note: I wanted to share the softest, most caring and understanding Loki with you, a mischievious love fool. Enjoy reading. đ
the cuddle lectures
You were sitting on Wandas bed in the Avengers compound, while she helped, or at least tried to help you to relax and get your make-up ready for your date with Loki - the god of mischief himself.
âHey sweetheart. Take a deep breath.â
âI am trying. I really doâŚ", you sighed heavily.
âWhat?! Sure", she was in her element, finishing up last touches: âHeâll be falling in love with you.", Wanda said, winking at you: âInstantly!â A nervous shriek left your shimmering lips, while Wanda touched your shoulder gently: âIf you ask me⌠he already has fallen in love with you!â Earning another wink, your friend went on: âI think, we need a bit more glittering blush on your cheeks", said and done, another rouge tin was opened and the brush was sweeping over your cheeks. Your eyes were closed, while you tried to calm down. Your heart was beating fast, like the strong little wings of a humming bird. âThis brush is special!", Wanda whispered: âItâs great for blending andâŚ", the brush hit your nose: âgood for tickling", she finished. In the very same moment, the brush swept feather-light over your neck. Your eyes popped open, the left shoulder moved up to protect your neck while you leaned your head to that side, giggling: âWanda, donât!", you protested. This teasing of her was a first for you. âAh-Ah! We need to ease the tension!", she laughed and swept over the other side of your neck: âGuess itâs working.â
The tiny brush wiggled across your bare skin, neck and shoulder were left unprotected. That deep neckline of your light jersey-dress was cute but no defense - at all: âWahanda, plehease stop it!â You were holding her wrists, trying to stop those cheeky moves of your friend.
âDo me a favor.", a smooth and familiar velvet-voice was freezing both of your giggling actions: âPlease, donât stop!â Your eyes widened. Wanda, able to find her voice sooner than you: âLoki! Youâre early.â He greeted her with a nod of his head. His tall and slender body was leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes on you. Your date was wearing a green cormick jacket, underneath a black cotton t-shirt with a round neck, anthracite denims and, surprisingly, black sneakers. Quite casual for your favorite Asgardian. His smile, mischievous as most of the time, made you shiver in excitement. You knew, he wouldnât forget this little information about you. Your witch-friend collected her stuff: âI might add: My job is done hereâ Wanda grabbed your shoulder, for support and comfort, one last time: âDeep breathes, honey", she whispered, winking at you and turned around. She winked at Loki: âSheâs all yoursâ While leaving the room, to give you a bit more space, the redhead added: âDonât mess up the make-up!", and, a little teasingly: âOh, and donât mess up my bed!â
âWanda!â (Could it get any worse?!)
âSo-ho you⌠youâre here.", you stuttered, stroking a strand of your hair behind your ear.Â
âI am indeed. So are youâ
âSo am IâŚ", Loki chuckled softly at your obvious nervousness: âShall we, darling?â
âSure, yeah, sure. Eh-em, let me just grab my stuffâŚ", while you were trying to climb off the high box-spring, you added mumbling: ââŚand a little self-confidence. I am quite sure, I owned some beforeâ The raven haired man offered his hand, to help you off the bed, biting on his lower lip. At least he tried to suppress his laughter. (Dah, it could get worse.) After picking up your belongings, not as graceful as intended, you looked high up, right into Lokis ocean eyes. His gaze was curious and intense: âI just have to use the opportunity to compliment your outfit. That lovely dress suits you. Youâre gorgeous, as always.â Your eyes widened again, while the heat rushed through your body, making your whole face crimson red - at least it felt that way.
âAnd I might add, I enjoy to make you blush. Youâre cute when your cheeks get this tone.â Loki chuckled: âCanât wait to do that again.â You shoved him a little aside: âStop it. But⌠I really like your outfit too.â It accomplished his slender figure and made you shiver in excitement. (You had a huge crush on this man, no matter what he was wearing. Elegant suit? Hells to the yes. Armor? Solid as a rock. But this casual clothes? Oh gods, have mercy.)
âReady when you are, darling!â the velvety voice made your heart skip a beat. (Deep breathes)
°o°O°o°
Never would you ever have guessed, or dreamed, to go on a date with Loki. Especially not four months after meeting Wanda for the first time. Those last weeks were a pure rollercoaster-ride for your feelings. Wanda, with her open heart and newly awakened addiction for DIY-projects, discovered your blog as well as your little online-shop. At first she simply ordered a huge amount of those bookmarks, macramĂŠ hanging-planters and so much more of your crafted goodies, right out of your little studio-apartment. So, when you announced a specific workshop, that youâll come and teach people at their homes about crafting macramĂŠ for decoration, she was all-in. Arriving at THE Compound, you were one-hundred percent sure, someone had tricked you. After you rang the bell, looking over your shoulder for the cabâs shrinking lights at the horizon, someone cleared his throat, standing in the open door. With a screech, a jump and a breathed: âOh dear god!â, you turned yourself around to face none other than him: âWell, I am Loki, the one and only god of mischief. And you are?â
âI-ehem the-ehmâŚâ
âYes?", he looked at you, his head leaning to one side: âY/n âŚwith the MacramĂŠ", you stammered: âI do have an appointment here, I hope.â
âOh, you hope?", a little amused smirk changed his facial features, softening it: âWell, guess what, little Lady MacramĂŠâ You could feel your blood rushing, deepening the pink on your cheeks, while his gaze never left your face: âOur very own newly nifty-knitter is waiting for you. Please, follow me.", with a grand wave of his arm, the smirking god led the way into the Avengers home.
Wanda, who had forced Loki to answer the door, because she wanted to prepare the space for your workshop a little more, was enlightening a last scented candle, when both of you arrived in the open living room area. Loki headed straight for an ottoman, where he had left his book and a cup of tea next to it, while you stood in the middle of the room: âOh, Y/n, itâs so lovely to meet you in person. I am Wanda. So glad youâve had time today.", she was shaking your hand rapidly. You looked at her friendly smile and, suddenly, you felt a little calmer: âOh, well, thanks for having me. How many will attend the workshop?â
âOh, itâs just us, actually", she quickly moved her index finger back and forth between you. âOh, okay. Ehm, Wanda? Where are the other Av-Avengers?â (You were daydreaming, right? Right?)
 âThey are on a mission. Itâs just the three of us.â
âWill he attend too?", you whispered, nodding loosely into Lokis direction: âOnly if I am forced toâ Wanda and Loki answered unison. You couldnât help it, a little stream of giggles bubbled up your throat. His right eyebrow popped up, just over the edge of the book, from your point of view: âOkay! More rope for us, then.â You could hear him chuckle a little.
After you left Wanda as a client that day, you visited her as a friend a lot. Soon you met all the other inhabitants and members of the Avenger-family, plus their partners and family. Out of curiosity, along with urgent need, another diy workshop gathering was set. Thor sat next to Wanda, learning how to craft a hanging planter. He wanted to give something hand-made to his Lady Jane, as a present. Her birthday was one day ahead. (Yes, you gave him your very-own hanging planter at the end, youâd do anything for love). When it was time to leave, a soft pad on your shoulder stopped you. Loki had been around, not attending for sure, but observing the macramĂŠ-party, while he read another book. Wanda had already informed you, that her mysterious roommate was a lot more visible in the common areas of their home, when you were around.
âLittle Lady MacramĂŠ?â
âPlease, you donât have to call me that.", you giggled.
âOh, but I insist. Itâs lovely, when you blush because of it.â You gave him a light nudge against his arm: âOh, come on!â
âWell, LadyâŚâ, one of your eyebrows went up.
âY/n, darling.â
âThatâs much better.â
His smile softened: âI wanted to thank you.â
âThank me? What for?â Your eyebrows drew together.
âBecause you taught my non-talented brother how to macramĂŠ AND you saved his life, because you gave him your ownâ, he made a grand gesture with both of his hands: âThe hanging planter?", you tried to guess.
âThe life-saving planter, yes. I mean, itâs Thor after all and I want him to suffer - but, itâs so boring on Midgard without the possibility to tease him.â
âOh you", giggling, you knew, he loves his brother dearly, never open admitting but still: âGot to leave now, I guessâ
âOh", heâd put a hand into his neck, rubbing it, a little nervous: âWill you ⌠be back here soon?â
âI am not sure. Wanda and I have plans for a girlsâ night next Friday. We havenât set a location yet. Maybe here or⌠Why? Do you want to try macramĂŠ yourself?â
âNo-ho, thatâs a chapter I am not going to open in my entire life. Ever.", when he saw the sad expression hushing over your face, he cleared his throat: âI mean, I am a much better admirer than a nifty crafterâ
âWhat my poor brother is trying to say", the warm but rumbling voice of Thor interrupted your conversation: âHeâd like to ask youâŚâ
âThor, brother", Loki grabbed the muscular hand off of his shoulder.Â
âLoki, brother", the blonde god winked at you: âget a move on", he whispered loudly to the man next to him.
âNorns", Loki hissed. You couldnât suppress that smirk, even biting on your inner cheeks didnât help at all, accompanied by a little shake of your shoulders.
âNow sheâs laughing at me", the dark-haired god whined, but couldnât suppress his own grin.
âI ah-am not.", you shot at him: âI am laughing with you.â
âDonât lie to the god of lies, or youâll regret it.â
âYouâll be here and free on Saturday", another familiar voice popped up. âWanda!", you giggled a little embarrassed.
âSo, may I ask you out on Saturday then?", Lokis eyes locked with your soul in that very moment. Sounding braver than you felt, you told him: âFine with me!â Thor and Wanda shared a high-five, while Loki and you could only roll your eyes, smiling.
°o°O°o°
You went out for dinner at a little cozy restaurant, only a couple of blocks away from your apartment. Your first date (since ages!) was lovely, you kept talking and talking, sharing ideas about life, books, music, as well as discussing differences. You both were smiling like two goofballs during the whole evening. When it was time to head home, Loki took you on a long walk to your apartment. The soft late summer air played with your hair, caressing over your skin, where it wasnât protected by your pastel-green and white striped dress. Lokis little finger touched your hand gently, here and there, while he walked you home.
âHere I live.", you mumbled, pointing at the little vintage three-story-house.
âIt suits youâ Loki murmured, wrapping his little finger around yours: âI like how your shoulders shimmer in this light - itâs marvelous.", he whispered softly, leaning closer to you: ââŚso does your neck" He touched the small, delicate piece of bare skin with his right index finger, softly. Your shoulder went up a little, while you were having a dĂŠjĂ -vu. Your eyes widened, when his smirk appeared, telling you, heâd done it on purpose. With a smirk, he leaned back to look at you: âMay I ask you out on another date tomorrow?â
âI would like that.â
âAlright. Good night, darling.", he whispered, smiling next to your ear, his breath caressed your neck teasingly.
âGood night, Loki.â When he left you on your doorstep behind, you couldnât stop grinning.
Soon you were seeing each other on a regular dating-bases: more dinner nights, a night at the movies - a breakfast thing at the compound, with the chaotic, smirking and lurking âwing buddyâ-duo Wanda and Thor around. Loki was a pure gentleman, no question, seeking for any possibility, to be close to you. But still: no kisses. That was new to you and absolutely messing with your impatience. Eventually though, the mischievous Asgardian said good bye to you with a soft hug. Whispering, at the foot of your stairs: âGood night, little Lady MacramĂŠ." - he loved to tease you a little, with his wit and his voice. The airy wave of his breath caressed your sensitive neck. Your shoulder went up a little for protection, to shake that tingling feeling off: âGood night, to-shy-to-try-knitting godâ Two could tease - you just couldnât help it anymore. He growled dark: âI beg you pardon?â
You replied giggling: âWhat? Youâre allowed to tease me with such a nickname, but I am not?â
âFair enough", you could feel his chuckling: âHence I have the strong feeling, I shouldnât let you go this easily now, should I?", he tightened his grip around you.
âLo-hoki!", you giggled: âPlease, donât.â
âOh, donât? Donât what?!â
âDonât tease. I am sure, youâre up to no good, but please⌠not here, right in-front of my neighbors windows.â His soft laughter made you giggle as well: âUnderstood. Lead the way then, sweet Lady MacramĂŠ!â
âNo-ho. I wonât take you upstairs now.â
âWhat?â
âI wouldnât be safe up there.â
âBut youâre not safe from me here either.", his eyebrow popped up: âEven if I am still unsure, what you expect me to do.â Maybe that was the truth, but the almighty smirk on his face told you (oh boy!) he had plenty ideas, how to stop your insolence.
âLo-hoki! Go home.â, you shoved him a little, struggling, because he was still holding you in a tight hug: âYou decide. Take it here or upstairs. There is no other option, Iâm afraid!â
âWait, what?â
âTick tock, love. I wouldnât prefer an audience, but if you donât hurry, I am forced to choose this location - right here on the side-walk.â
âNo-ho way. Okay, okay.", you moved up both of your hands to demonstrate your surrender: âFollow me.â Your keys were rattling in your hand: âI am dating the god of dirty tricks.", you whispered.
âI beg you pardon?!âÂ
ââŚâ
âThatâs it!â In a swift move, heâd grab your keys, threw you over his shoulder, giving the back of your thighs a quick squeeze.
âE-hey!", you squeaked, thankful to wear a pair of jeans tonight.
âShhhh, donât wake up your neighbors.", he cooed.
âOh, youâŚâ You protested hissing, but also laughing, while the raven-haired god walked upstairs with you. He entered your little studio, closing the door and putting your keys on the little hand-crafted plate, where they were home. Not a single second did your date think about leaving you off his shoulder: âLo-hoki! Put me-he down, please", you giggled, still alarmed by your own list of ideas, what he might have planned.
âPhew. You are quite a pastel-loving Midgardian.", Loki told you, while turning both of you around.
âWe canât be all into the forrest-y green and mystic black vibes, I gue-hess.", you yelped, because he had squeezed one of your legs again.
âPut me down!âÂ
âNo.â
âWould you please let me stand on my own feet now, so I can be a good host?â His laugh made you shiver: âIf you insist. Donât believe, youâre off the hook.â
Finally, with both feet on the ground, you looked at him: âWould you like to drink something, while you consider what to do with me?â
âSure. Iâll have whatever youâd like to drink yourself.â
âIâll be right back.âÂ
That was the perfect excuse to bring a little distance between the mischievous man (god!) and your blushing cheeks. You were never happier about this small but separate kitchen. The rest of your studio apartment was airy and open. After cooling down your cheeks with a splash of cold water, you decided to serve a pint of homemade ice-tea. You prepared this favorite drink of yours nearly every day in summer - and these September days felt still very summery. There was a hole carafe of it in your fridge. Choosing two of your prettiest antique glasses, you went back into your living room. The ice cubes made a lovely âclinkâ, when you walked over to your little sofa area. Loki was standing in-front of your gallery wall, it was filled over and over with little watercolor sketches in pastel. Every now and then, you changed the art pieces in those little frames. Light and airy colors were your favorites at the moment.
âDid you made all of them?â
âYes. I sell the art prints online, but I keep my originals close by.âÂ
He hummed in admiration, turned around and took a seat on your peachy couch. Having a prince and god from another realm in persona on your tiny sofa was way too much for your human brain tonight. How did that happen to be real and no dream? Loki took a sip of his ice-tea, when his smile softened: âLittle Lady MacramĂŠ, do you fear me?â
âWhahat? NoâŚâ
âIf not, tell me, why are you standing at the other end of the room?â You had opened the french door to your balcony, leaning against the frame, barefoot. Youâd left your high heels next to your oven.
âI simply needed a little fresh air, to calm down.â
âTo calm down?â
âYes, itâs not an every-day situation for me to have someone like you at my apartment.â
âA god?â
âA date.â
âOh, if I overstepped any set boundary of yours, Iâll leave.â The tall man stood up immediately.
âNo, please⌠stay. I know you good enough to feel comfortable and less anxious.â Loki came closer to you now, leaning against the opposite side of that open door, admiring your features. The light of the full moon was enchanting tonight, so were you.
âI donât⌠May IâŚ", it seemed, you werenât the only one, who got a little nervous the past couple minutes: âYes?â
âI donât know how to ask. I donâtâŚâ
âJust ask right away. Donât worry, I already know that youâre a big softie.â
âTeasing again, darling?â
âYes.â
âItâs not a very wise decision, is it?â
âNot at all, but I never said, I was wise.â His mischievous smirk appeared, making you giggle a little. This was a good and a bad sign. You liked that man so much more, then you would have thought. It was exciting: âAsk!", you smiled encouraging.
âI am not the first one, asking you out and entering your space⌠or am I?â Your eyes widened, the blood streaming back into your cheeks: âOh.", you smiled: âNo, youâre not the first date, setting foot into my apartment. Itâs just⌠a rare situation. My home is my safe space. Itâs⌠nothing I share very quickly with other people. But, I trust you. Itâs justâŚâ
âYes?â
âI stopped dating for quite a while now.â
âUntil I asked you out?â
âIndeed.â
The Asgardian was right in front of you now, closing the gap: âLikewise.â âHuh?â
âItâs true. I feel honored, you said yes - so many times now.â He whispered, while his little finger was playing with yours. âI feel honored, youâve asked.", you murmured, your voice was raspier now. His gaze rested on your face, admiring the little details of your beauty, the sparkle in your eyes.
âThank you for your invitation.â
You giggled: âYou didnât leave me much choice.â
âTrue. Still, if you insist, Iâll leave.â
âOh, Loki, donât. Stay.â
âI love to explore your space - it suits you, your personality is visible in every piece and corner.â (Oh godsâŚ) You could feel the heat of your reddening cheeks: âLoki?â
âYes, love?â
âCould you⌠Could you please kiss me now?â
âIf you insistâŚ", a beautiful smile tucked at the corner of his mouth, when your lips met. (Finally!) To be honest, the kiss was very different from what you expected. Your experience of making out was simple as that: quickly sped up, always a little rougher and leading you to quick actions with each other. Now was completely different. You were fully aware of his presence, his delicate touches, but it also made you a lot more aware of your expectations, anxious thoughts and nervousness. Loki was very gentle, only lightly touching your lips with his own. His breath stroked your cheeks. His left hand rose, to stroke softly over your hair. It was a heart-warming moment, that you shared, so soft, soâŚ
âMmmhmmâŚ", a muffled giggle occurred. You both whispered against each otherâs lips: âWhatâs the matter, love?â - âNothing, donât stop kissing me.â
You pulled him closer to you, holding his neck with your hand and intensifying your kisses. (Humans couldnât melt, when a god kissed them, would they?) The soft silence remained not very long, because another giggle interrupted the romantic moment. Loki leaned his forehead against your own, his lips far away from yours now: âTell me. Whatâs so funny?â
âI am so sorry.", you told him, still giggling, putting one hand on top of your eyes: âI canât believe that I am making out with a god.", you whispered. His surprised laugh made you chuckle: âMaking out, huh?â A shriek later you found yourself on the godâs shoulder again. (Twice a day?!)
âLohoki, where are we going?â
âNext stop: your bed.â
And with that, heâd put you gently onto your back on top of your queen-size bed, lying on his left side next to you. Heâd bent his elbow to look at you, smirking: âI thought we were sharing a tender, romantic and a decelerating moment over there, but if youâre all giggly and fantasizing about a make-out session, I felt the urge to change the location.â You turned your head to face him, moving your lips closer to do so, but the Asgardian didnât let you. He pulled his head back, gentle but firm. He was stroking a string of hair out of your face, tucked it behind your ear: âDarling, are you in a hurry?â
You nodded but told him: âNo.â Loki bend his head backwards, laughing aloud: âEhehem, okay? Se-heems youâre not really sure.â
âI⌠ItâsâŚâ
His head turned again, his eyes twinkling with amusement, but when they met yours, he looked a little concerned: âHey.", he whispered, straightening up again, like before: âWhatâs going on inside of your beautiful mind?âÂ
Your voice was very low now, the smallest whisper: âYouâre making me nervous.", you were hiding your face behind your hands afterwards, shaking your head a little: âNo one has ever kissed me so slowlyâ
âOh?â
âThatâs bad.â
Loki moved next to you, but you kept him there, touching his shoulder with one of your hands: âItâs bad âŚbecause I donât know what to do.â Softly, he pulled at the remaining hand on your face: âLove, we have plenty of time to get to know each other. To just kiss us, like we did minutes ago. I⌠we donât have to win a race here.", his velvety timbre was touching your soul. You were peaking through your fingers now: âIs it, because youâre ohold?â
âI beg you pardon?â
You chuckled a little more: âI mean, because youâre a god, youâre a lot older than me ahandâŚâ
âTeasing me again, little minx?â
âWith old age comes great wisdom, right?â
âAnd now youâre trying to be charming, hmmm?â
The tip of your tongue was visible for a millisecond: âLoki, I am charming, I donât have to try!â
âOh-ho!â
âWould you be so kind and share your wisdom with me?â
Both of his eyebrows raised up: âTeach you, how to slow-down?â The man from another realm pulled you closer, whispering into your ear, tenderly: âWith pleasure.â
That being said, he kissed you oh so softly for the next couple of hours.
The morning sunlight warmed the tip of your nose, when the crisp September breeze stroked your skin. You were still fully dressed, in light denim jeans and your favorite navy blue sweater (a little blouse-moment was attached to it). But you were under your sheets instead of on top of the duvet, when you drifted into your short slumber. Still groggy, you tried to figure out, what had happened. A soft exhale over your head caused you to shiver. Instantly, you were fully awake and aware, that parts of your upper body were lying on top of a very specific god. You tried to reduce your weight on him as fast as possible, leaning yourself to the other side. (Please, donât wake up!!!) He was still there on his back, but now behind you. When you moved a little, to crawl to the edge of your bed, a strong arm curled around your waist, pulling you back again. He turned himself around, lying on his side now, so your back was touching his front: âWhere do you think youâre going?â
âJust⌠getting up?", adding a whispered: âI didnât want to bother you.â
âCome again?", his lips were touching the back of your neck now. Goosebumps crawled over your skin, pleasant but very alarming: âI⌠you know, I am sorry, I slept on you.â You tried to wiggle yourself free again.
âHuh?â Still more asleep than awake and enchanted by the scent of your hair, Loki couldnât follow your words, but your movements.
âI mean, neither are you a pillow nor am I a cat.â
A soft chuckle was sending his breath over your skin, making you shiver: âDarling, what are you trying to tell me? I need a little help to understand your midgardian morning murmur.â When you tried to turn around, facing him, he let loose a little. This was a better direction than before, he thought. One of his eyes opened: âHello there.", he greeted you.
âMorning.", you mumbled, smiling, but with an anxious expression in your eyes.
âDarlingâŚ", he pulled you closer, tenderly nudging your forehead with his own for a second: âPlease, what is the point of your pillow and cat-nonsense?â Both of his eyes were watching your cheeks blush. You narrowed yours, not feeling the strength to look at him now: âI am weird.â
âEveryone is.â
âEven you?â
âEven me. Ask Thor.â You both had to laugh a little.
âDarling, be honest with me.â
âItâs⌠the cuddling.â
âDonât you like it?â His arm left your side.
âNoâŚ", you cleared your throat: âNo, thatâs not", a sudden kiss interrupted the silence between your mumbling: âTell me.", he whispered against your lips.
âI⌠it is⌠it was⌠gah!â A little frustrated noise left your lips: âI have zero experience in cuddlingâŚ", you whispered, so quiet, it was nearly soundless.
âBut Wanda is cuddling with you, all the time, when youâre at the compound?â
âObservation is an old mans memory, huh?â
âDonât tease me. Explain yourself", he whispered against your lips.
âOkay, okay. Wanda and I cuddle, thatâs true. But this", you raised your hand in a circular movement: âThis is so different. Can I be completely honest with you?â
âAlways, love.â
âI wasnât supposed to cuddle.â
âHang on! Who, in the nine realms, told you that? And first and foremost: Why?â
âMen? Magazines? Every source for⌠you know⌠relationship kinda things told me to be independent, quick and never ever cling on. My last boyfriend - there havenât been many - put it in a nutshell. I should sleep on my own, because I am not a cat and he wasnât my pillow.â
âI am getting the strong feeling, you were dating rude rocks or ice cubes, not people.â
âMaybe I am the ice cube, Loki.â
âNorns, not at all, love.", he pulled you closer now, putting his chin on top of your head: âYou are pure cuddle material.", You giggled over that expression: âCuddle material?â
âYes, and for the record", he kissed your hair: âI am a frost giant. So⌠guess what, even I appreciate the benefits of morning cuddles. Cuddles in general, to be all honest, no matter what time of the day.â
âAnd what are those benefits?â
âFirst cuddle lecture, and most importantly: with great tenderness comes great pleasure.â
âIs that so?", your cheeks started to redden once again.
âAbsolutely. I think, we should properly test my theory, shouldnât we?â You scrunched your nose a bit, which made him chuckle. The Asgardian prince in your bed shifted, rolling onto his back now and, because you were still in his embrace, you moved sidewise with him. A green flash of his magic rushed over the two of you - changing your jeans and all to pajama pants and loose t-shirts. Both of your outfits had moody moss greens and black in it.
âLohoki, I could have changed myself. I live here, you know?â
âI know, little minx. But, if Iâd let you go, to grab some comfortable clothing - would you return to talk?â
ââŚâ
âThatâs what I thought.â
You laughed, on top of him. Both of his arms were folded across your back, embracing you more and kissing the tip of your nose: âSecond note: Comfortable clothing makes cuddling way easier.â
Youâd bent your legs, one on both of his sides and moved your hands a little under his shoulders. Your head was resting on his chest, while you sighed relieved. His heart was beating in a slightly different rhythm than yours, so it appeared to you as a lullaby. His slender fingers were caressing your body, slow and sweet.Â
âThird lesson: Gentle touch is key.â You stiffened, when his fingertips touched your ribs on both sides for a second: âIs everything quite all right up there?â
"Yes.â
âAre you sure?â
âUh, yeah. This is nice.â
âJust nice?â
âVery nice.", you sighed: âLet me summarize: comfy clothes, hug and touch each otherâ
âGentlyâ
âAndâ
âA kiss here and thereâ
âThe concept of cuddling.â
âMore or lessâ
âFor how long?â A wave of his unique giggle passed through his body and made you both tremble a little: âGrowing up, eheveryone told me, I would be impatience personified. Maybe itâs a trait, we both have in common, miss ânew to cuddlingâ.â
âLoki?â You moved your head up a bit, just enough to peck a quick kiss and look him in the eyes: âAre you sure, youâre the god of mischief?â
âI am well aware.â
âTo me, it seems, youâre the god of softies.â
âOh-ho, that again, little âŚâ
âDohonât get me wrong. Itâs just⌠youâre so gentle with me.âÂ
âWerenât you convinced, you were dating the god of dirty tricks, yesterday?â
âYes, but I am not so sure anymore. I have to reconsider this thoughtâ
âAnd you think, just because I have a soft spot for a certain midgardian", he kissed the tip of your nose again: âhappens to be youâ, he smiled: âmade me loose my mischievous trait?â His eyes were sparkling amused.
âMaybe youâve outgrown it?â
"Over night?â
âHappens to the best, I guess.â Your head fell back to its former position, your cheek tight to his chest, a little smirk on your lips. Loki shook his head, amused and incredulous at the same time. His slender fingers moved again, stroking your back gently, while his own eyes were closed. The handsome god enjoyed your company: the calming rhythm of your own heart, your warmth on top of his upper body. His fingertips were dancing lazily, drawing slow patterns on your back, with little excursions to your sides. Goosebumps followed his actions, shivers running down your spine. You whispered cautious: âLoki?â
âYes, darling?â
âNow youâre the teasing one.", you gasped, when his fingertips brushed over the back your ribs on either side again, longer this time: âAs you reconsidered, seconds ago, thatâs not possible for a softie like me.", he chuckled, still caressing your skin with playful yet soft strokes.
âLohoki!â
âYes dove?â
âItâs⌠youâreâŚâ
âYes?â
âYouâre⌠It tiâŚ", you silenced yourself before getting into more trouble. A little flash-back to Wandas brushing moves as well as him watching your squirming hit you.
âWell?", his lips curled into a smirk. âPlease donât!", you whispered, hiding your face inside of his shirt. In a swift move, Loki turned both of you around, flipping his hair back. Suddenly, you were beneath that smirking god, while he was lying half on top, half next to you. His hands holding your wrists, gently but firm, on top of your chest. Your eyes widened.
âAre you all right, love?â
âIâm not sure.", you whispered.Â
His nose stroked yours tenderly: âTalk to me.", his voice husky and low.
âIâŚ", you took a deep breath: âI enjoy this so much, your hands all over me, butâŚâ
âYes?â, his eyes locking with yours, filled with honest curiosity.
âItâs like⌠itâs like the cuddling.â
âWhat do you mean, love?â
âNo one ever touched me in such a softly and playful manner. Wanda was the very first, right before our first date. You remember that, donât you?â Lokis eyes widened a bit, while he was waiting for you, to go on, but you didnât: âI sure do, but⌠wait. No one? Ever? Not even your mom, dad, siblings or friends?â You shook your head: âI have no siblings and⌠my mom⌠my mom was the best, but always busy with shifts to earn enough money for the rent, the food⌠she was always very tired. AndâŚâ You havenât thought let alone spoken about HIM for ages now.
âAnd?â
âAnd⌠my father was so different. He⌠it⌠it wasâŚâ Suddenly, you took a deep breath, because you were holding yours beforehand: âItâs difficult, Iâve never talked about this before. To anyone.â Loki hummed, then whispered: âDid you get tickled against your will in the past?â You nodded, whispering: âYes.â Loki let your wrists go, in an instant, rolling to his side. You could feel his warm skin next to you, while he intertwined his fingers with yours now. Giving you more space was helpful, it gave you enough strength to talk: âI want⌠I want to tell you.â Loki remained silent, nodding just a little, to comfort you, he would be by your side.
âItâs part of me, of my childhood, which is difficult for me, even if it might be kinda nothing for most people.", you closed your eyes, taking another deep breath: âHe wasnât a gentle or present father. He was a marine. When he was around and stuck with the two of us, waiting for new order, he tried to be fun. Always playing tricks on me. Actually, heâŚ", you sighed: âhe tickled me a lot. At the beginning, it might have been kinda fun and games. I canât remember those times properly. Iâve seen old photos, butâŚâ
âBut?â
âBut when my parents got divorced, when I was six, everything changed. The light-hearted bonding, as what most people experience... tickling⌠I guess, well, it was so different for me.â You closed your eyes, while the memories rushed through your mind, it was like riding a ghost train or being awake in one of your nightmares: âHe always locked my body with his entire weight, even if I was so much smaller than him. He tickled me, without offering any chance to free myself. His fingers were everywhere. Harsh. Never tender or light. Grabbing my wrists. Locking my ankles. I could barely move. Minutes felt like hours. It suffocated all playfulness.â Lokis thumb caught a little tear, running down your cheek.
âAnd your mom?â You blinked rapidly, fighting against those tears: âI didnât⌠when he and I were alone⌠on every other weekend, when I had to visit him, after the separation⌠Our relationship was so difficult. I wanted to love him, wanted to look up to him. Still, I got nothing but pressure: Homework and exercising - sports, piano, I was always on a tight schedule. And when I was napping on the floor, because I was constantly exhausted? He would laugh at me, grab me from behind and start a tickle attack. It was a shock to get awake like that.â You blinked some tears away: âI was trapped. Quickly, it became too much to endure. I begged, I always begged him to stop it.â You sobbed: âA million times. Stop was no signal for him. I screamed, that it did hurt, while his nails were crawling over my skin. His heavy body always on mine, while I couldnât move properly.â You closed your eyes, to take a deep breath: âHis answer was always the same: Just donât pretend. Youâre laughing, so it doesnât hurt. Itâs fun.", you sniffed: âBut that is the hole point of it, right? If someone is that ticklish, you canât fight the laughter.â Your eyes locked with Lokis, searching for negative feelings like rejection. But all you could find in the gaze of his ocean eyes was understanding.
âBut⌠wait, what⌠about your mom? Didnât you tell her?â You shook your head: âNo. I⌠didnât want to make her feel bad. I knew that it was nothing bad. It was only tickling, right?â
âNo. Oh dear, no. No child should go through something like that. Especially not alone.â
âI was scared of the consequences.â
He whispered: âWhat consequences?â
âThat we might lose the alimony. Mom cried, often, when she thought, I wouldnât notice. She worked so hard, but it was hardly enough for the both of us.â You cleared your throat: âHis attacks stopped, for heavens sake, when he left my hometown a couple of years later. He moved to the other coast of the country, to live with his second wife.â
âAnd since then?â Loki whispered.
âMom got a new job, better payment and insurance, when I was a teen. So we decided, that I could stop visiting him. We were independent.â You sighed: âBut still, tickling wasnât involved in my life or at least very rarely. Maybe a little poke here and there, to steel a kiss or two, when I was a in my late teens.â
âMay I hug you now, would that be alright, darling?â
âYes, please.â
Loki embraced you gently, moving both of you a little back and forth.
âI felt so⌠soâŚâ
âConfused? Sad? Hurt? Angry? Alone?â He tried to blink his own father-issues aside.
âYes, all of it. I⌠I was still curious, when, you know, tickling happened around me. But I blocked every tickle-tingly feeling of my own body, when someone touched me for that particular purpose. Friends and dates thought, I wasnât ticklish at all.â
âYou hid your feelings and emotions for so long?â You nodded lightly.
âWhat about that cretin of an ex?â You chuckled, still with tears in the corner of your eyes: âWhen I⌠you know⌠shared the bed with him, he was the first and only oneâŚâ You gasped, blushing. Loki hugged you a little more, caressing your head: âIt became more difficult to blog those feelings, when he and⌠I⌠were intimate.â You stuttered a little: âIt⌠we⌠it was mostly a rush, tight grips or no touching at all. But⌠sometimes, when he touched a certain sensitive area, I giggled andâŚâÂ
âYouâd let your guard down?â
âI tried to. I wanted to reconnect with my sensitivity, but he always told me, that⌠that it annoyed him. He wouldnât touch me at all, to avoid those unpleasant giggles. He was getting tired of it.â
Loki shook his head in disbelieve. He met people before, who werenât as playful as you or him, but, most of them could live with a laugh or giggle. Theyâd occur sometimes, when skin was softly caressed and nerves got aroused. Thatâs nature, isnât it?!
âI was always enchanted, when I had the chance to get a glimpse of such playfulness. When couples were sharing such a carefree yet teasing moment: Like, on a blanket in the park, on movie nights, even in the aisles of the supermarket⌠Also, friends teasing and chasing each other, the way Steve and Natascha sometimes.âÂ
âOh, donât remind me of my hideous roommates.", Loki smirked at you, while you shook your head smiling: âOh, shush. Those moments make my heart ache. But I never experienced it myself like that. At least not until Wanda made me blush and giggle in-front of you.", your cheeks started to glow again, while your mind wandered to that specific moment: âAnd now you happened to me, teasing god of softies.â
âHey!â
âOkay, okay. Teasing god of mischief. SoâŚâ
âSo?â
âSo, I am not so sure, if I am ready for it yet.â
Lokis gaze softened, even more than before. He moved his hands, one on each side of your face, gently wiping away the drying tears, caressing your skin: âI mentioned it before and I will mention it again: We have plenty of time, love. Weâre neither in a hurry nor do we have to overstep borders. On both sides. Itâs easy. Youâll tell me, when you feel ready to be tickled.", that bold statement was accompanied by another wiggle of his eyebrows.
âPffftâŚ.â (Was he for real?!)
âWhat, little minx? Donât believe me?â You shook your head, rapidly, but with a lovely smile enlightening your features.
âI know that my brother, his group of heroic bunglers, even my hole realm believes, I am impatient. But, I can be very patient.â
âSure", you smirked.
âMock me again, if you dare. We shall see, what happens.â
You leaned your head back, deeper into the pillow underneath it, biting on your inner cheeks, while that big goofy smile wouldnât fade away: âExcuse me?â
âUhmâŚâ
âYou know, threatening someone isnât as patient as you might think.â
âRiiiiiiightâŚ", he pursed his lips: âFair enough. Still, don't let me forget all the good manners, while I try to convince you, that I have to offer those in this specific case.â
âNever would I ever doubt that.", you couldnât help but giggle: âAlmighty god of liesâ
Loki couldnât help but share a laugh with you. As promised, and against all your expectations, Loki could be patient. Side by side, you explored small and bigger steps within your relationship, even if some things were a hurdle. When you became more and more physically close with each other and Lokis fingertips found a particular sensitive spot on your skin (there were a lot actually), he didnât avoid them. He caressed those parts of your body with just enough pressure, to change the tickle-teasing feeling into a tingly-pleasant one. So youâd have enough time to get familiar with his touch in certain areas. Days turned into weeks, and youâve almost forgot those âromantickly shenanigansâ. Almost.
°o°O°o°
Kissing Loki felt incredible, being entangled with him, your legs around his hips and hands in each others hair was your personal heaven.
âDarling?â, Loki tried to break away from your lock, butâŚ
âWhat?â
âThe waterâŚâ
âWhat water?â
âTub.â
âTub?â
âNhrsdhastubâ (Talking while kissing isnât supposed to be easy. Never.)
Loki sighed, a little annoyed, against your lips and suddenly you felt one of his hands on your mouth instead. You giggled protestingly, looking up, the raven-haired god flipped his head and hair back: âEnough, mere mortal.â - he had this mischievous smirk on his lips. Your hair, as well as his, was a mess. You had rosy cheeks and a delirious sparkle in the eyes.
âYour bathtub.â (What tub? Huh?) You blinked at him, rapidly, you couldnât follow.
âYou wanted to start the day with a comforting bath. Remember?â (Not. At. All.)
âThe water might flood your complete apartment, like, now, if you donât go.â Your eyebrows moved closer together, as confused as you. (Flooding. Water, everywhere⌠your flat⌠OH!) âOHâ, you gasped, shoving the now laughing god aside to hurry into your bathroom. (WaitâŚ) The water wasnât rushing anymore, the floor was all squeaky-clean and dry, but: âOh!â, bubbles of lovely scented oil were floating above foamy clouds in the bathtub, candles lit all around on top of the edge, as well as on the tiny window-sill. The late autumn sun had already risen. On the small side table were fresh grapes, a carafe of your favorite juice plus glasses, as well as two mugs with hot steam coming up.
âHow?â
Loki wiggled his fingertips at you and smirked: âSeidrâ You shook your head in awe, standing in the middle of your bathroom, in complete disbelieve. Loki took your chin between two fingers: âListen carefully, love", he tilted your head so your eyes met his: âI didnât want toâŚ", he moved his head slightly to the door: ââŚstop kissing you. You know me. I would have let the water rush, flood your entire apartment. Destroy the building. I wouldnât care.â
You giggled: âGod of mischief after all, I know! So⌠why did you stop then?â
He cleared his throat, with a loving gaze in his ocean eyes: âBecause⌠I couldnât wait any longer to show youâ, he moved his arms through the room: âthis!â
âAwwww", you cooed at him: âStill not half as patient, as you always pretend to be, huh?â
âI beg you pardon?â
âYou are such a bihig softieâ
âHey, hey, hey! Absolutely not!âÂ
In a swift move, Loki had changed your position entirely. His head touched your forehead, you could feel the cold tiles on the back of your arms. You were pressed against the wall by his tall, slender figure. His palms, next to your shoulders, pressed against the creamy-white tiles: âHave you lost your mind, little minx?!â His intense gaze was hypnotizing, still, you couldnât stop the nervous giggles, bubbling up your throat: âI a-ahem just be-hing honest.â You were laughing in delight, nowhere else to go. Loki sighed, now it was his turn to shake his head in disbelieve: âLove?â
âLoki?â
âGet in the tub.â
âWhat, if I wonât?â
âDarling, Mock me again, if you dare and we shall see. Get in that bathtub. Now.â
Chin up, you looked that handsome god of yours straight in the eyes: âNopeâ (with a ploppinâ P for sure).
Loki sighed heavily: âFair enough", and in that very same moment, everything around you as well as the two of you were covered in the emerald glow of his seidr. Youâve seen it often before, and only experienced it once, during âthe cuddle lecturesâ - but not fully aware like now. Back then, your nervousness and excitement were to blame, as well as the godly Mr. Handsome - to much to take in for a proper âfeel itâ-focus for this specific magic. Now was different. You were completely in the moment, still excited but less nervous than last time - his handsomeness still got you weak in the knees though. The seidr felt like a caressing breeze, soothing and soft, while the air around you shimmered with a marvelous glow, like the heat of a hot summer day, bright but green. The breeze licked on your calves like ocean waves, soaking your pajama pants immediately. (Wait, what?)
âLOKI!â You screeched.
âYou didnât want to listen, love.â The god of mischief chuckled: âYouâre mistake, not mine.â You wiggled your bare toes under water, pulling the wet fabric away from your legs while the tiny bubbles of the scented foam popped crackling next to your moving hands: âSehee? You are the gohod of dirty tri-hicks. I-hi knew it.â, you told him giggling. Couldnât help yourself. You could smell and feel the steam that enveloped you, soft like a bathrobe, when your laughter subsided eventually. The foamy clouds had settled, floating like waterlily petals. The milky, almost creamy water was surrounding the relaxed male body in-front of you. You sighed (That view though!) Lokis eyes were twinkling with mischievous amusement. His right hand ran through his damp curls and when it slid back under water, small waves were breaking at his knees and your calves.
âEager to join me, love?â You nodded grinning, biting your bottom lip a little.
âWell, darling, that can be arranged.â
With another flip of his hand, the seidr glow entangled you again. A tenth of a second later you felt tiny waves of warm water licking over your bare skin, both hands around a warm mug. You were sitting, instead of standing, at the opposite side of the tub. Another sigh slipped past your lips.
âWhat is it, darling?â
âI am admiring the view⌠you look like Poseidon. Is there a norse equivalent to him?â
âNjord, a giant, associated with fishing and sea journeys. Newer sources say itâs Ăgir, associated with water. Actually, they are the same, lore and time split them.â
âSo Njord then. Suits you well, I guess. Youâre a frost giant, after all.â
You smiled at him, sipping from your mug. After a couple of minutes soothing and soaking, Loki leaned over to put his own cup aside. While his fingertips tried to reach for some grapes again, you leaned back, head resting on the edge of the tub. Your fingers were gliding through the water, slowly. Another sigh escaped your lips while your eyes were closed.Â
âWhat is it now?â
âOh, shush.â You splashed a little water to the other end of the tub: âI am trying to relax here.â
âHehey!â
One eye open again: âDid I hit you?â
âIndeed.â
âSohorry!â
âYou are not sorry.â
You replied giggling: âAt leaheast, you were already wet. Soho, no much harm done.â
âSee? Not sorry at all.â
âI tohotally am.", your toes touched his own briefly under water, apologetically.
Lokis eyebrows shot up: âWhat ifâŚâ
âYes?â
âIâll help you to relax?â
Your cheeks reddened: âWh⌠how?!â
âI could ⌠massage your feet a bit, if youâd like? That can be very relaxingâ
ââŚâ
Lokis hand was under the surface in no time, pulling your leg into a stretched position, slowly bending your toes forward to the surface to kiss the top of your foot. (Oh gods.) Surprised by this unexpected, yet pleasantly tender gesture your cheeks became more crimson, an unmistakable deep breath followed. A shiver was running down your spine.
âWell?", he asked, curious: âAre you brave enough to be at my mercy, little Lady MacramĂŠ?â (OH! GODS!) Your eyebrows showed your surprise, your cheeks burning under his intense but loving gaze: âNo funny business!â
âI beg you pardon?â
âI trust you, Loki.", you whispered giggling: âBut at the same time, I donât.â
âI wonât promise anything.â
âE-hey!", you tried to pull your foot back to safer terrain under water. The handsome Asgardian smiled at you: âListen, darling. I want you to relax. At the same time, you deserve every bit of playful happiness. And, I wanna be the one who shares those playful bits with you. May I?â His elegant voice was like a soft blanket, touching your soul and mind. You wanted to shake your head, at first. A shy nod was your answer instead.
âIf you have the feeling, that anything is too much?â
ââŚyes?â You whispered.
âSay stop and I stop. Immediately.â
âOkay.â
âNow lay back. You can close your eyes, if you want to.â
The warm water (his seidr must keep it at this degree, right?), the relaxing scent and his soft touches on your left foot made you melt into the tub. His own legs were now stretched, crossed at the ankles next to you, under water. Loki embraced your sole with his hands. Both thumbs moved stroking up from heel to ball. His thumbs didnât touch your skin on their way back down. This technique helped you to get familiar with his fingertips on such a vulnerable part of your body. With light pressure, he started at the bottom again. His fingertips werenât always touching you, but his eyes never left your appearance in-front of him. Visibly relaxed, you let yourself enjoy the massage. Meanwhile, your very own âhot godâ had begun to increase the pressure, now on both soles. A steady grip with each hand, while both thumbs stroked your feet not only up anymore. His movement changed to circular motions, running the tips of his thumbs over ball and sole or heel and sole. This elicited a pleasant sigh from you. He changed those spots every once in a while on each foot. Until the pressure became lighter, teasingly light.
âLohokihihi!â
âYes, darling? Shall I stop?â
You shook your head in delight: âNot yehet.", you giggled.
âFine with me.", he chuckled, an amused and happy smile on his lips, while he continued his exploration. His heart swallowed with pride - because of your trust. Soon enough, four of his fingertips danced over each of your soles at the same time. Your cheeks had a happy glow, while your giggles became more vivid. His touch was still incredibly soft and gentle, but oh, so teasing. Sometimes, the tips of his index fingers would travel alone over both soles, from toes to heels and back up again. (How could one finger make you wanna jump out of your skin?!) You tried to keep your feet over there, but when his fingertips tickled a specific area between instep and arch, you had to pull them away from your god of mischief: âStohop!â
âToo much?", Loki was holding his hands up.
âA bit.â
âThatâs alright, love. Shall I return to more pressure?â
ââŚâ
âMassage or tickles? What do you want, love?â
âActuallyâŚâ
âYes?âÂ
âThe latter, please?â
Lokis eyebrows went both straight up.
âThat felt kinda nice.â
âIs that so?â
âIt is indeed, teasing god of mischief.â you narrowed your eyes: âCould youâŚâ
âContinue?â
âA-ha, yes. But, please, avoid the last spot - for now. Would you?â
âAs you wish.â
Loki smiled, his eyes showed so many of his emotions right now: He was proud and very happy, that his playful yet mischievous shenanigans were met with your approval: âIf youâd be so kind and put your feet back here?â, he pointed at the spot were theyâve rested before, his eyebrows wiggling up and down. Your cheeks went pink, immediately, but you did what he was asking for. Your curiosity as well as this playfulness shushed your anxiety and tension, bit by bit. When his fingertips started to lightly caress your soles again, the giggles bubbled up your throat. His movements switched from stroking up and down to little piano playing taps, while you tried to keep yourself together and your sensitive skin close by his sweet actions. After a while, Loki had discovered that your toes werenât as ticklish as the skin of your soles right under them. Heâd started to push your toes back a little, so his fingernails could glide over the now unprotected area between toes and pads. A cheerful cackle and a little snort were his reward: âWhahas that a snort?â, he giggled too: âOh-ho, thatâs too precious. Hang on. Where was that spot?â While he teased you verbally, his fingertips rushed with light pressure over the ball, right were your toes went up. You tried to pull your leg back, but didnât insist, to stop his actions. So, because Lokis fingers wiggled over your foot - right under your fourth and little toe (What a mean little spot!) - you had to snort again: âOkay, ohokay.â you laughed aloud, trying to curl your toes down, but his other hand stopped your protective movements.
âDo you want me to stop it or switch spots?â
âPlehease, switch.â
âAlright, dove.â said and done, both of you were surprised, that the tops of your feet were ticklish too. Your calmer, more relaxed giggles were music to Lokis ears, and he couldnât believe how long youâd already endured his teasing touch. His fingers were caressing the tops of your feet lightly, so his thumbs could glide in various shapes over the center of your soles. You got the tenth of a second as a warning, his godly smirk appeared, one corner of his beautiful mouth curled up a little, before his thumbs touched the newly discovered death spot under your arch. Your giggles turned into cackles, and, because you tried to grab onto something, your own fingers twitched. An abrupt jolt caused loads of tiny waves around each of you, plus the teasing stoped in an instant. Without knowing, youâve tickled the god of mischief himself - under his feet, because they were still right next to your hand under water.
âWhat was that?â You whispered, excited and still electrified by the remaining tingling feeling of your own nerve endings.
âNever mind.â Loki mumbled, his own cheeks seemed to blush a little.
âLoki? Loki, are youâŚâ
âLittle minx, donât.â
You moved your own feet away from him, gliding around and closer to him with your full body. The god of lies shook his head in slight disbelieve, constantly. His arms resting on the edge of the tub, his gaze focused on you and your movements.
âDonât shy away. I just wanna cuddle.â you giggled genuinely. That being said, you closed the gap between the two of you, his body embraced yours, while youâd put your arms around your favorite Asgardian: âDonât be ashamedâ you whispered. His chest, underneath your cheek, jumped a little while a sudden breath left his lips: âI am not⌠ashamedâ
âWhat is the matter, Loki?â You looked up.
âI amâŚâ
âTicklish as it seems.â you whispered.Â
âI beg you pardon?!â Lokis body tensed: âI am a god, after all. I am almighty. Gods arenât ticklish.â You couldnât hide your wicked smile, but youâd need to shower him with the same patience, as well as love and assure him, that everything is alright - like he did, with his cuddle lectures and the past romantickly massage. âHuhâ you wondered smiling: âMaybe I just caught you off guard by touching your feet?â
âThat must be it.â Loki whispered. You leaned yourself up a bit, to kiss your lover on his blushing cheek, asking him: âDo you wanna get out of the tub and go for an autumnal walk?â
âThat is a tremendous idea.â Loki sighed, relieved, and kissed you on your forehead. Glad, he was off the hook. (For now!) After you got dry again (Loki had grabbed one of the biggest towels you own, to wrap it around you - you felt like a giggling burrito) and dressed, the both of you enjoyed the lovely crisp air of this fall day.
°o°O°o°
A couple of days and a recent walk threw the park next door, you were both back again at your apartment. Loki had teased you a bit on your walk. A poke here, a squeeze there, while you tried to keep your exploration calm.
After youâve changed into one of your cozy dresses (turtle neck, thick maroon wool) with your knee socks on, you grabbed the two tea mugs from your kitchen counter. The earl grey had a comforting scent. You met your handsome god on the sofa: âYour tea is ready.â youâd put his mug onto the little side table, leaning back at the other corner of your snuggly couch and took a sip.
âThank you, love.â Loki mumbled, his nose was already in a book. You chuckled into your cup, smirking at the sight of him. You adored the fact that he was such a bookworm - only today? You wanted more. Youâd put your teacup aside, and crawled slowly to his corner: âWhat are you doing?â Loki asked, not yet fully hooked by the book in his hands.
âI just want to cuddle.â, you giggled.Â
âCome here, thenâ, Loki stretched his arms away from his upper body to open his embrace for you, still reading. Excited, you slipped under his arms, chest to chest, and your legs bend on each side of his own.
âThere you go.â Loki whispered, pushing your head onto his collarbone, putting his chin on top, reading with one hand, while the other hold you close by, stroking lovingly over your arm. You sighed, enjoying the moment and the warmth of his caressing fingers. Your own hand began to wonder over the soft fabric of his long-sleeve, the emerald green fit his skin tone perfectly. The cut hugged his slender figure so well. It was so sleek, so tight, that you could feel his muscles underneath your fingertips. Loki had to move his stroking hand, every now and then, to flip another read page while youâd snuggled deeper into his embrace, eyes closed, with a soft smile tugging at your lips. Captivated by your tender touch, the man underneath you melted deeper into the cushions behind him. During his movements, your hand on top of him slipped sidewise, seeking support, landing with a tighter grip on his upper right ribs. A surprised shiver rushed threw his body, while his arm moved a teeny tiny bit closer to guard his own body. He was still holding the book in his right hand, a little more tight than before, his facial expression changed too. You snuggled your cheek closer to his chest, his chin was still lying on your head: âI really love this spot.â you told your man from another realm. His body shuddered again: âExcuse me?â
âJust⌠this spot here.â you pressed your cheek more firm against his chest: âItâs so comfy.â
Loki relaxed instantly: âOh, yes. So do I, love. Itâs nice to have you by my side.â
You giggled, even when his invitation came unintentionally, you had to use this opportunity: âOh-ho, I enjoy to be by your side, right here.â you squeezed his side again, with another soft but firm grip.Â
âLo-hove?â Loki giggled, involuntarily.Â
âLoki?â You squeezed his ribs again, twice this time.
âE-hey. Would you please quit that?â
âWhat? This?â You cheered, lightly pressing the fingertips of index and middle finger on the soft spot between his armpits and ribs.Â
âDaharling, donât.â His arm closed the gap between itself and his more vulnerable parts in a swift move.Â
You giggled, delighted: âDohonât what?â
âPleahease⌠itâŚâ
âIt tickles, doesnât it?â
He rolled his eyes, chuckling, while he leaned his head back into the cushions: âNo!â Heâd shoved the book aside.
âNoho?â Your fingers danced over various spots between his armpit and ribs, like his piano-playing taps earlier on your very own feet.
âUh-hu. God of lies. Maybe you are tiâŚâ
âThatâs impossible.â
âAre you sure?â
âNo-ho.â Loki chuckled, holding his right arm tight to his body, squirming more than before, while he had you in a sturdy grip with his other hand, assuring, you donât fall off of him. Â
âNo-ho, it doesnât tickle or no, please, donât?!â You giggled, a huge grin on your lips, while you tried to wiggle your fingers underneath his arm, to tease the sensitive skin of his upper ribs and armpits a little more.
âLo-hove!â
âLoki?â
âDo-honât!â
âSo, you are ticklish, huh?â
âYe-hes.â He cackled: âBut ple-hease, donât. Not there.â
âToo sensible?â
ââŚUhunfortunatly.â
âIs it like this elsewhere? So intense?â
âI dohonât want to talk about thatâ he mumbled.
âShall I switch spots?â
âHey, hey, hey! Absolutely not!â
You shifted in his tight embrace a little, now sitting straight up on his lap, while he tried to glide more onto the sofa with his back. It looked, as if he tried to melt into the peachy fabric, or wished to become invisible at the same time, while his body spasmed under your soft and teasing touch. His former narrowed eyes were now wide open, locking his gaze with yours, while his arms were crossed, defensively, over his chest. You laughed along with your handsome god, your cheeks became their own shade of pink, while your fingertips jumped over his upper body, poking and stroking any spot you could reach. Loki shook his head in pure disbelief. He, the one and only god of mischief, giggled because you, a teasing, mere mortal on top of his body, found so many of his sensitive spots. How? How where there so many? He thought. You leaned forward, giggling, stroking his ribs with your index fingers - up and down - only. One eyebrow up, a crooked smile on your lips, you asked: âReady to admi-hit that youâre ticklish too-hoo?â Crawling with both fingers on each side under his arms, Loki burst out laughing, he couldnât stand your teasing anymore: âAhahalright, alright. I yield. I yihiiihield.â
Your fingers left his body immediately, you crossed your arms in-front of your chest, giggling. Lokis laughter resided slowly, his body still shivering once in a while from all the happy giggles.
âCome here, mere mortal.â Loki growled, grabbing your body with his arms crossed on your back, pulling you tight to his chest.
âLohoki!â you giggled delightfully, without a lot wiggling space youâd accepted your faith.
âI canât believe, that youâre soâŚâ
âDonât, darling.â Loki grumbled.
âWhahat? I think thatâs a very sweet trait we share, donât you think?â
ââŚâ
âAnd a very useful one, too-hoo.â you laughed, because the handsome Asgardian pressed you even tighter against his body: âMock me again, and youâll be the one laughing your head off. Two can play this game.â He growled, chuckling.
âOh-ho! You wouldnâtâŚ? We are eheven now!â
âIt is adorable, that you think, just because you look like it and your actual success in tickling me pinkâŚâ you gulped while he continued incredibly calm: ââŚthat doesnât mean, youâre off the hook. I might found all sensitive spots on your feetâŚâ His velvet timbre as well as his words made you shiver in excitement: âBut thereâs so much more to discover.â his slender fingers grasped quickly at each of your sides: âMy sweet little lady MacramĂŠ, I want to cuddle and tickle you everywhere. I always want your consent when I do so. I will gift you with my own approval.â He looked deep into your eyes: âeven if that means, you have to get me off-guard sometimes. I wonât make it so easy.â He chuckled smiling: âI am still a god and the god of mischief after all.â
You rolled your eyes at your favorite trickster, a bright smile on your face.
âI want to explore and detect more of your sensitive skin and reactions to certain touches. I want you to laugh in delight, nowhere else to go but still able to wiggle around. Would you like that?â You nodded, giggling.
âI love to be rightâ
He chuckled: âAndâ kissing your forehead: âI want to see your genuine smile on your face, while you tease me. I loved the sight of this free spirit on you - you can be quite mischievous yourself.â
âI learned from the best!â you giggled.
âI love the sound of those words.â wiggling his eyebrows up and down quickly, he added: âNow let me kiss you until we both are breathless for entirely different reason.â Lips on lips, the man from another realm pulled you closer, while getting up from your sofa - still kissing you. He was guiding the two of you to your bed. His mischievous smile tucked at his mouth, you could feel it under your own lips, more wiggle space for giggly reasons were his personal motivation - for today.
After another Asgardian ball, he finally asks if he could be yours, which you happily said yes to
Since then the two of you have been inseparable
Loki would handpick flowers for you
He would send love letters
He would ask you to go out every weekend
He always treated you to food when you guys went out, even though you offered to pay
You got Loki into technology, so when you two werenât together, he would always send texts for date ideas
You both watched kids fall down as a date idea once, it was a fun day
Loki asked you on a beach date which you excited youâŚwhen he saw your outfit he was blushing like crazy
He treated you like a princess, I mean..of course he did?! You were his good girl after all!
That doesnât mean he wouldnât annoy the shit out of you (especially when you were busy)
âHeyâ poke âHeyâ poke âHeyâ poke âHey pokeâ he kept poking you
âWHAT?!â you say, frustrated with your work and him annoying you
âYouâre cute when youâre madâ
You flipped him off, he acted offended
âYou canât hate meeeee!â He kept going
âOh but I cannnnnn! If youâre annoyinggggg!â You teased back
Loki now acted sad and you gave in by kissing him on the cheek and then returning to work
Loki smiled at you and helped you with your work
He knew your love for baking, and so he attempted to bake you a cake for your birthdayâŚHe forgot to remove the eggshells and you ended up baking a new cake together
He would read to you when you go on park dates while you painted
You donât often stay overnight since you and Loki had busy working lives in the early morning, but the first night you did, he made you wear his pyjamas which lead you both to a shared makeout session
The morning after that he cooked you breakfast and fixed your hair, adding a flowers as he goes
In return you fixed his hair and did a face skin care on him
He was so utterly in love with you and talks about you to Thor and Frigga. Frigga is happy for him. Thor is too, but wants Loki to shut up sometimes.
He once woke Thor at 4 am because you sent a selfie of yourself and he just found you so beautiful in that picture
You always recommended him outfit to wear when he visited Midgard, he finds the mens outfits silly besides the tight sport tops
From beach dates, arcade dates, park dates, eating out, ice cream dates, painting dates, amusement park dates, and so so so much moreâŚYou and Loki did everything together
But Lokiâs favourite moment between you both was a night you stayed overâŚyou two were just goofing around, messing with Thor, baking cookies, gossiping and playfully judging people onlineâŚafter all that you put on some music and invited him to dance. He found it silly at first but joined afterâŚa slower song came on and you just clung onto himâŚHe held you close and you both swayed back and forthâŚin that moment Loki swear he died and went to Valhalla. He then laid down and you rested your head by his chest, he kissed the top of your headâŚâI love youâ You smiled and kissed his hand âI love you tooâ you both fell asleep in each otherâs embrace
he constantly talks about his mother because he trusts you with his feelings
heâs definitely the type of boyfriend to get super jealous
someone will look at you for too long and he canât control is jealousy and possessiveness
you mean the world to him so you wouldnât really fight a lot but if you did they were huge and sometimes would get out of control
but you make up with angry sex so itâs all good
he wants to give you everything he didnât have because he knows what it feels like to have nothing
like if you want a throne heâll give you one, all you have to do is ask
his love language is 100% touch but soft touches i.e. hand holding, cheek strokes, playing with your hair etc.
he has trust issues...shocker...but once he lets you in he tells you everything because he trusts you so much
will definitely gossip with you, especially if itâs about thor...i mean who are we kidding
FOREHEAD KISSES
NECK KISSES
he needs to be reassured a lot, so expect days were heâs pouty and comes back to his normal self when you smother him with love
would always try to prank or scare you with his illusions but you always see right through them, making him believe that youâre truly his soulmate
will cry on your shoulder after friggaâs death
loki would protect you with everything he has, even if that means with his life
he would literally make fun of you after trying on his helmet and looking like an idiot
you would definitely have a sarcastic-type of relationship where you poke fun at each other constantly and people around you are confused if youâre serious or not
but god forbid someone else makes fun of you...they might as well flee asgard or new york depending on where youâre currently staying
you are always his number one priority
late night walks
stargazing
staying up late and talking about everything and everyone
being disappointed in him when he ordered the attack on new york
and he realised he messed up big time
he was so disappointed in himself for hurting you and took out the hurt on himself
you would constantly be surrounded by words like, âwhy are you dating him?â ; âheâs evil.â ; âhow can you love someone like him?â
âYes sir, a table for two please.â Loki spoke into the phone as you walked into the room, âThank you.â
You were so happy, so ready for the rest of this night. As you grabbed for your handbag, you asked where heâd gotten a table at. Your voice cloaked in a smile. He turned and seen you, for the first time since you went upstairs to get âdressed upâ.Â
âOh, my sh-. . .â his eyes widened as he took you all in. Your hair, now cascading down over your shoulders. How had you done that? It was in a bun just minuets ago. Your lashed so long they almost reached your eyebrow. Bright, bold red painted across your lips. Your mouth matched the flowy, quite short, bright red sun dress you had chosen. The little white polka dots all across it tied in the perfectly matched white shoes you had picked.Â
You began blushing under his absolutely ridiculous staring. This was nothing, he had seen you in much sexier things. So why would he . . .?Â
âYou look,â shaking his head and walking towards you, he began to place his hands on your sides and smiled. You laughed and rested your hands on his wrists as you asked,
âI look what?â as his eyes ran over every inch of you
Raising his eyes to meet yours, âravishingâ.Â
His lips crashed into yours and you were almost shocked. He was forceful, but it was so welcomed. His tongue brushed against you bottom lip. You gave him permission to go farther, opening your lips, waiting for him. But, instead, he gripped your waist firmly and pushed you away.Â
Clearing his throat, he looked down for some long, drawn-out silence, âIf weâre doing this date night, weâre doing it right.â You were confused at his words. What could that possibly mean. His riddle puzzled your face, and he laughed at your confusion.Â
Taking a rather large step back, he put his palms up in a rather defensive posture, âso. . .â and with that he walked out the front door.Â
You searched the room, looking for God knows what. Had he really just walked out the front-freaking-door? My God, he really is like him. . . he promised heâd never walk out. And now heâs literally walked out? No, this couldnât be! How could he - he didnât even take any of his crap! *ding*
*ding*
    *ding*
Your doorbell rang out and you were more than confused at this point. You were ticked and how dare he walk out? Who, the hell, could possibly be here? you flung the door open with reckless abandon.Â
What? Loki stopped behind your closed screen-door smiling at you.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?âÂ
âWhat?â his smile fading, he himself looking confused now.
âYou just walk out, what th -Â â
âBabe!â he cut you off, leaning in a little bit while explaining what he thought was obvious, âItâs a date,â his arms presenting himself, âIâm picking you up. . .âÂ
You both stood, looking each other over, for a little while. Until you took a long breath, and hung your head as your finger-tips reached for your left temple.Â
âIâm sorry. . .â
âAll is forgiven,â with an absolutely undeserved smile.
You smiled back and walked out to meet him, closing the door behind you. As you walked out to the car, he laced his fingers into yours.Â
âAh,â he said, stopping mid stride - making you both stand outside of the car -Â âI almost forgot,â and he held his hand out as a perfect, bring red, and simply the biggest rose you had ever seen appeared from nothing.Â
-it starts with them both kind of competing for you without you really realizing it
-someone straight up has to point it out to you
-you confront them and are just like âGuys wtf. you know i could never choose, youâre both so great-â and Loki is just like âthen why choose?â and Valkyrie just kinda shrugs and is like âiâm down.â
-so you give it a try
-the first date with the two of them is kinda odd, not just because theyâre both there but because theyâre trying to fit in with Earth stuff and are both obviously gorgeous people one of whom is legitimately a god
-ending up just going back to Stark tower where you have a room and you give them actual regular people clothes like sweats and hoodies because their whole âblendingâ look was not blending at all
-Tonyâs tower has every room equipped with a huge king sized bed so its easy enough for you to all fit and get ready to watch a movie
-it takes forever to decide what to watch. Valkyrie claims she doesn't care what you watch but everything Loki suggests she says no to because these Baeâs do not have the same movie taste
-finally you have to flip a coin to choose a movie. Valkyrie doesn't really watch either way. you lean against Loki who has his arm over your shoulders while Valkyrie kind of just curls up next to you with her head on your lap
-it actually just works really well?Â
-you all fall asleep after the movie and wake up the next morning in a tangle of limbs but its actually super comfortable?
-they wake up before you and kind of just silently agree to let you sleep cuddled between them
-when you finally wake up they both kiss your cheek and tell you theyâll go make you breakfast. when you get to the kitchen theyâve managed to find a way to actually work together and cook something?
-since the first date went so well you all decide together that you want to try it out as something more permanent and after that the rest is history
-lots of chill date nights where you all cook and listen to music and dance around the kitchen then go cuddle and watch movies
-they both donât give two shits if people are going to judge your relationships
-Thor is super confused by the whole thing and is kinda jealous that you get all their attention
-when the Avengers find out theyâre all kinda surprised but its obvious that although Loki and Valkyrie can be kind of walking disasters on their own, the three of you just fit really well togetherÂ
-but the PDA can be a bit much
-Valkyrie really does not give two shits so you bet your ass sheâs going to be kissing or touching you whenever she feels like it
-and Loki is a clingy baby so he is also super chill with showing how much he loves you in public
-cuddling one night and asking them if they can teach you how to fight and they both just like jump up and ready to show you how. but training with these two is way to sexy to not lead to sexy times, lets be real here
-Loki calls you darling or love
-Valkyrie is more into calling you baby or princess
-when the three of you do go out and do actual posh date nights, the three of you get absolutely gorgeous and go to expensive restaurants and everyone stares at you because youâre all beutiful
-when you walk down the street usually youâre in the middle but sometimes, because itâs funny, Loki will walk in the middle and everyone is super jealous of him
-they both tell amazing stories about their lives
-Valkyrie is a fan of running her fingers through your hair
-Loki and Valkyrie like to debunk each others stories and sometimes end up arguing about how battles or fights actually happened
-you and Valkyrie like to do girls night things where you paint each others nails and one time Loki gets bored and you both paint his nails black
-lots of spa days
-a bath big enough for three
-the three of you trying to make Do It Yourself face masks
-lots of laughing and smearing the face masks on each other
-putting Lokiâs hair into a man bun because why not
-they can both be really rough but also super loving and passionateÂ
-so the issue is that theyâre both dom tops
-but they make it work
-biting would be a thing i think, but only if youâre into it
-sharing is a thing they would have to learn but they make it work as well
-it can be kinda scary whenever theres an earth destroying force because both of them go to fight but you trust that theyâll protect each other and make sure they both come back to you
-Loki is somehow able to lift up both you and Valkyrie in hugs?!? but sheâs not a super fan of that unless its after a huge battle and youâre all super thankful youâre all alive and together
-theyâd both want to pamper you and you would definitely all do shopping spreesÂ
-they mostly choose things for you to try on and then get comfortable and wait for you to do a fashion showÂ
-they dote on you so much, like they constantly tell you how beautiful you are and how much they both adore you
-the first Christmas you had together they both know you so well they got you the same gift so after that they had to coordinate and make rules for who could buy you what. Valkyrie is better at choosing nice clothes for you but Loki has an eye for jewlery
-they do way too many drinking contests to settle things
-taking them to the fair for the first time and realizing you made an error because most rides only allow for two people to sit next to each other. so you have to go on every ride twice
-when youâre out and about and they both want to go different directions they just pull you and then glare at each other until you chose or one relents
-itâs kinda fun to wear lipstick because you and Valkyrie will help each other put it on and then leave marks all over each other and Loki
-you guys are just so perfect, i feel like someone (maybe Tony) bought you a camera and you the three of you just take so many pictures of each other all the time (maybe even a super cute Aesthetic couple instagram)
-you all just support the shit out of each other
-so... this was the OTP (one true poly) that i never realized i needed