ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine sometimes when Loki is having a particularly bad day, he'll sneak into your quarters, throw his head into your lap and put your hand in his hair so you can pet him. If it's really bad, he'll ask for you to tell him he's doing a good job.
RATING: FLUFF
NOTES/WARNINGS: None
When the team returned from their month-long mission, you were curled up on the end of a sofa in the common room. Jarvis had told you that they would be arriving soon, which gladdened you because you had been a bit lonely and bored. You had sustained an injury on the last mission that resulted in you being sidelined until the doctor cleared you for action. That made you somewhat resentful, but it was something that you had to deal with.
Loki was the first to arrive, and was alone on the elevator. When he came into the common room, you were curious where the others were. Before you could ask though, he sank down onto the sofa with you, not touching you, but close enough that he only needed to reach out slightly.
“They’re on their way up,” he said, with a deep sigh.
“How did it go?” You asked, putting your tablet aside and sitting upright.
“Successful, but very tiring,” he responded.
You allowed your gaze to skim over his face, and he did look more tired than you’d ever seen him. His hair was slightly unruly, and there were dark circles under his eyes. You watched while he pinched the bridge of his nose and grimaced.
“What’s wrong?”
“Headache.”
Okay, Loki never complained about a headache; heck, he never complained at all about anything health related, because any injuries that he might suffer would be healed fairly quickly by his Asgardian biology, and the seidr that coursed through his body.
“Have you tried—“
Your question was interrupted when he shifted enough to put his head in your lap. He arranged himself on the sofa, with his feet propped on the opposite armrest, with ankles crossed. The action took you by surprise, because Loki just didn’t do things like that.
“Are you alright?” You asked cautiously.
“Yes,” he murmured, just before he took your hands and put them on his temples. “Be a pet, would you?”
Now you were flabbergasted, but you did start rubbing his temples gently. Loki closed his eyes, and you could swear that you felt his whole body relax. Your thumbs smoothed his eyebrows, then his forehead before you carefully allowed your fingertips to slide into his hair just enough to gauge his reaction.
He didn’t move, but you took a moment to rub your thumbs over his eyebrows again before moving to his cheekbones. Finally, you went to his hair again, with your fingers lightly moving against his scalp. Before long, you became more confident and combed through his dark locks while watching his face to be certain that you hadn’t overstepped.
That’s how the others found you, and you glared at them warningly, not wanting to disturb Loki, who had drifted off to sleep. They all looked surprised, but quietly went to their own rooms.
For several hours, you remained as still as a statue, with only your hands moving as you soothed Loki’s tension and headache away. You did wonder why he had come to you for comfort, but you didn’t mind at all. You were attracted to him, even though he wasn’t particularly fond of mortals. At least, that's what he’s said on numerous occasions.
Now, though, he slept with his head in your lap, and with your hands playing gently in his hair. And you didn’t mind at all.
By: @emeraldrosequartz @latent-thoughts @amaru163 @shiningloki @talklokitome and myself.
Helloooo, everyone! So, a few authors (see above) from the Loki's Library Discord server have come together to create this delightfully smutty piece- which has now been posted on AO3.
This hot potato fic was inspired by this STUNNING art by @amatasera :-
Excerpt:
You’d been asleep, but the distinct feeling of being watched rouses you from your slumber. As you slowly open your eyes, you can feel the chill night air cascading gently down on you from the open window above, the snowscape of Jotunheim shimmering in the eerie silence of winter just outside.
You take a deep breath and roll over, not entirely expecting to see anyone but...someone is there. Standing as still as a statue with the most calm and caring expression tinged with the slightest hint of doubt and inquisitiveness, black hair flowing over his naked shoulders and moonlight gleaming on his azure torso, his markings barely catching the subtle shadows in the night.
Summary: Loki’s lover contracts the contagion thanks currently ravaging the planet. When she’s quarantined, he’s not allowed near her, since it’s not clear whether he or Thor (or any of the others on the team) could be infected.
He has to be content with watching through the glass walls or with sending a clone in to comfort her. That’s all well and good, until she takes a turn for the worse. He then ignores his own safety in order to be by her side.
“I should have listened to you.”
Her voice was soft with regret.
Loki stood behind her, watching her through the reflection of the window where she stood. She stared out over the nearly empty streets of the city that she loved, and had quite likely given her life for.
His face was impassive but he silently agreed with her comment. However, if she had listened to him, she would not be the caring and compassionate person that he adored.
When he said nothing, she turned slightly to look over her shoulder at him.
“It’s okay, you can say ‘I told you so,’” she told him, with a wry smile.
“Under different circumstances, I would not hesitate,” he responded. “This is not the time.”
She nodded before turning back to the window. After a few minutes’ silence, she spoke again.
“It’s so strange to see how such a large city can be so empty.”
Loki agreed with that. The city was usually noisy and crowded, and he detested walking shoulder to shoulder with the Midgardians on the rare occasions that he ventured out of the Tower.
He had started going out more often, though, with her hand tucked firmly in his elbow. She loved being out among the other residents, although she tried to be considerate of him. She would coax him out for a walk when the foot traffic had diminished some, and would then lead him up side streets, and then to the park.
“I wish…” she started to say, then her voice faded when she turned to face him.
“What, dear heart?”
“I wish you could be here, in here, with me.”
Loki, or Loki’s illusion, rather, cupped her cheek with one hand, then brushed the single tear away with his thumb.
“I would like that, too,” he responded, eyes studying her face intently.
She had been in the quarantine unit for close to two weeks by now, and steadily grew weaker as her body tried to fight off the contagion that she’d been exposed to. Stress and exhaustion worked against her, lending strength to an unseen enemy for which there was no cure; at least not at the moment.
The medical system had been inundated with the sick, and there was a race to develop a vaccine in an attempt to prevent more people from sickening or dying. In the meantime, patients were treated as best as they could be and made as comfortable as possible.
She had been on what was called the “Front Line”, which consisted of medical professionals and their support staff, along with other essential workers. Although she was a doctor employed by Stark Industries, she had quickly volunteered at the nearest ER to help with the urgent cases that stretched the capacity of the hospital.
Loki had disagreed vehemently with that decision. He knew that she would work until she dropped, and that if she sickened, there would be little that anyone could do to help her. Besides that, he trusted that Stark’s building would have much better equipment than any hospital setting to sterilize and stop any contamination.
She’d smiled sweetly at him but had gone to help her neighbors anyway. When she tested positive for the contagion, but before she started feeling ill, she’d been quickly quarantined to safeguard the people in the Tower.
Loki had not been allowed near her, nor could he join her in the unit. It was uncertain whether he, Thor, or the others on the team could contract the virus, but no one wanted to take that chance.
So he visited her, despising the reinforced glass that kept him from touching her. His illusion could do so, but it wasn’t the same for either of them. When he wasn’t with her, he spent time searching his memory and the few spell books that he had with him, looking for something that could help her.
She finally sighed and turned to take the clone by the hand in order to lead him toward the bed. She laid down, then urged him beside her and curled against his side. He held her close while gently running his hand along her arm.
“I’m tired,” she whispered.
“I know, my pet,” he murmured.
He’d noticed that she now had more difficulty getting to her feet, and spent less time standing at the window. She barely ate, so now had liquid nutrients delivered through the IV needle in her wrist.
Her fever would spike, then abate somewhat until she pushed herself too hard to come to the glass that separated them so that she could simply stare at him. It was as if she were committing him to memory.
“I’m sorry,” she then said.
“Stop,” he reprimanded her firmly. “You would not be you if you had done otherwise.”
“Still, I’ve hurt you, and I didn’t mean to. I know that you never meant to get involved with a Midgardian...and now -“
“My darling, you’re acting like you’ll be rid of me soon,” he chuckled, but it was without mirth.
He knew exactly what she meant, and she was correct that he never intended to establish a long term relationship with a human, or mortal, as he sometimes called them. Over his lifespan, he’d developed feelings for maybe two humans, and it had affected him more than he cared to admit.
Loki rarely forgot anything, however his feelings for her were so strong and deep, he could barely remember how the others had made him feel. Now it appeared as if his time with her would be even less than the other two relationships combined.
“Rest now,” he murmured, his hand now gently stroking her hair.
“You, too.”
“Later,” he promised.
He stayed with her until she was asleep, then carefully let the illusion fade so that she didn’t wake. Once he returned to his apartment, he paced for a bit before going to his desk in order to search his books, and his memory again.
Loki was still up when morning came; he’d gone through his spell books twice, then sat in his chair, in the dark, while meditating. Despite his efforts, he still could not find anything that he felt he could use to help her. Perhaps if he had a Soul Forge...he cut that thought off almost as quickly as it came to him.
Asgard was gone, along with anyone who could help him, as well as any instruments that he could possibly use. Thinking of Asgard always reminded him of Frigga, and he couldn’t bear the loss of her, so he tried not to dwell on her memory.
He had just finished making himself a cup of tea when Thor came into the common kitchen. From the expression on his brother's face, he knew without being told.
In his hurry, he left the tea cup behind.
—
When Loki reached the medical wing where she was quarantined, several people stepped in his way as they tried to stop or at least slow him down. Thor told them to move aside, knowing that Loki would not obey any command from anyone there.
Finally, they reached the containment unit. This time, Loki was hindered by the locked door. He could see that there were several people in her room; all of them were in full protective suits, and they were crowded around her bed. Most of the shades were drawn over the windows, making it hard to see what was happening.
After some time, most of the people left the room, and were careful in removing their suits. No one came to unlock the door yet, causing Loki to growl softly under his breath. Thor kept his eye on his brother, knowing that he wouldn’t wait much longer.
“Sirs,” Jarvis said. “The doctors ask for patience while they verify that the outer room is clean. They don’t want to take a chance of you being infected.”
“What’s happened?” Loki asked, his attention fixed on the room.
“She started having trouble breathing.”
After what he considered a reasonable amount of time, Loki finally cast an illusion into the room so that he could see for himself, at least until the door was unlocked or, more likely, until he blew it off its hinges. What he saw gave him a moment of panic: she laid on the bed, pale and unmoving, and had some type of tubing in her mouth now. A new machine next to her bed beeped and also made a sound like rushing air.
“Open the door, I’m going in.”
“Sir, that’s not advisable-“ Jarvis said, before he was interrupted.
“Open it, or I’ll do it myself.”
Jarvis unlocked the door, then a doctor approached once they'd stepped in. Loki went straight to the doors that provided access to her room.
“These, too.”
The doctor hesitated while he looked at Thor, who simply shook his head slightly. He would not be able to help stop Loki from getting to her.
“Step through the first set, then wait for the green light before going through the second set to prevent contamination,” the doctor told him.
Loki followed the instructions and immediately went to her bedside. He perched on the side of the bed before taking her hand. Then he studied her quietly while he watched the new machine force air into her lungs. Her hair had been brushed back from her face and a soft cloth covered her eyes so that the lights wouldn’t bother her.
He interlaced his fingers with hers, then gently caressed her fingers. Her hand was soft, but strong, her nails short. He liked the way she kept them because he knew that she was sensible, and that longer nails would get in the way of her work. They were bare of the dark green or teal polish she normally used so that the medical team could watch for signs that her oxygen level was failing.
After a few minutes, Loki left her long enough to slide a chair closer so that he could sit. Then every shade in the room slid closed, leaving only one small observation window uncovered.
He stayed there, not moving except when the medics needed to see to her. He either sat in the chair or laid beside her, always holding onto her hand and talking to her.
Loki ignored Thor’s offers to sit with her so that he could eat or rest. He simply was not going to leave her. So Thor arranged for food and tea to be brought to him. He ate when he needed to, often ignoring the tray until the food was cold. The tea was usually lukewarm by then, but he drank it.
For a week, he sat with her. The nurses or doctors would keep check, entering the room several times a day to check the equipment or to replenish the IV. There was no improvement or worsening of her condition; she simply held steady.
On this day, Loki stood, staring out the window while a nurse adjusted the ventilator. The sedative that kept her under had been reduced in order to slowly her wean off it and the ventilator if possible. Today, they planned to turn down the oxygen slightly to see if she would breathe on her own.
He turned to watch but didn’t move from his location. A second nurse came in to assist his colleague, and they spoke quietly to avoid antagonizing Loki but also so that she wouldn’t panic in case she was able to hear them.
“Sir, if you’ll take her hand and ask her to squeeze your fingers for you?”
Loki nodded and did as he was asked. His voice was soft, yet commanding, telling her to move her hand or to squeeze his.
“Dear heart, I’m sure you can hear me,” he murmured, close to her ear. “Do as I ask, I miss you.”
She didn’t respond, but he knew she was still there and could hear him. The nurse adjusted the ventilator to maintain the current setting while her partner checked other readings.
“So far, so good,” she told Loki. Her smile was hidden by her mask, but he knew and nodded slightly. “Keep talking to her.”
With that, he was left alone until the next time they needed to come in. Loki continued to hold her hand and talk. He also continued to refuse to allow anyone else to take watch. As a result, his temper bubbled just under the surface, and he struggled to keep it in check. Sleep would do him good, but he didn’t want to miss anything, good or bad.
Thor came to the unit almost daily to check on them both. If Loki noticed him at the observation window, he didn’t acknowledge the fact; he was too concerned with her.
Over the next couple of days, the sedative and vent were steadily reduced, with no apparent indications of stress. On the fourth day, Loki actually fell asleep in his chair, with his head resting against her side and while holding her hand against his cheek.
The medical staff worked around him, being extremely quiet so that they wouldn’t wake him. They were rather amazed that he’d gone without sleep for nearly two weeks, and didn’t want to disturb him if they could help it. When they left the room, one of them dimmed the lights slightly for him.
It was several hours later when Loki awoke to someone playing with his hair. It was just the slightest movement, but was enough to invade his sleep and rouse him. He sat up slowly, looking around to see who dared to touch him. No one was in the room though, and he was just about to chalk it off to a dream when her fingers squeezed his weakly.
“Dear heart?” He asked, softly. “Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand again.”
Again, a weak squeeze that almost made him shout for joy. When she then started to struggle against the ventilator, he quickly stood to hold both wrists to keep her from trying to yank on the tubing.
By that time, several of the doctors and nurses were in the room to help him. They talked to her, soothing her while they worked. She finally calmed down, but held onto Loki’s hand with what strength she had.
“I’m not leaving you,” he assured her. “Try to relax.”
Loki moved the cloth that covered her eyes and smiled when she blinked furiously before trying to focus on his face. He wiped the single tear that slid down her cheek before kissing her hand.
— —
“You should go,” she whispered. “They need you.”
“You need me more,” he replied, firmly.
She smiled softly at him. A week had passed since she’d been taken off the ventilator. Now she was in a regular room, but the doctors still watched closely because they didn’t want to deal with the aftermath if something were to happen.
“I’ll be alright. It’s only for a couple days, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“You have work to do,” she interrupted him gently. Her hand closed over his, and her thumb brushed across his knuckles.
It took some convincing, but finally he agreed to leave her for no more than two days. He meant that he would be back whether or not the business in DC was concluded.
When Loki did return, after his promised two days, he went immediately to her hospital room. She wasn’t there, nor were many of the nurses who were to keep an eye on her. She’d evidently slipped away without their noticing, and they were frantically searching, hoping to find her before they had to admit to misplacing her.
They could tell that he was furious when he turned on his heel to start his own search. No one felt that she was strong enough to get very far; the only thing they were sure about was that she hadn’t left the building.
Before he could get too worked up though, Thor found him and brought him back to the Avengers’ level, then to his apartment.
“Why are we here-“
“Look.” Thor motioned toward the bedroom door.
Loki stopped at the door in surprise, while Thor silently left. She was there, in his bed, fast asleep. She wore one of his shirts, slept facedown on his side of the bed, and had her face mashed into his pillow. One arm and one leg stuck out from beneath the sheet draped over her.
Relief washed over him, along with a bit of amusement that she’d pretty much wrapped herself in him. Loki went over to sit down carefully and brushed her hair back from her face. He then leaned over to kiss her temple. She stirred with a sigh, then put her arm over his leg.
“Loki,” she breathed softly.
“Mmm,” he whispered. “What are you doing here? You’re not where I left you.”
“I wanted to surprise you,” she replied. “And I missed your scent…”
He said nothing, just caressed her head gently until she was awake enough to crawl into his lap. Her arms circled his back while he nearly crushed her against him.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Loki murmured.
She shook her head slightly before she kissed the hollow of his throat.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, dear heart.”
Loki then held her, rocking gently until she went back to sleep. He made a promise to himself, and to her, that he would never let anything happen to her.
He wouldn’t just love her until the day she died; he would love her until the day he died.
Imagine that Loki has broken out in a rash that’s spread everywhere; he’s miserable and itchy. He can clear it with seidr, but it comes back within a day or two. You finally figure out he’s allergic to the laundry detergent that’s used on his casual clothes, so you start using detergent that’s made for baby clothes. You think it’s funny as heck but he’s not too amused, although he feels much better.
Imagine: the first time you see Loki, you run face first into a door before it could slide open for you. Same thing happens the second time you see him. The third time you lay eyes on him, he’s just returned from a mission and is still wearing his armor. This time, you hit the door, drop your coffee, and your knees literally give out.
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you want to pursue Loki, but have no idea what to do to make him see you as more than a friend. Thor inadvertently finds you looking at Loki from a distance with lovestruck eyes. He decides to get himself involved in helping you pursue Loki. Hijinks ensue.
Possible situation: Loki notices that you and Thor are spending more time together, and feels somewhat left out/suspicious that you and Thor are in a relationship.
RATING: FLUFF
NOTES/WARNINGS: none really, brief mention of fighting, one curse word (I know, scandalous, right?)
When Loki breezed by you in the hallway on his way to the kitchen, you couldn’t help but turn to watch him for a moment. The scent of the subtle cologne he wore caused you to take several deep breaths, just so you could commit it to memory. You resisted the urge to close your eyes, though, but when the smell dissipated, you sighed and started toward your original destination, which was your own apartment. Once there, you’d probably take a moment to compose yourself before leaving again.
When you did face forward, you were startled to find Thor standing a few feet away, silently watching. You couldn’t stop your face heating up in embarrassment, and you dearly hoped that he hadn’t seen you mooning over his brother.
“Hi, Thor,” you greeted him softly, mentally begging him not to say anything to you, or more importantly, to Loki.
“Good morning,” he replied, smiling at you. “Were you coming to breakfast?”
“Yes, I just needed to take care of something really quick. I’ll be right there.”
“Good. I’ll save you a seat.” He nodded slightly before continuing on his way.
Ten minutes later, you returned to the kitchen to find that Thor had indeed saved you a seat, right beside him and opposite Loki. You usually sat on the same side as Loki, with someone between you so that you weren’t tempted to steal glances at him, and so that he wouldn’t be witness to any clumsiness on your part if he were to look your way.
Thor stood to hold the chair for you, and then helped to slide it forward. He’d never done that before, since meals together were always pretty casual, and you wondered why he did it now. He made a show of serving your plate as food was passed around, and would lean over to say something in your ear, making sure that no one heard him. All the while, the heat never left your cheeks. You also noted that Loki would give you two just the barest of glances. When his eyes landed on Thor, they hardened before he turned his attention to his plate.
From then on, Thor made a point to be near you when in the common rooms, or even during missions, which everyone noticed. After a time, your embarrassment eased because Thor was simply too likable and approachable, like a big ol’ puppy. The only person who *could* stay angry at him was Loki, who made it a fine art.
— — —
Today, about a week after Thor had caught you ogling Loki, you had made banana nut muffins, and they were just out of the oven. You were just taking them out of the pan when Thor sat at the breakfast bar to watch.
When you had time and the ingredients, you loved to bake and would often have cakes, pies or even homemade bread in the oven. Once, you’d made a banana pudding, which Steve and Bucky went nuts over simply because it reminded them of their younger days. You’d learned then to double up on most of the baked goods, because a shortage caused good natured elbowing between them.
“What kind of glorious treat do you have for us now?” He asked, his gaze intent on the muffins.
“Banana nut muffins,” you replied, putting one on a napkin in front of him. “It’s still hot, be careful.”
— —
The smell of the muffins caught Loki’s attention when he stepped off the elevator after he returned from the training room. He started toward the kitchen, but paused when he heard you and Thor speaking. No one else was there, so he was certain that Thor was looking at you with doe eyes, and going overboard with the chivalry.
That thought caused him to scowl for a moment before he schooled his features so that his face wouldn’t give away his churning thoughts. He hated it when Thor found a new love interest because Thor would always extol about said interest’s charms, and about how clever they were, or even other things that were simply TMI.
When they were younger, there was a rivalry between them, causing them to try to steal the other’s current interest. He liked you too much to play that type of game. He also didn’t want to hear anything about you from Thor’s lips, because now he was resigned to watch from the sidelines, and try to bear it now that Thor had shown an interest in you.
When Loki walked into the kitchen, you were leaning forward on your elbows, with your face mere inches from Thor’s. Loki just barely managed not to growl when he walked through to get bottled water. He was gone in the few seconds it took for you to turn, muffins in hand, to offer him one. Only Thor noticed that your shoulders dropped slightly, and he averted his gaze when you turned around again.
“You like him, don’t you?” He asked, while selecting another muffin. He’d nearly eaten them all by now, and you hoped that they were gone before Steve or Bucky returned, or that he’d save some for the others, which seemed unlikely.
“Wh-what?” You asked, surprised and wary of the question.
“I’ve seen you watching him,” he replied, his gaze never leaving your face.
“You’re mistaken,” you responded, while taking the pan to the sink in order to wash it.
“I don’t think so.”
His voice came from directly behind you, and when you jumped and turned around, you collided with his broad chest. He quickly caught you by the elbows to keep you from hitting the floor.
“Sorry about that,” he said, but didn’t let you go.
“For a big guy, you sure are quiet,” you told him, as you looked up, your eyes meeting his while he continued to hold onto you.
That prompted him to wink and squeeze your arms slightly. You stayed still, not wanting to hurt his feelings if you shrugged out of his grip. Thor then turned his head slightly, as if listening for something, before he picked you up effortlessly and set you on the countertop so that your eyes were level with his.
You started to say something, but then Loki walked in. He faltered before coming to a dead standstill. Once he gathered himself, he turned and left. Thor chuckled softly while you just dropped your head in dejection.
“I will help you.” His hands rested on your shoulders for a moment before he rubbed your arms gently.
“He’s not very tolerant of humans, and I’d rather just leave him alone,” you replied.
“Loki says many things that he doesn’t mean,” Thor commented. “You shouldn’t take it to heart.”
You shook your head with a shrug and started to slide off the counter, but his hands on your knees stopped you. Before you fainted from the shock, he tilted your face upwards so that your gaze met his.
“I believe he will come around, just follow my lead, hmmm?”
— ——
Three weeks later, Loki was almost ecstatic when a mission came up. He’d had to witness Thor showing you all kinds of attention, and was quite ready to blow stuff up, or get stabby with someone. His temper got the best of him, and almost everyone felt the sting of it. Except for you, he couldn’t bring himself to snap at you, so he limited his contact to avoid doing it.
First, there was movie night, when his brother sat beside you (too closely in his opinion), and shared your popcorn bowl. Then, during an outing at a nightclub, hosted by Stark, he’d watched in silence when Thor guided you to the dance floor. He took a small amount of comfort in seeing that Thor struggled with the Midgardian dances, but the fact that his brother held you in his arms (again, *much* too closely) nearly made him lose control.
Finally, there were the flowers that Thor gave you, apparently not knowing that you were allergic. You had sneezed violently for several hours before the vase was “accidentally” knocked off the dining table and to the floor, where it broke. The flowers ended up in the garbage, and Loki felt much better after that.
Now everyone was on the quinjet, with Thor inevitably beside you. For the most part, the trip was silent and allowed everyone to check their gear and to get their minds locked into what needed to be done.
A Hydra facility had been found, which needed to be neutralized, and any data retrieved from the computers. That task fell to you and Natasha, so she handed you an encrypted thumb drive, which you carefully secured in a pocket. Together, you both poured over the map of the facility, plotting the quickest way in and out once you had what you’d been assigned to get. You’d take separate routes so that if one couldn’t get there, the other could get the data.
— —
Loki was to meet up with Steve in a tunnel close to the computer rooms, so he silently slipped past other rooms and entrance points, taking care not to make any noise. When he drew closer to the target, he heard fighting up ahead. He grew even more cautious as he moved toward the sounds.
It only took a split second for him to recognize that you were fighting with a Hydra agent, and that two more of them were on the ground, quite still. You fought with a sharp dagger in each hand, and held your own against the larger man. As he watched, he thought that the way you moved, with conservative motions that saved your energy, was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. He had watched before while you trained, or even during other missions, but he’d never actually *seen* you. Now, though, he was ready to toss Thor aside in order to take his place.
You’d defeated your opponent, and now stood looking at the three men on the floor in order to make sure that they were out of commission. A movement in your peripheral caught your attention, and you turned quickly.
“Loki! I’m—“
You were interrupted when he snaked an arm around your waist and lifted you off the floor. His lips found yours in a fierce kiss, surprising you by the move. After a moment, your arms slid over his shoulders as he pulled back to look into your eyes.
“What was that for?“ you asked, breathlessly.
“So that you will *forget* my brother,” he growled.
You blinked before you kissed him back with an intensity that matched his.
“Forget who?” You asked.
“Minx,” he said, rolling his eyes.
You couldn’t help but laugh, which drew a smile from him.
“I suppose that I should give him the bad news,” you remarked.
“The sooner the better,” Loki told you, firmly.
“Have I ever told you just how *hot* you look in your armor?” You asked, deciding just to go for it.
“No, I don’t believe so,” he replied, pretending to mull that over.
Before you could respond to that, there came a reminder that there was a job to do.
“Hey, you two, this is not the time nor place to play kissy face!” Tony’s voice came over the comm units.
Loki rolled his eyes again before setting you on your feet.
— —
After the facility had been secured and left in the hands of the support unit, the quinjet carried the team home. Before take off, Loki guided you to a seat, and sat down beside you. When Thor sat across the aisle, Loki put an arm around your shoulders in order to pull you closer, all the while staring at Thor, daring him to say or do something.
When your head fell against his neck, Loki’s attention moved to you, and he found that you’d fallen asleep already. Thor still watched the two of you, with a slight smile on his face.
“It seems that the better man has won,” Thor finally commented.
Imagine: Loki takes care of his hair, but lets people think that he doesn’t do anything to it. He has a certain brand of shampoo, conditioner and hair gel and always has some on hand.
