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your hot

My hot?

I mean, you are.

And whatever is yours is hot.

I will, eventually, shoot you.

Mmm, can't wait ;).

How do you want the gun? Down your throat or up your ass?

How about you come over and test it out any way?

Excuse me? Who are you exactly? Mm...such a vile little man.

He’s not worth our time, trust me.

Anyone who bothers you, my darling is always worth my time.

I was thinking maybe we turn him into the rat he is. Our maybe something smaller, like an ant.

Benjamin Poindexter gave Loki a slow once over, eyes flicking from his body to the smug expression. He then smiled, a sharp and mean grin, slightly entertained.

“Oh, Your Majesty,” Dex said dryly, pressing a hand to his chest in mock reverence. “Or should I call you God? Bless you.”

Then his gaze slid toward Nadja.

“I’m pretty sure Voss is fully capable of defending herself,” he said casually. “She doesn’t need to be guarded by some mystical penis with a superiority complex.”

Loki stepped forward. "See, you and I, we are very different." His gaze darkened.

"I do not do it because she is not capable," the edges of his mouth slid up to a dark grin, "I do it because any partner of mine should not have to deal with anything as filthy as you." Loki reached out, pulling a small speck of dust off Dex's shoulder and flicked it away.

"She is capable, more than."

your hot

My hot?

I mean, you are.

And whatever is yours is hot.

I will, eventually, shoot you.

Mmm, can't wait ;).

How do you want the gun? Down your throat or up your ass?

How about you come over and test it out any way?

Excuse me? Who are you exactly? Mm...such a vile little man.

He’s not worth our time, trust me.

#nadja voss #loki rp #mcu rp #marvel rp #marvel oc #mcu oc #nadja’s thoughts #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson rp #loki marvel

Anyone who bothers you, my darling is always worth my time.

I was thinking maybe we turn him into the rat he is. Our maybe something smaller, like an ant.

your hot

My hot?

I mean, you are.

And whatever is yours is hot.

I will, eventually, shoot you.

Mmm, can't wait ;).

How do you want the gun? Down your throat or up your ass?

How about you come over and test it out any way?

Excuse me? Who are you exactly? Mm...such a vile little man.

A tough period was the thing that kept me off of socials. But I think the time spent offline is what kept us close. And pulled us even closer when no one else saw.

Loki discovered cameras on film. Noir and classy because and I quote, he sees me “radiating with colours even through monotones.”

So here’s some pictures @la-lokilaufeyson took of me these past months. We traveled. We saw and we loved. The places and each other.

#nadja’s thoughts #mcu rp #marvel rp #loki rp #mcu oc #marvel oc #nadja voss

The one of you with the paint brush is one of my absolute favourites, love.

The last time I felt this happy I had the Asgardian sun on my face. This is so much more than that.

The Day of Lovers is approaching, do you have a sweetheart to spend the day with or are you celebrating the platonic love you hold for your friends and family instead? Do you have a special meal planned ❔️or will you be buying the chocolates that go on sale the next day? Did you receive many cards, candies, or carnations throughout your schooling?

I’m sure my “roommate” has an opinion about this. He calls these celebrations “A Commercially Engineered Nonsense Ritual”

@la-lokilaufeyson

#mcu rp #marvel rp #loki rp

That is because it is. Regardless I have still gotten you flowers for your studio and chocolates for when you arrive home.

Loki sat in his room with the door cracked late at night. The soft lamplight seeped from the open door, lighting the hallway with a streak of dim orange glow. His feet on the floor was the only thing that grounded him as he took in his reflection in the mirror.

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

Her brows knitted together. He was a creature of late nights she knew, but she felt something was off. She padded toward the hallway, carefully, and out of habit, her instincts sharpened by years of knowing when something was off.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

Nadja stopped just short of the door, her fingers hovering over the frame. When she noticed him, it wasn’t quite Loki, but a tall, blue slightly glowing skin creature, staring in the mirror, almost crouching from his height.

Her breath caught sharply, a sound she couldn’t swallow fast enough. Her pulse roared in her ears as her eyes lifted, finally taking him in, up and down. The blue of his skin was wrong and beautiful and terrifying all at once, the red of his eyes cut through her like a blade.

@la-lokilaufeyson

As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"Nadja." A green shimmer encapsulated him for milliseconds, and suddenly, he looked like himself again. His cheeks flushed with a pale blue, his expression giving away the embarrassment of her seeing him that way.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

Nadja stopped mid step when the shimmer washed over him. For a second, she wondered if she’d imagined it. Sleep hallucinations she was used to having. Her eyes searched his human face but the faint blue still lingered beneath his skin like a soft bruise.

“Oh,” she breathed, stupidly eloquent as ever. She shook her head once, as if that might reorganize her thoughts or at least wake her up properly.

“I—” She gestured vaguely between him and the mirror, then let her hand fall. “Okay so... Either I’m still dreaming, or you’re very bad at keeping secrets.”

She took one more step toward him, her expression reassuring. “What—Happened exactly? Are you.. ok?” Her voice was softer than she wanted to let out.

"It - sometimes gets exhausting..." He breathed out, "too keep it up.. to keep myself looking Asgardian."

For the first time in the weeks he'd spent with Nadja, he looked ashamed of everything be was.

He patted the bed next to him for her to sit.

"There are 9 realms." He said, "Are you aware of them?"

He glanced at his now Asgardian looking face in the mirror before turning his gaze back to her sleepy form.

Sleep clung to her like fog but it didn’t dull the way her chest ached when she heard the exhaustion in his voice. Her gaze softened, as sleepy as she was then she crossed the room and sat beside him on the bed, folding her legs under herself.

She watched his reflection too, the mask of him, and then turned her attention back to the Loki beside her, the one who sounded tired in a way no god should have to be. She nodded softly.

“Mmh…” she murmured, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “I know the universe is… bigger than people pretend it is.” Nadja smiled a bit crooked. “I’ve had enough accidents, powers, and cosmic nonsense in my life to stop believing we’re alone or special.”

Her eyes followed his movements, the way his chest rose so slow as if he was afraid to breathe. She wanted to hold his hand, to reassure him, but her hand twitched instead.

"Oh - you are special." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

He looked away from her, shame etched on his face.

"One of the 9 realms is Jotunheim." He said almost like he hated it. "Home of frost giants. The giants that Asgard went to war with. My father..." there was a breath before he corrected "Odin, found a baby.. a small Jotun baby and took it back to asgard, raising it as his own.. me."

He looked at Nadja for a moment. "I look horrific when I can't hold my form"

Nadja listened to him without interrupting, finally waking properly when his words settled into her chest.

She tilted her head, studying him in that slow, unguarded way that only comes at three in the morning. She felt this familiarity she hasn’t felt in ages.

“Horrific?” she repeated softly, almost amused. A small huff of a laugh escaped her. “Loki,” she said, her voice still gentle, “that’s… not even remotely the word I’d use.”

She hesitated a bit, her fingers toying with her t-shirt.

“I’ve seen a lot of faces,” she admitted. “Some human. Some very much not. And I’m not saying this to be nice or comforting or poetic.”

She met his eyes.

“You are, without exaggeration, the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” She let out a soft chuckle again. “And not because you look Asgardian,” she added. “Or because you’re a god or—because you glow when you’re smug as hell.”

Nadja paused then bit her lip softly, studying his face liek a map.

“You were blue. And you looked…so tall still and—powerful. And sad and real. Somehow…”

She blabbed but she still tried to make sense of his true form. The woman then shifted slightly closer, her shoulder pressing into his arm this time on purpose.

“You’re not a monster,” she said simply. “You’re someone who was told his whole life to hide in order to be loved. And you don’t have to hold your form here,” she murmured then her fingers twitched just slightly closer to his.

“Not with me. Not in this room. Not in the middle of the night when you’re tired of pretending.”

He took a long moment to think before looking at her. He reached downand grabbed her hand before he sighed, his form slowly growing as his skin turned an icy blue.

He looked away from her as the color of his eyes changed. Lines of frost traced down his face, and he placed at himself in the mirror again. There was another soft breath as he tipped the mirror face down and looked back at her, his hand now much bigger than hers

At the sight of his full Jötunn form, Nadja opened her mouth to say something. Her eyes scanned his new face, his larger palms and his eyes, but something inside her softened. She squeezed his hand back, her small fingers curling around his. Her thumb brushed over his knuckles, trying to ground him.

“Hey,” she whispered, “Look at me..” She placed a hand on his shoulder as she looked at him back in the mirror. “I’m still here. And do you know what I see?” she went on softly, her fingers tracing his blue skin. “Someone brave enough to stop hiding. And someone who trusted me with something sacred. Your.. true form.”

He looked at her with something in his chest he couldn't quite explain. His eyes, for just a split second looked at her lips before meeting her eyes.

"It must have been fate that brought us together. Of all the universes and time periods, I could have dropped into anywhere."

He squeezed her hand and brought it up to his cheek, pressing her warm palm to his cool skin.

"Instead, I stumbled over the paints in your apartment and met you."

His voice dropped low to a murmur. "I must be the luckiest man in the world."

Nadja froze but she didn’t pull away. Something inside her tightened sharply, like a hand around her throat. His skin was cold against her palm, shockingly so, yet she leaned into it anyway, instinct overriding memory. Her thumb brushed his cheek slowly and his words echoed too loudly in her head.

“Luckiest man in the world.” She murmured back.

“Don’t—” Her voice came out softer than intended. “Don’t say that.”

Nadja swallowed, forcing herself to look back at him, her eyes getting glassy.

“I’m not… of great importance,” she said quietly. “I don’t bend fate and I don’t bring good things. People who say things like that about me—” she faltered, just a second “—they don’t end well.”

Her fingers curled tighter against his cheek, as if she were afraid he would back away.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, Loki, I—,” she whispered. “You’ve already had enough taken from you. I don’t want to be another… catalyst.”

"Nadja," he reached up with his other hand and held her face like it was the most fragile thing he's ever touched.

"We can't both be a catalyst now can we, darling? That's all I've been my entire life. You think I'm scared?" A soft smile came across his face.

"There is nothing I'd be afraid of losing other than you." He whispered.

His red eyes looked deep into hers, and for just a split second, his eyes started to water. A qui er could be seen in his lip before he reeled it in, removing hi hands from her face and looked away.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

She reached for his hand again firmly and tugged gently until he turned back toward her. The movement was small but demanding. His skin was cold, electric in comparison to her warm hands.

Her other hand lifted, cupping his face and tracing her thumb just below his eye.

“I’m afraid to lose you too,” she admitted in a low tone. “Truly. And I don’t know what to do with this feeling.” She swallowed.

“Because I felt it once before,” she went on, eyes shining now but unwavering, “and it cost me my life. But right now…” she whispered, leaning closer, “…I don’t want to run from it. I don’t want to calculate outcomes or tempt fate or pretend this doesn’t exist.”

Her thumb traced a small, unconscious arc along his cheek.

“I just want to be with you,” Nadja smiled softl. “With you. Not the version you think is safer or the one you wear for the world.”

She met his gaze fully, red eyes reflected in her own.

“And I wish I could kiss you right now but you’re so tall you look like an Avatar and I don’t have my highest heels with me tonight.” She finally said, unable to keep a cheeky smile away from her lips before looking down at her bare feet on the wooden floor.

"You can kiss me, but it will be rather chilly." He said softly. "You are very cheeky even in moments, I think everything might just fall apart again."

He leaned down for her, his hand pushing back a stray piece of hair. He was close enough now that his breath mingled with hers. It wasn't warm, no. Every small exhale was like a soft breeze gracing her face.

"I also do not know what an 'avatar' is," he grinned, "but I will take your word for it."

He would let her chose to lean in.

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

@la-lokilaufeyson

As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

“Oh,” she breathed, stupidly eloquent as ever. She shook her head once, as if that might reorganize her thoughts or at least wake her up properly.

“I—” She gestured vaguely between him and the mirror, then let her hand fall. “Okay so... Either I’m still dreaming, or you’re very bad at keeping secrets.”

She took one more step toward him, her expression reassuring. “What—Happened exactly? Are you.. ok?” Her voice was softer than she wanted to let out.

"It - sometimes gets exhausting..." He breathed out, "too keep it up.. to keep myself looking Asgardian."

For the first time in the weeks he'd spent with Nadja, he looked ashamed of everything be was.

He patted the bed next to him for her to sit.

"There are 9 realms." He said, "Are you aware of them?"

He glanced at his now Asgardian looking face in the mirror before turning his gaze back to her sleepy form.

She watched his reflection too, the mask of him, and then turned her attention back to the Loki beside her, the one who sounded tired in a way no god should have to be. She nodded softly.

Her eyes followed his movements, the way his chest rose so slow as if he was afraid to breathe. She wanted to hold his hand, to reassure him, but her hand twitched instead.

"Oh - you are special." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

He looked away from her, shame etched on his face.

He looked at Nadja for a moment. "I look horrific when I can't hold my form"

Nadja listened to him without interrupting, finally waking properly when his words settled into her chest.

She tilted her head, studying him in that slow, unguarded way that only comes at three in the morning. She felt this familiarity she hasn’t felt in ages.

“Horrific?” she repeated softly, almost amused. A small huff of a laugh escaped her. “Loki,” she said, her voice still gentle, “that’s… not even remotely the word I’d use.”

She hesitated a bit, her fingers toying with her t-shirt.

“I’ve seen a lot of faces,” she admitted. “Some human. Some very much not. And I’m not saying this to be nice or comforting or poetic.”

She met his eyes.

Nadja paused then bit her lip softly, studying his face liek a map.

“You were blue. And you looked…so tall still and—powerful. And sad and real. Somehow…”

She blabbed but she still tried to make sense of his true form. The woman then shifted slightly closer, her shoulder pressing into his arm this time on purpose.

“Not with me. Not in this room. Not in the middle of the night when you’re tired of pretending.”

He took a long moment to think before looking at her. He reached downand grabbed her hand before he sighed, his form slowly growing as his skin turned an icy blue.

He looked at her with something in his chest he couldn't quite explain. His eyes, for just a split second looked at her lips before meeting her eyes.

"It must have been fate that brought us together. Of all the universes and time periods, I could have dropped into anywhere."

He squeezed her hand and brought it up to his cheek, pressing her warm palm to his cool skin.

"Instead, I stumbled over the paints in your apartment and met you."

His voice dropped low to a murmur. "I must be the luckiest man in the world."

“Luckiest man in the world.” She murmured back.

“Don’t—” Her voice came out softer than intended. “Don’t say that.”

Nadja swallowed, forcing herself to look back at him, her eyes getting glassy.

Her fingers curled tighter against his cheek, as if she were afraid he would back away.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, Loki, I—,” she whispered. “You’ve already had enough taken from you. I don’t want to be another… catalyst.”

"Nadja," he reached up with his other hand and held her face like it was the most fragile thing he's ever touched.

"We can't both be a catalyst now can we, darling? That's all I've been my entire life. You think I'm scared?" A soft smile came across his face.

"There is nothing I'd be afraid of losing other than you." He whispered.

His red eyes looked deep into hers, and for just a split second, his eyes started to water. A qui er could be seen in his lip before he reeled it in, removing hi hands from her face and looked away.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

@la-lokilaufeyson

As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

“Oh,” she breathed, stupidly eloquent as ever. She shook her head once, as if that might reorganize her thoughts or at least wake her up properly.

“I—” She gestured vaguely between him and the mirror, then let her hand fall. “Okay so... Either I’m still dreaming, or you’re very bad at keeping secrets.”

She took one more step toward him, her expression reassuring. “What—Happened exactly? Are you.. ok?” Her voice was softer than she wanted to let out.

"It - sometimes gets exhausting..." He breathed out, "too keep it up.. to keep myself looking Asgardian."

For the first time in the weeks he'd spent with Nadja, he looked ashamed of everything be was.

He patted the bed next to him for her to sit.

"There are 9 realms." He said, "Are you aware of them?"

He glanced at his now Asgardian looking face in the mirror before turning his gaze back to her sleepy form.

She watched his reflection too, the mask of him, and then turned her attention back to the Loki beside her, the one who sounded tired in a way no god should have to be. She nodded softly.

Her eyes followed his movements, the way his chest rose so slow as if he was afraid to breathe. She wanted to hold his hand, to reassure him, but her hand twitched instead.

"Oh - you are special." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

He looked away from her, shame etched on his face.

He looked at Nadja for a moment. "I look horrific when I can't hold my form"

Nadja listened to him without interrupting, finally waking properly when his words settled into her chest.

She tilted her head, studying him in that slow, unguarded way that only comes at three in the morning. She felt this familiarity she hasn’t felt in ages.

“Horrific?” she repeated softly, almost amused. A small huff of a laugh escaped her. “Loki,” she said, her voice still gentle, “that’s… not even remotely the word I’d use.”

She hesitated a bit, her fingers toying with her t-shirt.

“I’ve seen a lot of faces,” she admitted. “Some human. Some very much not. And I’m not saying this to be nice or comforting or poetic.”

She met his eyes.

Nadja paused then bit her lip softly, studying his face liek a map.

“You were blue. And you looked…so tall still and—powerful. And sad and real. Somehow…”

She blabbed but she still tried to make sense of his true form. The woman then shifted slightly closer, her shoulder pressing into his arm this time on purpose.

“Not with me. Not in this room. Not in the middle of the night when you’re tired of pretending.”

He took a long moment to think before looking at her. He reached downand grabbed her hand before he sighed, his form slowly growing as his skin turned an icy blue.

He looked at her with something in his chest he couldn't quite explain. His eyes, for just a split second looked at her lips before meeting her eyes.

"It must have been fate that brought us together. Of all the universes and time periods, I could have dropped into anywhere."

He squeezed her hand and brought it up to his cheek, pressing her warm palm to his cool skin.

"Instead, I stumbled over the paints in your apartment and met you."

His voice dropped low to a murmur. "I must be the luckiest man in the world."

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

@la-lokilaufeyson

As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

“Oh,” she breathed, stupidly eloquent as ever. She shook her head once, as if that might reorganize her thoughts or at least wake her up properly.

“I—” She gestured vaguely between him and the mirror, then let her hand fall. “Okay so... Either I’m still dreaming, or you’re very bad at keeping secrets.”

She took one more step toward him, her expression reassuring. “What—Happened exactly? Are you.. ok?” Her voice was softer than she wanted to let out.

"It - sometimes gets exhausting..." He breathed out, "too keep it up.. to keep myself looking Asgardian."

For the first time in the weeks he'd spent with Nadja, he looked ashamed of everything be was.

He patted the bed next to him for her to sit.

"There are 9 realms." He said, "Are you aware of them?"

He glanced at his now Asgardian looking face in the mirror before turning his gaze back to her sleepy form.

She watched his reflection too, the mask of him, and then turned her attention back to the Loki beside her, the one who sounded tired in a way no god should have to be. She nodded softly.

Her eyes followed his movements, the way his chest rose so slow as if he was afraid to breathe. She wanted to hold his hand, to reassure him, but her hand twitched instead.

"Oh - you are special." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

He looked away from her, shame etched on his face.

He looked at Nadja for a moment. "I look horrific when I can't hold my form"

Nadja listened to him without interrupting, finally waking properly when his words settled into her chest.

She tilted her head, studying him in that slow, unguarded way that only comes at three in the morning. She felt this familiarity she hasn’t felt in ages.

“Horrific?” she repeated softly, almost amused. A small huff of a laugh escaped her. “Loki,” she said, her voice still gentle, “that’s… not even remotely the word I’d use.”

She hesitated a bit, her fingers toying with her t-shirt.

“I’ve seen a lot of faces,” she admitted. “Some human. Some very much not. And I’m not saying this to be nice or comforting or poetic.”

She met his eyes.

Nadja paused then bit her lip softly, studying his face liek a map.

“You were blue. And you looked…so tall still and—powerful. And sad and real. Somehow…”

She blabbed but she still tried to make sense of his true form. The woman then shifted slightly closer, her shoulder pressing into his arm this time on purpose.

“Not with me. Not in this room. Not in the middle of the night when you’re tired of pretending.”

He took a long moment to think before looking at her. He reached downand grabbed her hand before he sighed, his form slowly growing as his skin turned an icy blue.

He looked at her with something in his chest he couldn't quite explain. His eyes, for just a split second looked at her lips before meeting her eyes.

"It must have been fate that brought us together. Of all the universes and time periods, I could have dropped into anywhere."

He squeezed her hand and brought it up to his cheek, pressing her warm palm to his cool skin.

"Instead, I stumbled over the paints in your apartment and met you."

His voice dropped low to a murmur. "I must be the luckiest man in the world."

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

@la-lokilaufeyson

As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

“Oh,” she breathed, stupidly eloquent as ever. She shook her head once, as if that might reorganize her thoughts or at least wake her up properly.

“I—” She gestured vaguely between him and the mirror, then let her hand fall. “Okay so... Either I’m still dreaming, or you’re very bad at keeping secrets.”

She took one more step toward him, her expression reassuring. “What—Happened exactly? Are you.. ok?” Her voice was softer than she wanted to let out.

"It - sometimes gets exhausting..." He breathed out, "too keep it up.. to keep myself looking Asgardian."

For the first time in the weeks he'd spent with Nadja, he looked ashamed of everything be was.

He patted the bed next to him for her to sit.

"There are 9 realms." He said, "Are you aware of them?"

He glanced at his now Asgardian looking face in the mirror before turning his gaze back to her sleepy form.

She watched his reflection too, the mask of him, and then turned her attention back to the Loki beside her, the one who sounded tired in a way no god should have to be. She nodded softly.

Her eyes followed his movements, the way his chest rose so slow as if he was afraid to breathe. She wanted to hold his hand, to reassure him, but her hand twitched instead.

"Oh - you are special." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

He looked away from her, shame etched on his face.

He looked at Nadja for a moment. "I look horrific when I can't hold my form"

Nadja listened to him without interrupting, finally waking properly when his words settled into her chest.

She tilted her head, studying him in that slow, unguarded way that only comes at three in the morning. She felt this familiarity she hasn’t felt in ages.

“Horrific?” she repeated softly, almost amused. A small huff of a laugh escaped her. “Loki,” she said, her voice still gentle, “that’s… not even remotely the word I’d use.”

She hesitated a bit, her fingers toying with her t-shirt.

“I’ve seen a lot of faces,” she admitted. “Some human. Some very much not. And I’m not saying this to be nice or comforting or poetic.”

She met his eyes.

Nadja paused then bit her lip softly, studying his face liek a map.

“You were blue. And you looked…so tall still and—powerful. And sad and real. Somehow…”

She blabbed but she still tried to make sense of his true form. The woman then shifted slightly closer, her shoulder pressing into his arm this time on purpose.

“Not with me. Not in this room. Not in the middle of the night when you’re tired of pretending.”

He took a long moment to think before looking at her. He reached downand grabbed her hand before he sighed, his form slowly growing as his skin turned an icy blue.

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

@la-lokilaufeyson

As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

“Oh,” she breathed, stupidly eloquent as ever. She shook her head once, as if that might reorganize her thoughts or at least wake her up properly.

“I—” She gestured vaguely between him and the mirror, then let her hand fall. “Okay so... Either I’m still dreaming, or you’re very bad at keeping secrets.”

She took one more step toward him, her expression reassuring. “What—Happened exactly? Are you.. ok?” Her voice was softer than she wanted to let out.

"It - sometimes gets exhausting..." He breathed out, "too keep it up.. to keep myself looking Asgardian."

For the first time in the weeks he'd spent with Nadja, he looked ashamed of everything be was.

He patted the bed next to him for her to sit.

"There are 9 realms." He said, "Are you aware of them?"

He glanced at his now Asgardian looking face in the mirror before turning his gaze back to her sleepy form.

She watched his reflection too, the mask of him, and then turned her attention back to the Loki beside her, the one who sounded tired in a way no god should have to be. She nodded softly.

Her eyes followed his movements, the way his chest rose so slow as if he was afraid to breathe. She wanted to hold his hand, to reassure him, but her hand twitched instead.

"Oh - you are special." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

He looked away from her, shame etched on his face.

He looked at Nadja for a moment. "I look horrific when I can't hold my form"

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

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As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

“Oh,” she breathed, stupidly eloquent as ever. She shook her head once, as if that might reorganize her thoughts or at least wake her up properly.

“I—” She gestured vaguely between him and the mirror, then let her hand fall. “Okay so... Either I’m still dreaming, or you’re very bad at keeping secrets.”

She took one more step toward him, her expression reassuring. “What—Happened exactly? Are you.. ok?” Her voice was softer than she wanted to let out.

"It - sometimes gets exhausting..." He breathed out, "too keep it up.. to keep myself looking Asgardian."

For the first time in the weeks he'd spent with Nadja, he looked ashamed of everything be was.

He patted the bed next to him for her to sit.

"There are 9 realms." He said, "Are you aware of them?"

He glanced at his now Asgardian looking face in the mirror before turning his gaze back to her sleepy form.

A blue face stared back at his eyes, a stark red against his face. He touched his cheek, his lips in the form of a line that showed only disappointment.

Nadja stirred in her bed, turning onto her side and blinking at the faint line of orange light cutting across the dark hallway.

Loki’s room.

“Loki?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

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As he looked up, panic etched into his features.

"I'm sorry you saw that." He said softly.

It was out of the usual for him, this tone, the embarrassment — the lack of confidence.

Loki unlocked the door pushing it open with his foot, when he stepped in he had a paper bag full of groceries.

"I have arrived home with sustenance for the week." He smiled micheviously and pushed the door shut.

His black shoes tapped against the floorboards as he walked to the kitchen, setting the groceries down.

"And -" he made flowers appear in his hand, shimmering out of gold and green tendrils of light. "A bouquet of flowers should you wish to paint them." She smiled, pushing his hair back with his hand.

As soon as Loki nudged the door open, a warm wave of sweetness rolled over him: gingerbread, cinnamon, something buttery drifted through the air. Nadja peeked around the kitchen doorway like she’d been caught in the act. A smudge of flour was present on her cheeks and she held a wooden spoon.

“Well, well… the great provider returns,” she teased, padding toward him, her bare feet quiet against the floor.

When the bouquet appeared in his hands, her breath hitched the way it always did when he pulled tricks. She took the bouquet from him carefully and brushed her thumb over one glowing petal.

“They’re beautiful,” she said, softer now, a warm flush blooming on her cheeks. “I’ll paint them… later.”

Then she stepped closer, close enough that only he would hear the shift in her tone.

“But first…You.” Her eyes met his and despite her blush, she held his gaze mischievously.

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"Gods, that smell is wonderful." His h3ad titled up a little. "You've been baking."

His gaze shifted down to the small little bit of flour on her cheek. He smiled from ear to ear, crows feet becoming more apparent. He reached his hand up and flicked the flour away.

“I plead guilty,” she said, lifting her chin in mock pride. “Your absence was far too long, so I had to keep myself busy before I started pacing like a Victorian wife staring out the window.”

She caught his flicking hand gently, her fingers circling his for a moment before she let it drop.

“And don’t smile at me like that,” she added, though her own grin was giving her away. “It makes me want to pretend I didn’t burn the first batch. Now, come tickle my ego and have a taste, Mr. God of Mischief.”

She stepped back just enough to gesture toward the kitchen with a conspiratorial tilt of her head.

"Wife?" He smirked at her. "Interesting words you've chosen."

As she gestured back toward the kitchen, Loki's hand slid to the small of her back, guiding her to walk with him as they stepped in the kitchen.

There was a split second as they crossed the threshold of the doorframe that Loki's facade wavered a little at the domesticated feeling of it all. His eyes trailed over the mess of the kitchen, the cookies cooling on the countertop, and the woman he had secretly come to find gave him the feeling of home.

His gaze dropped for no more than just a split second, quiet, surprised smile on his lips.

Nadja froze for half a second, then her lips pursed, fighting a smile that absolutely betrayed her.

“Oh, that’s just— just a metaphor,” she said, clearing her throat. “I was being dramatic. For effect. You know… ambiance.”

But the smirk he gave her did things, and she could feel heat creeping up her neck. She turned away as if checking the cinnamon rolls, mostly to hide the flush in her cheeks.

Nadja plated two cinnamon rolls, the glaze still soft and glossy, and carried them over like she was presenting royal offerings. She set the plate in front of him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly far more fidgety than she wanted to be.

“Alright… moment of truth,” she muttered, trying to sound casual but absolutely failing. Her fingers tapped lightly against her thigh, and she bit her lower lip as he picked one up.

"Your whole life seems to depend on me liking these little... *buns* it seems." He picked one up and looked at it.

He gave it a small sniff before taking a big bite. There was a moment where he chewed and then – in a breath – his eyes closed softly, his shoulders relaxed and an exhale came with a soft "mmm"

"These remind me so much of these little pastries my mother used to make my brother and I when we were children." He smiled softly and swallowed. "These are beautiful, minn tunglsjós."

When he called her minn tunglsjós in that warm, sincere way of his, something inside her melted. She suddenly got shyer, clearing her throat.

“You can’t just… say things like that while eating my cinnamon rolls,” she chuckled softly before taking a cinnamon roll herself.

“I’m really glad you like them,” she added softly. “I wanted to make something… comforting. Something you’d come home to and feel—” She paused, searching for the right word. “—safe. Actually— More like home.”

Her eyes flicked to his lips, then back up, cheeks blooming with warmth.

“I know this whole… being stuck in this new world can get uncomfortable, so i’m trying to make things easier.”

He caught the moment she looked at his lips, resulting in a smile gracing his own.

"You have made it much easier to adjust." He agreed. His gaze looked over her face, loving every reaction she made and he too, looked at her lips for a moment.

"You seem to have flush set in your cheeks." He smirked mischievously. "I wonder the cause." His thumb came up to burst her cheek, feeling the heat beneath his cool finger before pulling away.

His comment about her flushed cheeks made her roll her eyes, but before she could defend herself, his thumb touched her cheek and she was done. Her breath stuttered.

“You—” she started, but the word came out in a whisper that had no bite at all. “You’re unbearable. It’s just—warm in here,” she lied, badly. “The oven was on. And you—”

She stopped, then huffed a tiny laugh, stepping a little closer despite herself.

“You cannot expect me to not blush when you look at me like that,” she admitted, with a low voice and her doe eyes flicking up to meet his with a mix of shyness and defiance. “You do it on purpose. I know you do.”

A dark chuckle came from his throat as he looked back at her eyes.

"You weren't blushing when I came through the door." He smirked. "Besides, darling, I'm only looking at you the way you are looking at me."

A glint of something hit his eyes as the corner of his mouth rose higher. He grabbed her face, gently squeezing her cheeks in his large hands before whispering. "I'm looking at you they way you want me to, Nadja"

Nadja’s fingers instinctively curled around his wrists to steady herself. Her lips parted as she looked up into his eyes. A shiver went through her so visibly she couldn’t even pretend she was unaffected. Her lashes fluttered and her voice came out in a whisper that quivered with honesty she couldn’t hide.

“Careful,” she murmured, her voice suddenly a purr, “you keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want something from me, more than freshly baked cinnamon rolls.”

She smirked as her fingers slid further down his arms, slow and deliberate, until they rested at his elbows. She leaned in just a fraction, enough that her breath brushed his jaw.

“Two can play this game, Loki.” She tilted her head subtly in his hold, playful and teasing.

“And it’s even more fun when the other is a God..”

"You are a very feisty woman." He laughed. He have her face a squeeze again and smiled. "But...Let's help you clean up the monstrosity of a mess you have made in this kitchen."

He gave her a smirk and taped her nose.

Before she could continue her defense, he tapped her nose. Oh boy.

She narrowed her eyes at him with a slow, dangerous smile. “Oh??,” she arched one brow.

With zero warning, she swiped a fingertip through a smear of leftover cinnamon glaze on the counter and dabbed it onto the tip of his nose in return.

“There,” she announced, grinning triumphantly. “Now you match the monstrosity of this kitchen.”

She leaned up on her toes to look at him eye level, smug and flirtatious all at once. “So go on, Loki,” she smirked. “Show me how a prince cleans.”

"You cheeky woman!" He smiled widely with his mouth open in shock.

He picked her up with ease she hadn't often experienced and chucked her over his shoulder. "Are all mortals this defiant?" His thumb stroked over the cinnamon glaze before he popped his thumb in his mouth to lick it clean.

He took her out of the kitchen, arms hooking respectfully around her legs as she hung upside down behind him.

The one rare time, he snapped his fingers, and a green shimmer covered the kitchen, cleaning every spec. The cinnamon rolls now sat on top of the oven on a small golden plate.

He moved to set her gently on the couch.

Nadja let out a scandalized yelp as he hauled her up, her world flipping upside down in an instant.

“L–Loki!” she sputtered, but she was already laughing, her palms braced against his back, and her hair falling like a curtain toward the floor. “Put me down—! I mean don’t, but— you can’t just carry me away from my own crime scene!” She laughed again, trying to pinch his sides but then he snapped his fingers and she gasped.

“You did not just magic away my mess—“

When he lay her down, she landed with a gentle bounce, her hair mussed and cheeks flushed. She shook her head and crossed her arms before pushing a strand behind her ear, eyes gleaming as she looked up at him.

“Well,” she said, breath still catching a little, “that’s one way to assert dominance.”

"I did, yes. One cheat a month will suit me just fine." He smiled.

"Dominence? Is that what you call it?" He laughed. "Or is that what you wish it to be?"

He kneeled down in front of her, a michevious tone dying down. His hand twitched, wanting to move to touch her, but it didn't. His blue eyes bore into hers, "The buns were delicious and made me feel very much at home," he said softly. "Thank you for all your efforts to make me feel comfortable in your home. It doesn't go unnoticed."

Nadja’s grin softened the moment he knelt.

“Oh, I don’t wish it,” she murmured, leaning forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. “I enjoy it. There’s a difference.”

Her gaze dropped briefly to his hand when it twitched, yearning for her and something in her expression softened. When he finally spoke, her lips parted, the playful armor sliding off her.

“Loki…” she whispered, caught by the sincerity in his voice. “You are not a guest here. This is your home just as much as mine.”

She softly placed a hand over his, her thumb tracing his knuckles.

“And if cinnamon rolls and flour explosions help you feel that, then I’ll make them every day. I promise.” She chuckled softly, extending her pinky for a pinky promise.