Loki, the son of Odin and the companion of Thor."

And then you blew the dandelion, sending its seeds into the wind. When you opened your eyes, you placed the stem down and picked up another flower, invoking Loki again with a whisper.

"Loki, the son of Odin and the companion of Thor."

Reader POV:

According to something you had read on the internet, the dandelion was known as Loki's Bloom. Since then, you began making a small habit of picking up the dandelions and blowing them in his name. You would do anything to bring the Norse God of Mischief into your life, despite some scholars saying that he was actually someone who shouldn't be wanted.

The truth is that you nurtured a deep affection for Loki, ever since you had first read the stories about him and heard legends of his exploits from many an online scholar. You weren't sure what you loved the most about him: his cleverness, his intelligence, his playful nature, or his handsomeness (almost everyone in the stories- gods and goddesses and humans - described him as very good-looking). He was already one of the greatest heroes you'd ever believed in, even though you had never seen him in your life.

You began to create your own version of Loki, who soon became a source of comfort in your hectic, often anxiety-inducing life. He was a tall man with beautiful features: dark hair because it appealed to you the most, pale skin due to the climate, green eyes, and slender fingers that made every touch feel like magic. And he always knew the right thing to say at every moment, whether it was a witty remark that made you laugh or soothing words that eased your fears.

You found often yourself dreaming about your Loki at night. Sometimes he was dining with the other gods in Asgard, sometimes he was riding upon a horse, sometimes he was conjuring spells and illusions in the Nine Realms, sometimes he was enticing a new lover into his bed, and sometimes he was in solitude, enjoying a piece of literature.

"Loki, the son of Odin and the companion of Thor," you silently wished when you opened your eyes and held your pillow close. "Grant me a companion with your wit, your mischief, your bewitching nature. If not you, then let me have someone just like you in my life."

And as your love for Loki grew stronger with every new facet you learned about him, you began looking for ways to show your affection for the god. A voice inside you said that Loki - a god living in Asgard or Jotunheim - might never pay attention to you, just another human, but…it felt good to be doing things for someone who had brought you such sweet dreams. And because you simply adored him.

For months, you experimented with new recipes for cookies, breads, and cakes after reading an article about how the Norse God of Mischief enjoyed sweet offerings. Thanks to his blessings, most of them turned out delicious. After expressing your gratitude to Loki, you would whisper his name and present the dishes up as if offering it to him. Though he might never see or taste it, it still felt wonderful to perform acts of love in his name.

Other things you did for Loki included reading aloud stories to him, saving digital photos of artwork you thought Loki would like, and most recently, wishing on dandelions. Wishing on dandelions for someone you might never see outside of dreams.

Back to Loki's POV:

If only you knew the truth, my dear, Loki thought to himself. You were wrong to think that Loki did not know about the way that you felt about him. That he did not notice all the gestures that you performed to show him that you belonged to him.

Loki tilted his head, and watched you with a smile. He had never known anybody like you, so devoted to pleasing him. He relished the fragrances of the baked delicacies you prepared in his name, the way you wafted the scent towards the heavens so that he could enjoy them. He was amused when you created a form for him to assume, one that made you fall in love with him even more. He was delighted by how fervently you wished for a companion just like him.

And now here you were, standing in a field of dandelions, wishing for the same thing.

Knowing there was only one thing to do, Loki closed his eyes.

When he opened them, he stood at the same field of dandelions where he'd seen you earlier. Lost in your own thoughts, you were gazing at the setting sun after wishing on several dandelions. Loki invoked a magic spell that transformed himself into the handsome, green-eyed man with chin-length hair who captured your heart. He transformed his clothing into a long-sleeved green tunic, dark trousers, and a suit of black and gold armor. Then, Loki picked another dandelion and offered it to you.

"Will you not wish upon this one, my lady?"

You turned around, and Loki smirked. He stepped forward and gently placed his hand upon your cheek, your lip trembling at his touch.

"You wished for me, did you not? Here I am." Loki gently said, watching the shock upon your face morph into a smile. "If only you knew how powerful you are, sweet one. You have brought a god at your mercy with your acts of love."

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gay-dorito-dust · 5 months

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The last thing he wanted was a throne he knew all too well that he was unfit to sit upon nor wear a crown that would slip and fall from his head from even the slightest of movement.

He once wouldn’t have even cared whether he was adored or hated, feared or respected; just as long as he had everyone’s attention along with their undying fidelity that was all but enough to solidify his rule. He wouldn’t have cared if he had thousands of followers or just the dedicated one.

Now as the snake sheds the skin of his old life and starts anew with Mobius, O.B, Sylvie, B-15, Casey and yourself, striving towards a better path but for a Loki of any variation; fate was never kind nor forgiving towards their trespasses. Loki guessed the punishment suited the crime, but Loki actively chose this burden of his, this burden he now has to carry and see it through till the very end out of the newfound selflessness of his heart.

However with his glorious purpose obtained, whilst not the one his younger self would’ve wanted, Loki sat alone upon his throne; watching. Watching over his friends, watching over you and sitting with the agonising ache within his heart at the promises he would never get to keep nor speak into existence against your lips during the early mornings anymore.

Loki never once took into account of how privileged he was to hear the sound of your laughter, to see your beaming smile as crows feet formed at the corners of your eyes, to feel your warmth encase him within a safety blanket of your love and adoration for him. Once upon a time he would’ve hated the thought of being viewed as weak, but soon into a man who didn’t know his own worth without those whom loved him dearly by his side.

He knew what he needed to do long ago, he knew the god he needed to be for everyone who shone a light in his life and Loki knew he couldn’t live a life of regrets, but one of the biggest ones was that he’d never got the chance to speak upon his gratitude to you, Mobius and everyone else but the second biggest regret Loki had was never getting to say goodbye, to say all he wanted.

Now all he could do was watch over you and make sure you’d never go a day where you’d have to frown nor cry because you deserved to be happy, even if he wasn’t there to provide it physically, he’d find another way to do so.

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stuckybarton · 2 years

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Double Trouble

SUMMARY: In the eyes of the team, you were Loki's girlfriend and Stephen and Wong's apprentice. No one would think too much about the whole setup. Everyone had watched the snide remarks both Loki and Stephen would throw each other when they were in the same room, but would stop at any moment you would step in. It was always a switch when it comes to the pair and everyone simply called you their tamer, but again, thought nothing about the whole set up with the two. But those two were constantly double the trouble. PROMPT(S): "I thought we agreed to share her?" CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader X Stephen Strange; Wong in the end (lol). WARNINGS: Threesome; Unprotected Double Penetration; Loki and Stephen deserve a warning onto themselves at this point; P in V; P in A; Interruption. WORDS: 1,021 REQUESTED BY: @lalaooopsie (thank you for the first request <3)

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Thoroughly fucked, your legs were numb, hair tousled on the bed, and your hazy eyes peered half-lidded down at the man that continued on with his assault on your over-stimulated pussy. He wasn't stopping and no matter how much you said no, he continued on with his assault bringing you further and further into the brink of bliss. With what little strength your hand still had, your held onto the white streaked hair of his, trying your best to pull him away to give you a chance to breath.

"Had enough?" The cocky smirk on his lips bubbled through your stomach and dampen you further. Damn him and that handsome smile of his. "Wong's in Kamar Taj, the Avengers are all on a mission in God knows where, so no interruption and you can scream all you want."

You nodded profusely but still couldn't scream as his bearded lips fall right back into eating you with a painful rhythm.

You never really knew when it happened between you and Stephen, but you didn't want it any other way at this point. How you were both sparing one day in Kamar Taj in front of numerous members of the Masters of Mystic Arts, your fight got so intense that magic wasn't the only thing was being thrown out. Punches, kicks, even headbutts and as you straddled his chest--your teacher-apprentice relationship wasn't the same. It was best for the both of you to keep whatever was going on between the two of you away from Wong's ever wandering and questioning eyes.

"What would that boyfriend of yours think? How much of a mess I can make you without him even participating?" His words, as cocky and arrogant he was, knew what to say, the filth that only his words could ever give. You were a mess, all because of the man that you would have never thought would bring you to the peak of insanity besides your boyfriend.

Before you could even give a proper response. You felt your release wash over you like a tidal wave. Painting his beard with your wetness, you had watching him suck you dry until he was satisfied.

Letting go of his hair, as you relaxed your body against the silk sheets of his bed, you allowed the aftermath of your orgasm to wash over you. Appreciating the momentary peace that Stephen has given you to regain your consciousness and strength for what was to come.

You felt the bed dip and turning your head, the sight of a now naked Stephen laid besides you. You smirked knowing what was to come. Turning you closed your eyes, as the spongy head of his cock slipped so easily inside of your ass. You could only smile at the preparation he had done for the past few hours for this moment. Even your boyfriend had been dead set in making sure you were prepared and not to hurt yourself. With how easily Stephen has slid inside of you, all the hard work of your boyfriend and master had paid off.

"I thought we agreed to share her tonight?" The familiar baritone of your boyfriend's voice had your opening your eyes and frozen in place, Stephen remained deep inside of you.

Loki was at the door where you were facing, in his signature black suit, he was delectable. Your mouth watered and you wanted nothing more than to have him inside you as well.

"Can't help myself when it comes to her." Stephen's response was quick and the sudden slam of his hips accentuated his point breaking you into yet another whimper.

"What am I ever gonna do with you, Goddess?" Loki tutted and with a flick of his wrist, his suit was no more and you were face to face with a naked God, whose dick stood tall, pre-cum glistening his tip. "Where you do you want me?" He inquired.

"Inside me." You spoke with the last ounce of confidence you still had in your system.

"Well open wide for me then, Goddess."

Without even moving an inch, Stephen had held onto your thigh widening you up just for Loki. Loki had laid in front of you, one hand cupping your cheek looking straight through you and the other had guided his cock right into you. How easy he had slid and how full you now felt with the both of them deep inside you.

"Look what a mess you've made out of her, Strange." Loki spoke moving your head to meet Stephen's own. "Look how our Goddess is so full of us, filled in both of her holes like she is always meant to be."

Neither of you three had noticed the sound of a portal opening and the sight of a distracted Wong until it was far too late. The only thing Stephen could do was covered the three of you with his magic cape.

"I told you that it was essential for Y/N to continue her training in--" Wong halted finally upon realizing the sight of all three of you in bed, frozen in place, caught in the act about something neither of you three wanted anyone to know for now. "I don't even want to know." Wong groaned, before motioning for another portal to open for him to leave.

You couldn't help it, the awkwardness of being caught ruined the moment and you burst out laughing and resting your forehead against your boyfriend's shoulders and arms wrapped around his neck.

"This is the reason why I prefer the privacy of the compound." Loki snipped attention focused on Stephen.

"Right, like the AI and Stark wouldn't be watching us if we're not careful."

"I could have placed a cloak spell on us."

"And it hasn't occurred to you to use one here in the Sanctum?"

You sighed, knowing it would take a while for them to finish with their argument. It was better to just let them ride it out. You could use a vacation from your boyfriends but at this point, this was what you signed up for. Double the pleasure, but double the trouble.

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callikc · 1 year

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Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven

A/n: Please like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed :)

This is from my imagines book on Wattpad under the name CalsRebellion

Summary: The compound is too quiet for Tony's liking and so he decides that you should all play a little game of seven minutes in heaven.

The compound was quiet for once.

No alerts signalling missions, no crashes or shouts from the training rooms, no noises from the labs. For once, there was just silence. And a certain someone named Tony thought it was agonizing. He was determined to have fun.

He thought and thought for what must have been a full hour before he came up with an idea. He knew most of the team would argue, but he was bored and desperate. No one paid attention as he left the room, or when he returned half an hour later.

"Seven minutes in heaven!"

All of you looked up at the sudden announcement, confused. He had just burst in with a grin and a bag of God knows what.

"What?" Bucky questioned.

"You heard." Tony smirked, crossing his arms and causing whatever was inside the bag to rattle.

"What is... Seven minutes in heaven?" Thor asked slowly.

"You don't have that in Asgard?" You asked in return.

He shared a look with Loki and shook his head, causing Tony to seem amused. "That's really sad."

"It's a game." Natasha explained. "A stupid one."

"I don't know, it can get pretty good sometimes." Clint shrugged.

"Name one time something good has come from seven minutes in heaven."

"Joanna Wheeler, tenth grade." Tony said, smirking again. "Best night of my life."

"I'm with Nat." You said. "It's a stupid game."

"Come on, (y/n), what's stupid about spending seven minutes in an enclosed space with one of your friends?"

You didn't answer.

"We have everything we need. The closet." Tony motioned to a storage area in the corner. "The hot singles." He motioned to all of you. "And the bag."

"Yeah, I think I'll just sit this one out." Bruce said, getting a murmur of agreement.

"Please!" He begged. "(Y/n), you first. Come on."

"Not a chance, Stank." You muttered, going back to your book.

However, the book was snatched from you and you were lifted to your feet by Tony.

"Just a few rounds." He said. "Then you can go back to doing absolutely nothing productive."

It took a moment of internal fighting before you realized the best way out of it was to just play along. And so you nodded.

"Sure. Whatever."

Like a child on Christmas, he held the bag out, giving it a shake and motioning for you to pick something. Very reluctantly you put a hand inside, and, with a frown, pulled out a mini-figure helmet in gold with two horns on it. Immediately, your stomach dropped.

"Yeah, no." You quickly put it back in, hoping no one saw.

"Ah, ah, ah." Tony took it back out and showed everyone. "Reindeer Games and (Y/n)!"

"We'll kill each other." You hissed at him.

See, Loki and you didn't always get along. You were usually the recipient of his pranks or schemes and you especially hated him for when he put marbles outside your door. You never recovered.

But, as much as you hated to admit it, part of you did like his humorous nature. But only a very small part. You also had to give him props for being the most attractive guy you'd ever seen.

Yeah, your feelings were pretty conflicting.

But, before you could voice this, you found yourself being shoved into the corner with Loki beside you.

"Keep it PG." Tony teased, shutting the door and plunging you into near darkness.

The only source of light was a flickering bulb above which barely illuminated half the room.

"Let me out now and I promise I won't break both your legs!" You shouted after him.

Nothing in response.

"Seven minutes in hell." You then mused, attempting to break the silence. "Not how I pictured my afternoon."

"And how was that?" Loki asked, his tone teasing.

"Finishing the Percy Jackson books for the third time."

He seemed amused by that. "Why? The Olympians are such a bore."

The way he said it confused you, as if he personally knew the Greek gods. Then again, it shouldn't be surprising. He was a god. Of course he would know others.

"What are they like?" You asked, genuinely curious and momentarily forgetting you didn't like him.

"Zeus is pompous and arrogant. Hera likes to believe she owns the world. Do not get me started on Apollo and Artemis."

You couldn't help laughing. "So you think you're better than them?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Gotta love that self-esteem. Good for you."

The silence returned shortly after and you felt a little awkward again. But, since he clearly knew a lot on the topic, you kept the subject of gods and goddesses up.

"Is Aphrodite as pretty as the stories say she is?"

"She is beautiful, yes." Loki confessed. "But a terrible kisser. I'm much better."

You scoffed. "Yeah? And how would you know?"

Without warning, the raven-haired god held your face in his hands and kissed you. It was slow and heart-filled at first, a barrage of unspoken emotion, but it soon became more passionate and wild. By the time you started losing air, Loki was already smirking against your lips.

"Wow." You whispered, staring at him with wide eyes.

His infamous smirk was just about visible in the dim light. "Believe me now?"

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mugentropy · 2 years

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hear this because i need to scream abt this,

loki calls your cat, feline princess, the princess etc, talks about you both in plural terms like, “how are my princesses?”

“how are my queens doing?”

#loki laufeyson imagines #loki imagines #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki 2021 #marvel loki

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lovely-lady-lumps · 2 years

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Starlight Apple Cider

October Writing 6

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader (Does use nicknames like darling and dear but no description used)

Summary: Loki joins you on a quiet night under the stars

Word count: 843

The stars shine bright in the dark night sky, cool air making your cheeks and nose turn red as you sit on the back porch of your small home. You’re sitting on an outdoor loveseat with your legs tucked to your chest. A red throw blanket lays across your lap to keep your pajama clad legs warm, a soft jacket covers your torso. All is quiet except for the crickets and cicadas that are screeching from the trees. Of course nothing can stay quiet but you don’t really mind when it’s Loki’s doing.

The sound of the glass door behind you sliding open is what interrupts the peace, your husband stepping through with two steaming mugs in hand. “Mind if I keep you company?” his smooth voice asks. The door thuds closed softly and soon enough, a hand is reaching down to give you one of the mugs.

It brings immediate warmth to your hands when you take it gratefully. “Absolutely.” You lift the blanket in invitation with a smile. He smiles warmly back at you, adoration clear on both of your faces.

He’s careful not to jostle you when he sits down beside you and takes the offered side of the blanket. “Thank you darling.” It takes a bit of maneuvering before he’s satisfied, consisting of your legs being placed in his lap and your shoulder touching him for his own relief. But it doesn’t stop there, it never does. He wraps his hand around the closest thigh and tucks it underneath to hold onto a part of you. He’s always done it, keeping a hand on your shoulder or back. Anytime you ask about he only answers with ‘you might run away and we can’t have that.’. You think he’s just too stubborn to admit he likes affection.

“Comfy?” You tease before taking a sip of what you quickly realize is very hot apple cider. Your face scrunches as you swallow the burning liquid, sticking your tongue out after to try and cool it off with a sharp breath in.

“Very smart on your part. Was the steam not enough of a tell that it wasn’t cool enough yet?” Loki scolds. His thumb rubs up and down on your leg in a soothing motion, contradicting the harshness of his words.

“Was the steam not enough of a tell?” You mock in a low pitched nasally voice.

The reaction of him laughing the most gorgeous laugh to ever exist is enough for you to forgive him. You giggle and blow on the apple cider carefully so as not to spill it. You feel Loki’s hand slip out from under your thigh and the blanket to reach for your mug. He wraps his hand around yours, slipping his fingers between yours so that they touch the ceramic. Green tendrils flow from his palm to dance around the mug and you watch as the steam slowly stops rising from the drink in awe. No matter how many times you see his magic, you’ll always appreciate how beautiful it is.

“You’re getting lost again my dear.” Loki’s soft voice pulls you out of your musing. He’s already looking at you with a deep fondness when you turn to give him a shy smile. “Sorry, I can’t help it. It’s amazing.” You nod to the now disappearing green.

He doesn’t say anything, instead using his actions to speak for him. A sweet kiss is placed on your brow followed by more that trail down your nose and over your cheek. They’re slow and gentle, his lips warm from sipping on his own drink. When his lips meet yours, it’s soft and full of compassion, all of his love poured into one kiss. It could last seconds or minutes, hours, and it wouldn’t be long enough. You chase him when he pulls away, desperate to stay in contact. He gives one final peck before leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed in contentment.

“I’m afraid we won’t be outside for much longer if we continue.” He whispers.

You huff out a laugh and reach up to cup his face in one hand, “Is that all it takes now? A kiss?”

“Only because I love you so much.” Is his very vulnerable answer, green eyes opening to stare into yours.

You feel like you could die happily at this very moment. It’s not often he says those words, rather using acts of love instead. Such as the now lukewarm apple cider still in your hand. He pulls away from you after clearing his throat, grabbing your hand on his face and placing a kiss to the palm, intertwining your fingers as he does. Taking in a deep breath, he turns back to look at the sky. Your conjoined hands sit on your knees still over his lap.

Turning your own head to look at the stars, you squeeze his hand. “I love you too.”

The night goes back to peaceful quietness, the both of you sitting in the starlight with smiles resting on your faces.

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heliads · 2 years

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Hi, Lisa, me again. I swear I don't normally send in another request when someone isn't even done with my first one (which is not meant to dig at you, I swear), but I have seen other people do it so I'm, like, assuming you're okay with it? If you're not, though, feel free to yell at me and throw this request out, it's not a big deal.

Okay, so I had an idea for a platonic Loki x Reader where Loki is actually held in Avengers Tower after the Battle of New York, instead of going back to Asgard. The Reader, a teenage Avenger who's kind of an awkward bookworm, is warned to stay away from him, but eventually they're super curious and bring him food in his cell as a kind of olive branch. Loki doesn't take it or talk to them at first, but they keep coming back to give him food and to get a quiet place to read, and eventually Loki starts to talk to them. Over time, they become genuine friends, with the Reader lending Loki books to read and Loki telling them about Asgard, and the Reader starts to see all the pain and hurt Loki really feels, and sees that he isn't really the monster they initially fought during the Battle.

However, their friendship is eventually found out, and the Avengers tell the Reader they can't visit Loki anymore, assuming he's trying to manipulate them. The Reader tries to stick up for Loki and tells the team the kind of person they've learned he is, but the team doesn't listen. After a week, Thor goes to visit Loki to tell him off for trying to manipulate the Reader, only to find him genuinely upset because he thinks the Reader doesn't want to be friends with him anymore. Realizing that Loki genuinely thought of the Reader as a friend, Thor tells the rest of the Avengers, and they agree to let the Reader talk to him again. Maybe the story ends with them finally letting him out of his cell since the Reader has softened him up, and the Reader introducing him as their friend?

Okay, whoo, this was a long one (😂). Again, if you don't want to write this or I wasn't supposed to send in more than one request, feel free to just throw this out, that's totally fine! Have a great day!! ❤️❤️

- Raven

no i literally love you and your requests, this one was so fun!

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You are curious, insatiably so. You’re also in the exact place you’re not supposed to be- namely, traipsing around the corners of Avengers Tower in the hopes of finding Asgard’s youngest prince. You have been told by multiple members of the Avengers, sometimes at the same time using the exact same words, that you are to stay away from Loki Odinson, no matter what.

This is precisely why you’re trying to find him now. Look, you can’t just go up to somebody and tell them not to find the god of mischief. Wouldn’t anyone want to see what the guy looks like when he’s not putting on a performance? Sure, he tried to kill all of you, but it’s not like that’s a rarity around here. No, you want to find him, and find him you shall, even if it means you have to hide from security cameras like you’re some kind of cat burglar.

It’s surprisingly empty. During the first couple of days after the Chitauri invasion, practically every square block of New York City was on high alert. They were pulling S.H.I.E.L.D. agents out of nowhere, all tasked with making sure nothing like that happened again. Once people realized that the Chituari were a one time deal, though, everyone cooled down.

This is why you’re able to casually stroll around the cell block without getting stopped. That, and the fact that you are technically an Avenger, although your age would probably lead to you getting escorted out if people really noticed you were here. You’re not sure what it is about being under the age of twenty, but the second you mention the fact that you’re still a teenager, people freak out.

Apparently, some of them have at least a few morals left, and they like to feel better about themselves by keeping you out of trouble, so to speak. You have no doubt that your age heavily contributed to the fact that you’re a de facto Avenger and not just sequestered in yet another S.H.I.E.L.D. holding cell along with the rest of their inhumans and general threats.

You’ll probably be found out eventually, but your curiosity has won over the strongest of your doubts. To put it simply, you want to figure out what makes a villain, and Loki is your best shot at uncovering this whole mystery. He is the epitome of an enemy of the Avengers, and for that reason, he’s utterly fascinating. No questions about it, hovering outside Loki’s cell is exactly where you want to be.

At last, you come across it. They’ve put Loki in a similar glass-walled cell as before. He sits listlessly on the floor, no longer posing and posturing as he had back when they put him in a locked room the first time. Then again, during that point he was still waiting on reinforcements and an entire plan to take over the world that none of you knew about.

Right now, he’s defeated, both physically and mentally. There is nothing that Loki can do to get out, no mind controlled minions or alien guns ready to break him out. There’s no reason for him to waste his energy on trying to look good, not when everyone on your team has proved themselves more than capable of taking him down.

You linger at the edge of the hallway, just around the corner from Loki’s cell. You’ve made sure to stay in the shadows, so there’s no chance that he can see you, not in the slightest. You are practically invisible, a thief in the night, a spy monitoring its prey, and— oh God, he’s seen you.

You fling yourself back against the wall, but the damage has been done. When you peer cautiously back around the corner, Loki is regarding you with a level stare, neither interested nor antagonistic. He knows that you’re there, but he doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

Well, you can work with that. Just in case, you’ve brought a peace offering/bribe with you, and you force yourself out into the open under the guise of bringing it to him. There’s a compartment that slides in and out of one of the glass walls of the cell, not unlike the boxes they use to ferry money back and forth between customers and bank tellers. You put your sacrificial item in the box and send it over to Loki’s end.

His brow furrows almost imperceptibly. You fumble for the right words, although even your split second’s hesitation doesn’t really do a lot for you.

“It’s, uh, food. For you. You can eat it.” You realize you’re rambling and fight off the urge to throw up awkward finger guns just to sell the whole thing.

To his credit, Loki doesn’t react to that terrible display of communication skills, just rises mechanically and retrieves the baked good you’ve offered him. It’s a pretzel roll from one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff rooms. Over your time at the Avengers Tower, you’ve had your time to sample the food offered for free, and you can staunchly speak in favor of the pretzel rolls. Fantastic every time, they are.

You feel oddly pleased with yourself when Loki takes the food, and mumble something about having to go before leaving the room as quickly as you can. You have no idea what he thinks of you, but at least you tried, right?

You end up returning the next day, this time a book in hand. Loki’s eyes flash hopefully to the novel, but this one is for you. As it turns out, it’s really hard to find a quiet place to read when all the Avengers seem to take your closed door as a sign that they should come charging in for a nice, overextended conversation. It’s like your parents, but tenfold.

Last time you were here, you couldn’t help but notice how blessedly quiet it was. This is, of course, due to the fact that no self respecting agent would have their important conversations in the room of Loki’s cell, but it’s still useful for you. You drag a chair over to the corner of the room, just outside the view of the security cameras, and start to read.

You learn pretty quickly that you have to keep your eyes firmly trained on your book, because if you allow yourself to be anything other than hooked on the current story, you’ll feel the full magnitude of Loki’s gaze boring into you. When you dare to look up for a moment or two, you notice that he’s staring at you as if he’s trying to light your hair on fire.

You consider sticking your tongue out at him to get him to stop, but no, you’re trying to be cool and mature about this. Instead, you elect for the far better option of just ignoring him, even though you’re the one who’s in his room instead of the other way around.

About an hour and a half into your reading, Loki finally speaks. “Why are you here?”

You glance up at him. “It’s quiet,” you say, “I wanted to read.”

He nods once, settling back into his same state of solitude. You half expect him to ask another question, even about who you are or why you brought him food the other day, but he doesn’t say a thing, not even when you leave another forty five minutes later.

The next time, though, you’re determined to get at least some sort of reaction. You come bearing gifts once again, this time a particularly good sandwich from a cafe across the street. Loki seems vaguely confused about the whole thing, but you insist that there’s a time and place for a good sandwich, and this is it. He does seem to like it, which is simply what you deserve.

You finish your book earlier than you expected, and start to pack yourself up the second you hit the last word. Just before you can disappear, though, you hear a quiet voice echoing out of the glass cell in the center of the room.

“What book were you reading?”

You glance almost self consciously towards the spine as you walk back to Loki’s cell. “Oh, nothing much. Just something I’ve had on my ‘to be read’ list for, like, forever.”

He looks cross. “That isn’t remotely helpful, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “My bad. Lord of the Rings, the first one. I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while, ever since I saw the movies.”

At his quizzical glance, you elaborate. “Fantasy, adventure, that sort of thing. A group of people go on incredible journeys in order to prevent certain doom from befalling their homeland. There’s genuine comradery, true love, excellent languages, that sort of thing.”

Loki inclines his head. “Was it good?”

You smile in spite of yourself, reliving the adventure you’ve just had. “Marvelous.”

He seems interested in that. “You have finished, have you not? You could leave it here.”

Loki does his best to appear utterly unconcerned about the last statement. For all you know, he could care less about the book, some mortal story that’s likely far subpar compared to all the mythologies of Asgard. Still, the facts are that he’s been locked in this cell with nothing to occupy his time for weeks now. He’s probably desperate for some sort of entertainment.

So, before you can stop yourself, you slip the book into the cell. Loki picks it up, curious, then nods at you in gratitude. “See you tomorrow,” he says, and you repeat the same sentiment before turning away so you can hide your grin.

Indeed, by the time you show up the next day, Loki is waiting for you expectantly.

“How many of these books are there, did you say? Additionally, what kind of fellows are the hobbits, are they real? And why is Tom Bombadil so bizarrely strong compared to the others?”

You chuckle. “See, I knew you’d like it. Hobbits are just an invention of the author’s imagination, much like the rest of the creatures in the book.”

Loki frowns. “But the author speaks of elves and dwarves, and those are common in our lands.”

You take a half step forward, delighted. “Really? Have you seen them?”

Loki’s face is the picture of innocence. “Yes, and they’re known to feast on talkative children such as yourself.”

You give him a look. “I’m not a child.”

Loki arches a brow. “No? Is that why you’ve been hiding around so none of the others know you’re here?”

You feel yourself grow displeased with the state of the conversation. “I’m still one of the guys who managed to put you in this cell. Don’t forget that.”

Loki spreads his hands magnanimously. “Ah, how could I? I’d bow for Your Exalted Highness, but I don’t have that much room in here.”

You look away. “Alright, alright. Stop being so sarcastic.”

His grin is as sharp as a blade. “You’re speaking to the God of Mischief, child. You might as well ask the winter’s wind to stop producing such a chill.”

You glance back at him, and notice that he’s smiling proudly. You can’t help but picture Tony in your head, like whenever the man makes a particularly terrible joke and can’t help but feel pride in everyone else’s rolled eyes. Loki doesn’t mean a thing by it, does he?

“It’s a good thing that I have the second book with me, don’t I? Then again, I’d hate to deprive a god of his natural state of boredom.”

Loki casts his gaze over to your bag the second you mention the book, although he does his best to pretend as if he hadn’t done a thing. “That’s an interesting point to bring up. Take pride in tormenting others, do you?”

You grin. “So melodramatic. I’m handing it over now.” You don’t know that you’ve ever seen him so pleased.

Thus begins a rough friendship at first. It stalls and starts at first, when you can’t quite read Loki’s moods. Sometimes, you come in on the wrong day, after S.H.I.E.L.D. tries to speak to him and he’s sick of all mortals, including you. As the days go by, though, he grows more and more accustomed to you.

The two of you have discussions on all sorts of things, books and stories and real adventures that Loki had lived through on Asgard. He doesn’t speak of his home often, and every memory seems tainted by a flicker of pain. After a while, you realize that he regrets leaving, or at least he regrets not being able to return home in some way. You think you’d hate it too, knowing that you were once a child of the grandest palaces and are now locked away in a mortal’s glass box.

Truth be told, you think there’s far more to Loki than meets the eye. Each day promises a new chance to get to know him, and you start looking forward to each day’s conversations. Sometimes, you’re there for hours; other times, just a handful of minutes, all depending on the day. Regardless of the scheduling limits, though, you always have a good time, and you swear that he does too. Something tells you that it might be the first time someone has truly listened to him in quite a while.

So, if you start being careless in your haste to get to his cell, that’s no one’s fault but your own. And, when it’s been about a month of your visitation hours and you begin to head down to Loki’s cell only to find the way blocked by the Avengers standing outside the hall leading to the cell, you realize too late that you’ve been running on blind hope for too long. Of course they’d notice, they’re monitoring him for a reason. It was a blessing to have this much time.

The Avengers lead you back to a central living room so you can have the lecture you’ve been waiting on for a while. Tony starts first.

“Listen, Y/N, you know we’re glad to have you around. You’re a bright kid, which is why I think I speak for all of us when I say that I am stunned that you would make such a bad choice as this one. Loki manipulates people, it’s what he does best. Why would you willingly spend time with him? You have no idea what he’s trying to get you to do.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Tony holds up a hand and keeps going. “Before you even start with the excuses, know that we are genuinely just trying to protect you. You’re one of us, kid, but that means you have to stay away from people who could hurt all of us. Loki is one of those people.”

You sigh. “It’s not like that, Tony. Loki is not who you think he is.”

Bruce scoffs. “Who else could he be? He tried to take over New York, if not the entire world. There’s nothing more to him than a killer.”

You glance over at Thor. “Do you believe that?” The golden prince, however, stays silent.

Natasha takes up the charge. “We’ve been thinking, and what’s best is that you won’t be visiting Loki anymore. We just can’t take the risk that he’ll do something to mess with you. I mean, he already brainwashed Clint, and we just managed to get him back. We don’t want anything like that to happen to you, alright?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not alright. I know you’re not going to listen to me, but I swear, Loki is not entirely a bad guy. Yeah, he’s done awful stuff, but I don’t think he was acting on his own free will.”

Steve folds his arms across his chest. “What do you mean by that?”

You gesture helplessly. “Thor, what color are Loki’s eyes?”

Thor frowns. “Green, but I don’t see why that matters.”

Your lips purse. “It matters because I was watching S.H.I.E.L.D. recordings of the Chitauri invasion, and in all of them, Loki’s eyes were blue. I think it wasn’t just Clint who was being controlled by somebody, maybe Loki was as well. I mean, look at the guy. During the first couple days we had him in custody, he was practically motionless. He seemed in terrible shape. I think someone or something forced him to do all that.”

Tony groans. “Y/N, I get that you don’t want to be in trouble, but you have no proof of any of that. Maybe the colors on the cameras were wonky, we don’t know. It’s not enough to claim that Loki, a literal god, was being mind controlled. I know you always want to see the best in people, but it just doesn’t work with Loki. We appreciate your efforts, but this is done. Visitation hours from this point forward are over.”

That doesn’t mean that you don’t try to see Loki, but every time you sneak over to the cell blocks, the guards outside the rooms have quadrupled. You walk with as much confidence as you can muster, but they block your path every time. You can assume that they’re acting on orders to keep you away, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it.

About a week after the fateful conversation, however, Thor comes knocking at your door. You glance at him balefully, but he doesn’t seem here to condescendingly ask if you’re alright, not like the others.

Instead, he makes his way inside once you acknowledge him, and looks around the room as if not willing to be overheard.

“We were speaking with Loki today,” he says, “It didn’t go well. Usually, he’s been at least apathetic to our attempts at conversation. Sometimes, he’ll even play along. Not today, though. He was glaring at us from the moment we walked in. He seemed almost betrayed.”

You glance at Thor, confused. “Why? What happened?”

Thor points a knowing finger your way. “You happened. Or, more specifically, you didn’t happen. My brother, as much as he hates to admit it, has always needed someone around to listen to him. It used to be my mother or me. For the past month, I believe it has been you. He was furious, and then I told him that we barred you from visiting. After that, he was angry, but in a different way.”

You nod slowly, hardly daring to say a word. Luckily, Thor continues without need for input.

“I don’t know how I feel about the mind control idea, but I do not enjoy seeing my brother in this manner. I just wanted to let you know that I am going to go talk to the other Avengers about stopping this ban on your visits. I believe your talks were doing him well, and doing more than I seem able to manage.”

You wonder if Thor regrets this distance between him and his brother, even though there’s obviously not a whole lot he can do about it.

“I hope you can convince them otherwise,” you offer.

Thor nods contemplatively. “I do as well.”

Thor’s word is good. The next day, you’re approached by the rest of the Avengers, who tell you that they’ve decided to go along with Thor’s idea and allow you to talk with Loki again. In fact, they’re going to let him out of his cell in select intervals, just to see if you were right about there being more to the whole scenario than meets the eye.

Right now, you’re walking down the halls of the Avengers complex, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. beside you. She’s been a good friend of yours for a while, although she’s busy more often than not with lab work.

Your friend glances at you quizzically. “You seem to be in a good mood. Have you gotten a promotion or something?”

You laugh. “No, I just get to spend more time with another friend of mine. We should be approaching him soon, actually. You’ll love him, Jemma.”

Your friend frowns. “Who’s your friend?”

You grin. You enjoy few things in life like messing with your friends, and you know for a fact that saying the name currently waiting on the tip of your tongue will shock your friend like nothing else.

“Loki Odinson.”

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skylarinfinity · 5 months

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frigga : [hug male reader] you a good guy hero name, any person who married you would be lucky [smile before walking away left male reader alone with loki]

loki : [see male reader horror expression] what up with you?

male reader : [panicking] oh lord, i starting to becoming man that people want to married!

loki : [sarcastically] oh, the horror!

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mgnifique-tion · 4 months

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— december 31st.

summary || ``out in the cold with a god, the historian never expected how great the next year would turn out to be.``

pairing: tva!loki x fem!historian!reader song recommendations: where the sea sleeps (day 6 – even of day) lowercase is intended…

— themes and warning/s: fluff, friendly bickering, friends (allies)-to-lovers, cozy, very minimal swearing (literally just one), this is very soft pls my heart–

— a/n: somebody got into loki again (me) and it’s been a while since i’ve written a marvel au (like probably 6 years ago HELP) and just for some backstory, my writer buddy (@yourstrulyksm) got me into this because she wanted me to write a christmas special but uh, the idea came in late……. and also, brainrot for loki……….. so here’s a short, teeny tiny winter special to end the year with! let’s welcome 2024 with a warm embrace (and perhaps a kiss…? maybe ship yourself with the upcoming year??? i’m def going insane)

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“are you alright?”

oh, you were pissed off, and not in a healthy amount. you were unhealthily pissed off. him asking you that question while you both stood in the middle of the wilderness clearly was not a great way to have a brand new conversation that opened with him doubting your mental state in some way. a loose nightdress was the only thing keeping you warm and as much as it looked so good on you, you were now beginning to hate it with all of your soul.

that and the god who dragged you out of your home to fulfill a mission, loki.

“it’s almost twelve o'clock and you’re expecting me to be okay out here, in the cold, outside of my damn apartment, dressed in this sleeveless, thin cotton dress– are you that dense!?” anger was just inching closer with each second that passed as the god looked you from top to bottom, keeping his lower lip under his front teeth as he tilted his head.

‘right, he was a front giant. i forgot,’ you thought, huffing as you crossed your arms in both the burning annoyance and in the cold. to your surprise, that ticking bomb inside your head wasn’t really going to do much to keep you warm.

“why didn’t you bring a jacket, then?” he questioned again. “you showed up at my doorstep panicking! i didn’t have time to get one!” you complained.

and then, there was silence, a moment of clarity which was later interrupted by the god once again. this time, he laughed, shaking his head at the supposed funny moment that took place earlier. “... oh, my friend, i do apologize–”

“you should,” you quickly snapped back, walking next to him as you followed his directions as if you weren’t familiar with the location. “now, i’m freezing like shit here– what are you doing?”

without thinking twice, the thick, dark blazer he wore was slipping off of his shoulders and arms as he gave you a state, later offering it to you by nudging your arm with his knuckles. “come on, wear it. the cold never bothered me anyway,” he said, both of his eyebrows raised as his eyes glimmered, hoping that you’d just take the blazer from him.

“... thanks a lot, elsa.” you still spoke in that grumbling tone you always had when it came to him but deep down, it was all for the humor… and the never-ending stage of denial.

yes.

it’s been a while since those feelings for him bloomed like a flower on a spring’s day.

and now, you’re stuck with him like a pine tree on a winter’s night. “what are you even doing here? didn’t you tell me that we’re just supposed to see each other throughout time like… periodical visits?” you questioned, still wondering why he was now standing next to you.

although he and mobius did need the help of a licensed historian, it was clear that you weren’t like the two of them. you had an entirely different role and just like what they both would say, you should play your role in the timeline.

“why? isn’t this just like one of those periodical visits as well?” his shoulders slowly rose throughout the question as you sighed.

3 days ago. it’s been 3 days since loki and mobius left… and now, one of them is back again and it didn’t seem like he’s in trouble as you assumed.

“yeah, but like, i thought you’d come see me a few months after the last visit,” you muttered, taking steps with him slower this time, clearly diving deep into the talk. “you know? like the last time… for you, only a week passed but for me, it took six and a half months. is there another problem we have to fix or is this gonna be your thing?”

in return, he chuckled and asked back, “can’t i just pay my favourite historian a visit?”

“... but i’m the only historian you know–” “shut up.”

though it sounded bitter, both of you still smiled over the friendly banter and somehow, it was nice to know that loki traveled through time again just to meet up with you.

as a busy historian constantly checking if the two tva employees or sylvie herself made any of those rewrites in the many pages of history, you never really had a chance to go out with friends… you weren’t even sure if you still had contact with those old friends of yours.

in some way, you were lonely.

you’d never admit it to yourself or to anyone around you but it was undeniable that you still were. “so, what you’re telling me is that you probably got bored and thought to yourself that you should seek me out just so you could take me here in the middle of the night? for fun? is this your brilliant idea of fun?” you questioned, syncing your pace with him as leaves and snow rustled beneath your boots.

again, he chuckled. “well… it’s not exactly boredom,” the god answered, taking a deep breath right after. “... i did have plans to see you tonight.”

‘... what?’ that one word danced around your mind in circles because not once did you think of that possibility.

he just said he wanted to see you exactly tonight, how could that happen?

“and it’s getting late, i know. i’m sorry for dragging you out here but this one…” he trailed off, taking another deep breath as he suddenly stopped walking… and of course you did the same, choosing to face the trees instead of him.

“this one’s important.”

then, he raised his hand mid-air, just above his own shoulder as his fingers fluttered, emitting vibrant sparks in every color you could think of. he had a genuine smile on his face, his emerald eyes staring back at you while you focused on how the sparks flew and twirled around his palm. once you looked at him, you held in your breath, absolutely overwhelmed by the situation. “... loki.”

“i’m in love with you,” he said softly, his eyes turning glossy, admitting to it all wholeheartedly. no more secrets now. “and it’s killing me to keep these words to myself for longer so nothing’s stopping me from saying them now. i am so in love with you, y/n… i can’t imagine not seeing you every single minute.”

with the sparks from his own palm flying into the air, syncing with the fireworks that blasted into the dawn skies, he pulled you close, the lips you’ve dreamed of every night brushing against yours soothingly as you started forgetting about how cold it was… the kiss he was giving you was enough to keep you warm.

even too warm, perhaps…

“whoa– hey, wait a second.” you pulled away from him, your palms touching his chest, grazing a little bit against the fabric of his ironed as if it was to restrict you from letting the kiss get deeper than expected. “... we just kissed? is this for real? or are you enchanting me? loki, i swear–,” you were then cut-off by quick peck on your cheek, his hands touching the back of yours so delicately as he looked at you with relief, shaking his head.

“this is for real, trust me.” he smirked, smothering his lips against yours once again as your eyelids closed shut, indulging everything he’s been giving you right at that moment.

well, isn’t this such a great way to start the year?

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