This is for @vodka-and-some-sass from an ask about a garden and Loki with bunny ears....
This is the closest I could find to Tom with animal ears, my love!
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"And you are sure this is absolutely necessary?"
You chuckled as you fitted the hat snugly on to Loki's pile of raven hair. "A deal's a deal. And you always keep your word, right?"
He glared at you from those gorgeous green eyes. "God of Lies here, remember?"
You leaned forward and brushed your lips over his. Even in the knitted bunny ear hat, he was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. It was quite frankly obscene that he could be so attractive even in a comedy outfit. The combo of the knitted bunny ear hat, the slouchy grey hoodie he preferred on off days, and his habitual murder-plotting scowl made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt.
"But you have promised never to lie to me," you murmured.
Loki rolled his eyes. "Very well. We had a bargain and while I still don't know how, you bested me. Let's get this over with."
You offered your arm and he took it with a long-suffering sigh.
As you passed the mirror of your shared bedroom, you adjusted your crown with your free hand and admired the hearts you had drawn on your cheeks with a blusher stick.
Tony Stark's birthday parties were always ridiculous. This year's, in the Avengers Tower rooftop garden, was no different, with an Alice in Wonderland Theme.
Last week you'd begged Loki to at least wear something humourous for this bash. He had challenged you to a game of chess. To the surprise of you both, you'd won by a small margin. He had refused to full-on dress up, but the ears made you laugh out loud, so you were pleased with your winnings.
The sliding doors to the garden opened and the early Summer breeze wove its way around your full skirted Queen of Hearts dress.
"Nice, Wires," Tony commented as you passed. He called you that because of your uncanny tech abilities. "Reindeer Games, you look… miserable. I like it."
"Enjoy your birthday gift, Stark," Loki growled. "It is the only one you shall get from me."
"Good talk," Tony shot back on his way to the bar.
You cuddled up to Loki. "Come on, let's mingle."
"My two least favourite Midgardian words" he groused.
You smiled. "I'll make it up to you later."
He perked up a bit as you complimented Nat on her impressive Cheshire Cat outfit, complete with whiskers and a sexy tail, of course. Bruce had outdone himself with a wobbly top hat and a stripey suit, and in the corner by the maze of hedges Tony had had delivered, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes laughed it up dressed as tweedle dum and tweedle dee, sipping earl grey flavoured punch from teacups.
"This is brilliant," you gushed, and held up your phone to snap a picture of Loki.
"That had better be for your private collection, kitten," he grumbled.
You knew he was going for a menacing tone, but the most he could manage in the bunny hat was grumpy, and you told him so.
He jerked you behind one of the massive pruned hedges. "Oh, I'll show you grumpy, foolish mortal."
And he kissed you breathless, until you forgot about everything except the taste and scent of him, the way he made your heart pound against your ribs. Every coherent thought flew from your head as he ravished your mouth, pressing you against the hedge, the little branches prickly against the back of your neck, heightening the sensations Loki always aroused in you.
You did keep the snap of him in the bunny hat as your phone lockscreen for a good while, though.
"Loki, my dear," Tess cooed with her usual smirk, brushing her fingers over his hair, pushing it further out of his face. "Is something the matter?"
It would be by fate’s cruelly humorous design that this curse would not only be inescapable, but saturated with every cheap trick of humiliation. Loki lowered his head, waving her hand aside, as he concentrated on settling the stir of his heated blood, not daring to look Tess in direct focus so that he may have a shredded chance of avoiding the unveiling of desire’s merciless tangle. “Of course…" He murmured underneath a hollow breath, bitterly. “And to what do I owe this absolutely unexpected visitation, hm?”
