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your-highnessmarvel · 2 years
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The Muse
Requested by Anonymous: hello! could you please do a loki fluff where the reader goes to the living area to draw and they see him reading and they decide to draw a portrait of him, but they get caught in the process. when he asks why they're drawing him, their reason is bc they find him cute and then loki gets flustered?
AN: I haven’t written loki fluff in so loooooong
Warnings: none
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You hadn’t intended on doing this. Really, all you’d wanted was to go to the common room in the castle and draw the setting sun in the window. But a certain dark-haired prince was nestled on a love seat, completely immersed in his book that he had not even lifted a brow at your entrance.
You’d tried in vain to draw the room. The window. The plant beside your chosen seat. But every time, you found yourself including a certain someone within your work. 
So you ripped all the pages out, surrounding yourself by balls of paper, and just said, screw it! Your pencil scribbled against the page as you drew the long, elegant outline of him, bent over this fascinating book. His long, straight nose. That jaw, as if cut out of stone by the Gods. Those long, luscious locks, pushed behind his ears. Those intense, gleaming eyes.
Something about drawing him eased you. Maybe his immaculate silence. His impenetrable stillness. His hands soothing the page whenever he flipped it. 
He was addicting to watch. You drew the shadows along his neck, the ones cast by the sun along his hands. The smoothness of his cheeks and the dark, regal green of his coat.
You must have been too immersed in your work to register any noise because the next thing you knew, when you looked up, was Loki sitting straight as a rod, the book folded in his lap, staring at you.
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“May I help you?” he asked, pointedly staring at the sketchbook in your hands.
“Um.”
He got up, so quick and so smooth, his coat not even making a ruffling noise. He walked towards you, carefully, and when he reached you, he gestured his chin down at the sketchbook that you now held against your chest. “What have we here?” he asked. 
You blushed. “Nothing, just the window.” You gulped when you saw his eyes squint.
“Somehow, I highly doubt that,” he responded. “I’m not an idiot and I’m certainly not anyone’s muse. At least, not for free.”
At that, you blushed even deeper.
“Hand it over, now,” the prince ordered. 
With shaking hands, you bent the sketchbook back and into Loki’s hands.
You saw the moment he recognized himself, his eyes going slightly rounder. He scanned the page, noticing every detail, every shadow, every aspect of himself. You doubted anyone had drew him so utterly accurate before. 
He swallowed slowly. “This is...” he fumbled, pink crawling onto his cheeks. “That is me.”
“Yes.” You felt dumb, just sitting there. 
“I’m... uh...” he backed up, and for a second, you were scared he’d run away with your work. “Um, no one has ever... drawn me this way.”
Your mouth twitched to one side. “Well, I’ve had time.”
Loki’s eyes met yours. “You’ve drawn me before?”
“No!” You sat up straighter. “I mean, now, I’ve been here for hours just... drawing you.”
Loki’s cheeks went so pink it was adorable and he swallowed hard. 
“I’m not a creep,” you assured him. “I come here a lot, to draw. And then, you were just there. You have amazing lines.”
“Lines?”
“Yeah, it’s ... it’s an art thing.”
Loki nodded slowly. “Can I... can I take this?” he asked.
Your brows raised in surprise. “Yeah, of course.”
Loki carefully ripped the page from the sketchbook. Then he looked down at you and smiled, flustered. “I’ll be here again tomorrow, if ever... if ever you need inspiration again.” Then he turned and left the common room, yours eyes trailing after him.
You smiled. There was no doubt you’d come back here tomorrow.
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