Thanks to @hot-loki-imagines for the idea 💚💚 hope they like it.
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Summary: Imagine after he cut off Sif’s hair, you joined Loki for that nice hot bath. (by @hot-loki-imagines)
To say it burned was an understatement, Loki's groin was on fire. His knees had hit the ground, sending an unwelcomed cold crawling up his spine, after Lady Sif took out her rage with the trickster.
Why was she so mad about? Loki had cut out a chunk of her hair, which she had in her left hand, only to have the right one free to slap him across the face, like she did earlier.
"You conniving, craven, pathetic worm. You did this!" She said as soon as she found Loki in the terrace.
"I hope you know you deserve to be alone and you'll always will be" with that, her knee went straight to his groin, and a punch sent him down on his knees, the position he was now.
He groaned in pain, hissing and cursing under his breath, while placing a hand on his inner thigh to attempt to soothe the pain, but failing miserably.
But he wasn't exactly regretful about it, no, he did it with a reason, and she was about to find the prince in that unfortunate situation.
You were a maid that had worked in the palace for quite a while now. Sif had always been mean to you, for no reason at all, so that night, Loki decided to teach her a lesson.
"Oh by the norns! My prince, are you ok?" You saw Loki on the ground and immediately thought he was injured. You basically run to his side and sat on your calves to find any sign of blood.
"I'm fine, my dear" he said looking up to you, "It was worth it" he would've given you the best of his smiles, but, even though he did his best to ignore them, Sif's words had stung him deeper than he allowed them to.
So instead he, unconsciously, gave you a hurtful look.
"If I may be so bold, my prince, you look like you need a rest, would you like me to run you a bath?" You were very devoted to the royal family, since they saved your planet and your entire race from extinction, and Loki was just so nice with you, it was impossible for you to treat him with the same contempt the others showed him.
No maid wanted to tend to him, they thought him cruel and mean, but you knew better as his personal maid, that those rumors were just that, spiteful words from vipers.
He did his best to stand up without letting you notice his current state, taking big breaths as he stood up. "That would be delightful Y/N, thank you" that was another thing you liked about him, he was always thankful of your services.
Moments later, you were pouring herbs into the water, medicinal ones for the pain, aromatic ones like lavender and lime leaves. Also, set a few bottles of ointment for his sore cheek by the tub. "Everything is ready, my prince" you peeked out of bathroom door, seeing him giving the wine in his hand a few swirls before turning to see you.
"Would you like a taste?" he offered his drink to you, to which you gently declined, "Peasants are not allowed to drink from a god’s cup, my prince" he scoffed as he walked closer to you, "No one has to know, just a taste, dear" he pleaded, giving you puppy eyes, which you found irresistible.
"Alright, but just one" but he didn't let you take the glass, at this you were quite confused. Instead, he took a sip of the red liquid inside his mouth and pulled you close. He parted your lips with his thumb and pressed his lips to yours, he didn’t wasted a second to slip the wine inside your mouth.
It was surprisingly pleasant, the tenderness of the alcohol, his lips moving along with yours, his hands on your hips securing you against his chest, his tongue fighting yours for dominance, his warmth, everything.
"How was it?" He asked pressing his forehead to yours, "Very nice" you breathed, making him chuckle at your flustered voice.
"My prince, the water is going to run cold" you warned trying to change the subject. "Very well, I’ll go, with one condition” you looked at him expectant, “Which one?” you asked due to his prolonged silence, in which he was just there, staring at you.
“That you join me in the bath" You preferred to ignore the obvious meaning of his request, since it sounded ridiculous to you, "Obviously I have to, my prince, otherwise how am I supposed to tend to you?".
How completely blind you seemed to his attempts to court you always made him laugh, but this time he had had enough. Although, you knew it, you always knew it, it just seemed easier to ignore it than face it, although that will lead you to imprison your own desires.
Irritated, Loki went to the bathroom. He wasn’t going to give up, he remembered that actions speak louder than words, so once he took off his armor and leather outfit, he got into the infusion you prepared and waited for you to get close enough, only to grab your arm and pull you into the water.
“LOKI ODINSON WHAT IN THE NINE-” You shouted, quickly being cut off by the trickster’s lips on yours. “I meant this by what I said, my dear” ‘He was proving a point?’ You thought infuriated.
“I know that, you… look, my prince, I’m here only to do my work, and that is to tend to you, I really don’t want to be another of your women” It was true that you were angry, but it hurt that there might be the possibility that he was only playing with you, after all he was well known as the god of mischief.
But it hurt him the most to remember Sif's words, and that you could think of him as a simple idiot of the lot.
“Y/N” you were so used to his nicknames that the sound of your own name on his lips was like hearing him recite one of his poems, ‘simply divine’ you thought.
“You will never be one of my women, you are worth so much more than any of them, you are very special to me, you are the person with whom I can be myself, and the one I hope agrees to be something more with me. I'm tired of waiting for you to realize how I feel, so I will say it... Y/N I love you, and I would like you to allow me to spend my life with you”
Your heart melted with his words. Speechless you only nodded, he used his seiðr to strip you off your uniform and spun you around so your back was pressed against his chest.
“I want to be your skin in the winter so that the cold in you cannot enter. I want to be the light in your road, sun in the night, dilutes sweet in the sea, to be the door that never allows to happen to the long silence and the solitude. To be different bodies with oneself end, to be, my affection, to be me in you”
You sang, feeling his hands caress up and down your thigh, “I love you too, my king” he smiled against your shoulder, in which he was giving you small nibbles and kisses.
“My queen, stay tonight…please?” his plea came along with a purr down his throat, “Yes” Loki wasn’t really going to try anything else, he was pretty happy with having you skin-to-skin with him, and having his feeling reciprocated, sex could wait, and he, unlike some people think, was a very patient man, and you were worth it.
(Should I make a NSFW version?)
(This is the song Y/n sings to Loki, it's in spanish, but the lyrics can be translated)
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