— Being in a relationship with Loki would include…
— masterlist.
Loki conjuring little illusions to entertain or annoy you; he'll definitely turn your phone into a frog if you don't give him enough attention.
Him occasionally talking in asgardian mid-dreams.
Romantic gestures that come off as theatrical… until you realize he means every single one.
Teaching him how to use a microwave, and him never trusting it.
Loki being insanely protective, but learning to respect your independence (eventually).
The first time you got sick around him, he completely panicked, cause human fragility is horrifying to him.
Him trying to keep his darker tendencies hidden from you, but you seeing them anyway, and gently helping him carry the weight.
Loki casually shapeshifting into you just to mock you. “Look at me. I’m you. I drink lukewarm coffee and forget where I put my keys.”
Mid-fight bickering that ends with intense make-outs and forgetting what you were even arguing about.
Him calling you “my love” or “darling” in ten languages you don’t know, and theb refusing to translate.
Long, lazy mornings where he refuses to let you leave bed; “The world can wait. I can’t.”
Bite marks. Everywhere. But elegant ones; deliberate, perfectly placed, like he’s signing his name on your skin.
You asking if he used magic during that moment, and him giving you that grin: “Darling, I don’t need magic for that.”
That sharp glint in his eyes when someone else makes you laugh; too sharp to be human, too quiet to be innocent.
“Who was that?” he’ll ask softly, almost too casually, but his fingers tighten on your waist.
The temperature in the room subtly dropping when he’s irritated, rising again when you stroke his arm and say his name like a balm.
Loki magically closing every cupboard you leave open… and then opening them all at once just to scare you for fun.
Him being deeply offended by Midgardian alarm clocks. One morning, he hexed it into a chicken. You had to buy a new one.
Lazy sundays curled up on the couch, Loki draped across you like a spoiled cat, purring contentedly while watching crime documentaries he doesn’t understand.
And that moment late at night, curled together under a blanket, when he murmurs, “I could have everything in all the realms… but this - you - is the only thing I truly need.”
