| loki x reader | fluff | angst |
requested. Loki x Reader where they live in avengers tower and Loki updates the reader with his anger/annoyance level
slight angst for a dreary sundayÂ
âTen! Fucking ten!â Loki screamed, tearing into the kitchen where you were baking.Â
âWhat?â Sam asked, looking up.Â
âNothing,â you said before wiping your hands on a towel and jogging over to the infuriated god.Â
He was practically seething, his dark curls wild and eyes sharp with anger. You gave a look to Sam, Bucky, and Steve that said clear the room, and they took the hint, leaving you alone with Loki.Â
Youâd bonded with the god while he was at the tower, and you had a soft spot for Loki that no one else did. You had a system for gauging his unpredictable emotions. Loki would tell you a number, one through ten, that indicated his mood, or his anger levels. Usually, the moody Asgardian settled at around a four, just passive annoyance, but today he was shaken up by something.Â
You didnât speak at first, you just walked up to Loki and pulled him into your arms, wrapping around his waist. You felt some of his anger slip away, and his delicate hand came to rest on the back of your head.
âWhat happened, Loki?â you asked gently.Â
âThor. Stark. They taunt me, they call me a monster and they say that I should still be locked up in the glass cell, that I shouldnât be let out of the tower. They were saying that I donât deserve your attention, that Iâve casted some kind of spell over you to make you like me. Itâs all lies, Iâve changed!â Loki broke down in your arms.
âOh, LokiâŚâ you hugged him tightly.Â
The otherâs distrust of Loki ran deep, and they couldnât accept the fact that Loki really had changed. Thor spent multiple lifetimes witnessing his mischief, and he poisoned the well of hatred for Loki. It all broke your heart. You knew it wasnât true, and you wished that the others could see it.Â
Hot tears ran from Lokiâs blue eyes, and you stroked through his dark hair, trying to calm him down.Â
âHey, Loki, itâs okay,â you whispered, kissing his temple.Â
He looked so young like this. He was no longer the frightening villain that tried to overthrow New York. Now, Loki was just a wounded young god whoâs feelings had been hurt by his brother, the one person other than you he thought that he could depend on.Â
âWhy donât you help me finish the brownies? Get your mind off of them?â you offered, prying yourself free from him.Â
He nodded quietly, following you back to the island where you handed him the batter to stir. You finished putting in the ingredients, going through the cabinets looking for something to add.
Loki smiled at the sound of your excited gasp, and you held up a bag of chocolate chips.Â
âLo, save some for the brownies!â you cried as he snatched some from your measuring cup.Â
âThereâs plenty, darling, Iâm certain of it.âÂ
You let him steal some more of the chocolate chips before mixing them into the batter. He helped you pour it into a pan and slid it in the oven for you, insisting he wasnât going to let you risk burning yourself.Â
âHow long until theyâre done?â he asked, peering through the glass window of the oven. You smiled at him, running your fingers through his hair as he watched them cook.
âWe have time for a chapter of our book,â Loki grinned, though his gaze was hopeful. You agreed, and Loki took your hand, pulling you to the couch. You sat beside him, and he read aloud from a novel. You loved his voice, getting lost in it. Loki loved to read to you, and you indulged him, leaning against his side as he read you stories of magic and romance.Â
The oven beeped just as Loki finished the chapter, and you nearly fell over at the speed in which he bolted back to the kitchen. You smiled to yourself, thankful you were able to cheer him up, or at least distracted from the anger.
He set the pan on the stove to cool, leaning over them and biting his lip. You walked up beside him, your hand sliding up his slender back.Â
âHow are you feeling now?â
âAfter spending time with you? Wonderful,â Loki smiled.Â