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Ballet

FANDOM: MCU.

PAIRING/STARRING: Loki & ballet dancer!fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 355.

SUMMARY: Who knew Midgardian ballet could be so riveting?

CONTENT: Pining? Mild stalking? Nothing truly bad.

A/N: Based on a prompt by a lovely anon: “Youre free to ignore this but imagine Loki becoming infatuated with a ballet dancer who happens to be good at sorcery as well”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

Ballet

He’s gone to one of the shows, expecting something slightly boring but at least classier than what Thor would prefer.

And there she is: light as a feather as she spins and leaps across teh stage. And it's not just the dancing in itself, it's the fact that she uses magic so subtly that no one else picks up on it - just Loki, knowing the delicacy of the arcane himself.

She uses it to hover just a second longer in the air, for her dress to flow just right, and the light to glimmer in her eyes in a way that damn near enthralls him too.

He has to shake his head to clear his mind of the allure...but it's not enough.

He is back the next evening. And the one after that. Each time closer to the stage until he's gotten the front row, middle seat.

She's elegant, lithe but deceptively strong in a way that reminds him of the way he himself moves when he dances or even fights - dexterity over brawn.

The way she bows down, gracefully sweeping the very tips of her fingers across the floor before her before straightening up under thunderous applause.

A practiced smile.

And then their eyes meet.

Using his own magic, Loki discreetly changes the colour of his suit, causing her to arch a delicate brow. Then she bows once more, tears her eyes from him and traipses off teh stage.

He waits for her by the back entrance of the theatre, pleased to find that she's the last to come out so no one will come upon them in the dimly lit alley.

When she emerges, it's with an air of bravado and calm...and for once Loki finds that he is the one to suffer from a certain nervousness as he extends a hand.

“Loki...yes, I recognize you,” she smiles, accepting the greeting by placing her slender hand in his.

He brings it to his lips and kisses the knuckle ever so lightly.

“You’re a woman of many talents. Care to...become acquainted?” he asks, earning a smile.

“It’d be my honour.”

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one-Shot | Comforting Loki when he finds out that he is a frost giant

Summary: After Loki confronts his father about being a frost giant you show up. You comfort him and remind him that he is loved.

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When you entered the artefact room you were a bit shocked at the sight before you. Odin was lying on the stairs, visibly drifting off into Odinsleep. Loki was holding his hand, and he had the most broken expression on his face that you had ever seen. The guards took Odin away, while you stayed with Loki.

"Loki, what happened?" you breathily asked while rushing towards him. He looked up at you surprised, he hadn't noticed your entrance.

By the time you reached him, his eyes were already filling with tears and when you dropped down next to him he collapsed into your arms. You held him close, rubbing comforting circles on his back. His hands clawed into the fabric of your shirt, desperate for some support while his whole life was falling apart in front of his eyes.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm here. I'm here for you" " you whispered repeatedly into his ear, occasionally pressing a kiss in his hair. "No, it isn't! I-" his voice broke.

"Shhhh," you whispered pressing your cheek to his head and cradling him closer to you. " I'm here and I'll stay. You don't have to tell me what's going on right now." He nodded as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder, allowing himself to freely cry in your arms.

You stayed like this for quite some time. When his sobs eventually turned into quiet sniffles and finally died down completely you loosened your grip a little, testing if he let you pull away or if he needed to be held a little longer.

He did not protest, so you pulled away just enough to cup his face with your hands and look at him. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and the expression on his face resembled that of a sad puppy. You were sure your heart would break any minute.

"Want to tell me what happened now?" you asked with a loving smile, wiping away his tears.

He nodded and turned from you to sit on the stairs more comfortably. You sat down beside him and took his hand. He then told you what he had found out about himself and about his conversation with Odin.

"I have never been more than a political instrument. And now that doesn't matter anymore?! Y/N I don't know who I am anymore." he cried. You pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to his head.

"You are Loki Odinson. I see how you understood Odin saying the political plans he had with you don't matter anymore as 'you don't matter anymore', but I think that's not what he meant. Can't it be that those plans don't matter anymore, because now you matter? Can't it be that he abandoned his original plans because he loved you as his son?" you suggested.

Loki let out a heavy sigh considering your words. "He could have told me before. Instead, he just hoped I would never find out. What 'loving father' does that"

"A lot of them actually" you answered. "How parents communicate, or don't communicate, to their children that they are adopted is often a problem. And I so agree with you that Odin should have told you at some point himself."

"He told me he wanted to protect me from the truth." Loki cried "From what? From what I am? Am I such a horrible monster that I need to be protected from myself?!" Your heart broke for him at these words.

"Oh dear, no! Look at me.", you lifted his head from your shoulder and brought your face close to his. "You are not a monster. Don't you ever believe that. Listen to me. You. Are. Not. A. Moster" You reassured, caressing his cheek with one hand.

He leaned into your touch with closed eyes. Tears streaming down his face again. "How can you be so sure when you haven't seen it yet."

"Because I know you.", you press a kiss to his forehead, "And I see you, and there is not the faintest trace of a monster."

Loki got up, pulling you up by your hand. He wordlessly guided you down the stairs, to the casket. You followed him, squeezing his hand in an attempt to offer some comfort.

When you reached the casket, he touched it with both hands, just as he had done earlier. Ever so slowly his skin turned blue and curious shapes appeared on his body. He turned his head towards you, sad red eyes staring into yours.

"Do you see it now?" He cried.

He expected you to be shocked. To turn away from him. Just the thought of you leaving him was more than he could bear at the moment. If you would hate him now, he was sure that no one could love him.

But to his surprise, you did none of that. You climbed between his arms, which were still holding onto the casket, and smiled at him with so much love in your eyes that his worries melted away in an instant. Loki closed his eyes when you cupped his face with your hands and pressed another kiss to his forehead.

"This doesn't change anything" you smiled. "You are not defined by your genes. Yes, you may have been born a frost giant, but you were raised in Asgard. You are an Asgardian, and even if you can't see it right now, you are so, so loved here."

Tears seeped out of his eyes again as he let go of the casket and placed his hands on top of yours, holding them in place.

"Thor loves you, a lot. Even if you stab him sometimes." you chuckled

"He doesn't know it yet" Loki whispered. "I don't think that it will make a difference to him," you said.

"He's been talking about slaying frost giants ever since we were children! How can you say it won't make a difference to him!" Loki whined.

"I know Thor, and you do too. He won't think of you differently, just because you turn blue when it gets cold. And I think his views about genocide might change once he comes back from his punishment." you chuckle.

"And your parents love you. Your father too, even if you can't see it at the moment. Even if he majorly fucked up."

"He claims to love me. But does he? He's always favoured Thor. I don't think that I can ever be good enough for him." He bites back.

"And that's fucked up. But he still loves you even if he sucks at being a father. But you don't owe him any love of yours, just that you don't misunderstand me. But I think that, when he wakes up, you two should have an honest talk. Maybe you'll find together again, maybe you won't. Nonetheless, there are people who love you here. Even if you feel alienated from everyone now, you are not alone, my dear."

He didn't know what to do with your words. He loved his family. And he wanted nothing more than his father to love him and to be proud of him. But he couldn't see it. Not right now. Not with what he had just found out.

And now you were standing here, telling him that he was indeed loved. Could that be true? He desperately wished it to be. And after all, you grew up with him, you nearly spend the same amount of time with his family he did. So maybe, just maybe you were right?

"And I love you Loki. I love you so much. No matter what happens I will always be at your side. I will always be there for you. I love you so so much." He closed his eyes again at your words.

This was what he had been longing to hear since you entered this room. You still loved him. Even if everyone else would turn on him, even if he had been no more than a political instrument for his father you still loved him.

This was the one thing you said, that he could believe at this moment. You had seen what he was and still loved him.

He let himself sink into your arms again. When he felt your fingers running through his hair he let out a small whimper.

With every touch, you pierced his shattered soul back together. Every hug, every caress of your hand, every forehead kiss put a piece back into its place.

You two stood there, in front of the casket, for a long time, just holding each other.

Finally, you broke the comfortable silence :

"I understand that Odin won't wake up for some time, now that he is in Odinsleep. And with Thor banished, all the responsibility will be on you now. If that's too much for you at the moment, if you want to take some time to process everything, you can stay at my place for a while and escape everything, just for now. Only if you'd like, of course", you offered.

He pulled out of the hug, just so much that he could look you in the eye. "I'd very much like that, thank you" he smiled at you, sad, but also thankful.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead "I love you"

"I love you too"

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Note: I did not proofread this so if it sucked I'm sorry. If I ever find the motivation to go over it again I might edit it and make it better I guess.

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Hide & Seek

Paring: Loki & black reader

Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.

Words: 1,030 words

Plot: A woman meets her god for the first time.

Warning: For 18+ readers, contains swearing and copious drinking.

Notes: A stream of consciousness short story based on this writing prompt:

A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one.

So this is a story that just poured out. It kinda combines MCU Loki and Norse Loki.

A woman is spending a week with friends in a cottage to escape her crappy job and failing relationship. After a night filled with strange dreams, she awakens with a mark. It looks like some sort of rune, though she can’t be sure. She knows what this means, though it’s taken so long she hoped that she wouldn’t get it at all.

None of her friends can help her, it looks different for everyone, though all agree that it is odd and indecipherable. But not for her. For her it remains the same. She tries to search online for every god she can think of, but there’s no illumination. She panics. How can she build a temple for a god she can’t locate? Where does she even start?

Her friends try to cheer her up, they spend the day and night trying to lose their troubles in the bottom of several bottles. She stumbles out of the cabin, following the moonlight to clear her head. Eventually she tires and lays down in the leaves, angrily staring up at the sky.

She yells her frustration into the night air. “Why did you even pick me! I’m a fuck up! I don’t know what I’m doing! I can’t do anything for you, pick someone else!”

She cries softly in the quiet night before slowly sitting up. The world wobbles as she stands, and she stumbles backwards, unable to make the forest stop spinning.

Strong arms hold her up.

“There is no need to cry, my dear. I am the god of misfits, outcasts and those who are lost.” The voice is low and amused. “You will be a perfect disciple.”

Her breath hitches. “Wh- who are you?” She turns around, trying to see the person, deity, speaking to her. This isn’t how it’s meant to happen. Humans are meant to seek out the gods, not the other way around.

The god laughs as they avoid her searching eyes. Their laugh stabilises her, makes the ground feel firmer under her feet. They’re playing with her, making this into a frustrating dance. Their feet barely disturbs the leaves below.

“I am the god of deceit and truth, of mischief and consequence. I am found in the air and water, in the fire and earth. I am loved. And hated.”

“But what’s your name?” she exclaims. “Please, tell me!”

“But what would be the fun in that?” they laugh.

Her eyes are covered delicately by long fingers. She is drawn close to them. Her breaths quicken as the voice speaks softly into her ear. It is intimate and serious. “Find me, human. You will find my name all around you. Embrace the shards of your life, revel in what can’t be known. In the places you fear to tread, that is where I will be. Such pleasures await you, mortal. You simply must be brave enough to seek them.”

Their words feel like a kiss, like an embrace. A promise to her. But then she is alone once more.

She goes back to her friends who are worriedly calling her name. Tell them what happened in the forest. They shake their heads, telling her she’s drunk and probably fell asleep. That isn’t how it happens. The journey to the gods is what binds you to them. What kind of god has no temple? What kind of god approaches their worshippers as equals?

She ignores them, taking a bottle of whiskey and going into the empty conservatory. She looks out into the forest and opens the wide doors. She grabs two glasses from a bar cart and sags into a soft armchair.

She pours two glasses, placing them on the small coffee table. She takes one, clinking it against the second glass.

“To you, god of mischief. I’ll find you, you bastard. I don’t have a choice”

She leans back, allowing the burn of her drink to make her feel deliciously heavy. The forest suddenly seemed so alive. She was sure that she could feel their stare, in the dark. Daring her. Looking out for her.

She falls asleep with the wind blowing gently around her. It almost sounds like it’s speaking to her, telling her long-lost secrets.

When she wakes up the next morning, she is comfortable, though this is lessened by the hellish hangover that wraps painfully around her brain. She tries to swallow, though her mouth feels like sandpaper.

She picks up the whiskey bottle. The only way out is through. She looks at it in confusion. The half full bottle is empty. She looks around. She’s still alone, though the door had blown shut in the night. She places the bottle down, letting out a panicked curse when she notices the other glass.

It’s been drained of its contents as well, save for one unexpected visitor. A tiny garter snake watches her, curled in the glass. Its small tongue darts out as she peers at it, its large dark eyes calm. It’s almost pretty, a rich inky green with golden stripes.

She laughs in shock at the oddness of the evening, groaning as her head throbs in response.

She carefully lifts the snake, rubbing its head. “You belong outside, little guy.”

The snake wraps around her hand as she walks towards a bush, slithering away when she lets it go.

She goes back inside, to her equally hungover friends. They all agree that they hadn’t fucked with her while she was sleeping. She tries to remember the haziness of the previous night. That voice, seductive, with a thread of power thrumming underneath. The playfulness of the encounter.

She sips the coffee passed to her, a small smile pulling at her lips. She chuckles as she remembers the moment before she fell asleep.

“I know their name,” she says quietly. In the liminal realm between slumber and consciousness, she heard it plainly on the wind.

Loki. It filled her with anticipation, like she was returning to something she hadn’t realised she left. Such pleasures await you.

Fuck the job and her relationship. For once, she had something to look forward to. She was going to find this bastard god, and have fun doing it.

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pairing. loki laufeyson & plus size sister!reader

wordcount. 889

summary. after taking a trip to midgard with thor, you are shaken with the shocking discovery that your once praised body was looked down upon.

warnings. hurt/comfort, insecurities, overthinking, loki being a good big brother, thor is oblivious, humans suck, blunt loki, kind of dieting? (if you squint).

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Growing up in Asgard, you had never really had any qualms about your weight or height; hell, you hadn't even thought about it. Your people were more worried about drinking and large feasts rather than what your body looks like.

In Asgard, everyone was desired, everyone was equal and deserving. You had never once grown up feeling like you lived in your brothers Thor and Loki’s shadows.

So when Thor had offered you to come to visit Midgard with him, it was safe to say you experienced a major culture shock.

It was the simple things that you had begun to notice during your stay there; people side-eyeing you, their gaze lingering for longer than you were comfortable with, often having look a disgust on their faces.

For the first time in your life, you hadn't felt comfortable in your own skin, wanting nothing more than to go back home to hide in your chambers.

Expressing to Thor that you had felt a little home sick, he bid you a farewell.

Loki could tell the difference in your demeanor once you had arrived home, briskly walking past him and into your room.

All you could do was think, nitpicking every single part of your life leading up to this moment; what did the Asgardians think about you? Did they find you as revolting as the Midgardians did? Did your people think you weren't fit to lead due to the size of your body?

Yes, you had to admit that when you were a child you had indulged in the delicacies that were Asgardian sweets, but was that such a crime?

Loki knew that humans could cruel, not having a sense of acceptance when it came to looks like Asgardians do. He was aware that you were different, and he wasn't trying to be cruel, but it was blatantly obvious with your short height and extra weight, but that was a sign of good health, fortune, and riches.

The only thing Loki didn't know was that you began to grow jealous of him; jealous of his confidence, his height, and his build.

You began to think that, that was the body of a warrior, the body of someone that was built to lead. For the first time in forever, you weren't sure about yourself, and you hated it.

You watched longingly as your friends and family feasted, the only thing on your plate consisted of a piece of meat and vegetables. Loki could see it in your eyes that you were unhappy, but Thor was none the wiser, messing around and laughing. Loki wasn't one for these parties, but the difference in your behavior was what drew him here, to keep an eye on you.

Loki took a seat next to you. “Not one for the festivities today, little sister?” You heard him ask. You turned your head to look at him, acutely aware of the fact that your stomach growled. “I've been training a lot recently, must be making me tried.” You said with a tight lipped smile. You could tell that Loki didn't buy it.

“How about you come take a walk with me? It's quite suffocating in here with all the meatheads in one place.” That pulled an actual laugh from you, Loki now adorning a small smile as he waited for your answer. “Yes, that sounds lovely.” You both quietly exited, no doubt no one would notice the both of your absence.

The night was silent, Loki's hands clasped behind his back as he walked besides you silently.

“You know midgardians are fools, do you not?”

You let out a sigh, not daring to look into his eyes. “I wouldn't say fools exactly.” He scoffed, “Then superficial may be the correct word.” You couldn't argue with him about that one. “Their opinion should not matter to you, sister. You are a God, they are merely a speck of dust compared to you. You are above them, you are what protects them, if they knew who you were they'd bow at your feet.”

“It's not just that Loki, I— it doesn't matter if I'm a god. It matters what my people think. What if they don't think I'm fit to lead because of my body? It makes sense if they think you or Thor are. You both have the body of a warrior, someone that is fit to lead, and fight, and I'm— and I'm just… soft.” You rambled, tears stinging in your eyes.

“Stop.” He said, his voice hard. “You don't need a body like mine or Thor's to be fit to lead. You are the strongest woman I know, inside and out. You have the attributes of a queen, of a solider, someone that can take care of their people,” He stopped so that he could set both of his hands on your shoulders.

“Yes, having a fit body does help, but that is nothing compared to the bravery that is needed.” You hadn't realized it, but Loki's words were exactly what you needed to hear for the past week. Allowing him to pull you in a hug, you silently cried into his chest.

Now, Loki was never one for sentiments, but you were his little sister, so there would always be a soft spot in his heart for you.

“Thank you, brother.” You breathed.

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Trust Me

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1091

TW: Betrayal, Reader Death, Explosion, Eye Trauma

As you found yourself on an alien planet, dangling off the side of a cliff two hundred feet off the ground, the only thought that ran through your head was Huh. This is definitely not how I expected to die. It wasn’t as if S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had a good track record of dying peacefully in their sleep but falling off a cliff wasn’t such a common occurrence either. Since becoming an agent, you had always assumed you would give your life in battle for a teammate or sacrifice yourself to help save the world. And even after Director Fury had assigned you to be the S.H.I.E.L.D. emissary to Asgard, you had expanded the list of possible deaths to include things like intergalactic eels, getting sucked out into space, or accidently eating a fruit that was deadly to Midgardians. But death by falling off a cliff still had never crossed your mind.

Yet, here you were, barely managing to hold on to a ledge with one hand while the other hand clasped the golden box you had been tasked with retrieving. Or more specifically, you had been tasked with retrieving the magic amulet contained within the golden box. Thor had tried to explain exactly what it did, but all the space magic hocus pocus went right over your head. But you had gotten the gist of things: amulet was powerful = mustn’t fall into the wrong hands.

And so, while Thor had distracted the guards, you and Loki had snuck into the Vanaheim warehouse to steal the box. Everything had gone according to plan, until something tripped you during your escape and you slid off the side of the cliff. Luckily, you had managed to grab a small ledge that jutted out of the cliffside, stopping your descent. However, you knew neither the ledge nor your arm could hold out forever.

Loki was on his knees peering over the edge of the cliff, his face a mixture of fear and uncertainty. He glanced between your two occupied hands and called down to you, “I can’t help you while you are holding the box. Hand it to me, then I can pull you up by your free hand.”

“I can’t do that. Thor made me promise to guard the amulet and never let it out of my possession.”

“Well, I think he would make an exception in this case. And you can have it back as soon as you have ground beneath your feet again.” Suddenly, your hand that was grasping the ledge slipped a few centimeters as some small rocks broke off under your clenched fingers. You and Loki locked eyes, both pairs frantic with panic, knowing there wasn’t much time left. He leaned over the cliff on his stomach, reaching his hand towards you. “Please, let me help you! For once, just trust me!”

You stared at him a moment longer, then gently tossed the box into his outstretched hand. As soon as it was securely in his grasp, all panic drained from his face as it was replaced by the sly, pretentious smirk you had come to know all too well. Loki flipped his hair back as he raised himself up to his knees, sneering down his nose at your still dangling form below him. “Sorry my dear. It hurts, doesn’t it? Being lied to. But you know, God of Mischief and all that. You really should be more careful about who you trust in the future.” He glanced down at the long drop beneath you. “Well, if there was a future for you. Now if you excuse me, I have a galaxy to conquer.”

With that, he stood and began to turn away from the edge of the cliff, opening the box as he did. BANG! The box exploded into hundreds of tiny, jagged shards just as you had rigged it to do. You heard Loki scream in agony as the metal pieces tore into him. He whipped around and you saw that his hands and face had taken the brunt of the damage. The worst of the injuries were a large piece of shrapnel that had embedded itself into the bottom of his chin and another slightly smaller piece which was sticking out of his now ruined eye socket. You laughed humorlessly as you realized it made him look like a cheap imitation of Odin. Oh, he’s going to despise that!

As Loki glared down at you, blood dripping like rain on your face, you pulled the amulet from your jacket with a cruel smile. His one good eye widened in amazement. You yelled up to him, “If you recall, I never said I trusted you, you asshole! I figured you would try and pull something like this, so I removed the amulet and used one of my explosives to booby trap the box. After knowing you for this long, did you really think I would forget about all your tricks?”

“Ah, but it seems you forgot about this one!” His face was a mask of fury as he dramatically waved his hands in your direction. Nothing happened.

Loki looked down at his hands in confusion, not comprehending why his magic hadn’t worked. You laughed harshly. “I didn’t forget but it seems you did! Thor said that that specific box was used to hide the amulet because it blocks magic. Which means that as long as all those tiny pieces are still lodged in your face, you can’t access your magic! You’re completely powerless!” You watched as he tried again and again to get the slightest spark of magic, but it was no use.

Finally, he gave up and hissed down at you. “So, what now? There’s nothing else you can do. You’re out of options. Just hand me the amulet and I might just look past this little indiscretion and still save your traitorous hide. After all, I am the only one who can help you. You’re dead without me.”

“You’re wrong, Loki.” You stared back unflinchingly. “There was never anyone here who would help me. I was dead the moment I fell off the edge of this cliff.”

Tucking the amulet close to your chest, you let go of the ledge. As you fell, some sick, twisted part of you was kind of glad that the last image you would ever see was Loki’s wounded, bloody face full of astonishment and disbelief. You had finally pulled one over on the trickster god. You just hoped Thor would find your body with the amulet before Loki did.

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Ablaze

Pairing: Loki & Reader

Warnings: food

Summary: You decide to make a little surprise for the bithday of the god of chaos

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It took a while, but Loki got used to the Midgardian obsession with birthdays. Because, the thing with coming from an immortal race is, no one cares about birthdays. Usually, people celebrate a few birthdays for the little kids until they reach about 500, then the coming of age celebration at 1000 and that's it. In fact, celebrating birthdays 5000 times is the most self-centred action Loki can think of.

But, when he had to sign in the paperwork for the avengers program, he had to fill in the birthday (hour, minutes and time zone included because Natasha will die if she doesn't know everyone's natal chart). It took some time to convert to the Gregorian calendar and the time was mostly estimated with the help of Heimdall (Natasha didn't let them leave it blank) but Loki managed to fill it in without getting killed. And, in his naivety, he thought that the deal was over after the astrology lecture.

Until, one morning, before Loki's brain could wake up fully, people started wishing happy birthday and shoving gifts at them. Only after he asked what was happening, Sam explained the whole concept.

Before Loki could explain that they want a more chill thing, Tony announced a party, declaring that it will be “glorious”. Loki was the only one absent. After that, the chill things were pretty much obligated. And Loki still has odd feelings about birthdays, but he appreciates the books he gets.

And yes, you do respect that Loki likes chill birthdays, but you want to make it a little spicy. And since you can't spice up with going glamorous, one option is left, chaos.

You needed a month to prepare everything for it, during which Loki was banned from entering a specific room in the tower. And you were done just in time for the big day.

“Is that really necessary?” Loki groans as you guide them to the room in question.

“Yes. And don't cheat!” you slap the hand that was messing with the blindfold.

“You know, I'm over a thousand years old,” he snaps.

“Trust me, I know,” you answer with all honesty and open the door.

“SURPRISE!” you take the blindfold off, watching as Loki stares at the cake.

Well, calling it a cake is an understatement, since it's covered with lit candles.

“Is that…?”

“1056 candles, I counted them,” you answer with a proud smile.

“Do you realize the cake is covered with wax?”

“I do, that's why this is a fake cake. The actual cake is in the fridge, that's more of a symbolic cake,”

“And I have to blow them?” they point at the cake.

“Yes, you have to feel the 1056 years,” you smile. Loki sighs and gestures to you to sit down.

He takes his sweet time, slowly blowing the candles, nearly one by one. You know they take their time because they never stop grinning at you. And, after half an hour, he blows the last candle, and you applaud from your seat.

“Thank you. Where's the cake?” they ask, quite innocently. You get up and bring him the cake. But, before you could even get the knife, they take it and run towards their room.

And, after closing the door behind him, Loki thought he's safe with his cake, until you emerge from the vents.

“I EARNED IT,” they screech.

“I baked it! And it's that, or I bring back the “happy womb evacuation day” panel,” you threaten. Loki sighs and lets you sit on the couch with them, materializing two forks as you put on their favourite movie.

“Thank you, I really appreciate the effort you took into making these,” Loki smiles, one hand holding you closer. You smile back.

“Don't mention it, we can’t celebrate today without some chaos,” you smirk, making Loki snort. He gives you a playful squeeze in the ribs before going quiet to focus on the cake and movie, you follow soon.

~~~~~

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SFW

Something different today-

Quick funny lil thing that woke me from a nap (only cause o was laughing so hard)

So today! Meet my first imagine!

Sfw- MCU Loki & GN!reader (who has Maladaptive daydreaming) featuring Norse Loki!

Content Warning

MCU Loki, Norse Loki, paganism, maladaptive daydreaming, talk of tarot reading & runes (learning to read/use runes) slightly incorrect communication with Pagan Gods- listen it’s for the story leave me be.

When I do my communications it *feels* like he calls me “Little Finn” like ITS A JOKE ABOUT A FISH FIN AND I-

If you work with deities how do you openly communicate? And do you feel like they have a “nickname” for you??

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• Okay, so it starts cute.

Lounging around, talking to MCU Loki, watching him out the corner of your eye while he scoffs as your use of mortal magick.

•It’s only a little annoying, really-

He’s still such a child but it’s sweet, endearing, really. (Think, Tva Loki-) hes flicking his knife, humming his lil song while you quietly do your readings.

•the runes-

The runes are, interesting. It’s not easy but not hard. You don’t take to them straight away but you’re curious to learn. MCULoki doesn’t help- not that you want him to.

•communication spread with Norse Loki

When it comes to try an open communication spread with NorseLoki you freeze, should you really be /imagining/ his MCU version here? While you do it? Is that weird? Rude even?

It’s funny when it happens, you’re staring at the cards, zoning out and not really taking in their meanings. There’s a new energy, sparking around the room you’re both in and you can *feel* the voice impression presses in your mind. You shiver.

“Little Human.” He says of a way of greeting, this is one of your first contacts with him so there’s no endearment or nicknames yet.

He’s still tricky, mischievous and fun. Much like the lazy god on your couch, he’s,,, endearing and you find a sense of peace in that.

There’s a moment and you quickly look at MCU Loki- “be careful of him- he has a thing for variations of himself-“

The god glares at you, there’s a pause, the energy in the room amused, and charged. MCULoki launches at you and you launch back. A chase is on.

Reading forgotten, but mischief handled.

Having two Loki’s around isn’t so bad-

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When I first started on my path with paganism I was curious bout everything. But in the early days there was these spiders I’d save and let lose in my room.

I was reading, on my stomach on the ground one night and a spider, whole ass spider, came up and BOOPED ME ON THE NOSE? It was adorable, it ran away after that but it Heckin booped me.

[fictionalxreader-interactions]

Loki & Reader(Child of Loki Variant)

Loki held his breath, but when he saw that the TVA agents weren’t looking directly at him, he let it out. He had felt like he passed through some sort of wardings, but he wasn’t sure of them. He stepped closer, inches away from a pissed off agent making a call to others that they lose visual. 

When the agent made a move to step forward they then paused. They looked a bit confused before turning away and heading off in the opposite direction. 

“What the-”

“The wards discourage them from wanting to come this way. They can’t see nor hear us on this side.” 

Loki jumps as he turned towards the voice, preparing his magic for an attack before stilling. Before him was...a child. Well, more like a teenager. 

“Right. Well, that’s...” Loki frowned deeply. His time at the TVA was relatively short, but with how much trouble he was going through to prove himself worthy for a simple meeting with the Time Keepers, how was this child able to go undetected? “Other than the TVA, it’s rather calm out there.” 

The teen nodded. “I like being the only source of chaos in a fifty mile radius at least, if I can help it. Easier to keep control.” 

“Bit of an oxymoron, don’t you think?” 

“Says the God of Mischief wearing the TVA jacket.” the teen deadpanned. 

“Touché.” Then he paused before he asked, “You know who I am?” 

The teen seemed to debate on whether to answer or not. At first, it seemed like they chose to not answer. Instead they began to gather their belongings. Physically but also magically.  They didn’t have much to pack and were finished rather quick. When their hands began to glow green, Loki panicked and reached for their wrist. 

Loki’s fear was that the wards would be taken down, and the TVA would be on him again before he had a plan. Or a speech that Mobius would buy. 

But the fear he caught in the teen’s eye caused him to let go. He held his hands up in a placating manner, “Whoa. I...I don’t mean harm. I just don’t want the wards to go down.” 

“...they’ll go down when I’m out of this dimension.” the teen said. They eyed Loki warily and with a slight perplexed expression. “In theory, it shouldn’t go down at all. They may stay up until you leave.” 

“Good. That’s good. But how come the TVA can’t see through them?” Loki asked curiously. If he could learn to hide himself from the power the likes of the TVA, he was going to! 

“They’re specially crafted to recognize a particular line of magic...”

“Asgardians?” Loki guessed. The only place he’s seen magic that powerful. 

The teen rolled their eyes in a vaguely familiar way. “You still haven’t caught on?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

The teen sighed, “Mischief.”

Loki’s eyes widened, “...you’re another variant?”

“Maybe. But also not what you’re thinking. I’m not you...”

“But you have my magical signatu-” Loki began, at first confused still before it clicked. His eyes widened. The teen’s awkward shrug and nod only left him breathless. Sure, there was always talk as he grew up in Asgard court about how his eventual marriage would require him to sire an heir. But it seemed so far away. More so recently with all the chaos with Thanos and the Infinity Stones. But...he was just one Loki. One of apparently many. One of them siring children shouldn’t be too far off...yet it was so odd! 

The fear he saw in the other’s eyes when he reached for their wrist came back to his mind. It was a lot to process. He pushed it aside for later, thinking more on the present and near future. 

“Join me!” He blurted out. Much like with his female counterpart, he would have said his next part of the plan, except he stalled. His plan kept being poked at by various other people that he wasn’t as confident as he once was about it. The teen looked ready to vanish. If other Loki’s could have powers he hasn’t even thought about dabbling in, god knew what a variant’s child knew! 

But he didn’t want them vanishing! In a panic he was reminded of how alone he was. In a blink he’d lost everything. His mother, his brother, his home and all the others he once knew. This person in front of him wasn’t his yet possibly the closest thing he could call family.  

 “Come with me...” He rephrased. Quieter and gentler this time.