I’m a fellow wing haver and I feel ya. I hate getting those feather dusters preened but it has to be done. I hope someone is extremely thorough with yours lol
-🐺♠️
I’ve got wings of my own! I’ll know juuust the right spots to preen
Your phone vibrates just as Steve is entering into the second hour of his torturous debrief, ending your staring contest with the middle of the conference room table.
Looking down at the screen you see it’s Loki calling and you have to bite back a smirk. He’s lasted longer than you thought he would. Days longer. You make a mental note to shower him in praise later for being so good for you, maybe even give him the reward he’s been craving.
You wave your phone in Steve’s direction as you stand from the table, but he’s so engrossed in discussing safety breaches on the last mission that he barely even registers that you’re leaving. Thankfully, none of the others who are being forced to endure Steve’s one man show seem to notice or care that you’re making an escape.
The second the door is fully closed behind you, you answer Loki’s call, feigning ignorance as to why he’s calling.
“Hey, Mischief. God, you’re so lucky you’re not sitting through this. I think Rogers is trying to break some kind of boredom record!” you say without pause, barely giving Loki the chance to interrupt.
When he does get the chance to speak, you can hear the strain in his voice. It makes you want to find the nearest dark corner and take care of yourself.
“Mistress…please, Mistress.” His voice is coming in shallow pants, and you can almost picture him in your mind.
You know he’s laying back in the sheets, firm thighs splayed wide while he strokes himself. You can picture the slide of his skin as he strokes himself, the pretty pink flush of his cheeks, and the way his hair is likely falling around him in a midnight halo. You can see the rise and fall of his muscular chest and the occasional twitch of his legs when he gets too close. Your Asgardian whore stroking himself to the torturous edge without letting himself fall over.
All because you haven’t given him permission to.
“Hmm? What is it, love? What do you need?” you tease him.
“You. Please, Mistress,” Loki pleads, a deep groan filling your ear as he pleasures himself.
The sound of his pleasure is almost enough to make you unravel. Nothing on earth compares to listening to Loki make himself feel good.
“Are you touching yourself?” you ask sultrily, knowing he likely has been for as long as the meeting has been going on. It’s been days since you granted him release.
Loki’s answer is a grunt and a soft moan as he continues stroking himself. “Yes, Mistress. Only touching,” he reassures you.
“Mmm. Does it feel good?” you keep going, feasting on the unholy image of him in your head.
“So….ugh…so good, Mistress, but I would…ugh…I would prefer…you,” he moans like a whore down the phone.
An idea sparks in your mind and makes arousal burn deep in your stomach. Perhaps it’s the effect of being bored stupid by Steve’s soliloquy, but something in you is feeling sadistic.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself, love?” you ask slowly in a sweet voice.
There’s silence on the other end of the phone. You can hear his thoughts racing, hear the panic flooding through him as his hand goes still on his aching cock. His breathing begins to even out and you know he’s trying - and failing - to think of a way out of this. Out of the punishment he’ll receive for disobeying you.
“No, Mistress,” Loki replies eventually, that usual confident voice reduced to barely a whisper - an agonised whisper.
“No, I didn’t,” you repeat. “Such a pity, love, when you were being such a good boy for me.” You swear you can hear him whimper on the other end of the phone. “I’m going to leave this debriefing in ten minutes. When I arrive, I want you kneeling by the bed, hands behind your back. Don’t you dare touch yourself,” you order him.
His sharp intake of breath races down the phone, filled with equal parts nervousness and anticipation. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy,” you say finally and end the call.
You return to Steve’s debriefing with adrenaline and arousal flowing freely through your veins. Your afternoon just got a little more interesting.
For some reason his magic is glitching. He needs to understand why before anyone finds out.
Oddly, when he's around [insert character name] the effect is better/worse*
*delete as appropriate
Hello dear nonny!
Sorry it has taken me a thousand years to write this. It's kind of a long one but I hope it warms your heart. It's kind of silly and fluffy but unexpectedly emotionally real. I hope you enjoy.
CW: Fluff, all fluff. Loki x gn reader, surprisingly wholesome, just bit of cussing.
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The Glitch
“DAMN!” Loki screamed for the tenth time that morning, smacking his fist against the kitchen counter. In the privacy of his quarters at Avengers Tower, the god of mischief was having a horrible morning.
He woke up as usual and tried to spark up the green glow of his magic to help him get ready more quickly for the day. Although long hot showers were pleasant to him, so was sleeping in after reading late into the night. Being able to magic oneself clean and ready for the day in seconds was a major convenience...one he had always taken for granted.
Although his fist was no longer magically charged, the strength of his hand still left divots in the counter top, frustrating him further. Finally the god of mischief screamed so loudly and smacked the wall so hard in rage that it was a miracle the whole building didn't hear it.
He was very lucky, in that case, that there was only one person walking quietly through the hall to the morning meeting (something Steve cutely called the “Superhero Roundtable”). You rolled your eyes thinking of the name, but Steve was too much of a sweetheart to burst his bubble about it. As your steps clicked over the polished floors you were feeling a bit proud of yourself that you would actually be early for once.
“DAMMIT!! NORNS SPIT UPON YOU, YOU HORRIBLE FICKLE FORCES.”
You jumped at the sudden avalanche of sound. His biting baritone tirade crashed into the hall from behind Loki's door. Your superhuman reflexes were the only thing keeping your files and your coffee from hitting the floor. Sighing in exasperation, you considered whether or not to get involved with whatever the hell this was. Ever since you joined the team a few days ago, your dramatic Asgardian coworker was none too thrilled to have another non-human demigod on the roster. Sharing the spotlight was never his forte and he made it everyone's problem, especially yours.
But...you were kind, sometimes to a fault. The idea of simply waking by and ignoring him, of enjoying some schadenfreude as this arrogant ass was finally being inconvenienced by something, was incredibly tempting. But pity welled up in your heart, knowing what it's like to be a stranger in a strange land, to feel alone and angry, so you knocked on the door despite being afraid of whatever hurricane was behind it.
Loud steps trudged closer, then the door swung open as Loki barked, “WHAT do you WANT?!”
You took a step back, eyes wide and coffee still death-gripped in one hand.
“I...uh...I heard you screaming, and breaking things. You know, you'll never get your deposit back if you keep it up,” you attempted to joke, painting an uncertain smile across your face, brows peaked in concern.
His aquamarine eyes stared down, boring into yours as he clenched his jaw, then said dryly, “How very perceptive of you.”
You rolled your eyes and huffed. “God, you're such a bellend.”
He flinched at the insult. He didn't know what “bellend” meant, but he could infer from your tone that it was not a compliment. As he tried to swing the door shut again, you slapped it back open, “But! I really am concerned about you, so can you please let me know what's wrong?”
“Nothing!” he growled out, chest heaving.
Your eyes scanned him up and down, taking in his disheveled hair, wrinkled pajamas, and the slew of objects strewn across his living room. “I'm not an idiot, Loki. I can see the obvious. Will you please just talk to me?”
He flinched again, this time struck by the genuine care in your voice and in your eyes. It rendered him uncharacteristically unsure of what to say or do. As he paused and you stepped closer, he could feel the surge of his magical energy building back up within him. Loki's face suddenly cracked into an unnerving gleeful grin. He hastily cast a green glow over his body, rendering himself dressed, scrubbed, and ready for the day. Although he knew he might be stretching his luck, he waved a hand behind him to reset the apartment back to its immaculate order. To his delight, it worked. “I'm ready, your highness. Let's go, shall we,” he said lightly, as if he wasn't in a tyrannical rage moments earlier.
You stared, eyes and mouth wide open in confusion, then shook your head and shrugged. “Whatever, Vlad the Complainer. Let's just go,” you said, striding quickly down the hall towards the conference room.
The demigod strutted after you, in much less of a hurry, until he felt the magic within him wither and shrink as the distance between you increased. He gingerly tested a theory, picking up his pace so he gained on you. As he suspected, each step closer caused his magic to re-energize within him.
Damn he thought with a huff, as the two of you entered the conference room, just in time. You settled in the only two seats left at the table, next to each other.
Great. You thought, realizing that at least for the next few hours, you would be stuck next to the intergalactic diva. That's what I get for being nice.
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The meeting went on far too long, but while Steve droned on, you turned the issue of Loki around in your mind. He sat next to you, not bothering to hide his boredom; arms crossed, chin tilted haughtily and legs spread wide. By the end of the first hour, you finally couldn't stand his long limbs sprawled out into your own space, so you swiftly kicked his shin under the table. He glared, but the message was received, loud and clear, as he wheeled his chair slightly away from you and crossed his legs.
As you touched, it happened yet again, the flaring of your own magic levels and a definite feeling of transfer to him. You could sense it ever since he answered his door this morning; the fluctuating magic. It didn't take you long to put two and two together. His magic was faltering, and for no reason you could discern, your proximity was jump-starting it again. You made a mental note to immediately drag Loki with you to Bruce to get this all sorted out.
You're welcome, Loki. You thought to yourself, considering that you could have just brought it up here in the larger group to get everyone working on the problem, but you instead decided to preserve his fragile pride. Finally, Steve dismissed everyone and you waited until the room was completely empty with a hand on Loki's arm, urging him to stay seated as well.
When you were alone, Loki took the opportunity to speak first. “Well, well, wellll,” he teased, “eager to prolong my charming presence, darling, and just the two of us, no less.” He winked and smiled. And although it was corny it was also devastatingly sexy coming from his stupid handsome face.
“Can you, for once, cut the crap? Just tell me what the fuck is going on with your powers.”
Those gorgeous icy eyes went even wider than usual, as he forced out a breathy chuckle while saying, “Why, what ever do you mean?”
Your expression remained knowing and unamused as you explained. “I know, Loki, I can feel the movement of my magic in my body, just like you can, and I can tell when someone's siphoning off of it like a gas tank. We have to go to Bruce, see if he can sort it...”
“NO.” he growled, deep and articulate, close to your face, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“Can you put your enormous ego on a shelf for a few moments and just go with me? This won't just fix itself, you know.”
He sighed. “Very well.”
“You're welcome,” you quipped as you already left your chair and made your way to the lift. Loki was dragging his feet until he felt the magic seep away as you left. Reminded of his predicament, he jumped up and followed closely.
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Several hours later you were sitting in a strange plastic shell of an observation room with Loki, a transparent, zipped divider between you. You sat in opposite corners trying to get comfortable while Bruce ran his tests, sometimes unzipping the middle panel, and sometimes closing it again to isolate each of you. Dr. Banner's warm voice rang in through the intercom as he looked through the observation window, “You okay in there, kid? Got everything you need for awhile?”
You laughed. “I'm 100 years old, Bruce, and I'm totally fine,” you said gesturing to your comfortable pajamas, piles of books, laptop, pillows and blankets. “It's...uh...it's like a slumber party. I'm doing great.”
“Except for the company,” Loki quipped under his breath, as he sat against the wall reading, not raising his eyes for a moment. Unlike you, Loki refused any creature comforts besides a book to keep him occupied over what would probably be long hours of testing.
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When you arrived at the lab earlier that day, Bruce welcomed you warmly with a kind hug and chit chat. He definitely did not do the same for Loki. Instead he frowned warily and gave him a wide berth. After a few initial tests you asked, “What's the verdict?”
“Well, it looks like you two have powers that behave on similar principles but for some reason, they're interfering with each other like when radio signals cross...or maybe more like magnetic fields...still figuring that out...anyway. We never knew about this problem before because we never had two...uh...similar beings living in the same building. To bring it all back to normal, I need to find a way to separate the signals and keep it that way...some device to wear or even a nano device planted under the skin.
“I beg your pardon?” Loki said, brows furrowed and expression indignant. “You want to cut open my skin and implant something?”
Bruce smiled wryly. “You're making it sound medieval. I'm not chopping anyone open. It would be a tiny laparoscopic incision. It would take seconds and then you'd be back to normal.”
“That's great news!” you chirped.
Dr. Banner, held up his hand. “but I have to keep you both here for an extended period of time to collect enough data...eight hours or more. It might be best if you come in the evening and just sleep overnight. That way I can take readings and it won't interfere with whatever else you have to do today. It might not be the most comfortable sleeping ara...”
You put a hand on Bruce's arm. “It's fine, Bruce. I just appreciate your help.”
Loki was still glaring, arms crossed, but nodded his reluctant agreement to the arrangement.
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So now, here you were, locked in a bubble with Loki until morning. You almost wished the divider in the middle were opaque, so it could block his moody glares and sidelong glances. Although you bristled at his comment, you made the best of things, arranging your blankets and pillows and reading a book just as you would if you were in your own bed, in your own quarters.
Before long you heard huffs of annoyance and shuffling coming from the other side. You ignored him until you found yourself reading the same page three times because of the interruption. Finally, you gave in.
You looked over to your cellmate and asked blandly, “Can I help you?”
He grunted. “I can't get comfortable.”
“Yeah. You didn't bring a sleeping bag or blanket or pillow or anything.”
He stepped closer to the divider, as did you. “Well, I thought I could conjure what I needed. I didn't think the good doctor would ask us not to actively use our powers.”
You tutted. “A remarkable lack of foresight from the god of cunning.”
He put his hands on his hips and be began to rush his words out, “And I should have...what? Made my side look like a damn nursery as yours does? With those bizarre creatures, and that atrocious nightwear. I am a god, not a toddler.”
You braced yourself, responding as he paced. “Well, for one fucking thing those creatures are called Squishmallows and they are incredibly comfortable as pillows...and they're cute. They make me smile, Loki.”
The god of mischief raised an eyebrow, looking skeptically and derisively at a large plushy winking mango you had been using as a pillow. He asked, “And what is this apparel you have donned for your captivity.”
You blushed, looking at the zip-up hooded onesie you were wearing, and mumbled, “Shut up. It's warm and very soft on the inside.”
“In the semblance of what? A bear?”
“A capybara.”
“A what?”
“A capybara. They're cute and peaceful...look a bit like overgrown guinea pigs?”
His face screwed up into a a cringe. “I wouldn't know. I haven't been spending my long godly lifespan on a silly little eternal holiday, playing with midgardians and forsaking my dignity,” he pronounced loudly, in his most aristocratic tone.
You were now facing each other only inches apart, breaths fogging the plastic divider, arms crossed pugnaciously. You paused, gathering what little patience and compassion you had left to muster, then asked. “And which of us seems happier, Loki? Hmm?”
You didn't wait for a reply, knowing it would just raise your dander even more. Loki, however, found he didn't have any rebuttal. He watched, puzzled, as you crossed the room and spoke something Loki couldn't hear into the intercom. He watched curiously, as a lab technician took several pillows and blankets from you and brought them to Loki in the other compartment.
He held them, staring blankly at the pile in his arms. You held back a chuckle at the incongruity of the scene; the proud ancient god in his regal clothes holding a pile of soft, pastel-colored material.
To your surprise, he spread them out very carefully, returned to the divider and said quietly, “Thank you.”
As he was turning to resume his pacing at the far end, you finally asked, “Loki. Why do you hate me so much? What do you have against me? I've been nothing but kind to you...even kinder because I know what it is to be like us...to be the only ones like us, alone and misunderstood in a foreign world.”
You tried to keep the hurt from your voice, but it seeped in, and the perceptive Asgardian saw it easily. Loki's stony face softened unexpectedly, eyebrows peaked in concern and a little shame at his behavior.
“Look...I...I don't hate you. I just....I took me years...years to gain the midgardians' trust after...everything. And then it took so much time and so much effort for these Avengers in particular to accept me, respect me, acknowledge me as someone other than Thor's little bastard brother and a nuisance to the planet. But eventually, finally, I had my identity as unique and glorious and a vital member of the team and finally...finally even, perhaps, gaining friends here.”
His voice dropped to an angrier growl, “But then there was you, and in mere days...days...all of that had unraveled because of you; because of your understanding of their ways, and your intelligence and your skills and....and your kindness...your incredible, unwavering kindness.”
He sat down heavily, slouching with a bowed head, as a barely perceptible tear rolled down his cheek.
There were a few moments of silence as you came closer to the divider sitting down to match him on the other side of the plastic wall. “Loki,” you said so softly, putting your hand up on the divider.
He raised his head and met your eyes, this time not bothering to hide his tears as he barked, “Spare me your pity!”
“I don't pity you,” you said, and he could see you were telling the truth. “But I do feel for you because I have been where you are. I'm sure none of it has been easy for you, but Loki, I've wanted to be your friend since I arrived here. I'd heard all about you...all those good things you said they finally thought and felt about you were the things I heard. I was honestly, a little star-struck over you.”
He chuckled at that. “Really? Star-struck?”
“Yeah. You seemed so fascinating, and bright, and...well...and handsome obviously.”
He smiled broadly at that.
“Yeah. Yeah. Don't let it go to your head. I know everyone says that about you.”
He looked puzzled. “Actually, no one has said that to me.”
“Well. I assure you, they all think it.”
He smiled, looking you up and down in your ridiculous plush onesie and said, “And you're very...I don't remember their word for it...yndig in your...your....”
You smiled and chuckled, “In English the word is 'adorable' and I think this thing is called a onesie...which..actually is also what they call the ones babies wear so I guess you're a bit right.”
Now he was laughing too and neither of you could stop.
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In the morning Dr. Banner smiled triumphantly as he strode into the isolation room. He held up two little syringes and said, “I've got it, you two! I hope you haven't torn each other's throats out after we unzipped the barrier.”
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the two of you curled up together in a pile of blankets and pillows. The laptop was still streaming movies you had long since fallen asleep during. Loki's hand was around your shoulders and your sleepy head was resting in the crook of his neck. Sometime during the night, you had even convinced Loki to don your extra onesie (a black cat). Then, dressed up like animals, you had snuggled together and drifted off that way.
Bruce smiled, chuckled and walked right back out, deciding to let you both sleep a little longer.
He shrugged and quipped, “Guess it was a good slumber party.”
Eeeee I got so excited to see your asks are open again! ❤ because it's valentines, could I request something where the reader has been super unlucky in love, never been someone's valentine, never been kissed, never felt desired, so always felt really sad and left out especially on valentines with all the couples and romantic ads on TV. Even though she's certain she'll be rejected and that Loki won't feel the same, she's faces the hurt of rejection and gets him a card and chocolates and maybe a cheesy valentines teddy bear anyway, because she doesn't want him to feel left out on the holiday the same way she's felt left out all her life 🥺 (he of course likes her too, though 👀)
Keep up the amazing fics ❤❤❤ you're wonderful 🫶
Aaaahhhh!!!!! Thank you so much!!!! I'm so glad you sent this to me and I hope I do it justice for you!! And as always thank you so much for all the love and support!!! It means more then you know!!! 🥰💚
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Chocolate Hearts
Pairing: Avenger Loki x assistant reader
Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, slight depression, sadness, teeny bit of angst....and fluff!!!!
Summary: you've always spent valentines day alone, always the the forgotten one. Until this year you realize you aren't alone.....
A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This turned out way longer then I first anticipated....lol oops!! Hehe
You ran through your list, making sure you had everything as you headed to the checkout "who needs that many pop tarts." You huffed, tucking the list away pulling out the black credit card Stark had given you. Being the teams official errand runner was interesting to say the least, but getting to know everyone was definitely worth it. Your shy nature had always made it hard for you to make friends growing up, but they welcomed you with open arms. Bonding quickly with wanda and Nat they became two of your closest friends. And when the Asgardian brothers joined the team, you couldn't help smile at Thor's always positive attitude, and as far as Loki went...well that was another story....you absolutely didn't have a crush on him....no way.
As you stood in line you glanced at the magazines "How to do Valentine's on a Budget" in bold letters across one "How to Drive Him Crazy" on another making you groan. You always disliked this time of year, the hearts...the flowers...boxed chocolates as far as the eye could see. Shifting your attention forward as the line moved you saw a young couple holding hands as they kissed. You would give anything to know what that was like. You'd always been awkward when it came to dating, some would even say unlucky. You had managed a few dates here and there in your adult life but definitely nothing spectacular. Your date always ending the night with a handshake and a "see ya around." You'd never even been kissed.
You looked down fidgeting with a box of Thor's pop tarts trying to get your mind off it, but being surrounded by all things love was a blaring reminder that no one loved you, and probably never would. You finally got to the front of the line, quickly checking out you needed out of there. Swiping your card you loaded everything into the cart and headed out to your car, you phone ringing as you shut the trunk, pulling it out seeing an unknown number calling you making you furrow your eyebrows "hello?" You asked "h..ello...y/n can you hear me?" He asked loudly "yes, I can hear you, who is this?" You laughed holding the phone out "excellent, this is Loki, Thor showed me how to make calls on this odd device." He said "oh ok, hi... did you umm need anything?" You asked biting your lip. "Ah, yes I was wondering if I could ask you something?" He asked making your heart race "umm yeah sure, what's up?" You asked.
"Well dear, I was wondering...if it isn't too much trouble." He said making your smile "yes Loki?" You urged, crossing your fingers "could you grab me some of that green tea you got last time? I quite liked it." He said as your heart sank into your stomach. "Oh...y..yeah sure." You said looking down "Thank you y/n. I very much appreciate it." He said "sure, no problem." You said hanging up. "Stupid...why would he ask you out..." you said to yourself walking back into the store. You made it back out to the car, tossing the bag in with the others you got in, looking at the people coming out, flowers and heart shaped balloons in hand. You sighed starting your car wishing this holiday would hurry and be over.
You made it back to the tower, beginning to unload the trunk when you heard footsteps "ah, lady y/n allow me to assist you." You heard, turning your head seeing Thor smiling at you "Thank you, I appreciate it." You huffed looping some of the bags around your arms "no trouble at all." He said grabbing the last of the bags he closed the trunk following you to the elevator "so, what are your plans for the day of love?" He asked as you rode up "oh, Valentine's day? Nothing." You said looking down "surely not, I'm sure your boyfriend has something planned." He winked making you laugh "I don't have one Thor." You said, wishing the elevator would let you out. "Surely you jest, a pretty girl like you?" He asked turning to face you "ha...yeah ok." You laughed awkwardly, wanting the conversation over "I'm serious y/n, you are.." he was cut off as the doors opened and you rushed out.
You reached the kitchen, hefting the bags on the counter as Thor followed you "you know y/n, if you are free, might I make a suggestion?" He asked smiling at you "look, Thor i..." you were cut off by another voice coming from behind you "Brother, leave the poor girl alone." You turned seeing Loki towering over you "Loki, I was only asking of her plans for this..Valentine's day." Thor said setting the bags on the counter "I'm sure her plans are not your concern." Loki said glaring at him. "It's ok guys, really." You said as they both looked at you, pulling the tea and pop tarts from the bags you slid them to them "ah, thank you dear." Loki smiled picking up the box looking at Thor "how do you eat those?" He asked as Thor ripped the box open "you do not know what your missing." Thor said winking as he walked down the hall.
You sighed, unloading the bags as Loki stepped around you grabbing the kettle "would you care for some dear?" He asked setting the box next to the stove "oh, no thank you." You said, maneuvering around him putting the groceries away. "I apologize for my brother's intrusiveness, he can be quite nosy." Loki said leaning against the counter "oh, it's ok he was just curious." You shrugged gathering the empty bags doing your best not to look directly at him "when is this...valentine's day?" He asked crossing his arms "umm next week actually." You said stuffing the bags under the sink "and it is traditional to buy these silly trinkets for your lover?" He asked "typically yeah, some people go out on dates or buy jewelry or flowers and stuff." You said finally glancing up at him seeing him nod
"and what if, hypothetically you wanted to ask someone to be your lover? What would one do?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours making you shiver "um, honestly I'm not sure. I think just do what you feel? Like, ask them to dinner or a movie or something like that." You said "I think the holiday puts too much pressure on people, just...be yourself." You smiled watching him nod again "who would say no to you." You mumbled under your breath grabbing your things walking around the island "y/n there was something else I wanted to ask you." Loki said making you turn back "yes Loki." You said biting your lip. "I was curious, would you.." he was cut off by Tony walking in "Hey horns, we got a mission so we need to head to the conference room." He said as he walked up to you.
"Hey y/n, could you do me a solid and pick this stuff up for pepper? With the mission I'm afraid I won't have time to do it before next week." He asked smiling handing you a small list "oh...yeah sure, no problem Mr stark." You said pocketing the paper "Tony...please." He laughed walking towards the hall. You looked up seeing Loki straighten and follow Tony "loki, w..what were you gonna say?" You asked fidgeting with your hands "oh, it wasn't important. I'll see you around yes?" He asked smiling "um, yeah....I'll be around." You said, watching him bow slightly before leaving. "Yeah...see ya around" you sighed heading to your office.
You spent the next few days doing your best to isolate yourself in your office. Everytime you got on your phone it was one romantic story after another "we're engaged"..."he asked me out"....to ads for flowers, sappy love commercials all over the TV, you couldn't even walk down the street without billboards reminding you you were alone. Since Tony's favor, almost every single team member had come to your office with a list of items for you to get them for their significant other. The only ones you hadn't seen yet were Thor and Loki, and you prayed to whoever was listening that Loki wouldn't grace your doorway.
You sat at your desk, tapping your pencil off the wood hearing a knock "come in." You said still sifting through everyone's lists "Hello lady y/n. I have come to ask a favor" Thor said as you looked up at him "sure, what's up?" You asked "Well, I have to go on a mission soon and was wondering if you would grab a few things for me for lady jane?" He asked reaching into his pocket. "Oh..yeah sure." You said sitting up "Stark told me to ask since you are doing the same for him." He said holding the paper out. "Yeah I can do that." You said adding his paper to the pile. "I very much appreciate it y/n." He said starting to leave "umm, w..when...do you know when Loki is going to bring me his list?" You asked, regretting the question immediately "my brother has never been one to participate in holidays. He tends to keep to himself mostly." Thor said turning back to you "he's not getting anyone anything?" You asked confused.
"I must admit he does not tell me everything, but since we have arrived here I have yet to see him court anyone." Thor said making you frown "so...he's alone...on valentine's day?" You asked, an idea beginning to form in your mind. "It would seem yes" Thor said sighing "was there anything else you needed y/n?" He asked "no, thank you thor." You smiled, watching him nod as he left, closing the door behind him. You sat back, thinking about what Thor told you. You had spent every valentine's day alone, wallowing in your own misery, but you hated the fact that he might be feeling the same. Alone on a new planet with no one. You grabbed the lists and your wallet, stuffing everything in your pockets you grabbed your keys, locking your office before making your way to the parking garage with a plan.
You walked through the store, making sure everything was checked off of everyone's list you sighed. "Ok, my turn" you said to yourself walking down the aisle filled with hearts and chocolates. "What do you get a thousand year old alien prince?" You asked yourself looking around when your eyes met a cute fluffy teddy bear nestled on the bottom shelf. You crouched down picking him up, he was soft to the touch, and fluffy enough to want to hug with large green eyes that shined in the light with a little smirk sewn on his face "perfect." You said to yourself putting him in the cart as you carried on.
You had noticed based on the shopping lists that Loki had quite the sweet tooth, leaning towards the chocolate covered caramel variety so you picked a decent sized box of assorted chocolates, as well as few caramel filled chocolate bars before heading over to the cards, each one cheesier then the last you picked a "thinking of you" placing it in the cart when you saw a dark green wicker basket nestled near the craft section. Snagging it you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as you walked up to the checkout. You..for once in your life, were excited about valentine's day.
You sat at the kitchen table, separating everyone's things into separate bags putting their names on them as you pulled out your gifts for Loki. Setting the basket down you placed the teddy bear in the middle, the box of chocolates nestled gently in front of him before adding the chocolate bars when you pulled out the card. "Hey, there you are. I haven't seen you around." You heard Nat making you look up "oh, yeah I've been pretty busy." You said motioning to the bags. "I can see that." She laughed sitting next to you "whose that for?" She asked nodding at the basket "someone." You smiled pulling a pen out of your pocket "wouldn't be someone I know would it?" She asked nudging your arm "I have no idea what your implying." You said feigning indifference. "Hmm. Let's see...green basket...insane amount of chocolate..." She said rubbing her chin "does it begin with an L?" She asked as you glared at her.
Loki was walking down the hall heading towards you office practicing what he was going to say. He had become quite fond of you since he arrived, your kind nature was a balm to his heart. Where others met him with indifference and disdain, you offered him smiles and friendship. And when Thor had come to him telling him you had no suitor, he knew this was his chance to ask the question that had been burning deep inside him, he only hoped you had felt the same. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves when he heard your voice coming from the kitchen, stopping in the hallway when he heard the widow was with you. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop but he couldn't help his curiosity.
"I can't hide anything from you." You laughed "comes with the job." She shrugged smiling "d..do you think he'll like it?" You asked biting your lip "I think he'll love it, I mean it's chocolate." She said making you laugh "well, I hope so. I'm so...what if..." She cut you off "no, no what if's, your a catch. And if he doesn't see that he's blind." She said nudging your shoulder. "Thanks nat, I just...im not good at this stuff." You sighed looking at the basket "just be yourself and you'll be fine. Trust me, he's a lucky guy." She smiled "now, finish up and go get your man." She said standing up "yes ma'am." You said saluting her making her laugh as she walked towards the hall, loki quickly teleporting to his room before he was seen, his mind running a mile a minute, feeling his heart sink remembering what he heard.
He sat in his chair running a hand through his hair, he was too late...you had found someone. He sighed sitting back looking out the window at the city below "he is a lucky man indeed." He said, as he closed his eyes, wishing he had had the nerve to ask you sooner when he heard a faint sound on the other side of his door, barely audible but just enough for him to know someone was on the other side. He got up, conjuring his dagger he slowly gripped the handle of the door, hearing the sound again he flung the door open being met by your wide eyes staring back at him "y..y/n?" He asked seeing panic etched across your face.
"H..hey Loki i..." you trailed off looking down "i..I didn't mean to disturb you." You said as his eyes traveled down seeing the basket nestled in your arms "I'm sorry..I'll go." You tried rushing off when he gently grabbed your arm "my apologies, I did not mean to scare you my dear." He smiled, the dagger vanishing into thin air as you turned to look at him "would you perhaps like to come in?" He asked waving inside the door "oh i..I don't want to impose, I was just gonna leave this here and go." You said quietly shifting the basket in your arms. "Please, I insist." He said stepping aside as you walked past him. You stood in the middle of the room, looking around you saw daggers displayed along the wall, his large bookshelf that practically took up an entire wall, various paintings hung throughout "wow, this is amazing." You said turning back to him.
"Thank you my dear, please have a seat and tell me what brings you here." He said waving towards the couch. "Well, you see i..." you trailed off sitting down "I was shopping for everyone today and I...I thought maybe..." you trailed off picking at the wicket basket as Loki sat next to you "thought what y/n?" He asked urging you on "Well, see I've never been good at this, and your probably going think it's silly...that im silly." You whispered when you felt his fingers under your chin, gently lifting your head your eyes met his "you are not silly darling, tell me.." he whispered watching you intently "umm..so I got you this." You said handing him the basket, his fingers brushing yours as he grabbed it placing it on his lap "t..the bear reminded me of you." You laughed nervously seeing him smile "he is devilishly handsome isn't he?" Loki asked making you giggle.
"This is very sweet y/n, thank you." He said standing up he carefully placed the bear on his bookshelf before returning to sit next to you "well um I should probably go, I'm sure your probably tired and..." he cut you off holding his hand up as his long fingers picked up the card that was nestled at the bottom. "Oh..y..you don't have to read that now it's ok." You said as your palms began to feel clammy. "But I would like to, if it's ok with you?" He asked. You nodded, closing your eyes preparing for the rejection you knew was coming hearing him open the envelope. "Look, I know.." he cut you off again holding a finger up as his eyes darted back and forth, a smile spreading across his face before he looked up at you "truly y/n? You wish to go to dinner with me?" He asked.
You felt like you heart was about to explode as you wiped your palms on your thighs "if you don't want to it's totally ok, I mean I was just curious If you werent busy, and I wasn't busy and if you were hungry...if you get hungry, that you know..food is always a good choice in that instance and..." you were halted in your incoherent rambling as Loki placed a finger on your lips "I would love to y/n." He smiled. You were sure you had died...your heart had stopped and you were dead "may I ask something y/n?" He asked leaning closer "y...yeah." you stuttered "would it be too forward if I asked to kiss you?" He asks making you freeze "er...um well...you see, i..." you huffed, attempting to regain any composure deciding to just tell him "I've never kissed anyone before." You rushed out watching his eyebrows furrow "you mean to tell me, no one has ever..." he trailed off watching you shake you head.
You watched him set the basket on the table, scooting closer to you his long fingers caressed your cheek, traveling down to your neck while his thumb rubbed small circles along your jaw "may i?" He asked looking deep in your eyes "y..yes." you breathed as he slowly leaned in, his eyes traveling to your lips and back as you closed your eyes, feeling his warm breath fan across your face as he genlty pressed his lips to yours. Tilting his head he deepened the kiss, slowly running his tongue along your bottom lip you parted them, feeling his tongue slide past your lips caressing yours you followed his lead hearing him moan, deciding you never wanted to stop hearing that when he pulled back, biting your lip gently.
"Are you ok y/n?" He asked when you realized you eyes were still closed "y...yes...mmhmm." you said seeing him smile "I must admit something to you." He said running his fingers through your hair "I have wanted to do that since we met." He said seeing your eyes widen "b..but im..and your..." you stuttered hearing him laugh "Darling, you are an incredible woman. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid you did not feel the same" He said looking down "and I was afraid I had missed my chance this evening when I heard you speaking to romanoff." He said "Loki, I think your incredible too, and I thought you wouldn't feel the same." You said making him laugh "we are both oblivious I see." He said making you laugh "yes, yes we are." You agreed. "Well darling, how would you feel about watching a film and helping me eat this chocolate hmm?" He smiled "I would love that." You said as he leaned forward handing you the remote.
"Happy valentine's day Loki." You said kissing his cheek "happy valentine's day y/n." He said kissing your forehead as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his chest. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath, his cologne invading your senses making you sigh. You snuggled further into him deciding this was your new favorite spot.
