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chubbypie · 2 months

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Feast for the Eyes

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "Can I request a Loki x reader where Loki is working out and reader can't stop staring at him…👀😁🥴" - Requested by @lokisgoodgirl :)

Summary: A good Saturday morning means for you a gym workout. The only problem is, that the man you're into thinks exactly the same... And you just can't take your eyes off him...

Warnings: This is pure thirst, guys... And for drooling over our favourite Norse God. Also, a bit of suggestive smut and swear words.

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: @lokisgoodgirl asked for Loki thirst and here I am to deliver! To write that one was so much fun! I hope you like it! ;)

It was a normal Saturday morning in the Avengers compound. A few were on missions, others were in their quarters, in the kitchen, living room – or elsewhere distributed around the compound. My personal plan this morning was to do a workout. I loved a good workout early in the mornings. So, my feet led me to the gym, barely after I had my bowl of muesli. Like I said, it was a normal morning - that was at least what I thought. Turned out it quite wasn't...

The reason why I headed to the gym so early was that I enjoyed to work out alone. Not that I had something against company, certainly not, but if the company was nobody else but the God of Mischief, I preferred to be alone. Why? One simple reason. Since Loki joined the Avengers a few months ago, I had developed a really big crush on the Asgardian Prince - which only got worse the more time I spent with him. A few might question his personality and especially his past, but I didn't. Why should I? We all made mistakes. We all had a past - and Loki's certainly hadn't been easy. To others, Loki was a war criminal. To me, he was the epitome of the perfect man. He was extremely smart, cunning, silver-tongued, mischievous and utterly charming. Not to mention his good looks. Damn, that man was gorgeous, sculpted by Gods no doubt. Those sharp cheekbones, oceanic blue eyes and long raven hair. I could only imagine how handsome he looked underneath those clothes... Did that thought led quite often to not so innocent thoughts? Yes, yes it did.

After my quick breakfast, I made my way down the hallways, off to the gym. When I opened the big door, I was already happy that my plan was seemingly a complete success and that I had the gym for my own - that was until I saw him - and my smile dropped, butterflies running wild inside my belly. Loki… He had his back towards me, was currently on the treadmill. His raven locks were bound together into a manbun. A muscle shirt adorned his upper body and some loose athletic shorts hung low on his hips. I swallowed hard, tried to take my eyes off of him - but my attempts were rather less successful; let's put it that way. They were literally glued to him, feasting upon what they saw. How the muscles of his back and calves flexed with every step he made; or how the veins on his arms were visible with every sway. I swallowed hard. This was going to be a funny workout... After what felt like hours, I was finally able to tear my gaze apart from him. Just in time... Loki got slower on the treadmill, before he stopped the gym machine and stepped down. His oceanic blue eyes met mine, causing me to smile awkwardly and blurt out an even more awkward 'Good morning'. Loki smirked, grabbed the bottle with water, standing beside the treadmill and twisted off the cap, "Good morning, Y/N. Already working out as well?" before he took a long swig. I nodded. "Uh.Huh. You too?" I squeezed my eyes shut and facepalmed myself internally. You too? Really Y/N? Ugh... It couldn't have been more embarrassing, could it? "Yes. I enjoy a good morning workout." He said, winking, then made his way over to the leg press. As Loki passed me by, I caught a whiff of his cologne, causing me to almost faint right then and there. It was a mix of cedarwood, leather and musk. Damn, I thought. Get yourself together! I took a deep breath, then proceeded to start my training with some workout exercises, like squats, sit-ups and deadlifts to warm up.

I tried desperately to stay focused and to concentrate on my workout, but failed miserably. My eyes wandered every so often over to the God of Mischief. It was like a magnetic pull. I just couldn't stop looking. Seeing Loki work out had something utterly hypnotising - and let's be honest... It was sexy as hell. I managed to get approximately three sit-ups done, until my focus transitioned back to the drop-dead handsome man across the room. He was still at the leg press, moving his legs up and down - what had caused his athletic shorts to ride up, exposing a pair of strong thighs. Thighs, perfect to sit on. Wait, what? I caught myself thinking that not so innocent thought and was utterly embarrassed about it. I didn't want to sexualise Loki that hard... But it was true, though... Those thighs could carry my weight with ease... I bit my lip. Y/N! I yelled at myself internally. Stop that! I shook my head, tried to shake of those thoughts and to return to do my sit-ups.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, had the God of Mischief quickly caught up on what was going on here... Of course, he had noticed how Y/N stared at him the whole time. How could he not? It was quite obvious. She wasn't really subtle and didn't make a good job in hiding the attraction she felt towards him. And Loki? Loki wasn't upset at all. On the contrary... He felt flattered and quite liked what he did to her. The Asgardian Prince knew as well, that the young woman across the room had a huge crush on him. That was quite obvious as well. Good, that Loki felt the same. He couldn't deny that he liked what he saw either. Y/N was a beautiful woman, no doubt. She was good-hearted, smart, witty and utterly kind. He would make her his. It was just a matter of time. But for now, the God decided to tease her a bit and to give her a show; something to look at. A mischievous smile scurried over his lips, as the perfect idea crossed his mind. He knew exactly what to do. So, Loki stood up from the leg press and moved over to the Lat Pulldown Machine. He sat down, placed the bottle of water on the ground beside him and went to work. As soon as he noticed Y/N looking at him once again, he stopped and pretended to take a small break. He took a few deep breaths and drank something, before he put his plan into action. Loki put the water bottle aside again, grabbed the hem of his muscle shirt - and pulled the piece of clothing over his head, leaving him shirtless. He threw the shirt to the ground beside him and reached for the handle of the gym machine. Once he had made the first pulldown, his gaze wandered subtly back to Y/N. Loki saw how her eyes had widened, mouth agape. Goal achieved, he thought, smirking and continued his workout.

I had expected a lot, really... But certainly not, that Loki would take off his shirt. I needed to look twice to make sure that I didn't dream. But once my thirsty brain had processed what my eyes saw and realisation hit me, I almost had a heart attack. I was sure of it. A gasp left my lips; my brain short circuiting. The only thing running through my mind was 'Loki' and 'shirtless'. Okay, I should add, that I had never seen him shirtless before. This was a whole new experience for me. My eyes widened, jaw dropping. That was it. I abandoned my workout completely and just stared at Loki, mouth watering. I couldn't help myself but to take in every inch of his bare upper body. He was strong and muscular, with broad shoulders. I witnessed his muscles flex with every pulldown; his abs clearly visible. A thin layer of sweat covered his pec's, glistening in the morning sun. A few droplets were running down his abs, digging its way through the fine dark hairs there, which were leading in a delicious line down his belly and disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. I swallowed hard, was definitely on the verge of drooling. Ugh... What a man... I was so occupied with thirsting and drooling over Loki, that I didn't notice someone else entering the gym, until a very familiar voice urged to my ears, ripping me out of my hazy state. "Take a picture, Y/N. It lasts longer." Nat said to me, smirking and winking, as she passed me by. Realisation hit me once again - and it felt like getting hit by a truck. She saw me. She noticed. She knew. I felt how my cheeks turned beet red. Fuck.

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chubbypie · 2 months

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Welcome to the Hostile F*cks Library! A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE This collection list is COMPLETE.

These fics can be read as one-shots/two-parters or chronologically as a thinly plotted series.

Each "event" will have a duo of fics, following an infuriatingly smug Avenger!Loki and a Y/N trying desperately not to staple things to his sexy face.

All of them will contain smut. Hostile smut*. The first entry in each duo contains light, thirsty smut, and the second...filth, friends. Filth. 1. The Wetsuit (w/c 3.2k) 2. The Wetsuit: Tight Passageways (w/c 3.1k)

3. Full Throttle (w/c 3.1k) 4. Full Throttle: Motel ( w/c 3.2k)

5. The Red Dress (w/c 3.7k) 6. The Red Dress: Ruined (w/c 2.5k)

7. Highland Fling (w/c 3.6k) 8. Highland Fling: The Battlements (2.8k)

9. Crossed Swords (w/c 4.2k) 10.Crossed Swords: To the Hilt (3.3k) 11. Captain's Orders (w/c 4.3k) 12. Captain's Orders: New Depths (w/c 3.8k) 13. Hot & Bothered (w/c 4.6k) 14. Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack (w/c 4.2k) 15. Bow to Me (w/c 4.2k) 16. Bow to Me: Quivering (w/c 3.8k) 17. Holy Orders (w/c 3.6k) 18. Holy Orders: Mercy (w/c 3.2k) 19. Final Bids (w/c 4.8k) 20. Final Bids: Love Wins (w/c 3.8k) Epilogue. Public Relations (2.2k)

Beautiful collection moodboard by @mochie85 - thank you my queen! *Hostile, but consensual.

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chubbypie · 2 months

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Ella thinks Narfi coming along means her parents won’t love her anymore but they prove her wrong by loving them both so so so much

Infinite Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella and Narfi

Summary: Ella struggles with adapting to the situation that she's not the only child anymore, who needs her parents attention.

Warnings: angst, a lot of fluff, Ella being afraid and hurt

Word Count: 2,9k

a/n: I hope you like this fic, my friend! It wasn't easy for me to write this. Hurting Ella hurts me. 🥺 But I hope it's good nevertheless! 🤗

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The first few weeks with a newborn baby were always stressful, tiring and a little bit chaotic - sure; but nevertheless was it a wonderful, exciting experience. After all, you finally get to hold your very own flesh and blood in your hands.

At least this is how it went with Ella - and now that Narfi had arrived, you and also Loki hoped that it would be the same way. Well, the only big difference was, that the little boy was your second child. Ella didn't have an older sibling when she arrived, but suddenly, she was the older sibling - and that was something that ghosted through your mind. It occupied you. And of course, it didn't slip your husband's notice...

Loki tiptoed into the kitchen and placed the two boxes of pizza he just got on the kitchen counter, before he decided to return to the cosiness, which was his sofa.

When he left to get the food, you and Narfi were sound asleep. Therefore, he anticipated that this would still be the case, but when he entered the living room, the god found you sitting on the sofa and breastfeeding his son. All your attention was on the two-and-a-half-weeks-old infant. Your eyes never left Narfi, as you cradled him with both hands and arms safely close to your chest. You didn't even notice Loki.

He smiled; didn't want to interrupt this precious moment at all costs and just decided to watch you for a little while - until he couldn't hold himself back any longer...

Cautiously - not to startle you, he made his way over to you. "I see you both are awake?" He whispered; gaining your attention. Loki's heart skipped a beat at how your eyes lit up when you see him.

"Hey, I- Yes, we- Babe?" You cut off your own sentence, as you watched Loki climb on the sofa beside you and laid down; moving to rest his head on your lap. "What are you doing?" You asked; giggling softly. "What does it look like, my love?" He answered with a smirk, before pressing his cheek against your soft, hoodie clad tummy and wrapped a hand around your hip. The other went to help you steady Narfi's tiny, fragile head; his hand swallowing yours whole.

You giggled again. "Cuddling?"

"Mmph." Was all the god mumbled into the fabric of your hoodie.

"But babe... I can't cuddle now. I need to feed our baby boy. He's hungry." "So?" Loki mumbled against you. "You do the feeding, I do the cuddling." "Teamwork?" You asked; grinning. "As always, my love."

So, you kept on nursing Narfi, while Loki was giving you - and his little prince cuddles.

Once your son was finished, you moved him to rest against your shoulder, in order to burp him. This caused his little legs to dangle dangerously close to Loki's face - who wasn't bothered by that at all. Quite the opposite... He smiled lovingly up at you and his baby, while one of his big hands went to gently touch the boy's tiny foot. Narfi wore a footless romper; therefore met his thumb soft, warm, cerulean skin. Loki chuckled; eyes glued to Narfi's feet. "I still can't believe how utterly tiny his feet and toes are, my love... Even my thumb is bigger. It's so sweet." He lifted his head a few inches to pepper the little boy's feet with kisses.

You giggled; shaking your head at your husband. "For you, yes! You weren't the one who had to squeeze him out of your body! Narfi is huge in comparison to how small Ella was..." Loki smiled; blue eyes gazing up in yours. "I know, my love. And I'm so, so proud of you." He took one of your hand and brushed his lips over your knuckles; leaving a few small kisses.

It was a sweet moment and kind of romantic - until you were finally successful in burping Narfi; causing the both of you to laugh together.

"Babe, I'm afraid you have to get up now. I need to put him down. The little man needs some more sleep." Your husband smiled; gesturing to his upper body. "Lay him down. He can sleep on my chest." You couldn't help but smile as well and carefully lifted Narfi from your shoulder to lay onto his father's chest. The small Frost Giant didn't like the loss of your warmth and his mama at all; face scrunching up in a rather loud, protestant cry - but once he realised that he was laying on his daddy's chest and was now covered with a blanket, he calmed down. "Shhh, little prince..." Loki whispered; pressing his lips on the infant's forehead. "Daddy's got you."

Once Narfi was asleep and Loki's head settled on your lap, a pleasant silence settled over the both of you. The only 'noise' was a soft purr leaving Loki's lips now and then, since you were running your fingers gently through his raven curls and massaged his scalp.

"Babe?" "Mhhh?" You could tell that your husband was absolutely relaxed. A content smile was on his lips; eyes closed as he softly stroked his son's back with his thumb. You giggled; tracing the contours of his chiselled jaw and cheek bones now. "You still with me?" "Mhm, of course." You paused for a second; eyes lingering on his handsome face.

"Can we talk about something? It's... been on my mind for quite a while..." The god opened his eyes again. "Sure, darling. What is it?"

You bit your lip; hesitating for a moment. "Ella."

Loki frowned softly. "Ella?"

You nodded. "I... I'm a bit worried..." "About?" You felt how Loki's 'free' hand searched for yours; fingers slipping through yours. You sighed softly. "I know that Ella wanted a sibling. We all wanted Ella to have a sibling. And I know that she loves Narfi, but... But what if she... Gets jealous someday? Or sad? Because we can't give her more attention. We both know that Narfi's going to take a lot of our attention - which is normal, since he's a tiny baby, but... You know what I'm trying to say..."

Loki swallowed visibly, before he nodded. "I have to admit that I've been already thinking about this, too... Quite a few times actually." "Yeah?" Your husband nodded again; adjusting the baby on his chest. "I just hope this isn't going to happen, love. I hope our worries are unjustified." You twirled a loose raven curl around your finger. "I hope so, too..."

"I am honestly afraid that our princess is going to think one day that we don't love her anymore - or well... Less than Narfi..." Loki said quietly; fear and worry swinging within his voice. You shook your head, "Babe, no. Don't let your mind wander to such dark places. This is never going to happen, okay? We won't let this happen." and cupped his cheeks again; gazing deeply into his eyes. He swallowed; nodding. "Okay."

Unfortunately, life was anything but fair and it came how it had to come... Exactly what you and Loki wanted not to happen and prevent from happening, happened...

It came creeping; sneaking up on you and Loki - over weeks. Months. Loki was the first to notice... How Ella distanced herself more and more. From Narfi. From you. From him. She spent more time alone; mostly withdrawn in her room. The happy, quirky girl she once was, had slowly turned into a very quiet and sad girl. She was a master in hiding it, though. Well... No wonder with the God of Mischief being her father. Ella had learned from the best. And perhaps she was able to trick her mother - but not Loki...

"Is she asleep?" Loki's quiet voice rang through the bedroom. He was seated on the bed; one hand firmly wrapped around the edge of Narfi's little crib, as he was gently rocking the bed; trying to lull his son to sleep.

You nodded; closing the bedroom door behind yourself, "She is." and stepped over to join Loki in the bed. You immediately laid down; taking Loki with you and cuddled up against his chest.

You were so utterly exhausted and tired.

Your husband pulled you closer; gently tucking you in and making sure that the duvet was tightly wrapped around you. "Mhhh," you sighed in content; almost drifting off to sleep. Unlike you, Loki couldn't think of something else than his princess and her behaviour. It was only all too familiar.

"Love?" "Mhhm?" "I..." He swallowed hard; couldn't resist the urge to talk with you about this. He'd have loved to just let you rest and sleep, because he knew you needed it, but... Loki couldn't.

"I think we failed." "Failed wha'?" You asked; nuzzling his left pec.

"Ella."

The name hit you straight into the face - like a punch, and caused you to be wide awake again. You propped yourself up on your elbow; placing the other hand on the middle of your husband's chest.

"What do you mean?"

Loki sighed. "Can you remember the conversation we had quite a few months ago? About Ella getting sad or jealous, because we have to give her little brother more attention?" Your eyes widened at his words in realisation.

"I think she..." Your husband had to take a deep breath. "I think she thinks we don't love her anymore. At least not as much as Narfi." "W-What makes you think that?" He swallowed hard. "She... She pretends everything is alright, but it isn't. I can see through the illusion. She isolates herself, spends more time alone in her room. Her smile is never reaching her eyes. I should know, because..." Loki paused for a moment; trying to hold back the tears. "I did the exact same when I was a child."

You blinked; several thoughts flooding your brain. You didn't know what to say or feel for a moment - until it hit you. Shock. Sadness. Fear. But most of all, disgust. You were utterly disgusted... Disgusted of yourself.

"I'm disgusting..." You muttered to yourself as you were trying to sort your thoughts and feelings.

"Apologies, what did you say, love?"

Tears started to fill your eyes and were soon rolling down your cheeks. "I-I said I'm disgusting." Loki looked at you shocked. Appalled. "What in all the nine realms makes you think of yourself like that?!" "I-I didn't notice, Loki. I didn't notice my own daughter is struggling. How could I not see that?!" You shook your head. "I'm such a bad mother - no, I'm the wor-"

That was the moment Loki had to intervene. He couldn't let you speak so ill of yourself.

"Darling, no." He cut you off, "Please stop right there." and immediately reached for your hands; intertwined them with his. "You are a lot of things, my love... Sometimes stubborn, little bit of clumsy and once in a while overthinking - but you are not a bad mother. No. Not even in the slightest. I want to never hear you say that." "B-But-" "Ah!" The god lifted a finger; rebuked you. "No buts. You are not. You couldn't have seen it, because Ella knows how to keep up the perfect illusion - just like me."

Loki raised one hand to gently wipe your tears away. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?" You just nodded, having a hard time to keep your crying under control to not wake Narfi.

"O-Okay..." Your husband leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead, before he started to move and leave the bed. "And I'm going to talk to her now."

Your eyes followed his movements. "Now?"

"Now."

"But she's asleep?"

Loki quietly opened the door of the bedroom, but looked back at you. "No, I don't think so."

Loki's heart got heavier and heavier, the closer he stepped towards his daughter's room - and it broke entirely, when he already heard soft sobs coming undoubtedly from the other side of the door. That was the moment he realised that he had been right. Probably with everything he talked with you about.

Loki had never wished to be so wrong in his life before than in that moment.

Usually, Loki - and you, always knocked before entering your daughter's room. Sure, she was just a child yet, but you wanted to show her early on, that this was her privacy. Her safe haven. But today, Loki opened the door quietly without knocking. He had to. He knew that if he would've knocked, that Ella would've put up the illusion again - and he didn't want that.

"Ella..." He softly called out her name and switched on her dimmed nightlight; heart aching with the sight of her. The little girl flinched and quickly scrambled to wipe her tears away and get herself together. "D-Daddy?"

Putting up the illusion. But it was already too late. Loki knew.

"W-What are you doing here?" She gave him a half-smile, causing Loki to immediately shake his head. "No, please..." He said; moving to sit on her bed and staring at her reddened face and puffy eyes. It felt for Loki like he got pulled back in time. He saw himself in Ella. The small boy, who wanted nothing more than the same love and attention his brother received from his father.

He swallowed hard.

"Don't, my sweet princess... Please, I know something is wrong. Don't shut me out. Tell me what is bothering you." Ella pulled her legs up against her chest and averted her father's gaze, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I-I-I..." She sobbed; then shook her head.

Loki had to fight his own tears.

"Please," he begged softly. "I want to be here for you. I want to help you."

Sure, Loki had a guess what was going on, but he wanted to hear it from Ella.

The little girl wiped her tears away with her shirt sleeve and bravely tried to face her father again.

"I... I am afraid that... That y-you and m-mommy don't love m-me anymore, n-now that Narfi is here." She finally poured out her heart to Loki - and the god knew that it was coming, but nevertheless felt her words like he's been stabbed in the heart. The pain was on the borderline of unbearable.

"I-I know Narfi needs a-a lot of attention, because... Because h-he's a baby, but..." Ella grimaced; trying desperately to suppress fresh tears - unsuccessfully. "I m-miss you s-so much, daddy... A-And mommy, t-too," she cried.

That gave Loki the rest. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He felt like throwing up - all at once. To see his daughter so broken straight up broke his heart.

All his fatherly instincts told him to somehow fix this; make Ella feel better. Comfort her. It was all he could think about - so he did. Without thinking twice or wasting any more second, he climbed on the way too small bed for his height and pulled the little girl into the tightest hug he could give her, without hurting her.

Ella practically melted into his arms; still crying. She clung onto him. Her father was everything she ever needed.

"Oh Ella..." Loki whispered - almost whimpering. "My sweet, precious princess..." He ran his hand through the girl's identical raven curls; breathing in her scent. His tears dropped onto the pillow. "I'm sorry. We are so sorry. Mommy and I never... Never wanted this to happen. We love you, I promise. With all our hearts." He paused; fighting another wave of tears. "I love you, princess. Words are not enough to tell you how much. You are so, so special, sweet girl. I promise you, we are going to spend more time with you again. We miss you, too."

Loki pulled slightly back from the hug; just enough to look into his daughter's red, puffy eyes. "Okay, princess?"

Ella nodded; giving him a soft smile. "I... I'm sorry for being jealous of Narfi. He's my brother and I love him, but... I-I just couldn't help myself." Loki swallowed hard. He knew that feeling. "I know, sweetheart. I know exactly how you feel. See, I felt the same back when I was a child." The girl's eyes widened. "Really?" He nodded. "Yes. Your uncle Thor got way much more attention from your grandfather than I did." "But... Uncle Thor is older!" Loki chuckled gently at Ella's words. "He indeed is, but... Thor was more important than I was."

She shook her head. "That's not fair, daddy. Why?" Loki sighed; the memories of his past flooding his brain. "That, my princess, is a story for another time. When you're older, alright?" "Alright."

Loki smiled. "And now come here. I want to cuddle you aaaaall night." Ella giggled. "But daddy, I have to sleep!" He nodded; switching off her nightlight. "I'm sure we can manage both." The god paused then; hesitating for a moment. "Do you even want me to stay?" Another giggle from Ella. "Yes!" Loki felt how Ella climbed on top of him and laid down on his upper body; head placed on his chest, legs and feet angled beside his legs and arms resting by his side.

Just when she was a baby, Loki thought with a smile. He had placed Ella often on his chest when she was tiny and helped her sleep. Seems like it was still working. The god smiled even brighter.

"Good night, princess." He pressed a kiss on Ella's head. "I love you." She cuddled closer underneath the blanket; closing her eyes. The little girl was so much more calm now. "Night, daddy. Love you, too."

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chubbypie · 3 months

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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬

he always used it as an excuse to get lost in his books or take a trip to the library

and though you weren’t much of a reader, you tagged along on his journeys, as long as you could stop off somewhere and get some ice cream.

it felt as if he picked each book in the library on the shelf and read the blurb before contemplating for five minutes whether he wanted the book or not.

so you left him to do his thing while you wandered off, pretending to be interested in the books when you were actually thinking about what flavour of ice cream you wanted.

until you actually found a book or two that actually caught your interest.

once he was done, he always apologised for taking so long

but you didn’t mind because it gave you time to settle for your ice cream flavours, which was all of them, plus whatever else you wanted.

you wouldn’t take any longer than ten minutes having previously had two hours to think about what it was that you wanted.

when you got back home, you removed your jackets as he dried both your drenched clothes with his seidr.

you each took your favourite seats on the sofa and he started reading one of his many books while struggling to find a film to watch.

by the time you found a rom-com you’ve probably seen more times than you could count, loki was already a quarter of a way through one of the smaller books that would have taken you at least a day to read.

halfway through his second book, you tediously watched the credits roll down the screen and listened to the rain smashing against the windows.

switching off the tv just before letting out a drowsy yawn, you crawled across the sofa to Loki finally laying down with your head on his lap.

“would you like us to go and lay down?” he closed his book, thumb still between the pages to keep his place.

you shook your head, nuzzling it further into his lap to find another comfortable position, “i want you to read to me.”

he placed his free hand on your shoulder, moving his thumb in circles.

“i don’t believe you will enjoy it very much,” his soft voice just about made it to your ears.

you closed your eyes once again tuning into the sound of the rain, “just want to hear your voice,” you said yawning for the second time.

“shall i wake you up in an hour?”

a small smile crept upon your face at the fact he knew you were going to fall asleep within a few minutes of him reading.

you hummed in response adjusting your head for the last time before hearing his gentle voice as you drifted off.

you often woke up from your nap, snuggled in your bed to kisses being pressed against your shoulder.

“one hour is up my darling,” he whispered to your skin.

you tried to get up straight away so you could spend the rest of your day together, but you’d always end up sleeping for an extra twenty minutes.

when you woke for the second and final time of the day, that’s exactly when you would find soft snores coming from the god beside you.

returning the favour he gave to you, you let him sleep for a bit while you put something together for lunch.

sometimes he’d wake up in time to help wash the dirty dishes, or in other cases, you’d climb back into the bed and run your fingers through his hair, admiring his sleeping features until he woke up.

after you both finished eating, you spent the rest of the afternoon playing board games, watching documentaries, and baking before ending the evening with either a home-cooked meal or a take away.

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chubbypie · 3 months

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can ya do a loki knife collection hc! like he shows off his collection to the reader :DD thanks!

𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

he carried most of his knives in his pocket dimension, but kept the meaningful ones under lock and key in a wall-mounted glass case on display in his room.

like the pair his mother got him, and that one time when thor actually bought him something he liked for his birthday, plus a couple other ones.

but every single one of them held some sort of meaning to him, and that's why he never showed them off to anyone, besides you.

it took him a little over an hour to get through his collection, telling stories in between where it felt necessary.

"these ones are my favourite."

"they're pink."

"it is nice to know you aren't colour-blind. a young girl gave them to me before she died."

needless to say, that shut you up.

he rarely ever used them though. apparently, they were 'cute but deadly', and he had no means to harm anyone to that extent.

not yet at least. the little girl spent her last words telling him to use it to protect those he loved, and only you and thor were on that list.

but neither of you needed to know that.

you could see where the pink paint was chipping off at the handle, but he didn't mind. it was nothing he couldn't fix.

his second favourite was the first pair he ever owned...well half of his first pair as thor stole and lost one of the daggers.

the handle was a dark green and the blade itself was black with gold carvings.

he made them himself back on asgard when they had to craft a weapon. he took his sweet time carving beautiful patterns onto the blade, trying to make it look better than everyone else's, and they did. hence why thor stole it.

it never stopped him from using it, though just to threaten thor with. he thought it seemed reasonable.

he even went as far as showing you his least favourite.

sadly, they were a gift from his father and he couldn't bring himself to use them since finding out his true heritage which was a shame really, because he really loved them.

he never told you that, but you remembered thor mentioning it once or twice.

another pair he hated wasn't his, but he stole it after a chambermaid had 'accidentally' stabbed him in the back with it when he was looking at his jotun form in the mirror.

again, it was only one dagger, but he'd have to be really pissed off to use it. so one was enough.

they both reminded him of who he truly was which was why they barely saw the light of day.

a few months after he showed you his collection, you had someone make him a gold pair with emeralds and his name engraved in cursive on them.

"i don't know what to say."

"well, do you like it?"

"this is probably the most beautiful thing on this planet." besides you. "i love it."

a/n: this one was quite challenging, but i hope it's okay !! :D xx

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So Stephen Strange x female reader x loki where they help reader control her powers. Fluff plz

Reader has magic and telekinesis

Here you go @stygianoir, I hope you enjoy it xx

Distractions

Summary: Your boyfriends, Loki and Stephen Strange, work together to help you control your power since they know your mind intimately. Warnings: 18+ only, fluff, magic, daggers, praise WC: ~900

“If you are to rely on your telekinesis, you need to strengthen your mind.” Loki said as he produced a green foam stress ball with a wave of his hand. “You need to be able to focus, even if there are distractions.”

He lobbed the ball from where he was levitating with your power and you flinched, reaching out to catch the ball but dropping him in the process. Loki fell to the floor and sent a warning glare at Stephen as he leapt back to his feet before straightening his black suit jacket and smoothing the dark locks that had fallen around his face. Stephen pressed his lips together in an attempt to stop himself from commenting on Loki's fall, instead trying to focus on the scripture that he had been reading.

“This is stupid.” You sighed and took a seat on the wooden floors of the sanctum, crossing your legs as you tried to calm your mind. “I’m never going to be able to control this.”

“You don’t need to control your power.” Stephen assured you as he rolled the scroll up and tucked it until his belt. “You need to trust it, trust your instincts.”

You watched curiously as Stephen cast a spell, a golden barbed lasso erupting from his fingers and heading straight towards you. You didn’t have time to think as you threw your hands up, the door to the library tearing from its hinges to protect you as the barbs buried themselves deep in the wood. The sparks disappeared and Stephen stepped around your makeshift shield with a proud smile.

“There you go, darling. You were just overthinking.” He said as pulled you to your feet and gave you a soft kiss. “Believe in yourself.”

“You could have hurt her.” Loki growled as he ran his hands over you, checking for any sign you had caught a wayward barb.

“Have a little faith in her abilities, Loki.” Stephen rolled his eyes and started to make his way back to the chair.

“Oh, I do.” He chuckled before producing a dagger in from his suit jacket. “I’d stake your life on it.”

Loki flipped the dagger in his palm, raising it to his shoulder before throwing it at Stephen’s back.

“Enough!” You shouted as your power exploded from your body. Light erupted from your palms and the dagger was pulled from its trajectory, curving back on itself until the hilt struck your palm and your finger enclosed it. You expected Stephen to lash out and fire back but he was too busy smiling at you, not an ounce of anger held for Loki.

“Told you it would work.” Stephen said with a wicked grin in Loki’s direction before he held up his finger to you. “Now before you say anything, just remember how it felt when you reached for the dagger, how you wrapped it with your power. Can you feel it?”

Loki stepped up behind you, his hands coming to rest on your waist as Stephen mirrored him in front, their presence working to distract you from your task. You closed your eyes, picturing the moment you reached for the dagger and nodded as you felt the memory like a lingering touch on your skin. It was as familiar as your lovers’ touches but peculiar enough to differentiate.

You felt their lips caressing both sides of your neck before you heard Loki’s quiet whisper in your ear. “Good, now catch.”

You didn’t even have to open your eyes, your mind feeling the disturbance in the air above your head. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the stretch of your power arc over your heads like an umbrella and stopped the chandelier from crushing the three of you under its weight. Focusing on the bolt that had been undone, you mentally pushed back and raised the huge light fixture back to the ceiling and spun the nut and bolt until it was tight and secured before sagging with exhaustion.

“Well done, love.” Loki praised as he watched your finesse with awe. “That was extraordinary.”

“Agreed.” Stephen echoed as he rose off the floor with the assistance of his cloak and double checked the bolt. “I couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Loki’s long fingers laced with yours and he lifted them to his cool lips. “How are you feeling?”

Your yawn escaped before an answer could and he chuckled before sweeping you off your feet.

“You’ll be able to exert more power without feeling drained soon enough, but for now you need to rest.” Loki looked to Stephen as his feet touched down. “Bedroom, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Stephen’s hand circled the air and a portal opened in front of you, opening right in front of your bed. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

Loki stepped through as you looked over his shoulder with a pout. “You’re not joining us?”

Stephen shook his head with a reassuring smile. “Later, I’m needed in Hong Kong. Something about a sandstorm blowing through the Sanctum there. Amateurs.”

He blew a kiss and you swore you felt the warmth of his lips on your cheek before the portal closed behind you. You tried to stay awake, waiting for Stephen to join you but as Loki wrapped you in his arms you couldn’t fight the exhaustion any longer. You fell into a deep slumber to a quiet song that Loki was humming in his native tongue, the melody as soft and sweet as him.

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The play.

Teachers pet, kinda enemy to lovers.

Part 1.

Sumarry: you try for the role of Juliet at your university´s annual big play. But there is one problem, Professor Hiddleston. The man seems to hate you. And you don't have a clue why.

Warnings: none, yet 😏

Ps: It's my first time writing a two parts pece. English is not my first language, so pardon me if there are things incoherent. Hope you all have a blissful time reading it!!!

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It was the last week of November, and the casting for the annual famous University´s play had started. And you though about trying for the main role.

As the day of the audition came, you and your friend, Amy, headed to the university´s theater. She wasn´t going to audition, she just went to support you.

As you entered the theater, it was full of girls. You told yourself that you were trying it just for fun, but deep in your mind, you knew you wanted the role. You started to panic. But the real anxiety came when you saw him, Professor Hiddleston, seating at the casting committee. Now you knew you surely wouldn´t get the role.

" Amy, look who is one of the casting people. It´s him!"

" y/n, he doesn´t hate you."

"Of course he does. Since the first day i stepped at this university! All my essays are short commented, rudely comented, i could say. I never got a maximum grade, no matter how hard i tryed, it´s like he has something against me."

"You do think highly of yourself, y/n. He has hundred of students, but he will not like specially you. He would search your essay between all of then to screw your grade." Your best friend said with sarcasm. You knew she was probably right. But still, it was to much of a coincidence. Two years of him being your teacher and always the same results.

Of course you wouldn´t confront him about it. Who were you to do something like that? He was the head of his departament, in one of the best colleges of the world! Probaly he would tell you how lucky you are to be in his class and maybe you didn´t studied enough, that´s why you didn´t get a maximum grade.

In reality, you were one of the best students of your class, only loosing to some guy who was repeting the semester. Nobody got maximum grade on his exams, but you got so close so many times that it bothered you. One time, you even saw him talking to some other girl, complementing her essay, saying it was well written, and with good arguments. She didn´t even went that well at his classes! You grew to hate him after some time. If you couldn´t please him, even giving your soul at your texts, you decided to start to ignore him at all.

It was your time to get on stage. With script in hand, you got up the stairs and looked forward, seeing him and other two female professors. Behind then was Amy, all smiles and thumbs up, mouthering for you to relax and have fun. The play this year would be Romeo and Juliet, following the tradition of always beeing some Sheakspeare one. The Romeo was already casted, and they were seeing who would have more chemistry with him. He got close to you and greeted. "Nice to meet you, i´m Ivan"

"Nice to meet you too, i´m y/n."

"You are so lucky you are already casted." You say with a smile and he chuckles. "Good luck." He says before the professors interupt your chat so you could begin the audution.

When you got out of the stage, one of the professors told you that the resoults would be anounced in a couple of days.

"How was i?" You asked Amy as you walked through the halls of the building. "You were good. I believe the odds are in your favor. By the way, how did you feel being on stage, even for an audition? Did you like it?"

"It feels incredible! It´s like i am a child againg and i´m playing some game, and you really get in to the spirit of the game, you know. I remember that one day a classmate of mine told me i wasn´t so good at it, so i desanimated, but i think i´ll try again this time." You confessed, but you put a smile on your face in the end.

"Do not listen to others, i bet that person was just a mean kid. Never listen to negative people." Amy said as she put a hand on your shoulder. You two lived at the same buildind, but not at the same floor. However, you spent all time togheter.

A couple of days passed, and you received the notice that you didn´t get the role. You spent the day upset, with Amy trying to cheer you up by buying you cocoa all the time, since it was winter.

The next day you were already better, having moved on. A week passed when you got a call from one professor of the casting committee, asking if you would still accept the role. She explained that the other girl who got the part had a serious fight with Ivan, so she quited, and you were one of their choises. You happily accepted. You were in pure extasy when you told Amy, and, at that night, you went to comemorate at your favorite restaurant. On the next day you got a text saying for you to be in the theater as soon as your classes were finished.

The end of the afternoon came. You got in the theater and headed to the stage. they gave you the whole script of the play and introduced you to the group of actors. Every one of them welcomed you with a warm hug.

You couldn´t believe this.

That day you were told the herealsals schedules and other things you needed to know.

When you were heading out of the theater, you felt Professor hiddleston´s gaze at you. You tried not to look at him before, at stage, but now, you looked back, holding the gaze for a fraction of second. He had an unreadable expression, the same as always when he rarely happened to look at you.

Weeks went by. Holidays came and went. The play would be in february, happening in four days: 9, 11, 14 and 16.

It was january, and you would rehease from monday to friday. The days of the presentation were coming, and you were growing more and more nervous. Amy would only come back from her parent´s house at february first, so, until there, you were by yourself.

Today Amy was coming back, and you decided to make a little feast for her, so you´d spent the day catching up.

The next day you went to the rehease, taking Amy with you, after she pestered you to. "Okay, just don´t drive attention to yourself, otherwise i will be in trouble." You warned. "Trust me, i´m as silent as a ghost."

You got on stage and looked for Ivan, who you now became very good friends with. "y/n, Ivan couldn´t make today, he said he is with a terrible headache since yesterday and can´t get out of bed, but tomorrow he said he´ll be here no matter what. In this case, today you will be reheasing with someone else, he will be here in a minute."

"Ok." You responded. You felt bad for Ivan.

After some time, distracted, you looked at your friend's direction an saw her face go pale. What happened to her? It seemed like she got terrible news. She nooded, so you would look to your side. On the moment you glanced to your left, you saw Professor Hiddleston standing right where Ivan should.

You couldn´t believe it.

Was it a joke?

An alusination?

Then you remembered your friend´s pale face. "Okay. Let´s start! Everyone, to your positions." Screamed one person of the director´s crew.

'It is just for a few hours, you can do this. Tomorrow Ivan will be here.' You though.

The reheasal began.

The professor was good. To good to be true. He didn´t need a script, he had all the Shakespeare plays in his head. Of courese he did!

You were intimidated by his performance. Why would they get any other Romeo when there was him?

As the play went by, you remebered specific scenes where some touching would be involved. You freezed at the thought.

You didn´t want to be touched by him. It terrified you. His coldness towars you had always beeing something that really made you unconfortable. You just didn´t want to admit it to not hurt yourself. You saw how nice he was to everyone, all smiles, laughs, complements all the time and nice notes on their essays. It seemed like he really, really, had something against you. So, thinking about the touching parts, or even the kiss, OH MY GOD, the KISS! It freeked you out!

The first touch came. A slight hands touching . Gosh, how his hands were warm!

The second touch. He hold tight your arm against his. You could feel his toned arm beside your torso.

Touches came and touches went by. And then, the kissing part. You were still, and he, like he was doing nothing much, leaned and gave you a long peck on your lips, while holding both of your arms. You froze for a second, blank expression.

The play continued.

At the end, your muscles were sore for being tense for so long.

"Hi, y/n. I hope i made a good Ivan substitute. I know my acting skills don´t even get near his." You heard a voice behind you as you untied your Elisabethan skirt that was on top of your grey sweatpants.

You stiffed again at his voice.

You continued untying and looked at him with indiference in your gaze.

"You were good, sir. Very good actually." You said trying to not sound nervous.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. I felt you really tensed today. I just wanted to say that you should relax more, don´t take this as a running marathon, just breath and enjoy the play. Relax more."

"I´ll do better tomorrow, sir." You said as you saw him leaving the stage.

"What was that?" Amy asked.

"Did i look nervous?"

"No, at least not in my opinion."

You explained why Ivan missed today and all the situation to your friend while you headed to have dinner.

"So, i have to ask, what did he tell you? At the end. I saw he came to you."

"He just told me that i was too tense and i should relax more. 'it´s not a running marathon'." You say imitating his voice.

While you were eating you noticed Amy was looking at you in a weird way.

"What?" You ask confused.

"Nah, it´s nothing." She glances down at her food.

"Hey. Say it. You can´t do that and just shut!"

"Fine. Soo, how was having Professor Hiddleston all touchy and stuff? I know you hate the man, but you can´t deny how yummi he is. I could see the jealousy on the face of his female professor collegues who were working at the play." She grinns devilishly.

"Amy! I´ll not answer that! I can´t believe you just asked me such thing!" You say a little irritated and shy at the same time.

"You ordered me to ask, it´s your fault." She says laughing. "Now answer me, how was he?"

"Well, to be honest, i was to nervous to notice much. In the first act, when he holded my hands, his were incredibly hot, or maybe mine was to cold, you know why." You say shyly.

"Gosh, i imagine they were soft."

"Actually, they were a little cauloused. I think it´s because of the gym. It must be because of it, he didn´t get that shape out of nowhere."

Your best friend laughed, as she never imagined she´d hear you talking about him in that way.

"But how was the kiss? That was what i´ve been really wondering!"

"You know, a normal kiss." You say as you feel your cheeks heat, then you took a sip of your drink and desviated your look.

"Sure, normal kisses always makes someone blush like this." She says teasingly.

"His lips are really thin, so i got a little of the taste of his beard too, to be honest. His nose brushed on mine, on the last scene."

"Well, i think that was enough for today, otherwise you´d be as red as a pepper." As she quietly mumbled that, you looked disaprovingly at her.

"Speaking of the devil..." Amy said as she looked behind you, seeing the professor entering the bar. In two years you had never seen him here. So you had an excuse to be shocked. Suddenly, he passed through your table.

"Hello, girls." He greeted with his usual polite smile and a wave of his hand.

"Hello." You both said at the same time. He seated near the wall. Aparently, he was expecting someone.

After five minutes, a couple and another woman showed. They all greated and sat togheter.

"I can´t believe this, our table give us privilege view to his!" Amy said excitedly.

"Hey, do not look at their direction." You whispered.

"Y/n, they do not have the same access to look at us so freely. Besides, we just wanna know what they are doing here."

"Talk for yourself."

"Uhum." She sarcastically hummed.

Soon you finished eating, then, ordered a desert.

"I don´t know, y/n. But he doesn´t seem confortable."

"What do you mean?"

"I think i just saw the woman on his side reach his hand under the table and he barely touched it. Actully, he more flinched away then touched."

"Well, maybe it´s his girlfriend and he is mad at her. And they are on a double date, that´s why of the other couple."

" Oh my god, i think i know what is happening! The couple is a friend of his and is trying to find a partner for him. It can´t be his girlfriend, otherwise they would be closer and he´d touch her, no matter how much mad he was at her, he doesn´t seems the tipe of guy who lacks communication. I think that, if he was mad, he would resolve it at the time. He wouldn´t give the silence treatment. He is to sweet for that." She says looking kindly to him.

You roll your eyes at her words.

When you finished your desert, you paid and headed to the exit. But just for curiosity, you glanced at his direction, seeing that he actually was unconfortable. His legs were positioned tightly togheter and hers was brushing his shamelessly, like if she didn´t care if anyone would see it.

You could say you felt bad for him. Wasn´t the other couple noticing his expression and his to curved shoulders?

Amy noticed you staring at them.

"Do you wanna save him?" She asked.

"What? No way! The man already hates me, imagine if i just went to talk to him while he is hanging out with his friends?"

"Girl, you know he is to much of a gentleman to give her false hopes. And his friends? He´s beeing kiking the guy´s foot who is seating next to him for a while now, and he just seems to mouth to him to relax more and stuff."

"Come on, the man is clearly almost being harassed."

"He is a big boy, he can handle it by himself. Besides, he has his friends who are seeing what is happening."

"To relax more." You gave a small chuckle remembering what he told you earlier.

"Don´t be a meanni. Come on, i´ll go with you. Just say you´d like to ask him some things about the play, and it has to be now, because you wanna hearearse it at home sitll today. Ask if he can give you any tips on how to relax more."

"You really though this through it seems. " You say looking at her.

"Maybe, maybe not. I guess we´ll nevr know." She innocently says.

At her words, you decided to go. He already didn´t treat you to well, how could it be worse? And if it gets to bad, you can just change classes after all.

You and your friend approach his table. The professor and the other three people look at you.

"Hi." You say extremely embarased.

"Hi." They all responded.

Your friend touched your lower back to remeber you why you were doing that.

"W-Well, sorry bothering you, but i-i really need to speak to Mr. Hiddleston, it´s about the play. It´s important!"

You felt like you could die, right there, at that moment. He looked at you with his unreadable expression that apparently he saved just for you. He got up and excused himself to a place near the bathrooms, where there was no loud noise.

"What do you need to say, y/n?" He said in an emotioneless voice.

"I was thinking about what you said early, at the theater, about relaxing more during the play. I wanted to know if you have any tips to give to me, since you do know what you do on stage." You say with an involuntary submissive look. Always looking up. Your slight size difference being noticeable now.

"In my opinion, get used to the script. If you know the play really well, you fell like you can 'play' with it. You can feel what and how should be done with each scene. Adding to it, do some breathing exercises before getting on stage, also stretch, maybe. Wear something more warm, perhaps can help." He responded to your question in kind of a confused face (and something else you didn't recognise). Maybe he was wondering: Did you really interrupted my night out just to ask me this?

"Th-thank you for your tips, sir. I´m sorry again for interrupting your dinner. It´s just that i wanna rehearse it tonight already, to get more used before the day of the play." You answer with a teethless smile.

"Ok, if that´s all, i shall return to my table. Good night, y/n." He said coldly.

"Good night, sir."

As he headed to his table, you couldn´t believe in what you just had made. He looked kinda angry to be honest. Not looking you in the eye and stuff. You coud feel he´d rather be enywhere else than there, having this little conversation with you. Jesus, did he really hated you that much?

#fanfics #loki #loki laufeyson #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddelston loki #teacher x student

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How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

pairings Loki x reader warnings none, teeth rotting fluff

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Since Loki is from Asgard, he never heard of Valentines Day before until you told him about it. It’s a strange and rather dumb concept for him. Why does he need a day dedicated to show his love for you? Shouldn’t he be doing this every day? So, you don’t expect anything from him on Valentines Day, which is fine by you because as said, he shows you every day how much you mean to him. But once again the god of mischief surprises you, and probably himself. As you sit down into your chair and open the book you are currently reading a little note falls out of it, together with a pressed flower. You furrow your eyebrows and take a closer look at the note. “Happy Valentines Day, my queen. I love you to Asgard and back” You smile at this little gesture and are straddled as you suddenly hear a voice. “Mind if I join?” It’s Loki, leaning against the door frame casually, smiling at you softly. You shake your head and make room for him so he can snuggle up against you. As he is set next to you he pulls a blanket over the two of you and wraps and arm around your shoulders. Happily you lean against him. He gives you a quick kiss on your head before gently taking the book from you and starting to read it to you, his voice having a soothing and calming effect on you. You smile even wider and curl up in his chest, eventually falling asleep like this.

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Embracing Radiance

Pairing: Loki x gn! reader

Words: 1.1k +

Warning/Content: slight angst but mostly fluff, insecure reader, the reader undresses in front of Loki (but nothing really explicit activity happening), established relationship, no use of y/n | lmk if there is more

Synopsis: Loki becomes a source of strength and love for the reader who faces body-shaming at work. Through tender affirmations and intimate kisses, Loki proves that beauty is all about embracing their unique radiance.

A/N: Sooooo my first ever fanfiction! Please note that english isn't my first language so there is a possibility of some errors. Hope you all like this!

The evening sun cast a warm glow across the city, painting the buildings in hues of orange and pink. As the day came to a close, Loki lounged in the living room of the apartment he shared with you, awaiting your return. The door creaked open, and he looked up to see you enter, a weariness etched across your face.

"Darling, you're home," Loki greeted, rising from his seat with a gentle smile. He could sense something was amiss as he observed the way you carried yourself. Your shoulders slumped, and your eyes, once filled with spark, now seemed clouded with a burden. You offered a weak smile in return, kicking off your shoes and making your way towards the living room. Loki walked over to you, concern evident in his emerald eyes. "What troubles you, my love? You don't seem okay."

You sighed, a heavy exhale escaping your lips as you sank into the plush couch. Loki took a seat beside you, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's just been one of those days, Loki," you confessed, avoiding his gaze. Loki tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me, my sweet, what has transpired to cast this shadow upon your radiant countenance?"

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to confide in him. "I overheard some hurtful comments at work today. People were talking about my body, making me feel like I'm not good enough, like I should change the way I look."

Loki's expression shifted from curiosity to indignation. "They dare to criticize you? By the Nine Realms, such insolence!" He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead. "You are perfect just the way you are, and anyone who says otherwise knows not the true essence of beauty." You nestled into his embrace, finding solace in his words. "I know I shouldn't let their words affect me, but it's hard, Loki. It's hard not to internalize their negativity."

Loki lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Listen to me, my love. Their words hold no weight. You are exquisite, a marvel crafted by the gods themselves. Your spirit, your mind, and yes, your body—all are divine. Do not let the shallow opinions of mortals lose your perception of self."

A small smile played on your lips, appreciating Loki's unwavering support. "Thank you, Loki. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine." Loki's eyes softened as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "You are my heart, and I will not allow anyone to dim your light. Now, let me show you just how breathtaking you are."

With that, Loki stood, offering his hand to lead you to the bedroom. Intrigued by his proposal, you followed him, the warmth of his hand comforting. As you entered the dimly lit room, candles flickered, casting a soft glow that danced upon the walls.

Loki turned to you, his gaze filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Undress for me, my love, and let me unveil the beauty that is rightfully mine to adore."

A hint of blush colored your cheeks, but there was a magnetic pull in Loki's gaze that made you feel desired rather than self-conscious. You slowly removed your clothes, each garment falling away as Loki watched with a hunger that wasn't merely physical but emotional—a yearning to connect with the vulnerability you shared.

Once you stood before him, exposed in more ways than one, Loki's eyes roamed your form, appreciating every curve and contour. He stepped closer, tracing his fingers delicately along the lines of your body.

"You are a masterpiece." he whispered, his breath sending shivers across your skin. "From the curve of your neck to the gentle slope of your shoulders, every inch of you is a testament to the divine artistry of creation."

Loki dropped to his knees, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your foot. "This, my love, is a symbol of your journey—the paths you've walked and the steps you've taken. It is beautiful."

He continued his trail of kisses, looking up from time to time stealing glances of your reaction, moving upwards with each gentle caress. "Your knees, strong and resilient, have carried you through the storms of life. They are a testament to your strength."

His lips lingered on your thighs, and he spoke with reverence, "These, the canvas upon which life's tales are written. Every scar, every mark, tells a story of battles fought and victories won. They are a testament to your courage."

Loki stood, his eyes locking onto yours. "Your hips, a gateway to passion and pleasure. They are a celebration of desire and a testament to the allure that lies within you."

He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close. A shiver runs across your body as his cold fingertips touch you. "Your abdomen, the core of your being. It houses the fire that fuels your spirit."

Loki pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone. "Your chest, the home to your heart. It beats with a rhythm that is uniquely yours, and it is a testament to the love that defines you."

He looked deep into your eyes, his voice softening. "Your arms, the embodiment of your embrace. They offer comfort, strength, and support. They are a testament to the love you share."

Loki brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, the intensity of his emotions conveyed through the connection of your mouths. "And your lips, my love, are the seal of our love—a testament to the union of our souls."

As he spoke, Loki's words became a soothing balm, healing the wounds inflicted by the world outside. With each kiss, he unraveled the layers of insecurity, leaving behind a trail of affirmation and adoration.

"You are magnificent." Loki says, his eyes locking onto yours. "Do not let the opinions of others taint the truth of your worth. You are a celestial being, and in my eyes, you will forever shine for me."

Loki's words and soft kisses ended you flustered, and your body as always, asking for more. It was an intoxicating blend of mischief in his eyes along with his tender touch. The weight that had burdened your spirit began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence and self-love. Loki's words had the power to transform, to elevate, and you found yourself grateful for the depth of his understanding and the sincerity of his love.

In the arms of Loki, you found not just a lover but a partner who saw beyond the surface and cherished the essence of who you truly were—a radiant soul worthy of love and admiration.

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