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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Footloose - Flufftober 4

Summary: Loki is part of the Avengers now.

Rating: Teen

Square I5 filled for @lokibingo: Feelings denial

Square 7 filled for @puretombingo: “Dance with me.”

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: fluff, banter, idiots in love

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Words: 980+

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“I got it, Tony. This party will be the most spectacular and awesome party mankind had ever the pleasure to witness,” you roll your eyes at Tony’s antics. He wants you to help him check the guest list and won't stop talking about the event. “How about you invite some male stripper for the ladies too. I bet they’ll give us a good show.”

“We want this evening to be spectacular, not vulgar,” Tony scrunches up his nose. “We will have music, the best food, the finest wine and alcohol.”

“Fine, have it your way. Now, how can I help you, Tony?” You look around the room. There is not much left to do. The party planner did a great job. “Tony?”

“You’ve got a special task this time,” he wraps one arm around your shoulders, walking around the room. “Loki is now part of our team.”

You purse your lips. Loki is still the guy attacking New York City. “The answer is no.”

“You don’t even know what I want from you.”

“If it includes being around Loki Laufeyson, the guy influencing me with his tricks to get me to strip in front of my friends, I’m out,” you grunt. Loki managed to use his mind games to make you do unspeakable things. Like eating pineapple on pizza.

“He offered redemption and promised to never use his powers to influence you again,” Tony tries to persuade you to help him with his problem, but you’re not convinced. “A lot of important people, and the press will be around. We need to show them that Loki changed.”

“How? Shall he sing a chanson?” You snort. “I don’t think he will ever not be an asshole and a Trickster. We don’t need him to cause trouble with one of his dramatic entrances again. Do you remember the last time he made an appearance in public?”

“Y/N, please do this for me. Loki refuses to attend the party. We need him to smile, and act like a gentleman.”

“You want me to convince Loki to attend the party? That’s the important task?” You huff. “You can’t be serious.”

“Please, Y/N. For me. You’re the only person besides his brother Loki talks to.”

“Yeah, to harass me. He’s always sassy and gets on my nerves,” you snap at Tony. “If you want me to do this dirty job, you will buy me the most expensive dress, shoes, and accessories for the party.”

“Deal,” Tony drops his arm from your shoulders to shake your hand.

“If there’s a catch, I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep,” you point a finger at Tony. “No tricks, Stark, or you’ll regret doing business with me.”

“Move your ass out of your room and follow me. We are going to buy a suit for you, and you’ll behave like a good boy today,” you yell outside Loki’s apartment. “Get out, or I swear I’ll not be nice any longer.”

“Darling, you look dashing,” Loki pokes his head out of the door, smirking. “I’m afraid I got no time for you. Check in later. How about you come back in a few weeks?”

“I said, get out of the room, raven-haired rat,” you purse your lips, close to breaking the door down to get Loki out of his room. “I don’t have all day. It’s only three more days until the party. We need you to make an appearance. Just say yes and let me buy the suit for you. You can come to the party, and dance. Maybe have a drink or two.”

“No.”

“Loki, this is not a request, it’s an order. Move your ass out of the room,” you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at it. “Come on. Don’t make such a fuss.”

“I don’t want to dance,” Loki wrinkles his nose.

“Because you can’t dance?” You grin. “Did Loki Laufeyson finally admit his defeat? Is there something he cannot accomplish?”

He opens the door to step outside, a dagger in his hand. “I’m warning you. Never underestimate Loki Laufeyson, God of mischief. I’m the Master of Dance, I just don’t like dancing.”

“Well then, let’s buy a suit and you can stand in a corner and watch other people having fun…”

“I hope you know I had to cancel my date for you,” you grunt as Loki walks next to you. He insisted on not going alone. Which means you are his plus one for the time being.

While you try to find a way to get rid of Loki and keep your promise to Tony at the same time, the Avengers watch you and the raven-haired trickster with interest.

“She made it,” Tony can’t believe Loki is following you inside the ballroom. “It was worth the money.”

Thor frowns when his brother grabs your hand to guide you away from the Avengers and toward the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” You wonder as Loki guides you to the middle of the dance floor. “Loki? What are you up to?”

“I remember vividly that you suggested a dance,” he says. “So…dance with me?” He bows and offers his hand to you. “Please give me this dance.”

“I-“ you take his offered hand, hoping he doesn’t want to trick you once again. “If this is a joke, I’ll kill you.” You growl, but your cheeks heat up as he smiles at you.

He grins. “I’m counting on it, my love.” You end up in his arms, swaying to the song he requested before coming here with you. “I hope you know; I’m courting you…”

Loki twirls you around, grinning as you squeak and hold tight onto him as he gets even faster. Your feet move on their own, and you cling to him when the room starts spinning.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want the others to watch us.” You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes. “I manipulated reality a little bit for this dance. You only belong to me tonight…and forever.”

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#puretombingo #loki laufeyson #lokibingo #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #Footloose #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #fluff #loki x reader #loki x you

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endlesstwanted · 9 months

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When You Touch Me Like That

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Loki (Marvel Comics)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Loki/Sif

Tags: Post-Coital Cuddling, Magic, Female Loki, Shapeshifter!Loki

Summary: Sif and Loki have a quiet talk after trying out something new in bed.

Wordcount: 742

Created for: @marvelrarepairbingo — Psychic / @lokibingo — Barebacking / @multifandom-lover’s Multi-fandom Mini Event, card #1020 — Sex Magic / Summer of Cum — Come Inflation

Excerpt:

“Do you like it when I do that?” Loki asks, and her hand travels down Sif’s body to her lower stomach.

This makes her flinch, in a good way, moving her foot under the sheets at the bottom of the bed.

Loki had spoken to her the last time they were together this way about her interest in adding some of her magic regarding shapeshifting to their relationship. They weren’t able to test it back then, but with their reunion becoming more passionate, the couple decided it was time to test the waters by checking what it was like with Loki changing from her regular female shape to another more masculine one, only if just to her physical appearance it was applied.

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#lokibingo #marvelrarepairsbingo #multifandom-lover #summerofcum2023 #loki #lady sif #thor movies #marvel fanfic

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ruckystarnes · 11 months

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Title: The Cold Lord of Beltane, Chapter Two Author: RuckyStarnes Card: B029 Rating: Teen Event: @lokibingo Square: C3 - Free Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Niamh Words: 2,046 Warnings: Summary: Niamh readies herself for her marriage, and sneaks a peek of him before the ceramony. Type: Fic

The Cold Lord of Beltane Masterlist

Chapter Two

Niamh was awakened by her handmaiden, Arwen, opening the heavy curtain of her bed, sending bright light across Niamh’s face, making her wince and groan. She hated mornings, but this morning was particularly dreaded. It was the spring equinox and today was Beltane. She was the one chosen amongst the three other girls to be the céile maighdean, an honor that every girl wished to be chosen for, something that Niamh was happy to be part of, but that was until she overheard the elders talking last night after they had treated her like royalty: bountiful meal, lavish clothing and fabrics, milk and honey bath, the brushing of her long, twisted flaxen hair until it was smooth and tame.

“Niamh,” Arwen said gently, her hand landing on her shoulder. Niamh could hear the apprehension in the young girl’s voice as she was the one that had alerted Niamh to the secret meeting of the elders and knew what was lying in store for the Princess. “It is time for your anointing.” Niamh could feel the girl’s fingers tremble before she pulled back the layers of furs and linen that covered her. Her body felt heavy as she sat up, the shift she wore falling down from her waist, where it had gathered during the night, as she stood. It was like the goddesses were in control of her, making her walk to the basin that was in the corner of the room. Arwen helped her undress and provided balance for her to step into the steaming water. “Elder Sorcha and the other will be in shortly.” And without another word the young flaxen girl left Niamh to her own thoughts, which wandered to last night when the young girl stole her away from the lavish bedding to take her through the dank woods to the fire lit circle amongst the stones.

Niamh was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of Elder Sorcha’s voice as she entered the dwelling.

“Niamh, mo pháiste, mo pháiste,” the old woman smiled gently, a stark contrast to what Niamh had seen last night.

“Elder Sorcha,” Niamh said nimbly, refusing to meet the clouded eyes of the elder.

“You look like you have not rested well my child. Tonight you would’ve needed your strength during the consummation, but maybe your husband will have some empathy for your condition. Most girls are too excited to sleep and nearly break on the bed.”

Niamh snapped her head up, her dark hair falling into the water slightly. “I’m sorry, break?” she managed out in a squeak. She could only imagine being broken in half or bruised, passing out from the pain. Arwen’s sister, Bronagh, was married and had visited shortly after Niamh was crowned the céile maighdean to give her tips on how to make the first time not hurt as much.

“It’s just a wording, my child,” Elder Sorcha smiled and made her way towards Niamh as five more elders joined her from the doorway. The only one Niamh recognized was Arwen and Bronagh’s aunt, Eilís. She knew these five women were there to help her into her white garments and to braid her hair before adorning her with the ceremonious flower crown that she would wear. “As the other elders dress you, I want to go over a few things about when you finally meet your lord,” the old woman went on as the other women washed Niamh and worked her hair, tsking at the wet ends of her hair.

“What kind of things, Sorcha?” she asked feebly, afraid of what things that would need to be discussed. Bronagh already explained how bedding went, what men liked their brides to do and a brief explanation of how; Niamh was embarrassed when Bronagh had her demonstrate on a cairéad with instructions of how to please a man with her mouth.

“Your lord will expect you to know what to do,” she replied in a nonchalant way. Niamh noticed that she used ‘lord’ not husband, as if their union will not bear fruit nor would ever blossom into anything but a servitude. Is this why so many of the Lords take on more than one wife? She nodded along with what Sorcha said, tuning her out as much as she could, not wanting nor caring what she had to say. She was hoping that if she displeased the lord, he would send her away, back to the village or possibly to another, setting her up comfortably to start her life again.

The mid-day sun shone hot and bright when Niamh finally was presentable for the ceremony. Arwen was by her side, Niamh’s eyes shifting to her friend as her heart thumped into her chest and her palms grew sticky; she fought every fiber of her being to not turn around and run, mostly because she was afraid of having whatever ailment Damhnait (who was still absent) received from Sorcha put on her.

“Things will be okay.” Arwen’s words were supposed to bring solace to Niamh, but there was the fear in her friend’s eyes that unnerved her, twisting her stomach into something that would resemble the knot of Ciorclán Coillte’s insignia. They were sitting in the céile maighdean tent that was erected while she was readying the ceremony. Arwen would occasionally look out through the crack between the material flaps, trying to spot Niamh’s lord.

“Oh,” the pale haired girl gasped, “I think I see him. He looks different from the other lords we’ve seen. He’s slender and not as tall. Handsome even.”

“Does it matter if he’s handsome? I can’t stop thinking about how the first wives always come back, distraught, on the verge of hysteria. You remember Aoife? She had a white streak in her dark locks, her eyes wide with fear.”

“But, milady, she was only in her sixteenth year. Young ones are different from us, yes? I suppose we possess more understanding?” Arwen was terrible at trying to make a bad situation better, but Niamh couldn’t fault her for it. There was no way out of the arrangement, one that was made twenty years ago. “Come. Take a look at your lord. He is very sharp and classy, unlike the thick brutes that normally are taking wives.” She grabbed Niamh’s hand and pulled her to the slit, pulling the white material back a little before pointing discreetly to the man who was bending down to listen to Sorcha talk in a hushed tone.

Niamh’s eyes widened because Arwen was right. Loki Laufeyson was unlike the other warrior-like lords that came to her village for a bride or two. Where the others were burly, white-haired, and rough, this one was slender and dark-haired with sharp features and piercing green eyes. There was a soft smile that played on his lips as the soft light from the sun through the white cloth covering made him look more like a faery than a giant.

“Girls,” a voice chided behind them and both turned around to see Eilís with her hands on her round hips, lips pursed and brows raised. “Niamh, you aren’t supposed to lay eyes on your betrothed until Sorcha’s say.”

“We were just seeing who was all in the tent, Aunt Eilís,” Arwen replied stone faced. Niamh was always impressed how easy it was for her best friend to lie to anyone, especially an elder. Eilís just sighed and motioned for the two to follow her, pulling back the curtain to the main entrance. She nodded to Arwen to precede, but dropped the cloth when Niamh was ready to follow.

“Eilís?”

“This lord is different from the rest, but if he should hurt you in any way, send word to me,” Eilís whispered to her, eyes flitting around to see if anyone was nearby. “Your mother might have had sight of this happening, but any after occurrences was not given.”

“But none of the girls who come back are wanted again,” Niamh whispered, her eyes looking down at the brown earth. “I don’t want to disappoint the village.”

Eilís cupped her cheek, her thumb moving gently over her cheek. “You won’t disappoint us,” she reassured her. She placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and patted her cheek before turning to go. Arwen reappeared at her side, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I’ll pray to the goddesses that you are looked after, and if you want, I made this for you if he is ever unkind to you.” Her friend pulled out a little dark sachet and placed it in Niamh’s hand.

“A hex bag?” Niamh asked, narrowing her eyes at the bag.

“Only if he’s not kind. You are like a sister to me, Niamh. I don’t want anything horrible to happen to you.”

“I’ll be fine, Arwen,” Niamh said, “you saw him. He doesn’t look like the other men that have visited us.”

“That isn’t a lie,” Arwen sighed and her eyes caught something over Niamh’s shoulder. “Looks like Sorcha’s ready for you.”

Waves of anxiety ran through Niamh’s body as she turned to see the elder smiling gently at them, her hands folded in front of her body. Her stomach rolled, feeling like there was something living in there, threatening to come out. She nodded hesitantly and walked slowly towards her, surprised her limbs were able to keep her upright.

“Your lord is ready for you, m'iníon,” Sorcha smiled, extending one wrinkled hand to her to take. Niamh took it as she took a calming breath. The older woman squeezed her hand and led her to the opening of the tent.

Everyone is there. The elders were sitting at the back of the tent as the families and others sat on the sides. The orange glow of the fire licked along every surface, casting shadows on everyone’s faces. Niamh’s eyes searched the faces she had known her whole life, eyes resting on Arwen and her aunt. Her friend gave her a gentle smile, fingers coming up to give a tiny wave before she nodded slightly to her left. Niamh followed her friend’s gesture, eyes resting on the dark-haired, lithe man with dark leather and cloth draping his body. His features seemed sharper now than they were when she and Arwen peeked through the crack earlier. He was sitting in the chair used for all the men that came to claim their wives during Beltane, the large rowen chair seemed to be even larger as this man, her betrothed, was smaller than the others. The other men seemed inhumanly tall and wider than any yew trees that she had ever seen. Where he had raven-like hair and a smooth face, the others had white hair and beards, so white that it made their rough skin look almost blue. This lord seemed to be the exact opposite of what the North King sent to her clan.

Niamh felt Sorcha pull her; she didn’t realize she was rooted at the entrance, staring at the man that she was supposed to vow her life to. She followed the elder towards the front, everyone bowing their heads as she passed. With each step she took, her stomach twisted further into knots. For the first time since finding out she was the céile maighdean, she wished her mother was there leading her, holding her hand, handing her off to a strange man with words of encouragement, not with a look like a deal was made.

“Your lordship,” Sorcha stated loudly, bowing to the raven haired man, “may I present you your betrothed, Niamh.”

His bright eyes curiously raked over her as Sorcha stepped away from her, dropping her hand. Niamh never felt so exposed as she watched him take her in slowly, and her stomach churned seeing the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. What did that look mean?

“Thank you,” the lord replied, never taking his eyes off her.

Niamh tore her eyes away from him to look at Sorcha. She knew this was where she was to go and take the seat next to him, but fear had her rooted and looking to the elder to change her mind. Sorcha’s eyes enlarged slightly as she gave the tiniest nod towards the dark lord and let go of Niamh’s hand.

#lokibingo #loki bingo #loki #loki laufeyson #loki au #loki fluff #loki x ofc #loki x original female character #loki odinson

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crematosis · 7 months

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Title: Alone in the Dark

Prompts Filled: Loki/Steve Rogers (Loki Bingo), Solitary Confinement (Whumptober)

Pairing: Loki/Steve Rogers

Created for @lokibingo and @whumptober

#whumptober2023 #lokibingo #no.3 #solitary confinement #avengers #moodboard #loki x steve

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mslaevateinn · 2 years

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Duck, Buck!

My last entry for the @marvelpetbingo !

Creator: Laevateinn (#B015 for BBB22) Square filled: Chaos for @marvelpetbingo, Flutter (adopted) for the @buckybarnesbingo and I4 Loki/Sam for the @lokibingo Rating: T Warnings: N/A Wordcount: 1000 (exactly!) Tags: crack, a bored Loki is a dangerous Loki, Loki God of Mischief, Redwing Summary: Loki randomly popping up in his quarters is nothing too alarming. Loki looking bored is quite common. Loki looking very pleased and very much like the cat who got the cream - and the canary... is not very reassuring.

Set in a post civil war verse, where eventually the Avengers regrouped, and the Asgardians are all back on Earth.

When Bucky gets out of bed that Wednesday morning, he puts on navy sweatpants, steps into his slippers, and grabs a hoodie. Not bothering with style at this hour, he only steps into the adjacent bathroom to wash his face and pee before taking the direction of the kitchen.

When Bucky passes the threshold, the first thing he sees is Loki, half laying on the counter and looking outside. He must have sensed Bucky already, so the super soldier only mumbles a hello then goes straight for the coffee maker.

Loki randomly popping up isn’t something strange. He does that fairly regularly actually, so Bucky doesn’t bother reading into it. It’s morning, he’s in the kitchen and is hungry. Food first, thoughts later.

When Bucky goes to the shared living room a few hours later to retrieve a book he forgot there the previous day, Loki is present. He looks pretty bored, but again, this is Loki so nothing out of the ordinary. He often looks like that, whether he is feeling bored or not.

Bucky ignores him dutifully, just in case his presence or actions could make the guy’s interest land on him, and leaves with his book. Not that he hates the guy - they have interesting conversations sometimes, they can bond over similar trauma, and they even have fun occasionally - but he just wants to read in peace.

The third time Bucky sees Loki is for lunch. A lot of people are here today, so they decided to have a group meal. Now, Loki mostly keeps to himself as he usually does. What makes Bucky look at him twice, is the fact he doesn’t look so bored anymore, but pensive. That, usually, doesn’t bode well when Loki is the main interested party. Nothing happens during lunch, though, so Bucky doesn’t dwell on it. He keeps it in mind, but doesn’t mention it as he leaves to prepare to do some training with Sam. While he’s made fun at their expense before, it never hurt anyone, so he isn’t worried.

What rings a few alarm bells is Loki waiting for him as he makes his way out to the area he and Sam are supposed to meet. Loki is polite and asks if he can accompany them, because he is ‘curious to see how they train’. It’s very unusual of him. While Loki is a good fighter, as their occasional sparring sessions prove, he isn’t fond of exercising and never observes anyone during training -unless he’s here to make fun of Thor.

Bucky accepts nonetheless, because Sam never said no to people observing them before, and the two of them walk in silence. When they reach the rendezvous point on the edge of the forest, Bucky realises why his subconscious rang the alarm: Loki doesn’t look bored at all anymore. He’s not smiling, but the expression on his face is one of faked disinterest. Whatever made him lose his look of boredom, Bucky is probably going to learn about it soon.

Bucky puts the thought away for now: whatever Loki did - or is about to do- he probably can’t intervene .This is also no use to wonder or stress about it, they will adapt to whatever happens, when it happens. For now, Sam. Sam who is always punctual and who should arrive anytime soon. Bucky can’t see him walking, so that means he probably will have started earlier to fly a little for fun.

A few minutes later, Bucky hears something distantly, then sees a point in the sky. Good, Sam is here. He turns to Loki to tell him Sam is about to arrive by the air, but catches himself at the last moment. Loki looks… Well, Loki suddenly looks very pleased with himself and a lot like the cat who got the cream - and the canary... This is not reassuring, at all.

Loki must feel him watching, because he turns his head and asks ‘Why the long face, Barnes?’

Something is going to go wrong. Bucky doesn’t have the time to reply before Loki looks behind him and his face breaks into a grin. Then, Bucky knows Sam is arriving because he can hear the flutter of his wings.

Except Sam’s wings don’t make normal wing sounds. They’re metal. They’re not bird wings. What’s -

“DUCK, BUCK!”

It’s the emergency -and frankly, the fear- he hears in Sam’s voice that makes him crouch, rather than the -ridiculous- order. Two seconds later, Bucky is very glad he did, because there is a zooming noise above his head, then another.

Bucky lifts his head just in time to see a dark brown feather fall down in front of him at the same time Loki starts laughing. What the hell? Where is Sam? Bucky tunes out Loki’s laughter for now, and whips his head around to try to find his friend. It isn’t very hard: Sam is flying so randomly that Bucky’s eyes catch sight of him in a few seconds. That doesn’t explain what the man is doing, but at least Bucky has a visual.

Suddenly, Bucky sees Sam and whatever he’s chasing -because he’s definitely flying after something- start to fly towards Loki and him. Why isn’t he using Redwing to intercept it?

Bucky takes a few steps back to get under a pine, then when he looks down to check if Loki has taken shelter from the upcoming charge, he finds the God of Mischief dabbing at his eyes. That’s highly suspicious, and Bucky is now 90% sure he is the one responsible for Sam’s current predicament.

The supersoldier looks up and tries to determine what Sam is chasing. It looks like… a bird? A big one, but a bird. Bucky squints, and yeah, sure, that’s a beak and a dark brown plumage. That explains the feather in his hands at least. A few seconds pass, then Bucky is able to identify the species: a falcon.

Then comes Sam’s scream.

“Stop! Come back, Redwing!”

Oh well, that would explain it.

#Laevateinn #Fanfic #Marvelpetbingo #Buckybarnesbingo2022 #lokibingo #Loki #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Loki schenanigans #redwing #crackfic

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cookiesyrup · 2 years

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Loki Bingo N3 - Stephen Strange Goes on Vacation

Title: Stephen Strange Goes on Vacation Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38826579 Square Filled: N3 - Free Space Pairing: Loki & Stephen Strange, Pre-Loki/Stephen Strange Warnings: Has very mild spoilers for MoM, but nothing plotty. Summary: Stephen Strange goes on vacation and finds someone he never expected to see again. Word Count: 1597 Written/Created for @lokibingo

#lokibingo #strangefrost #I can't believe I reached 1.5k words

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quelquechosedhorrible · 9 months

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I Can Explain, Really

@creativepromptsforwriting #379 inspired

“The stains were impossible to hide and hard to explain.”

@creativepromptfills

Written for @lokibingo

Square I3: “Oh, don’t worry; the blood isn’t mine.”

An “everybody lives in the tower as a happy found family, and, yes, Loki’s there too” fic with banter then fluff between Loki and teen!reader. And Reid is a friend’s name, so I just used it.

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You tried to be as quick and soft-footed as you could, basically gently hopping on the balls of your feet and trying to do your best impression of a gazelle as you moved down the hallways. You wore only socks as to even further minimize any noise you’d normally make. Your objective? Make it to the laundry room without running into anyone or alerting anybody to your whereabouts.

Balled up in your fist was your school gym t-shirt. All you had to do was get it washed before anybody saw you. You made one final jump, landing on the wood laminate of the laundry room. Yessss! You thought to yourself. As you opened up the washing machine, you heard a voice, low and smooth, behind you in your left ear.

“What are you up to, Y/N?”

You spun around, startled. “Shit, Loki! What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” You huffed out a breath trying to calm your rapidly beating heart.

“I asked you first. I saw you, leaping about like a graceless, newborn deer. What are you trying, and failing at I might add, to be all stealth about?” He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing you.

“What? Nothing,” you answered quickly. Too quickly.

“What are you hiding behind your back?” Loki had caught you trying to keep the hand with your shirt pinned between you and the washing machine. He didn’t wait for an answer before reaching around and yanking it from your grasp.

“Hey!” You yelled, but any further protestations we’re cut off.

“Y/N, what in the world is this?” Loki gasped as he let your shirt unfurl. There were several rather large bloodstains on the torso area. His gaze went from your gym shirt to the current shirt you were wearing, wondering what wounds you could be hiding. “Are you injured?” His brows furrowed in concern.

“No, no; it’s nothing like that.”

“Then what is it?” He demanded. “If some sniveling child at your school is harming you, I swear on Odin’s beard, I—”

Now it was your turn to cut him off, especially before he got so angry and worked up over non-existent bullying. Though you had to admit you were touched at how much he, and the other heroes, cared for you.

“Oh, don’t worry; this blood isn’t mine.”

This statement did absolutely nothing to ease his alarm.

“What?!” He shouted. Loki then realized his outburst might bring other team members to the two of you. He lowered his voice. “Have you harmed someone? Did you kill them?”

“What? No!”

“Must I help you hide a body?” In the span of a little over a minute, Loki had gone from suspicion, to concern, to earnest panic.

“For a frost giant, you have zero chill,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Also, if you’re willing to help me hide a body, I guess I can probably come to you with just about any problem I have. Good to know. No, I didn’t kill anybody.”

“Then what’s the meaning of this?” Loki gestured towards you with your bloodied shirt.

You hesitated. “Well…” You started slowly, drawing out the word. “I nailed Reid in the face with a dodgeball during PE, and Coach wrote me up.”

“Why would he write you up for an accident during class?”

“It wasn’t an accident,” you admitted looking at your feet.

“Why would you hit her in the face on purpose? I thought you and Reid were friends.”

“We had an argument, and she was being a bitch. But after I did it, her nose started bleeding, and I felt really bad about it. I apologized and gave her my shirt to hold against her face.”

Loki nodded in understanding. “Ah, that explains the blood. How did your teacher know it was on purpose? It’s my understanding the goal of this dodgeball game is to hit people with the ball, though not in the face of course.”

You were quiet. “Y/N…” Loki coaxed, his voice slightly stern.

“I might have shouted ‘Take that, you mewling quim’,” you muttered quietly.

Loki let out an audible sigh through his nose.

“I thought it’d be classier than straight up calling her a whiny c—”

“Stop,” Loki said abruptly. You were still looking towards the floor. “Y/N, look at me.”

You reluctantly looked up at him though your chin was still pointed slightly downward.

“Is Reid alright?”

“Yeah, the bleeding stopped fairly quickly. No permanent damage to her nose.”

“And did the two of you settle your differences? You’re still friends?” He asked.

“I think so; yeah.”

Loki pulled you in for a hug. “I suppose that’s what matters then.”

“Sooo..I’m not in trouble? You won’t tell the others?” You felt Loki move one of his hands to cradle the back of your head.

“No, my dear. We’ll keep this between us.”

“Thanks.” You pulled back slightly from the hug to look up at him. “Loki, do you really think I’m capable of killing someone?”

“Well, you can get incredibly angry during weekend game night,” he said with a small smile.

“Hey! I’m just really competitive; I hate losing,” you pouted.

“I know, I know; I hate losing too.” He again pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. “And I truly do hope you feel you can come to me with anything that troubles you.”

You smiled and nodded against his chest. The phone rang, and you heard Steve pick up. After a few murmured words you couldn’t make out, he bellowed, “They have in school suspension next week for doing what?!” You looked up at Loki with widened eyes.

“Perhaps you should have focused on intercepting the phone call from the school rather than washing your shirt,” Loki said looking down at you.

“Y/N!” Steve shouted from the living room.

“Loki, hide me!”

#loki x teen!reader #loki x platonic!reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki laufeyson x teen!reader #loki odinson x teen!reader

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magpiieheart · 11 months

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Title: the reasons i think that you're ill Relationship: Thor & Loki (gen) Warnings: indirect self-harm Word Count: 2,092

Written for: @lokibingo O5: "Jump off a roof. See if I care!" @thorbingo G3: "Have you told anyone else about this?"

Summary:

There was that something in Loki’s eyes, some sort of sick satisfaction. “Aren’t you going to defend your honour?” Seeing that Thor wasn’t reacting, he teased him again. “You stupid brute. You don’t have a king’s brains nor a knight’s honour. You’re nothing.” Thor punched him again, but it didn’t feel right. Loki’s grin as he anticipated it, his heavy breath, his pupils blown wide, it freaked him out. Loki is not trying to get better. Thor is always going to look after his little brother, no matter how much it hurts him.

#loki bingo #thor bingo #fanfiction #marvel #brodinsons

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gotlostonmywayhome · 1 year

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Title: A Price to Pay Pairing: Tony Stark/Loki Word Count: 584 Tags: Fantasy AU, Shifter Tony, Making a deal, Open Ending Summary: Stealing from a powerful wizard comes with consequences.

Written for several bingos: @lokibingo - B4: Witty Comebacks @frostironflashbingo - SFW Card 4: Proposal @tonystarkbingo - Myths and Legends

A Price to Pay is available to read on AO3!

#frostiron #frostiron flash bingo #tonystarkbingo #loki bingo #tony stark #loki laufeyson #fantasy au #frostiron fanfic #frostiron fanart

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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2023 Loki Bingo masterlist

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

Stories are written for: @lokibingo

B1: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Pushing boundaries

B2: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): “It’s not working out. We’re not working out.”

B3: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Blood play

B4: It’s a kind of magic (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Magician AU

B5: Obsession (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Obsessed by Maria Carey

I1: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): “I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do.”

I2: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Boarding school AU

I3: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Sugarbabe!Reader): Spoiling someone

I4: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): “Hi. I’m here to be your nurse.”

I5: Footloose (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Feelings denial

N1: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Trapped in a dream

N2: Raven-haired bastard (Professor!Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Teacher / Professor AU

N3: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Free Space

N4: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Kintsugi by Gabrielle Aplin

N5: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”

G1: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Finally // beautiful stranger by Halsey

G2: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): “My mother adores you.”

G3: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): 69

G4: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Old flame

G5: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Demigo AU

O1: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Murder mystery AU

O2: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Authority Kink

O3: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): First time

O4: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Maybe by AJ Mitchell

O5: ??? (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Grinding

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

#loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x y/n #2023 Loki Bingo masterlist #loki laufeyson x you #loki x y/n

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endlesstwanted · 1 year

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To Share Is To Care

I did this for the @domaystic day 6 prompt — Under the same umbrella, inspired by a drabble that was my first story for this pairing (read final notes), and this time I used a parallel format which helped me wrap the story in just twenty sentences!

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki

Tags: Canon Divergence, Developing Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Avengers Tower

Summary: The day of the spell was only a start; Loki and Buck still had much to share after that.

Wordcount: 507

This is also a fill for the @marvelrarepairbingo Spring Fling event prompt — Sexuality awakening, the @buckybarnesbingo prompt C4 — “Anyone out there?” and the @lokibingo prompt — Bucky Barnes.

Excerpt:

It was a raining evening when they shared an umbrella. It was an entertaining afternoon when they shared the living room’s couch. It was a mission-preparation day when they shared advice. It was a silent morning when they shared a mug. It was the night after coming back from a mission when they shared clothes.

Read more on Ao3!

Note: the “day of the spell” mentioned in the summary is a reference from my drabble Unimpressive Spell (Tumblr link)

#domaystic2023 #day6 #buckybarnesbingo2023 #lokibingo #mrpbingo #marvel fanfic #loki laufeyson #bucky barnes

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ruckystarnes · 10 months

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Title: The Cold Lord of Beltane, Chapter Three Author: RuckyStarnes Rating: Teen Event: @lokibingo, @anyfandomfluffbingo, Square: B1 - There was only one bed | B1 - cuddling Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Niamh Words: 1,908 Warnings: Summary: Niamh readies herself for her marriage, and sneaks a peek of him before the ceramony. Type: Fic

The Cold Lord of Beltane Masterlist

Chapter Three

The night seemed to linger on, Niamh’s stomach rolling with what was to come later on. Not once did the Lord, whom she had come to known as Loki, touch her, which was strange. In the past, the cold lords were like barbarians, unable to keep their hands away from their brides. Loki had not. Little bits of doubt started to ease into her mind, wondering if she had offended him or did something wrong. Through the whole feast and dance, her eyes shifted from her lap to her new husband, ignoring everything around them. This time, she caught his eye, and he smirked.

“Nervous, my dove?” he asked, his hand reaching for hers for the first time. His long fingers gently grasped her hand, sending an odd sensation through her arm and into her chest, spreading a warmth she hadn’t felt before. She looked at him, eyes wide, not moving a muscle.

“The festivities should be over soon,” he replied softly as he leaned in near her ear. An involuntary shudder wrack her body, but she nodded anyway. He unfurled his fingers and patted her forearm before withdrawing his touch, and she found herself wanting his touch again. He leaned in again, closer this time and she could feel his hot breath at her neck and ear as he spoke.

“Unless you would like me to be a ruthless heathen, hoist you over my shoulder, and stalk out of here with you with no pleasantries exchanged with your elders?”

Niamh’s neck and cheeks burned, and she turned towards him, eyes wide. It was the first time she has looked at him since she had stepped foot in the tent. He pulled back only a fraction, a teasing grin on his face as his hand came up to brush one of her flaxen locks behind her shoulder. Gooseflesh pricked at her skin as her heart hammered against the bones in her chest.

He turned away from her and leaned in towards Sorcha, whispered something to her, and the elder nodded her head. Sorcha’s eyebrows hitched and a small smile formed on her lips before giving a curt nod to him. She was looking at his face again, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Let’s go, my dove,” he smiled, standing with an outstretched hand. Niamh stared at him, the unusualness of his appearance had her in awe. His green eyes shone with mirth, like that of a playful fox kit, the corners of his mouth were curved upwards like he was amused by anything and everything. One dark brow rose as he continued to look at her, waiting for her to take his hand.It only took a few more breaths before she slowly lifted her hand, placing it softly in his cool one. As she rose, his eyes never wavered from her, even though hers flitted around to every other face inside the tent.

“They don’t matter,” he said lowly, his long fingers wrapping around her hand gently. Niamh found herself looking at him again, his pointed, yet gentle, face calmed the nerves that built up within her.

He turned towards the crowd and cleared his throat. “Thank you everyone for this celebration. We shall see ourselves to our tent on our own. Have a blessed night.” And before Niamh could even register the look on Arwen’s face, he had whisked her out of the tent, setting off towards where the bridal tent she got ready in.

The silence that hung between them was oddly comfortable. Niamh noticed her hand was still in his, held gently, and his long legs were matching her pace, not dragging her off like all the other Cold Lords. He treated her with more respect than her community did for the elders. She had remembered the last few Beltanes, the husbands wouldn’t even stay for the feast, opting to literally carry off their wives to the bridal tent to consummate their joining.

When they got to the tent, he gently opened the flap and dropped her hand, waving her to enter before him. She hesitated, unsure of what to expect when he would join her and that flap closed. He looked at her with a raised brow, his eyes glinting in the dark.

“Would you prefer to sleep in your own tent for the night?”

Niamh looked at him with wide eyes and swallowed hard. He was giving her an option that she didn’t know existed. Each girl was expected to give themselves over on their wedding night. But this lord, her lord, was not expecting that. He was willing to forgo the consummation for her own comfort. But if Sorcha should find out…

“I–think I would stay here,” she managed in a soft voice, the first words she had actually said to her new husband. Husband. The word felt foreign to her but it brought an odd comfort, one that many other girls have said brought fear.

He lifted his hand, pausing before he could touch her face. His bright green eyes roamed over her face, looking like he was debating with himself on what to do. Whatever he was thinking, he never voiced it to her.

“All right, my dove,” he stated softly, “you shall have the bed and I will settle for the chair tonight.” He walked over to one of the chairs next to the bed and sat down, leaning back slightly as he watched her. “Would you like me to close my eyes so you can undress?” There was a smirk tugging at his lips, and it made Niamh’s cheek heat up.

“If you don’t mind,” she practically whispered. She watched as he closed his eyes, the smile growing but not once did he try to peek them open as she untied her laces.

She was in the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin before she spoke, letting him know she was settled. Only then he opened his eyes, his smile still present.

“Comfortable?” he asked, leaning down to untie his foot coverings, slipping them off and setting them off to the side.

“For the most part,” she replied as an involuntary shiver ran down her spine. There was still a chill in the air, and she couldn’t get it out of her bones. His green eyes raked over her. Her body and breath stilled as her eyes met his.

He didn’t say anything as he slipped off his foot coverings and adjusted himself on the chair. “Are you okay, my dove?”

Niamh hummed an affirmation, but her body betrayed her with a shiver. “Honestly,” she tried to convince him.

“I don’t think you are being honest with me, little dove.” He shifted to stand and knelt down by the bed. Niamh tried to will her body to fight the shiver that threatened to course through her body, but lost to it.

“It’s just a wee bit cold,” she replied softly through chattering teeth. “I’ll be fine.”

She watched as his eyes traveled over her covered body, before resting his gaze back on her face. Her hands curled into the blankets and pulled them up under her chin, refusing to look away from his gaze. He was captivating even though she was still nervous that he was her husband now. His hand came up, tentatively stroking her cheek with the knuckle of his finger, smiling when she didn’t flinch.

“I’m gonna ask again. Are you okay, my dove?”

Niamh found herself unable to speak, enchanted by the way he looked.

“Niamh?” His palm pressed against her cheek gently, his thumb gently caressed her cheekbone.

“It’s cold for spring,” she whispered, “Always is when your people come here.”

“I apologize,” he whispered. Again, his eyes roamed over again, frowning at the shiver she gave. “The others said they don’t keep other sheets or hides in the wedding tent so we’d have to share the bed.”

Niamh gave a small laugh and rolled her eyes. “My friend and I always assumed that the lords hid them so us girls would have to.” She didn’t pull away from him but another shiver rolled through her.

“I won’t pressure you into it. I can just lie on top of the covers tonight,” he offered, his hand wrapping around the hers that clutched the sheet under her chin.

“Sorcha will want to examine the bed,” she whispered as she looked at him, her body feeling warm from the way it burned from thinking about what was expected.

Loki gave her a mischievous smile. He pulled his hand away from hers and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small vial that held a dark liquid. “Unlike my fellow lords, I am not barbaric like them,” he replied, eyes twinkling with what only Niamh could describe as mirth. “So if you want to–” He rolled his wrist, waving his hand by his side “–stay the way you are, we can use this.”

Niamh looked at him, her eyes wide. “That’s–”

“Hare’s, so don’t let that pretty mind work it into something it is not,” he replied, but there was no condescending tone to his words. He was still smiling as he shook the bottle gently. “They’ll never know.”

“But if Sorcha decides to examine me–”

"Don't worry, dove, you're my wife now. I am not letting anyone subject you to any one thing you do not wish to do."

Niamh stared at him. He really was different from all the others that had come in the years past. She half expected him to force the consummation, not caring about her as a person.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He leaned back, the side of his mouth tugged upwards. “Anything for you, my dove.” She noticed his eyes roam over her form again, and she fought the shiver that threatened to wrack her body. “Are you sure you don’t need any help warming up? I can lay on top of the sheet for you, keep my hands to myself.”

Niamh worried her lip with her teeth before giving a slight nod, her body moving awkwardly under the fabric to make room for him on the bed. Loki’s gaze never left hers as he slowly climbed into the bed, laying on his side so she could have more of the bed space to herself. He propped his head up on his hand, looking down at her, the amusement was still present on his face. She still was as far away as she could be from him.

“Dove,” he chuckled, his green eyes slanting in amusement, “you aren’t going to get warm all the way over there.” His other arm reached slowly for her, pulling her closer to him, keeping his hand respectfully on her side. He didn’t hide the laugh when she made a sound that was close to a mouse squeak.

“I would have moved closer if you gave me a chance,” she groused out, her hands curling under her chin. Loki just raised a dark brow and looked at her. “I would have,” she mumbled, her head leaning forward. He didn’t move as he watched her curl into him, sighing softly at the relief of the warmth she got from him.

He chuckled, watching her nuzzle in more like a newborn baby has his hand played with her blonde tresses before placing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sleep, my dove,” he whispered, “we will figure it out in the morning.”

“Unless you would like me to be a ruthless heathen, hoist you over my shoulder, and stalk out of here with you with no pleasantries exchanged with your elders?”

“Would you prefer to sleep in your own tent for the night?”

“If you don’t mind,” she practically whispered. She watched as he closed his eyes, the smile growing but not once did he try to peek them open as she untied her laces.

She was in the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin before she spoke, letting him know she was settled. Only then he opened his eyes, his smile still present.

“Comfortable?” he asked, leaning down to untie his foot coverings, slipping them off and setting them off to the side.

He didn’t say anything as he slipped off his foot coverings and adjusted himself on the chair. “Are you okay, my dove?”

Niamh hummed an affirmation, but her body betrayed her with a shiver. “Honestly,” she tried to convince him.

“It’s just a wee bit cold,” she replied softly through chattering teeth. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’m gonna ask again. Are you okay, my dove?”

Niamh found herself unable to speak, enchanted by the way he looked.

“Niamh?” His palm pressed against her cheek gently, his thumb gently caressed her cheekbone.

“It’s cold for spring,” she whispered, “Always is when your people come here.”

“I won’t pressure you into it. I can just lie on top of the covers tonight,” he offered, his hand wrapping around the hers that clutched the sheet under her chin.

“Sorcha will want to examine the bed,” she whispered as she looked at him, her body feeling warm from the way it burned from thinking about what was expected.

Niamh looked at him, her eyes wide. “That’s–”

“But if Sorcha decides to examine me–”

"Don't worry, dove, you're my wife now. I am not letting anyone subject you to any one thing you do not wish to do."

Niamh stared at him. He really was different from all the others that had come in the years past. She half expected him to force the consummation, not caring about her as a person.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He chuckled, watching her nuzzle in more like a newborn baby has his hand played with her blonde tresses before placing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sleep, my dove,” he whispered, “we will figure it out in the morning.”

#lokibingo #affb #any fandom fluff bingo #loki #loki x ofc #loki au #medieval!loki #loki x original character #loki x original female character

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crematosis · 2 years

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Crematosis’ Loki Bingo Masterpost

1. Title: Making a Deal with the Devil

Link: AO3

Square Filled: “I think this demon’s a wimp”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Tags: AU-College/University, Demon Loki, Drunken Shenanigans, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Mentions of Cancer

Summary: Loki's never met three young men more unprepared to make a demon deal, but a smart demon can find a way to make a profit from the most unlikely sources.

Word Count: 3006

2. Title: Old Blood

Link: Tumblr

Square Filled: Vampire AU

Pairing: Gen

Created for @lokibingo

#lokibingo #masterpost

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queen-of-the-avengers · 5 months

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Hangover Remedy

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: fluff, bad hangover

Summary: There's nothing worse than having a hangover went he air conditioning is broken on a hot summer day. Luckily, Loki is around to help cool you down.

Squares Filled: hangover (2023) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

The sun is peeking into your room like the menace she is. Get up, Y/N! Time to get the hell up and do something productive! You can practically hear her yell at you, and the sunlight seems to shine brighter at the thought. You groan and turn away from the window not having enough energy to get out of bed and close the curtains.

What the hell happened last night? You have a pounding headache and achy body. Tony threw a party at the compound and invited everyone he knew. Thor came over with alcohol from Asgard. Everyone knows you. They knew if he presented you with alcohol from Asgard, you’d challenge him to a drink off. You’re never the one to back down from a challenge even though everyone told you to.

Now you have a raging headache and an aching body because of it.

If you’re going to combat this hangover then you have to at least get out of bed. You roll your body off the side of the bed and plant your feet firmly on the ground. With all your strength, you stand up. The headache seems to get worse at higher elevation but you deal through the pain. Not only do you have to deal with a nasty hangover, it’s unbearably hot. Sweat sticks to your skin making your clothes cling to your body.

You walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth. If you’re not going to do anything today, you have to at least do that. You shuffle down the hallway to the kitchen where Tony is. He’s making something to eat and looks up when he hears you come in.

“We thought you were dead,” he chuckles.

“Shh.” You close your eyes and hold your finger up to silence him. “You’re too loud.” You open the fridge and grab a cold bottle of water. You chug half of it. “Turn the air on, would ya?”

“No can do. The air conditioning unit is busted.”

“You’re Tony Stark. How can your air conditioning be broken?”

“Since you’re the one who overloaded Friday when you sprayed alcohol all over the motherboard.”

“Sorry,” you wince.

“Tell that to everyone else. I’m outta here. I’m going to Pepper’s house where it’s cold. The repair guy is coming later today to fix it.”

Tony grabs a water bottle and leaves the kitchen. You sigh and walk into the living room to see Loki sitting on the couch reading a book. If he knows you’ve entered the room he doesn’t show it. You walk over to the couch and sit next to him, and he peeks at you from over the top of the book.

“Rough night?” he smirks.

“Shut up.”

“I told you not to outdrink Thor. You weren't going to win.”

“Scold me tomorrow. Right now, I need total silence.”

Loki goes back to reading his book while you lean your head on the back of the couch. It’s still uncomfortably hot inside the compound so there’s not a position on the couch that feels good. Since you and Loki are on the same couch, every movement you exert makes him move. He sighs in frustration and lowers his book.

“Stop moving.”

“It’s hot in here.” You use your hands to shift on the couch when you feel something cool radiate onto your hand. You touch Loki’s arm which is cold to the touch. “You’re freezing!”

“One of the perks of being a Frost Giant, love.”

You don’t think twice about what you’re about to do. You immediately cling to his side and allow his skin to cool your own. He hates other people touching him but when he sees the content look on your face, he decides that maybe this isn’t so bad. He shifts on the couch to make it more comfortable for the both of you, and he wraps an arm around your body. He opens his book back up and continues to read as if you’re not there.

His cool skin and your raging hangover are enough to make you fall back asleep. You stay like this for the rest of the afternoon. Before the sun sets, Thor, Tony, and Steve come back from wherever they are with laughter in the air and smiles on their faces. Loki glares at them from across the room which makes them stop in their tracks.

“If one of you wakes her up, I’m stabbing all three of you.”

“He’s serious,” Thor whispers. “We should go.”

Loki smirks at their retreating figures and smiles when he feels you snuggle closer to him.

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