Some things about Loki I found interesting while reading through the screenplay for the first Thor movie today
When Thor is late to his own ceremony Odin automatically looks at Loki, implying he's used to having Loki essentially babysit Thor and know what he's doing when Odin himself doesn't
Loki is also well aware of the favouritism Odin has for Thor. It's not even necessarily a bitter statement, he's just saying it because it's true
I'm a believer in the theory that Loki was under mind control and/or forced into the attack on New York in Avengers and this makes me believe it even more. Loki wouldn't be stupid enough to outright attack a massive city without much planning if he was in charge, he seems to like planning and coordination a lot more than what we see in Avengers
Also I think Loki truly didn't mean to get Thor banished. He mentioned earlier that Odin always forgives Thor and likely assumed he would get away with this too, he just wanted to not die
To further prove my point, Loki didn't even realize that the title of king would default to him if Thor wasn't there and Odin was unable to rule. He is genuinely shocked when the title is offered to him
For the grand finale of this post I offer up the pure angst that is Loki letting himself fall (presumably thinking he'd die) only after realizing Odin still isn't proud of him in any way :(
A video of Frigga knowingly walking in on baby Loki stuffing his face with jam from a ceramic jar in the private kitchen (he looks like the peanut butter baby)
Thor doing his "warrior scream" at the Midgardian age of 8, which is just a loud, high pitched scream. Loki doing the same as a toddler and falling backwards from his own effort.
Lokis first day in the snow. Thor is throwing snowballs. He hands baby Loki a snowball and he tries to eat it. Frigga has to keep a keen eye on Loki because he keeps falling head first into the snow, trying to eat it. Baby Loki loves the snow... For some reason...
Little Thor running around with a bucket on his head (his "warrior helmet").
Young Thor playing as a valkyrie
Thor climbing rocks, trees, palace columns, anything he can find.
Loki copying Frigga by "reading" his favourite book (he was running his finger along the lines of text and babbling)
Young Thor on the verge of tears after getting a scrape but trying not to show it until Loki toddles up to him and points at his scrape saying "uh oh. Owch. For owch" and giving him a band-aid (he tries very hard to not get it to stick to his own fingers.)
Frigga stubbing her toe on a door and and Thor proceeding to kick the door as hard as he can to defend his mother.
Tween Loki jumping around excitedly about learning magic from a new teacher.
Something similar to that one video where a boy is meeting his baby sister for the first time and she's buddled up and the boy says "she has no arms" 😭
Food fight.
Little Thor standing in the middle of a large table with a cup of orange juice happily joining cups with a group of renowned older warriors (he's part of the team too)
Thor and Loki in a flower picking competition for Frigga
Thor teaching Loki to build blocks. Loki cries everytime his tower gets knocked over.
Thor trying to play with Loki with their silver feathered and gold horned helmets on. Loki's is too heavy and he falls back and cries. Thor can't see out of his.
I like to think Odin was equally strict with both Thor and Loki in the sense that both of them got equally punished when they did something wrong, but in wildly different ways.
Since Thor was always the one who was gonna be king, his punishments were always turned into lessons. He'd get a chance to prove himself and fix what he did.
Loki's punishments were more the "I need to get this kid out of my face for a while" type, like getting locked in his room for some hours.
That's why when Thor tries to kill the frost giants and endangers asgardian lives in the process, he gets stripped of his power with a slight chance to get it back and banished, but when Loki commits a similar crime, he gets thrown in a cell to rot. Both pretty harsh punishments, but one of them is getting a chance to come back home and prove that he's good, the other is a lost cause.
He will know where you’re going and when, either you told him or not
Compliments your outfits but If he knew you’ll attract some unwanted attention from it he will enchant you while you’re not looking so disrespectful people will feel a burn in their wandering eyes
Arms reach, at any and every event together
Leaves love bites, not on display but clear enough that if someone gets too close they would notice 
Has an enchanted piece of jewelry for protection purposes, if someone touches it they will get burned
Doesn’t take lightly to people just bumping into you
Watches you while you sleep, some nights he straight up doesn’t sleep at all just to watch you
Gets jealous when you laugh a little too hard on someone else’s remarks and jokes
Doesn’t like when you travel alone
Sometimes he would do this thing where he would sniff you after you came from outside just to get an idea of where you went
No but it’s literally like having a clingy pet, he would get pissed and goes all silent if he detected someone’s scent mixed with yours
If you have long hair he doesn’t like when you wear open outdoors, he believes he’s the only one allowed to see that extend of beauty
Hates HATES when you hang out with your friends, mainly because it means less time with you and he doesn’t like to share your attention
Will fight your friends, not physically but words will be thrown cause he doesn’t care that they knew you first
Gives the worst attitude when you disagree with one of his demands to just stay with him
If the fucking Loki gooners want them to be cis so bad, they can go write fanfiction about sucking off Thomas Sharpe. If they want it so fucking much, they should acknowledge the incest and face the BAD.
A/N: I'm back already with another oneshot (yay)! This one is shorter and it's a valentine's day one, something fluffy/smutty in honour of me thirsting over loki again (and him being my only valentine this year). anyways, i hope you all enjoy and are doing well!
PS: happy birthday to tom hiddleston! <3
PPS: thank you again to @cafekitsune for the divider and the permission to use it!
She often wondered how she'd even gotten into this situation. Dating a god wasn't just something that people did. People, human ones, especially. Moreover, dating a god who'd been forced and tortured into trying to destroy New York City was even more of an unusual case. How could she even bring that up to the people in her life? She didn't, actually. She and Loki acted like he was a mortal (much to his amusement) and he simply charmed everyone with a well-timed grin and any possible contradictions about their supposed story were forgotten. However, one bad thing about their romance was how unpredictable his appearances could be. His own habits had to do with that, of course. He liked keeping people (especially her) on their toes. But he was also a royal prince to some kingdom on another planet that she'd not yet seen. He seemed keen not to take her just yet. "Mother would love you," he often insisted, but he didn't say as much about his adoptive father. She didn't think she'd be quite fond of the man either, from what she'd heard.
Loki had been gone for two weeks now. On Asgard, or maybe even one of the other Realms at this rate. He tried, but communication was somewhat hard to maintain inter-planetarily. She understood, but she missed him. Her life was rather particularly mundane, and especially during the colder months, he was the most exciting thing about her. He always regaled her with stories of his centuries of life, or simply got her to do things she would've never thought to do on her own.
It was February now, thankfully. After a particularly long January, she found that the second month of the year was going by in a flash. Today of all days, happened to be Valentine's Day, the day of love and friendship. She'd never made a big deal of it, or had big expectations for it, but she'd still opted to wear something of the pink/red variety to work today. She'd gotten in touch with the important people in her life and they'd thanked one another for being in each other's lives. She'd even received a small package of love hearts at work from one of her colleagues (everyone had gotten one). With no warning from her lover, she felt it was safe to assume that his business (whatever it was), had not yet been concluded and that he would not be joining her tonight. She was alright with it. Even if she wasn't, there wasn't much she could very well do about it.
That's why she found herself making a casual meal for herself, something not too complicated, and then pouring herself a nice drink. It was a day to celebrate, after all, and it had fallen on a Friday, so she felt she could indulge a little and welcome the weekend. Even if she was alone to celebrate it this time, she still had herself, and that was an important person to thank and cherish, indeed.
What she did not expect, was to hear the telltale woosh of magic, rather, of seiðr, that usually preceded the arrival of someone with a far longer lifespan than hers. She'd just finished washing and putting away the very few dishes she'd used for both the preparation of dinner and the cooking of it, when she turned to see just who had teleported into her apartment. She hoped her guess wasn't wrong.
And it wasn't. He stood there, waiting for her to set eyes on him. When she did, in his (always) dramatic fashion, he spread his arms wide and grinned with pride at himself.
"I... am back," Loki said dramatically, nearly waiting for applause.
She approached him and wrapped her arms around him right away, smiling into his chest.
"I can see that. Welcome back," She says, her entire demeanor seemingly softening in his presence.
It was impressive how they did that to one another.
"... Is that all? No tears of relief at my unexpected return? Darling..." He frowns, placing a hand to his chest. "I'm offended. I might just go back to Asgard for a redo."
She shoots a heatless glare in his direction. "Don't."
He groans and moves to flop somewhat gracefully onto her couch, long legs spreading nearly automatically and giving her a great view of his thick thighs. She moves her eyes away before he can catch her and tease her for it. He was still dressed in his Asgardian leathers. The ones she loved so much, the ones that were black, with some gold and dark green accents and all those clasps and flaps and added (unecessary) parts. No helmet, though. She moved to him, sitting next to him, her thigh touching his. It earned her a nearly rakish grin, his eyes already glinting with a particular kind of mischief she'd come to recognize (and cherish).
"I wasn't expecting you back just yet," She says in the comfortable silence. "Did you forget to send a message?"
"No. Did you miss me, love?" He asks, reaching out to place his arm on the back of the couch. He was teasing.
He could touch her so easily, move his big hand just a sliver and touch the back of her neck. But he wouldn't, and they both knew it. She wanted it too much.
"Of course I did. I always do." She reassures him.
He hums, considering her words and being seemingly pleased.
"And... am I wrong in recognizing today as a mortal holiday?"
She falters for a beat, surprised that he considered that to be information worthy of being stored in his mind.
"I... well, no. It's Valentine's Day, yeah."
"Mm, as I thought, then. Good." He says, before conjuring up a small, green cloud of seiðr, which left only a rose in its wake.
She seemed openly surprised at that. He grins and cocks his head.
"What? Did you want twenty instead, my sweet?"
"No... I just didn't think you'd be back today, and I also didn't think we'd be doing this."
"Doing... this?"
"Yeah, you know... celebrating Valentine's together."
He seems offended at that.
"And why the Hel not? Have we become lifelong enemies in my short absence? Have we had a falling out?" He gasps dramatically, looking at her with wide eyes. "Have you... found another?" He asks, knowing full well she hasn't. His facade of shock was already faltering, his eyes gleaming with mirth, and his lip twitching ever so slightly.
She groans, rolling her eyes.
"No, Loki."
"Then... whyever shouldn't we celebrate this, pet? We are a couple, yes? And not a couple of friends, either..."
The final few words he says are lost to her, mind getting caught up in what he calls her. He only really calls her that when he has particular intentions with her. It makes something deep inside of her warm up.
"We are a couple... of course we are. I just didn't think you'd care."
"Well... my lover is a mortal, and I assume that she cares for such a popular holiday in her world. I am trying to be nice, you know..."
"And I appreciate that... but I didn't expect my immortal boyfriend to even pay attention to what day it is on Midgard, much less make the effort to gift me a rose." She says, resting her cheek on his arm resting on the couch in thanks.
He turns up his nose slightly at her calling him her boyfriend. He didn't much like that term, least of all for himself. He found that lover was better.
"Well, dearest, I am trying to be romantic. And nice... nicer. For you." He declares, still holding that damned rose.
She smiles, and takes it, inhaling the scent of it. It was addicting, and so very fresh. Clearly magical. His doing, of course. It was the most perfect flower she'd ever seen. Its red petals smelled fresh, like dew and earth, but also of their expected rose scent. However, there was something disctinct at the end of the scent... a sort of aftertaste. An aftersmell? She practically sighed in relief at the smell of it. Loki grinned, her reaction and thoughts surely being obvious. Most of all to him, with his mind reading powers (that he swore he didn't use on her unless explicitly told to).
"That's ambrosia," He says in that low, soft purr that makes her insides feel all hot and molten.
"Ambrosia? I thought that was only for gods to have."
"Mm... in food and drink, yes, I suppose so. But no one said anything about smelling it, hmm? A simple enough enchantment, pet. Now..." His hand finally, finally moves, moving to touch the back of her neck ever so gently. "What is it you smell, hm?"
She focuses on that smell, trying to name it for him (he seemed to be after her answer like a cat after the cream).
"It's... sort of woodsy.. minty, I guess... and leather-y?" She speaks carefully, naming the scents out with careful consideration, her eyes closed to make sure she is smelling it all properly.
Her eyes open, and she finds him looking all smug and proud, his hand now rubbing her neck softly.
"It's you. It smells like you. This isn't ambrosia."
"Oh..." He purrs proudly, leaning in. "But it is, my love... ambrosia tastes, or smells, like ones favourite things. I suppose that just means..." He moves in further, pressing the lightest kiss she's ever felt to her neck. "One of those things for you... is me,"
Her pulse flutters both at his words and at the touch of his lips to her skin. God, she just wanted to absolutely devour him sometimes. Okay, all of the time. He was all long limbs, and he was lean, but he was also so built. He was strong, and those shoulders... and that ass. And all the other, more salacious parts of him, and all they could and had done to her.
"I've missed you," She says and she finds herself breathless in his presence.
"Oh, pet... I've missed you, too..." He grins, his voice getting lower, the last few words nearly a groan.
"I want you to kiss me..." She whispers.
"I'll kiss you... and then I'll kiss you everywhere... and then I shall lick you everywhere." He vows, pressing a kiss to her jaw, this time.
She groans, hand moving to brace herself onto one of his biceps.
"I want you to take me... or I can take you..." She says, unable to stop herself from getting closer, from trying to sit in his lap, from simply trying to make herself one with him.
He laughs softly, even as he pulls her closer, half of her in his lap by now.
"We've time enough for both, my heart... the night is yet young, and we've a fortnight to make up for, hm?"
"Plus, it is Valentine's Day." She reminds him softly, pressing the first of her kisses to his neck, and then his sharp jaw, and then those damned sharp cheekbones.
He moans softly at her attentions, holding her closer by the waist.
"Oh, yes, it is indeed... the day of love, and lust... we must do our best to celebrate it, yes?"
