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about your build-a-blurb repost🚪✨🛏️ with loki and reader, perhaps? i absolutely adore your writing, keep it up! ^__^
Ohhh my god thank you for the ask, I so wanted to write one like this!
🛏 only one bed
✨ friends with benefits
🚪 showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort
Misunderstandings
Pairing: Loki x gn!reader
Word count: 1.2 k (I'm incapable of writing blurbs, I don't know why I signed up for this)
Warnings: implied sex.
The door knocked four times. Your sign to know it was Loki behind that door. You said a quick “hold on a second” and arranged a bit your room, straightening the bedsheets and quickly changing into something better, yet still casual. You checked your hair one last time in the mirror before opening the door with an overly dramatic sexy pose, just to make him laugh.
Laughing, he did not. Although, he did chuckle —and considering his state it seemed to be the first time in a long time since he felt any kind of joy.
He was a disaster. Eyebags to the floor, a pale looking face that didn’t match his usual pink undertones, his always-so-immaculate hair seemed unwashed and uncontrollable. But all of that was nothing compared to the look on his face. He seemed almost broken. Puffy eyes, crystalizing yet again, as if he had been crying all day long.
“Loki, love, what ha—”, you asked with concern, but his big hands interrupted you by pulling you in for a deep and long kiss. He directed you two inside and closed the door with a kick, his lips never leaving yours, dragging you with his whole body.
His hands roamed around your body, touching every bit of it, and without saying anything, he threw you to the mattress and kept kissing you. He was desperate, almost animalistic. He didn’t stop for one second, and started undressing you.
Now, you were all in for this. You absolutely were. But—he wasn’t okay. You could see it in him. And he was looking to cover it all up with rough sex —which it was totally fine, if it weren’t for the fact that you cared enough for him to actually make him feel better, not just lay and leave. So, you broke the kiss.
“Loki—”.
He growled and kissed you again, deeper than before. You had to hold back to keep on going, and you put your hands around his face, cupping his cheeks. You broke the kiss again and rested your forehead on his to stop him from kissing you again. He sighed in frustration.
“What”.
“Stop a second, please”, you asked in a whisper. He knit his brows.
“Do you not want this?”.
“Yes, but—”.
“Then why do we stop?”.
“Can we talk just… for a moment?”, you whispered, sure that he would leave. He rolled his eyes and began moving away from you, ready to leave to his room since you clearly didn’t have what he wanted at the time, but you locked his hips against you with your legs keeping him in place. “Loki”.
“I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck you”, he said, his voice equally in a whisper. You nodded.
“Yes, I want that too”, you caressed his hair, combing your fingers through the knots and straightening it a little. He looked at you in confusion. You were being so tender —he didn’t want you to be tender. He didn’t want his best friend who always cared for him and talked about everything. He didn’t want that best friend who was clearly growing a big crush on the God of Thunder. He wanted his friend-with-benefits to take him out of his misery for one stupid evening. He wanted you to shut up and— “Are you okay?”.
And with those three damned words he realized he couldn’t move away. He let his naked torso fall on top of yours and his head to rest on your chest, surrounding your waist with his arms, as close to you as he could. He breathed in your scent, and choked up a sob. No—he can’t allow himself to cry, not in front of you.
You kept on caressing his scalp and waiting for him to find it in him to talk. He took a while, listening to the thunderstorm outside, the wind moving the trees, the water aggressively falling against your window. Finally he sighed against your skin and looked up at you, his red eyes betraying him once again.
“I’m sorry”.
“Don’t be. I just want you to be okay”.
He moved closer to your face and sank his nose on your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. You giggled, and he stayed there for a while, not daring breaking the moment. But he had to.
“I’m not okay”, he sighed. He rested his chin on your chest, making deep eye contact. “I know it’s not my place to say this…”, he trailed off, and regretted the decision of actually talking to you. But he had to keep going. “I don’t want you to fall for my brother”.
You furrowed your brows. What on Earth is he talking about? If you were falling —and falling hard, for that matter— for anyone, it was for him, and him only. Did he actually think you were falling for Thor?
“What?”.
“I know it may sound egoistical of me, and I have no place in our friendship to say this, but I’m not just saying it as a friend with benefits”, he explained himself, a slight blush creeping into his pale face. “I overheard you talking to James about it. I don’t want to share you with Thor. Not you”, he muttered. “I don’t want to lose you”.
Your face lit up in a big grin, and you pulled Loki in for another kiss —a sweet one, deep and caring, trying to convey all the love you were bottling up for this man all at one, at that moment.
“What are you saying, you grown man? Were you crying because of a crush?”, you teased, and he chuckled, denying with his head. “Why would you think I like your brother? I barely talk to him”.
“I overheard you. You said you loved a God, and you were talking about how screwed you were because he was too good for you, and you’d never get him to love you as you loved him”, he said, rolling his eyes and mocking your voice. You suppressed a smile.
Did he really not see you were talking about him?
“So, there are two Gods in the compound”, you said, tracing your fingers through the muscle lines of his shoulders, “and between the one that’s on top of me naked and that reads me to sleep every night, and the one that barely waves at me hello when he sees me, you choose to think I was talking about the last one?”.
Loki froze in place. He stared at you, looking for any trace of a joke, or a lie, or your teasing.
“You’re saying you were talking about… me?”.
“Of course I was, Loki”, you sighed out a laugh, not believing he was actually this dense. Wasn’t he the God of Mischief?
“This isn’t funny”.
“Do you see me laughing?”.
“A little, yes”, he said, and you rolled your eyes with a smirk. “It’s not funny because I’m very, very, deep in love with you. And I couldn’t stand it if you were playing with my feelings right now”.
You felt your heart shrink, a tug on your chest you haven’t felt for a long time, and you pulled him in for a kiss once again, smiling against his lips.
Fun Vampire Fact; the reason that Vampires traditionally cannot see their reflections in a mirror is because mirrors used to be backed with a reflective layer of silver — which, as the metal of purity, would not ‘interact’ with Vampires, who are the Devil’s work.
However, modern mirrors have used aluminum as their reflective backing for many years now — and aluminum is not a ‘picky’ metal at all. So Vampires are able to see their reflections in modern mirrors.
All I can think about is a vampire used to not seeing their reflection in mirrors for centuries, and one day they are just walking along and unknowingly pass a mirror backed with aluminum and THEY NEARLY SHIT THEMSELVES.
An: I’m back with another silly fluff…so enjoy ☺️ Reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged!
“I’m telling you he does…doesn’t care… at all…” your voice slurred little bit as your grip around Loki’s shoulder tightened.
“That is not true at all…” Loki huffed softly adjusting your position on his back. you’re glued to his back like a little koala bear as your legs gave up, so yeah, he was carrying you home.
“He left me…” you pouted your lips resting your head oh his shoulder.
Warnings: 18+ (no smut), language, female reader, violence, blood, gore, mentions of suicide, guilt, grief, angst
Wordcount: 866
A/N: This drabble was written for me! A little thank you to myself for continuing on despite the personal roadblocks I have faced in the last few weeks. So thank you for (500) 250 followers once again, I’ll see you all next time!
A/N: This is so soft *gently holds* :') @latent-thoughts thanks for the help ❤️❤️
Warnings: Excessive fluff
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Grow a garden together.
The two of you didn't live together (yet, as Loki had so succinctly interjected), so you decided to go with matching hanging balcony gardens in your respective apartments.
You didn't have a green thumb, per se, but you'd learnt a lot about plants from your mother, mostly by osmosis. Loki, however, seemed to be in his element.
When it came to figuring out the decor, however, Loki seemed mostly clueless. You were all too happy to step in. The appreciative grin that adorned his face when your shirt rode up a little too high as you tried to hang the baskets up didn't go unnoticed by you, though.
The chair had somehow, magically, slipped out from underneath you, then. Loki caught up with ease, letting his hand linger over that little sliver of skin for a few moments longer than was strictly necessary.
You spent the rest of the morning with your cheeks on fire, trying not to stare while Loki wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and left behind a smudge of soil on his cheek. Or while he complained about the heat and ended up taking off his shirt.
What was arguably the best part of the date came a few days later, though. You hadn't expected it would make your heart thud so damn loudly to see the little saplings that the two of you had planted together emerge from the soil. Loki had, of course, waxed poetic, pressing his mouth to your neck and murmuring about how the saplings were symbolic of your love.
Maybe love was watching your gardens blossom while your hands and hearts warmed each other, then.
Seems nice.
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You spent the rest of the morning with your cheeks on fire, trying not to stare while Loki wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and left behind a smudge of soil on his cheek. Or while he complained about the heat and ended up taking off his shirt.
Thank you for your service ma'am 🙏❤ I can't get that image out of my head now 😌 It was the sweetest thing ever
Summary: Loki breaks your heart for the last time. You end things, but he just won’t leave you alone. So, you decide to call his bluff and tell him lies. Inspired by Pierre by Ryn Weaver.
Thor told you about Loki’s death when he arrived from Asgard. He told you how brave Loki had been. He told you how honorable Loki’s death had been.
None of that meant anything to you, because in the end Loki was still dead.
You mourned the man you loved. You reminisced on the short amount of time you had together. You cried into the night until your voice was hoarse. You had been in the throes of grief when he appeared before you.
It was an illusionary vision of him, but he assured you he was not dead. He told you that he had some business to attend to on Asgard. He promised you that he would return for you soon. He explained that he had to fake his death in order to take what he felt truly belonged to him. He reminded you to keep his secret and not to tell Thor.
Not once did he apologize for the hell he put you through, but he remembered to insist that you not tell Thor.
Summary: You struggle to find inspiration and Loki proves to be a wonderful muse.
Requested By: Anonymous
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Between missions and training, you tried to make time for your favorite hobbies. It wasn’t always a guaranteed thing, sometimes you were so busy you would just want to go back to sleep when you got home. Today was a blessed day off. No scheduled training sessions and no surprise missions to ruin it.
After waking up slowly and lazing in bed, you decided to try your hand at drawing again. It had been a while, but you were pretty sure it would come back to you. You dug out your favorite sketchbook and your supplies.
And choose whoever Zemo/ Loki /Bucky to do this cause I do live them all 🥰😍😄
You Idiot (affectionately)
Loki x Y/N | Pure Fluff (T-T)
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Too much light. The first thing you realised when you opened your eyes, and also a beeping sound of a heart monitor. You blinked few time to adjust only to realised you’re in a hospital. You looked down 3 channels were attached to your arms, felt a bandage around your side abdomen and lot of body arch. Well you thought you gonna die but clearly you didn’t. But that did not surprise you. What surprised you was the man sitting on the chair reading a book who clearly didn’t notice that you woke up. A relief flashed over you seeing him bruised but alive.
“And here…I thought I got rid of you…” you weakly mumbled looking at him when he finally diverted his gaze up from the book and looked towards you. His face immediately brightened up seeing you awake.
“If I increase that medicines dosage you will surely die in 3 hour 45 minutes or something…” he said with a soft smile few moments later. That bastard.
“Kill me already Laufeyson…” you rolled your eyes looking around. Loki pulled his chair closer to the bed.
“Well what’s fun in that…”
“How long I have been out?” You asked weakly.
“2 days almost…we thought …well specifically the doctors thought you won’t wake up at all…” Loki said casually, taking your hand in both of his hand just to hold it. He wanted to give you the tightest hug but he kept his calm.
“But here you are…risen fro-”
“From hell again I know…” you smiled. Loki smiled too. He still didn’t know how he’s acting so cool. He stopped crying about you just this morning, if you observe correctly he’s eyes are still bit swollen for crying. This happened because of him. He never left your side, had a massive argument with the avengers because he wanted to take you to Asgard to his healers but the team prohibited for critical condition, so he got himself into an another argument with the hospital authorities for letting him stay with you in your room 24x7. Because the last thing he expected you to jump in front of bullets to save him. It was a casual mission investigation which ended this horribly. You two were without armours so became easy targets.
“Do you really often forget that I’m a god? More specifically god of mischief…” Loki asked again.
“As if I give a damn about that…” You said still knowing he’s about to mock you or say something mean. This was you two. Chaotic insane couple in bunch of also not so sane avengers, both with dark past, parents problem, way too much trauma to deal, same personality different people just you’re little bit more emotional than him. And you two first met in both of your common therapist’s office. Steve made both of you go there, and now you two were basically inseparable. Fuck buddies? Well you two were way past that … Lovers? Not officially but it was quite clear to everyone even to you guys that you two were madly in love, just didn’t say it out loud. But you know they say actions speak louder than words.
“Well you know I have managed to survive from brutal deaths couple of times?” He asked.
“You faked it…”
“That’s surviving…” Loki protested.
“Get to the point…”
“You’re an idiot…” but you’re my idiot Y/N
“You have called me worse Loki…” you said rolling your eyes.
“No seriously you’re an idiot to jump in front of bullets to save me…” he said and you finally laughed softly.
“Well you should not have used your butter knives against guns Loki…” you said.
“Oh now it’s my fault…” he huffed. All you thought about that time to save the man you loved the most. So you did what your instincts said.
“You’re the GoD oF MiSchiEf…could have used your powers you idiot…” you mocked him as he didn’t replied anymore. He looked away. You knew Loki did his best to protect you. And he did use his powers but it happened more like a angry outburst when you got shot. Trust his rage , yeah though you’re dying at that moment but you did witnessed the outburst of his power before going unconscious.
“Did you kill…”
“Every single of them…” he mumbled still not looking at you. You gave his hand a soft assuring squeeze. He was so protective of you.
“Trust my rage…” you said with a deeper voice mimicking him and he looked at you smiling softly.
“I don’t sound like that…” he chuckled.
“Oh you very much do…”
“No..not at all…”
“Oh please you always put a deeper accent…I have seen it…” you scoffed.
“No…” he said though he knew he do that.
“You do…I AM LOKI OF ASGARD…I AM BURDENED WITH GLORIOUS PURPOSE…” you said again with a deeper voice.
“I don’t sound li-“
“It’s sexy you know…” you giggled softly.
“Is it darling?” Loki smirked suddenly making his voice deeper. But you know him way too well.
“Oh fuck me daddy…” you managed a fake high pitched moan.
“stop it…it’s a hospital…” Loki huffed annoyedly as you started to laugh.
“Who gonna tell that you really just woke up after two days…have some decency for yourself at least…” he playfully scolded you making you laugh even more. You should be resting, more over inform the doctor that you’re awake.
“Did you cried for me?” You asked teasingly.
“For you? Oh you wish…” he scoffed.
“Stopped this morning actually…” suddenly Nat’s voice cut in making you two looked at the door.
“Hey beautiful…” you smiled looking at her and Loki sit back straight in his chair letting your hand go.
“How are you?”
“Alive…” you smiled. Then turned to Loki again. He was crying for you!!
“He didn’t even left this room…” Nat chuckled.
“Natasha…” Loki warned.
“What? I’m just saying the facts Romeo…” Nat rolled her eyes.
“Loki Laufeyson are you in love with me…?” You gasped playfully looking at him.
“I thought you knew that already…” Loki said and this made you nervous this time. The confession was way too straight forward without bit of sarcasm or lie. The room felt silent as you didn’t know what to reply as Nat was there.
“I should go and inform the doctor that you’re up…” she mumbled softly.
“Just don’t fuck on a hospital bed…” she yelled heading out making you two smile in embarrassment.
“Did you mean it…?” you said not looking at him. You’re blushing like mad.
“Listen I -“
“I love you too…” you mumbled above whisper still not looking at him.
“Sorry?” He asked with an amused smile.
“I know you heard it bastard…” you smiled shyly.
“I did not…can you please repeat it?” Loki smirked.
“Gwad I hate you so much…” you said looking at him.
“ I love you too y/n…” that idiot…
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