Hey can you do Loki × reader where Loki had been shape shifting himself into cute animals and got the attention of reader who found him super cute and took him with her and he soon caught feelings?
Sure♥️ this is so cute. Loki is honestly such a cutie patootie guys
Pairings : Loki × Reader
You were out for a stroll and suddenly came across a super cute animal. Unbeknownst to you, this adorable creature was actually Loki who you coincidentally stumbled upon. Great, you took him with you after deluding yourself into believing you couldn't just leave him there so that's that. He was certain he'd find a way to sneak off, but later realized he had caught feelings.
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Softie🐇
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"Where might lord Loki be?"
"I was sure he was here a while ago! Lord Odin won't be pleased about this..."
A few servants came, tasked to look for none other than Loki. He was far from interested though. how many times do they have to hold meetings for? Can't they just make a group chat or something? That would be less of a hassle, they just have to make it fancy. Sneaking off from an important meeting and possibly a few duties to take care off, Loki was more interested in having some fun. What better way than to explore a bit? Maybe eavesdropping for some gossip from other deities about the most recent affairs and cheating scandals happening, ooor maybe stalking Brunhilde for a bit. Both sound evenly tempting.
He hadn't visited Brunhilde in a while, so why not?
After looking around to make sure the previous servants had left, he made his way to where he'd usually find her, in the garden, reminiscing about the time she played around with the other Valkyries. All the while oblivious (maybe) to Loki who had been watching her. Oh, Göll was there too. Yes, she noticed Loki there, but couldn't really bring it up because of his intense stare. During his time eavesdropping on Brunhilde, he had heard her talk about things she found interest in. One of which were some plants that could be found in the human realm. But, since she was a Valkyrie, she'd need a good reason and special approval to visit earth. (I didn't research about this, srry)
Loki didn't waste a second to run off with his newfound knowledge. Boy was he ecstatic! Imagine Brunhilde's expression when he brings her these delicacies just for her! That's what he thought atleast, so off he went. It wasn't his first time visiting the human realm, so that shouldn't really be a problem for him. That meeting he was supposed to attend? Screw that! He has more important matters to tend to.
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Loki was now down on earth scouting. Did he inform anyone? Nah.
He had taken many forms from birds to humans, hoping to find some info about the specific plant he was looking for. And after a bit of searching, he found them! But, they were from a little garden. He transformed back into his original form, staring at the plants and making sure they were the exact ones, until—
"What was that?" The second that phrase was said, he immediately transformed back into a bunny, a last minute decision when he heard the door open. Stepping out of the door and into the garden was a woman, wearing a worn out big jumper paired with a shirt that had some outdated meme. Did that matter? No. His mission was to bring back the plants to Brunhilde. That was the plan, yes, but he kind of gotten himself into something. "Aww, a bunny!" Before he got the chance to hop away as a ball of fluff, you raced him and took hold of him.
Great.
"So cute...let's give you a bath?" You walked further and further away from his jackpot, holding him and preparing a warm bath while he kept eyeing the door to the garden. His plans were quickly interrupted when you soaked him into the bath, gently washing him up with some soap and rinsing it off with some water. Okay, he appreciates that a bit, but he still had something to do— oh, okay you're feeding him now after drying him up. Maybe once that's done, you'll release him? Still no. You were petting him and playing with his ears. It didn't seem like you were showing signs of releasing him. But he did scout a good while for those plants and you seemed to be the one who had them. Maybe you also had other plants that Brunhilde liked, yeah! Now he had a new plan.
Try to find more of the plants in your garden that Brunhilde liked, and when you don't notice, he'll sneak off and bring them to her. You might be wondering, why not just have servants get them instead? No, he wanted to prove himself. He wanted to bring the gift to her and brag about what he had to do to get it, and have her swoon over him.
That's his new plan.
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What he didn't expect from you was when you insisted on going everywhere with him, your sweet bunny. Dressing him up in bows, frilly dresses, a tie, a hat, it was weird. But, he can't really lie to himself and say he didn't enjoy it, because he eventually started warming up to you. It started with petting him, cuddling him, talking to him, and being very affectionate. He really didn't understand how he felt about you. Not only that, but he still hasn't showed up in the divine realm where multiple servants were looking for him.
Now, he was cuddling with you on the plush bed, while you stared at him. There was something about your gaze, it was so full of love.
He was always looked up to, feared even. But one of the reasons he caught feelings for Brunhilde was because she treated him differently. But now, she's cold to him and barely even looks at him. It broke his heart when he realized his attempts at trying to get her to like him again were failing
And then, you came. You stared at him with so much care, so much affection, something he didn't know he'd been craving. Just from your actions towards him, the way you treated him, it made his heart flutter in a way it never did before. And for a moment, he didn't think of Brunhilde, he didn't think of his duties and responsibilities. There was just you, your name engraved into his thoughts. And that's when he realized,
He caught feelings.
But there was a part of him. A part of him that was afraid of getting rejected and having his heart broken once again. And the other part of him couldn't help but fantasize what would happen if you did end up returning his feelings. Not only that, he also knew he couldn't just stay as a bunny. He'd have to reveal his true form somehow, and it made him a bit nervous thinking about your reaction. He had learned a lot after Brunhilde.
He DID end up revealing himself to you, unintentionally.
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It was a rainy night, and you had fallen asleep after tending to your chores and your garden. Loki made sure you were fast asleep before turning back into his god form, staring down at you. He wasn't tired, and he took a liking to watching you instead. He gently caressed your head, letting his mind wander. His curiousity got the best of him, and he decided to whisper a sweet "I love you" in your ear, his thumb brushing over your lip and tracing it. This simple act resulted in you waking up, catching him. He was about to transform back, but you stopped him, holding his hand in place.
The look on your face already explained a lot for him, and he knew you were probably going to want him to leave after lying to you.
"Is that you, bunny?"
Those words, uttered so softly to him. Like a cloud for him to lay on and float in, gentle and comforting. He quickly snapped out of it, a very frantic look on his face.
"I-no...well, yes. But please listen to me! I didn't know how to tell you...! I swear it just happened—" His frantic words were spilling out, but you stopped him from explaining himself further. Your finger hovering over his lips while he was still panicking.
"Who are you exactly?" That tone held no hatred, no disappointment. It was still the same tone you used towards him when he was in his animal form, and it helped calm him down a little. He knew he couldn't lie to you, what he did was outright abnormal after all. So he let out a big sigh.
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After explaining to you everything, he expected you to be done with him. He prepared himself for you to get mad, but instead, he felt your hands cup his face. When I tell you this caught him SO off gaurd he didn't even notice the blush appearing on his cheeks.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's actually insane." You smiled at him, kneading his cheeks like dough. "You're not mad?" You shook your head no. "Should I be?" He didn't respond, and his dumbfounded expression made you giggle. "Loki..." When he heard you say his name for the very first time, it just felt so right. It was like you were testing his name on your tongue, he felt like he was on cloud nine. His expressions were so cute, you really took a liking to him. So you leaned in, and pressed your lips against his cheek while he froze, eyes widening.
"I like your name very much. And you said you're a Norse god? This feels like a dream, I'm honored."
Despite knowing who he was, you still embraced him with warmth. Bringing your hand to his head and caressing him slowly, his face only flushing a brighter red. "Why did you decide to stay? I'm only a human. There's nothing special about me."
"You're wrong!" He was quick to talk back when you doubted yourself, because it wasn't true. You were so much more than just 'special', you were who he had been yearning for all along. How could you say that about yourself? "You're so much more than that, I know it." His gaze drifted downwards, obviously hurt by your own words. It was surprising to think that someone like him cared so much about you, it was cute. His reactions really brought a smile to your face, and so, you brought yourself closer to him.
Smooch
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What. Was. That. WHAT WAS THAT?? You? Him? Did you just- to him? You kissed his cheek?! You swore you could see smoke coming from his ears, while he stared at you like you just did something no other had ever done before. The silence was quite awkward, not that you really cared. He however was still shocked, unable to process what just happened. And then, he jumped from where he was and his fingers intertwined with yours.
"Please, marry me!"
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Time had passed, and you were brought to the divine realm. Tidying up your bed and staring out the window, you smile to yourself. You stare at the sky, seeing birds and different bird like creatures flying around and doing tasks. But that wasn't the reason you found comfort there.
The door opened, and you looked over your shoulder, already knowing who it was. Loki.
"Love, guess what I bought for you!"
You both finally sealed your relationship together, and he made it well known that the two of you were tightly together. Who would've thought?
Unpopular opinion: There's nothing better than getting to know a character through a fanfic! Like going blind in his universe and binging reading 15 different works about a man you never heard of! 🫠🫠
Description: When you fall ill after a chaotic experiment goes wrong, insisting it’s 'just cold', Loki refuses to believe in such mortal trivialities and takes care of you.
Pairing: Loki × Fem!reader
Warnings: Fluff all around folks <3
Word Count: 755
A/N: The first in the list of many fics of my Vices & Virtues (yes the p!atd album) masterlist!! This song is deeply close to my heart and what a way to start this saga off with one of my first tumblr heartthrobs. Missing Loki as always, aaaaa cannot wait to write more and chronicle my affections down 💢
Thank you for reading 💋
At first, he’s insufferable about it. He mocks human medicine, scoffs at the process of making soup and declares that “midgardian remedies are as useless as Thor’s humility.”
But when the sniffles you keep trying to conceal get louder and the coughing becomes too intense to reply, the teasing dissolves into quiet panic.
You stated how ridiculous he looked fussing over you like a mother hen, Loki only smiled.
“A hen? Hardly. I am more like…an immune system, a white blood cell. A rather dashing one. Fighting like hell for you.”
“Hey! I study the energy associated with time itself!”, you tease back, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I’ve researched and co-written multiple papers about the Pavličić Theory of Temporal Energy, a random sickness will not get the best of me.”
That was before your joints started to hurt badly, your hearing was blocked and you found yourself bedridden with a fever approaching hard and fast. You succumbed soon enough, struggling to find a proper sleeping position and letting the tiredness get to you after the frustration of thrashing under the sheets.
You felt something grazing your wrist but pretended it was nothing, just a trick of the light. Loki, in the meantime, was secretly but not so secretly, tracing little runes of healing along your wrist. He liked to admire your hand in his during rare moments like these.
You woke to the sound of clinking glass and something faintly herbal in the air, hinting that maybe the nap did help after all, your sense of smell hadn’t completely diminished. The light in your room was dim, flickering like candle flame and when you turned your head, Loki was standing at the foot, sleeves rolled up, an expression of utter disdain aimed at your favourite ceramic bowl of what looked like soup.
“You are awake,” he said, too quickly to hide the relief.
“Good. Because this….concoction….refuses to behave as food should.”
You blinked at him, throat dry. “Did you….did you cook?”
He straightened.
“I improvised. Midgardian recipes are.…limited. But I assure you, my version will not kill you.”
A pause.
“At least, not quickly.”
You laughed weakly, then coughed and his face softened immediately. The sarcasm dissolved into genuine concern as he crossed the room and pressed a cool hand to your forehead.
His magic hummed faintly beneath his skin, a rhythm that steadied your breathing.
“You’ve burned yourself out again”, he murmured. “Your body may be mortal, but it is stubborn to a fault.”
You tried to smile. “I learned from the best.”
He huffed, eyes glinting like fractured emeralds. “Flattery will not shorten your recovery, darling.”
For the next few hours, he refused to leave your side, conjuring cooling cloths, brewing Asgardian tea that glowed faintly green and reading to you in that low, lilting voice from whatever book he could find, sometimes be Norse poetry, sometimes your own research notes (which he pretended to critique but secretly memorized).
His presence filled the quiet, like warmth soaking into your cold bones. Every time you would stir awake, he’d still be there, eyes soft, voice low, magic humming faintly in the air to keep you warm.
When the fever finally broke, you found him half-asleep in a chair beside the bed. His head tilted back, dark hair messy, lips parted in the gentlest snore. For once, he looked almost human. Almost safe.
You whispered, “Your kaleidoscope eyes sparkle at the world, but right now they seem….tired.”
He stirred, one corner of his mouth lifting. “You speak as though you’ve memorized them.”
“Maybe I have.”
He exhaled, a laugh and a sigh in one. “I’m a disappearing act done poorly,” he said softly thinking of his past at Asgard, the complexities of coming to terms with who he is, “but if I ever get it right, you’ll miss me sorely.”
Your heart tightened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. You reached for his hand, cold fingers, careful magic. “Then don’t get it right.”
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world narrowed to the sound of your breathing and the faint glow of his magic circling your wrist.
Finally, he muttered, almost to himself, “I’ll still be here, wishing and waiting for you to come on.”
You smiled through the haze of exhaustion. “And you’re doing a great job during all of it, Doctor.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple and whispered, “Don’t make me prove it by curing you twice.”
And for the first time in days, breathing came easily.
PS: Just for your information! 🤟🏼
The Pavličić Theory of Temporal Energy is a revolutionary framework that reconceptualizes time from a passive dimension to an active energetic force. The theory proposes that time possesses quantifiable energy described by the formula Et = mc² × T^n, and suggests that all physical phenomena emerge from temporal energy manipulation, offering testable predictions and technological applications including time travel and matter creation.
It also provides novel explanations for quantum indeterminacy, cosmological acceleration, black hole behavior, and the fundamental nature of universal creation (Pavlicic, 2025).
I wanted to write MCU characters × reader little stories, because I know how much it helped/helps me get through the days.
But I saw a post against × reader. The post in itself was neutral. Just saying they didn't like it. And I get it. It's not for everyone.
The problem is...there were tons of people in the comments/reblogs saying it's trash, that people writing and reading those are stupid narcissistic freaks...
It makes me feels so bad that what keeps me from harming myself is seen that way...
You people have a superiority complex and find anything to be bullies... Some of you are even considering yourselves outcasts, and then you spread these hateful words...
Now, my heart feels all sorts of wrong and the dozen of ideas I had feel useless...
A/n: Idk what this is. This thing has been sitting in my drafts for so long, and I haven't posted in forever... so. I finally finished it. Here we go, enjoy.
He could listen to you for hours...
The God of Mischeif, the silvertongue of Gods, he's the God who loved to hear himself speak. Words dripped from his lips like honey, or boomed from his depths in power. He enjoyed talking, it was his tool beside his dagger he welded equally graceful and skillfully.
He'd use it to spark the fear in cowering swine, use it to make snide and conniving comments to wound up midgard's heroes, or to caress your ears just to see you go flush red. His words were his way to get what he wanted but... he found your words all the more captivating.
It wasn't like you were doing this on purpose. On the contrary, you found yourself trying not to spiel thoughtless things to the closest person. For the longest time, Loki saw you for your reverence, your shyness as you worked away in the Avengers Tower. He did know your voice tk be tender and sweet in the caveats of days that passed with your kind greetings, small talk with colleagues and phone messages at your desk, but the moment you got latched on to a topic... Loki found himself listening a little bit more closely.
He watched as your eye lit up, your soft lips breaking out into a grin, one that twitched hesitantly as ti contain the visible excitement he saw bubble up inside you. He'd interrupt anyone in the room that may have been talking over you just to inquire on this small matter with you — a book, a movie, a part of history, a niche topic, a notion — and naturally a blush threatened your cheeks. His eyes softened, nodding to letting you know he was listening and the ends of his lips lift to see that was all you needed -- a greenlight that someone cared. Your hesitant words grew to rants, knowledge flowing from you. Your articulation, the fine words you kept in your hidden reputiore, alongside these thoughts. Soon there were days it was just you and him, sitting somewhere hed catch up, comfortably laxed as he hummed at your shared conversations that transformed into your personal monologues hed sit audience to. All of which hed constantly instigate...
"The- then I read an article about ahh- uhm, L-loki?" You breath hitched and he smirked.
"Yes, darling?"
"You- uh, you sure you want me to..." You breath hitch at the way his breath fans your sensitive neck, "Oh yes, dear." His slender hands trail over you hips and god-perfect thighs under that hideous coat.
"Keep talking to me, you know how much I love your voice." His voice hums lowly, kissing that spot under your ear making your shudder slightly. "So sensitive..." He comments smugly.
He had you situated on your desk. Useless things in his eyes pushed to the side to make room for you. How you got into this situation, who knows. And most importantly, who cares? He stood between your legs, up and close tasting your skin and finally feeling how fucking maluable you are in the palm of his hands. Atlas, hearing you shudder and stutter in his ear, under his touch, it was like he was in Valhalla.
"mm darling~" He purrs. "I don't hear you talking..."
You face flushes. You couldn't think straight. "R-right."
"What this article about, hm? I'm listening..." His words end with another wet kiss to your collar bone. A badge of his sincerity.
"it... it was about mythological.... p-paintings." He hums against your skin, kisses trailing your delicate skin.
"Is that right?" He murmurs, before sucking experimentally on a spot only to smirk at the gasp and sigh he elicits from you almost instantly.
"A-about gods and hah..." Loki rubs circles over your hips. "About their heavenly battles," his hands run over your underside of your thighs, smoothing over the plushness before gripping it needily, "them as legends... their- their beauty." He pulls you close to the edge, and your eyes widen at the feeling of his bulge against your inner thigh.
"No need to read about gods when you already have one in the palm of your hands, darling." His snake-like gaze meets yours, his nose brushing yours. His emerald eyes glimmer at your flushed complexion. His fingers graze the band of your leggings. "May I?" He asks softly.
You nod your head.
In a rough yet swift motion, he easily pulls down your pants past your ass and down to your thighs. You watch as his gaze darkens at the sight and you blush, embarrassed. The way his eyes are glued to the wet patch over your clothed pussy makes you squirm. "Lokii..." You whine softly at his long silence. He ignores you. His slender fingers suddenly brush your damp panties, marvelling at the way your cunt involuntarily quivers. He could feel his cock twitch at the view.
His hand comes up hard against the underside of your thigh. The harsh slap echoes in the empty office space. He towers over you and your knees held together by the band of your leggings, hugging your thighs deliciously. One of his large hands pinning you in this position from the back of your knee while the other rubs the pink mark of your skin in forgiveness.
"You stopped speaking, my pretty dove~" He says. His palm travels to your drooling pussy, and he glances at it. The smug grin on his lips widens ever so slightly, satisfied by the growing dark spot on the thin fabric. He audibly groans at the feeling; the wetness pressed against his skin, the heat that radiates from you. All for him, he thinks.
"I want to hear it. Your melodic voice, darling." He continues. Your breath hitches as he drag his middle and forefinger down your slit so easily. "You may think no one's listening... the way you murmur and talk so sweetly, to even the most unworthy of such a sound..." His flattery words drip from his silvery tongue akin to honey and poison. "You have no idea the state you reduce me to when you whisper instructions in my ear when I'm on those god-awful missions... it's the only reason I keep attending." He preens, and he sinks a thumb in your clothed fold, a devilish smirk gracing his lips at your shocked and broken moan.
His eyes glimmered at the way you struggle to walk the line of thought and the abyss of pleasure. He leans down, his lips just tickling the shell of your ear. He breathes steadily compared to your laboured breaths, pausing for a moment to resist the urge to bite you before speaking, "So I want you to speak, my love. I want to hear you babble every frivolous thought as I ravish you. Fucking you to the sound of you trying to retain a single coherent notion. Choking on your words as I listen intently... giving you the attention you deserve, darling."
He pulls back slowly, his nose lightly caressing your cheek as he meets your cloudy eyes. Through hooded lids, his intense gaze flickers over your flushed expression. Your desperate eyes and parted lips, swollen from how much you bit them just to controll yourself — only makes him want to try harder to push you over the edge. You feel his thumb press up against the hood of your clit, and the way you whimper and pull at his clothes, tells him he's the first to ever touch you like this.
"Mm, would you like that?" He whispers. "Finally give you the attention you always deserved?"
He presses on your clit, "m- y-yes! Yes Loki, please." You blurt, you felt like you were going to cry.
"Oh darling..." He removes his hands off you to cup your face. A wanton whine bubbles up into your throat until the feeling of his lips against your forehead, dissolving your pent-up frustration for just a moment. "Patience." He says softly. "I'll give you want you so clearly desire..." His forehead touches yours. Burning hot skin against his contrastingly cool complexion.
However, looking up into his eyes, they were burning with want.
"Let's start with the article's first paragraph, shall we?"
Life on Valaheim could get boring very fast and add the constant guards around you because you are the princess of Vanaheim, there really wasn't anything fun to do.
Thats when you met Loki Odinson, the Royal family of Asgard were in Vanaheim due to the rise of violent attacks across the nine realms.
You two hit it off straight away, becoming a mischief duo that made you notorious around the palace, you guys pulled pranks on everyone, especially the old grumpy people who could use a little laughter in their old and dark days.
But that didn't mean that either of you were safe from the other.
One day after successfully pranking Loki you had run off to your guest chambers, giggling your head off as you hear pounding footsteps behind you.
"Y/N! I am supposed to be in a board meeting!" Loki yells from behind you in soaking wet clothes.
That's right, you had dumped water from a staircase on a frost giant that was a good half a meter taller than you.
You really were fearless.
You slipped through the long corridor and ran into your guest chambers.
"You really aren't good at hiding" you heard his smooth voice behind you that sends a shiver down your spine before being airborn for a hot second and landing onto your bed, Loki making quick work of pinning you down.
"Oh come on lokes it was just a harmless little pran-KHIHIH" you squalled at the end of your sentence as Loki drilled into your ribs.
"Then you won't mind some harmless little tickles" he said with a smirk before poking around on the upper side of your ribs, right under you armpits.
"AHHAHHAHHAA LOKIHIHIHIHI!" you screamed over your laughter.
"Yes that's my name princess" he grinned as he continued to tickle you to tears.
"YOU JERKHAHHAHHAHA"
"Ah it seems my brother has been teaching you Midgard slang, how thoughtful of him" Loki mused as he went in for the kill. Your hips.
A unholy shriek left your lips, twisting and turning around desperately to escape his torture.
Just as your laughter turned silent he rolled off of you and laid beside you on the bed "You are one giggly princess"
"You are one annoying prince" you said through gasps of air.
He gasped in fake offense and poked your ribs again.
"ehHih no more" you giggled rolling away from him, and so you just laid there beside him.
Not knowing that Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard was slowly but surely falling in love with you, the adorable, beautiful princess.
