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Loki Laufeyson/Odinson Confession Headcanons because it’s almost the end of my semester | Loki x gn!Reader

Masterlist

Preface: Loki is an extremely prideful being who believes ‘human’ feelings are beneath him, and that he is above every human in terms of everything. Well, good thing it’s just a major superiority complex.

I’m a sucker for dark haired lads with dark pasts--it’s chronic atp

Also I’M GOING TO GET TO THE REQUESTS IN MY INBOX I PROMISE!!!! Headcanons are just easier and faster to write (not to mention I’m also in class rn so yk)

Warning(s): None

Tags: Idiots in love, fluff, complexes, a god in love

Superiority Complex through the ROOF

Genuinely would rather die than ever admit he’s fallen for a human

When around you he’s his cocky, arrogant, sly, cunning self

But even then, he can’t help but catch himself staring at you longer than what’s considered appropriate

Has this internal mantra of you having to come to him and basically say despite you ‘not being worthy’ you’re asking for a ‘chance’ at his affection

Deep deep down he knows that just won’t happen

But he can always pretend

His pining gets so bad he finds himself lowering his pride/guard to you

It comes back up right when he realizes, and he brushes it off with a sly smirk and teasing words

You might not even realize he likes you because he is fighting TOOTH AND NAIL to keep it to himself

It might crack a little if he sees you interacting with Thor--the person who he considers the biggest thorn in his side

He’ll get quiet and his cunning and slyness won’t be up to par as it was

He won’t tell you what’s wrong (would probably call it ‘foolish’)

And then when he’s alone he’ll scoff to himself and start thinking ‘How did I ever let myself fall this low? Disgraceful’ because yk superiority complex

He wouldn’t be meaner per se, but his quips to you would definitely have more of an edge to them (in a bad way)

At first you could probably tolerate it, but after a while, you’re just like ‘Bro what the fuck’

When he realizes his words are actively hurting you, he feels bad

A part of him is just blaming himself as it always does--it’s consuming him, actually

He wants to apologize and say he wasn’t being genuine, but his pride and guard stop him

When you stalk off, Loki is left behind

He ruminates on himself for a little and will only muster up the courage to go to you if you’re alone

He will not go up to you if you’re with people--and certainly not Thor

When he does catch you alone, he tries so hard to get the apology out that you’re afraid he’ll pop a blood vessel

You wait patiently and quietly

When he does manage to get the apology out, he slowly starts to ramble on about why he decided to

Inadvertently confesses and he doesn’t catch it until a few words after

When he does, he quiets down, looks at you, turns, and leaves

You have to physically stop him from leaving

When you ask him why he ever felt like he couldn’t tell you, he doesn’t really offer a good explanation

He just gets very somber

His guard is down, his pride is not

You grab his hand and pull him to somewhere private

You have to gently prod him and ask him questions in order for him to say everything

He tries to be sly and teasing intermittently, but you just give him a tender look, and he ceases

He says he’s foolish, and you’re even more foolish if you actually return his feelings

You have to make clear that he deserves to be more than the labels that were forced on him

He is not inferior or superior to anyone; he’s Loki. And that is enough by itself

There’s a chance he’ll tear up, but it’ll be subtle

His pride is down

After a little bit of a heart-to-heart, he’ll actually say he’s in love with you (but in his own way--you’ll understand either way)

You ask if you can kiss him and he looks perplexed

He just gives a slightly hesitant, ‘Of course’

When you kiss him, it’s gentle and brief

He only closes his eyes when you’re pulling away

After a few seconds of processing it, he asks if he may kiss you as well

Soft, intimate kissing :)

Caress his cheek and he’ll whimper a little

Whenever you’re done kissing, he’ll quickly go back to his cunning self

His pride will be up, but his guard won’t be

He’ll be much quicker and more willing to drop his pride for you

He genuinely asks you why you wouldn’t go for Thor or Steve or even Tony

Say, ‘They’re not you. No one is. No one can’ and watch this man fall even more in love in real time

He might even say he doesn’t deserve you, but that’s a low chance--he might say it when in an extremely vulnerable position

Take him on dates and show him the wonders of whimsical human activities

He might roll his eyes and complain, but he’ll follow you, and do whatever it is you planned

[tarithenurse]

The Bathhouse - 3

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing/starring: Jotunn!Loki x Fem!Jotunn!reader Content: Hints of longing/pining, some fluff due to reunion but mostly a lot of smut. Less tender than the previous chapter? A/N: The final instalment of The Bathhouse...I hope this will be kindly received like the first part especially. Betaed by the lovely TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse!

Reunion

You arrive at Utgarde at noon after five months on the road and you only begrudgingly take time to stop at the bathhouse before heading to the palace, leaving your friends behind to get rooms for themselves at the inn.

“His highness isn’t present at the moment, but I know he wouldn’t mind,” Loki’s personal servant, Coranzen, divulges, “please, make yourself at home, miss. Perhaps you would like a drink on the balcony until he returns?”

You smile, giddy with anticipation. “Yes, thank you, that would be lovely.”

...

You don’t have to wait long before you can hear Loki’s voice from within the quarters, followed by the rush of footsteps and suddenly he’s standing in the door, chest heaving as though he’s been running and his ruby gaze fixed upon you.

“[Y/N],” he gasps with a wide smile.

You stand and walk towards him, holding out your arms for him and he almost falls into the embrace. Mouths meet without coordination at first, teeth clacking at the first impact before you both force yourselves to slow down and the kiss deepens.

Inhaling deeply, Loki suddenly pulls away. “You smell different.”

“I did bathe before I came here,” you try to joke but worry starts to pool in you as you know what he means.

“No, I mean...” he studies you closely, realization dawning on him, “your heat...it’s finished.”

You bite your lip as the worry intensifies, flaring in your gut along with a whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. Maybe he won’t find me attractive any longer? You start to look away to prevent him from noticing but he hooks a finger under your chin to turn your face back and your concerns are squashed as Loki kisses you again before lifting you. Carrying you to the bedroom, he marches straight to the bed and sits you on the edge.

“This is perhaps not courteous of me...but please...” he begs and you nod with a relieved smile.

All this time, your body has been aching for him and now, finally, you can give in to the carnal longing you’ve dammed up.

At least undressing is easy as you’ve forgone re-donning the armour after the bath and soon you are both naked, clothes strewn about haphazardly on the floor as you both move frantically. Hands gliding across blue skin. Lips finding the tender spots to suckle and kiss.

“Let me show you what I’ve dreamt of doing since last I saw you,” Loki pleads, laying you down with your head on a fluffy pillow.

Giving in willingly, you allow him access to your throbbing wet core and he purrs the moment his tongue starts to work on it. Like a man starved, Loki licks and sucks and even bites, bringing you too quickly to the long needed climax. Spasming, you can’t help but squeeze his head between your thighs but he just hums as if pleased and the vibrations extend the bliss until you finally can’t take it any more and beg for a respite.

Wiping his mouth with his hand, the god looks down at his gasping lover with a pleased smile. “Oh, I’ve missed those sounds...missed hearing you call my name when you topple over the edge.” You reach for him, hoisting yourself up on an elbow so the fingertips can brush against his erection but he gently pushes your hand away. “No...you just lie back and let me, my love.”

The pet name makes your heart sing, rendering any arguments invalid if you had had the wherewithal to formulate coherent sentences. Instead, you watch with growing apprehension as Loki slots his hips between your thighs and runs the head of his cock between your weeping folds, sending new waves of excitement through your core. You know what he is about to do and trust him to be gentle...but it seems impossible that he should fit within you.

As if reading your thoughts, Loki pauses and kisses you gently. “I’ll be slow but stop me if you don’t want it.”

“I do want it,” you assure him, “it’s just...so big.” Studying the aligned member with its pattern of ridges mirroring those on his body, you ache for the fullness it will provide, though.

Slowly, gently, Loki begins to push in, drawing gasps of wonder and delight from you while you throw your head back at the foreign sensation. It’s almost overwhelming and he just keep pushing deeper. He’s got a thumb resting on your bundle of nerves, drawing lazy circles and making you long for more than the slow filling so you tip your pelvis and wrap your legs around him, urging him deeper until he’s bottomed out, breathing raggedly as he suspends himself over your form.

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

For a moment none of you move but rather just relish in the sensation of finally being joined.

Then he rolls his hips, drawing a guttural moan from you. Your hands fly to grab his shoulder, his arms, anything you can hold on to.

“Want me to stop?” Loki’s voice is strained as he holds back.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

And so he picks up the movement again. Slow rolls that withdraw his cock almost completely before he fills you up once more in a steady rhythm that have you both keening and gasping despite the controlled pace.

You’re almost at the edge again and your body wants more, wants to feel a wild abandon. “More,” you mewl, “harder...please...”

“I won’t last long,” he warns you but obliges nonetheless.

The careful roll speeds up and he drives into you, deep and perfect each time he snaps the hips. Your back arches. Your muscles tighten. Everything comes together in perfect harmony as you clench around him, making him stutter and growl as he too topples over the precipice of delight.

You make love many times throughout the evening and night until you fall asleep exhausted and intertwined.

...

You wake to his kisses. Warm. Dragged out to last entire heartbeats before moving on to a new patch of skin. On the shoulder, the neck, the back. Stretching in his arms, you become foggily aware of a pressure against the butt and smile because you have learned what it can do, leaving behind a sweet soreness deep in your core. Memories rise, welcome to your mind and you roll the hips to grind against the erection. It makes him moan, a breath of cool air that fans your cheekbone and ear.

“Good morning.”

You try to turn in his arms, but a hand on your hip prevents your from doing anything else than twist the upper body until Loki is in view.

“Good morning, love,” he smiles before kissing the tip of your nose.

Then your cheek.

Then your mouth, slow and deep until you forget the day beyond the room and his hand snakes between your thighs to play with your core, strumming your clit to create what he believes is the sweetest music: your moans and whispered calls for more. For him.

Lifting your leg, Loki angles himself until his cock is lined up and he can push through the already soaked folds effortlessly.

“I’ll never tire of this,” he groans into your ear before starting to rock, deep and grinding against the perfect spot.

“Me neither,” you agree, “it feels ah it feels so...so good.”

Already you’re starting to whimper, torn between the fullness thrusting into you and the insistent rubbing of his fingers against the bundle of nerves. It feels amazing but you want more and you say as much. Beg. With your eyes closed you can’t see how his eyes smoulder with desire at your words.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he suggests.

Curious, you do as asked, bracing yourself for anything with the arms against the soft mattress as Loki kneels behind and aligns himself once more with your needing entrance.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod, silently doubting it’ll be necessary because he’s been a gentle and generous lover so far. But then he rams in and pushes the air from your lungs with one powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” you cry out, automatically pushing back against him because it feels so good.

But he stops, buried balls deep, to ask with worry in his voice: “Too hard?”

“No! It’s perfect!” you force out, “More!”

He grits out an approval before picking up the pace once more.

Feral. Quick and deep. The force pushes you towards the headboard until you brace against it, fingers clawed from the intensity of what you feel: a deep, devouring sensation that pulses from you core through the limbs and blinding you, making the world disappear in a white haze.

“Breathe...”

You hear it as from afar and do your best to live up to your lover’s demand. Gasping for air, the lightheaded feeling softens which only causes to heighten every other sensation. Your core is throbbing and clenching as if to catch the thrusting, ridged member. Strong fingers are digging into your hips, holding you steady or each time Loki bottoms out, you’d topple headfirst into the pillows.

But you want more. You need more.

Repositioning precariously to support on just one arm, you reach down with the free hand to rub circles on your clit, earning praises from the male when he realizes what you’re doing.

“Yes, just like that...chase it...fuck...”

He’s out of breath but the strain in his voice is from being so close to cumming and you want to tumble over the edge with him. Rubbing furiously, you feel the control over your limbs slipping and know what it means.

“Almost...so close!” you gasp.

Spurred on by the words, Loki somehow manages to slightly change the angle, his cock now drilling against a sweet spot as he frantically pounds into you.

There’s a big chance that you screamed out the moment your world explodes in ecstasy – frankly, you’re not sure – yet you’re still aware of how Loki’s hips stutter before he rams into you one last time, deeper than before.

Holding you tightly, it takes a moment before he collapses onto your back and you fall together in a tangled mess onto the bed. Out of breath. Smiling broadly. Blue bodies slick with sweat.

[missstratford]

Café Playlist

Loki x reader

warnings: none, (angst if you squint)

Sipping lightly on his coffee, Loki frowned. This was probably his 26th visit to the café, and it was his first time receiving this odd piece of paper. Odd because it contained a list, of what seemed to be songs. It hadn’t been too long since Loki had been sentenced off to Midgard by Odin to accompany his brother and pay the repercussions for his actions by helping the Avengers. The idea, which turned into a royal order, disgusted him, yet he figured out a way to live above his principles and ‘do good for once’ in Odin’s words. The Avengers, first hostile, had quickly warmed up to him to his horror, and worst of all had decided to include him in their many shenanigans. On one such escapade from the group, he had stumbled upon this café. He was starving at that point and had no interest to sit with the Avengers for Shawarma third time that month. On finding this rather aesthetically appealing setup, Loki made his way in and was pleasantly surprised to find it to be a book café. As he sat down to order, the lady, who seemed to run this place said it was closed for lunch, but upon being threatened pestered by him, she relented and served him some glazed donuts and pies. Mid bite to his raspberry pie, the door to the café swung open and he saw you. You entered completely flushed, hair wet and a tad messy, wrinkled clothes implied you had just taken a ride to get here, and yet, Loki choked on his pie. He seemed glad that he did because your smile from seeing the other woman morphed to surprise seeing Loki to worry when started choking all in a second. You rushed towards him with a glass of water demanding, “Are you alright?” and he wanted to say No, no because all of a sudden, his heart was hammering in his chest and he didn’t know why. Was the pie? Was it you? He quickly recovered, finished the pie, paid the bill, and left. He didn’t sleep that night. He first thought you were a witch, someone who had spelled him to keep thinking about you, then he realized it was his own brain’s torture and relented.

In the following days, his visits to the café became rather frequent, and he happened to learn a lot about you. He realized the lady who ran this place was your aunt, and you were a molecular biologist who worked here part-time because it calmed you. He knew you had an affinity for music, books, and art. All this he learned from observing and listening as he did best. He never had spoken to you, the idea terrified him for some reason, not that he’d admit it. That’s when he’d begun to find the ‘playlist’ as the spider-man told him. He walked into the café, to his usual table, with a book in his hand, and found a playlist coinciding with the themes of the book. He tried to find the source of it and failed. Today he walked in without a book, but the playlist still lay. Loki had enough, he was going to find out who was behind this. He stayed, for hours until it was closing time, all through observing you, not-so-subtly. When the last customer, apart from him left, you turned to him, your aunt walking away to tally the bills. “uh-we are closed for the da-“you began, “who keeps leaving this at my table every day?” Loki snapped, internally cringing at his rudeness. “Do you not like it?” you asked, your eyes widened and immediately catching yourself you said, “um, I mean, I’ll check the CCTV and let you kno-“ “Why?” Loki interrupted you again, “Sorry?” “Why do you keep leaving me these?” “I didn’t d-“ “Answer the question y/n” he sighed standing up. That was the first time he had said your name, he liked it. Liked the way his tongue rolled when he said it, the way your breath shallowed when he said it. “I noticed the books you were reading and” you waved your hand, “I thought a playlist would go quite well with them, speaking from experience. Did you like them?” You added, a gentle smile lifting your lips. His heart sputtered and he looked away from your face, “It might have helped my reading process quite a bit.” He said softly, his eyes returning to yours, “Good to know.” You peered at him. “thank you.” He whispered. “you see I have my collection of books, I could show you the-“, “I have more important things to do.” He bit back. You shut your mouth, surprised by his sudden change of mood. Without so much a look, Loki left, walking through the bustling streets, making his way to the tower. He hated himself, he wanted, so badly, to say yes, to spend the day, the week, hell the entire year with you, but he held back. He didn’t want to hurt another person, you were so pure in his eyes, he a frost giant, with so much turmoil from his father couldn’t possibly spend his time with you. He didn’t go to the café the next day, or the day after. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you because he knew that nothing would stop him from making you his if he did.

He hated Thor so much he was considering stabbing him now, all of Odin’s orders be damned. Why had gone so far to share his current scenario with his brother, he would never know. Thor had dragged him out of his room and back to his café demanding that he talk to her like Thor did with Jane ( a lie, Loki knew). But here he was, standing in front of you, gaping like a goldfish that Stark owned. Then you spoke, angels sang and Loki said the stupidest thing he could say, “You will hate me if you knew me.” His heart broke as he said those words and it broke even further as he saw your face turn into an angry frown. But nothing prepared him for what you said next. “Who are you to decide that?” “Wha-“ “Who are you to decide that I would hate you, Mr. Loki?” “i-“, “I have known you, how much ever I could from afar, for the past 2 months, and guess what?” “What?” Loki asked, too stunned at your fierceness. “I seem to like you. Thank you very much. Another thing for you to know about me Mr. Loki,” you walked closer to him, he gulped. “Is that I hate it when anyone disrespects what I like. So, don’t you dare speak another word about yourself that might ignite my wrath, you won’t like it.” You were inches away from him now, his breath falling on your lips. Loki believed you. He believed every word and before he could lean in and kiss you senseless for being so passionate and fierce and everything that he adored, “Sorry darling we need him for a bit, another alien invasion.” Tony Stark entered and dragged him away to the street of screaming people. But Loki couldn’t move, not after you shouted as Iron Man dragged him, “I LOVE YOU LOKI LAUFEYSON, AND YOU CAN’T DO SHIT TO STOP IT!” with radiance on your face like never before. Loki smiled, completely dazed, a humungous grin that didn’t leave his as he went to save New York for you, for him, for you both.

[lokiprompts]

Melodies For Wellness - Chp 1

Summary: AU - Negotiations with Norway are taking longer than expected to set up New Asgard. Meanwhile, Asgardians make Stark Tower their new temporary home. This multi-chapter fic details the relationship Loki and the "Wellness Coordinator" of Stark Towers who is tasked to help the Asgardians transition to life on Midgard.

Warnings: None

Words: ~2600

Chapter 1: Orientation

It was a new day for the people of Asgard. Their home was destroyed because of Ragnarok and with Thanos defeated, they waited in their new temporary home: Stark Towers. Turns out, negotiating with Norway to house hundreds of aliens is more complicated than anyone could have imagined. This is how Loki, along with his fellow Asgardians, found themselves as refugees in the heart of New York City and dropping their bags in their new rooms.

Loki was one of the lucky ones and received his own private room; perks of being a prince and brother of an Avenger while others were rooming three to four per room or flooding the common areas. With a heavy sigh, Loki entered his room and looked around. It was a quaint one-bedroom apartment with a small living room and kitchenette. These quarters weren’t fit for a prince by any means with its sterile walls and basic furnishings, but it will do. On the kitchen counter was a plant with a card. Loki picked up the card, flipped it over to examine it and then opened it.

Your Highness, Prince Loki of Asgard,

Welcome to Stark Towers! I understand that you and your people are here under terrible and horrific circumstances. My condolences and grief cannot be expressed enough, and I truly hope we can make your temporary stay here at Stark Towers as bearable and welcoming and possible.

I am Y/N, Wellness Coordinator at Stark Towers and I am hosting an orientation meeting today at 5pm in our main conference room for all the Asgardians. The Tower is quite large and can be overwhelming, so there is a map of the Tower included in this letter. I will be reviewing the status of your soon to be home in Norway as well as initiatives to help your people transition to life on Earth.

I have heard of your heroism and vital part in saving your people and getting them here to Earth. Thor has shared many things about you and I greatly admire you! I think it would be vital to have your support for these initiatives and programs. It is my hope that your presence will encourage others to attend. If anything, I would love to talk to you about how we can best help your people.

Please consider this letter a personal invitation to attend. I sincerely hope you do, as I can’t wait to meet you! I also hope you enjoy the plant I left you as a housewarming gift! I always thought that plants make a place feel more like home. It is relatively easy to care for, but I am happy to give any tips you wish.

Sincerely,

Y/N/L/N.

Loki scoffed at the idea of anyone considering him, the Dark Prince, a “hero”, but he was intrigued. He gingerly touched the leaves of his new plant with the pads of his fingers and felt the corners of his mouth tick up at the gesture. It was foreign to him to have someone go out of their way to make him feel welcome, well anywhere. Yet, he still debated on whether he should go to this so-called “orientation” or not. He agreed that his presence could greatly affect and influence his people and he also agreed that they likely would need some sort of help transitioning to a brand-new planet. Most of his people are not as well traveled as he was when it comes to the cosmos. But would they truly want him there? Thor was the new King of Asgard and favored prince. Surely, he was the better person to invite. Maybe he was, Loki wasn’t sure, but the feelings of inequality and being the pariah of the Asgardian royal family ran deep.

Yet, he was still intrigued by this letter and being considered a hero of all things by this Y/N. He decided he would at least attend to meet this person and extend a thank you for the hospitality. It would be the polite thing to do, right?

The time for the orientation came and Loki found himself walking down to the conference room. Much to his surprise, he did invite and encouraged any of the Asgardian’s he passed by to attend. Before he knew it, he was stepping in the conference room, and someone handed him a folder. There weren’t many people there yet, but there were a few Asgardians sitting randomly amongst the sea of chairs.

Then he saw her.

At the front of the room was a petite woman, wearing a long flowing dress that held all the colors of the Bifrost. The sun shined on her hair and she glowed; she was an absolute heart stopping vision of a rainbow of colors. She was chatting with another woman, a large bright smile on her face. Her very essence, the light that exuded from her was his own personal sun and its gravitational pull unconsciously led him right in front of her. She turned her smile to him, her petite frame just bringing her under his chin, and he lost all train of thought and his legendary silver tongue turned to lead – much to his dismay.

“Oh, hello! You must be Prince Loki. Welcome, your highness! Wow, you are tall!” She laughed and offered him her hand and he took it. She clasped her other hand over his in a comforting embrace and shook it. He couldn’t deny the jolt of electricity he felt just from this minor touch.

“It truly is an honor to meet you!” She continued to beam up at him and he found himself getting lost in this little mortal’s eyes, admiring how the sun brought out golden flecks in them. A few long moments went by as she continued to look at him expectantly, clearly waiting for a response. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Get it together, Loki!

“Y-yes, hello. You must be Lady Y/N?” She dropped his hand, and he felt an unfamiliar twinge of loss.

“Yes, I am sorry! I am Y/N. I am assuming you got my letter? I am so glad that you could make it. I really appreciate it and you being here will be so helpful to the success of these initiatives!”

“Well, I appreciate your willingness to help the people of Asgard and for the warm welcome. Though, I am afraid I am no hero as your letter said.” She smiled at him and placed a hand on his bicep.

“Well, you are to me.” He was taken by surprise not only by her comment, but also by her touch. Again, he found himself entranced by her. This time it was her smile. It was so bright, so pure, that he almost believed that he was this hero she thought he was. Almost.

She requested that he sit in the front row, insisting it will be helpful and show solidarity to her program initiatives and his people. He obliged and sat down, while grappling with the fact that he just might do anything for this little mortal if she just asked.

A few minutes passed by and more and more Asgardian’s came into the conference room, each holding their own folders. The room wasn’t filled, but there was a decent number of attendants. Y/N eventually spoke up, getting everyone’s attention.

“Hello, everyone! Welcome! My name is Y/N and I am the Wellness Coordinator here at Stark Towers and I am so glad you all could make it. I want to acknowledge and appreciate the fact that we aren’t here under happy circumstances. I want to extend my most heartfelt condolences for the loss of Asgard. I can only imagine how it must feel to lose your home. Words cannot express the heartbreak we all feel for you. So, with that said, we want you all to feel as welcome and at home while you are here at Stark Towers.

While it is meant as a temporary stay, we want it to be as enjoyable and comfortable for you all as possible. Unfortunately, negotiations with Norway are taking longer than expected. Please don’t worry! We fully expect Norway to be your home soon, but it is a matter of figuring out the where and delegations of resources to set you all up for success. And to be completely honest, us Midgardians…” She shifted her gaze over to Loki and smiled, “that is the correct term, right?”

He nodded at her, with a soft smile, and she continued with a laugh, “Us Midgardians are just getting used to the notion of alien life, so this is a bit more complicated for us. We appreciate your patience and as I mentioned, we want to ensure you feel as comfortable as possible while you are here! And it is so wonderful to have the support of one of the princes’ of Asgard!”

She turned to him, her smile never leaving her face and nodded to him expectedly. He stood briefly and bowed slightly to her.

“Thank you so much for the warm welcome. Yes, Lady Y/N is correct that the negotiations with Norway continue, but we are optimistic that we will move to our New Asgard soon! I hope you all listen to Lady Y/N and what she has to offer as she is here to help us. For that, I am grateful.”

She mouthed a quick thank you to him as he sat back down. He felt his cheeks flush and prayed to the Norns no one would notice. What the Hel is wrong with him?

“So, as part of our initiative to help you all adjust to life on Midgard, we are going to offer a series of classes and programs with that goal in mind. First, when it comes to your rooms…I know many of you are sharing small spaces and we will try to accommodate any requests or needs when it comes to your housing to the best of our ability. Any requests can go to my assistant, Nicole.” She motioned to the woman she was speaking to earlier who now sat at a desk to the side of the conference room. Nicole raised her hand and waved to identify herself.

“We also have several grief counselors available to meet with individuals and families as needed. You can also set up those appointments with Nicole.” Y/N continued, “We understand that what you went through was very traumatic and trying and we are here to support you.”

Y/N chatted briefly about some of the other amenities the Tower offered including a special training room that was now being designated specifically for the Asgardians, medical personnel, and shared common spaces. She motioned to everyone’s folders and explained that all the amenities and where they are were included in their packets.

“As I mentioned earlier, I am the Wellness Coordinator here. Most of my role here is to help the employees here, and their families, lead healthy lives. We believe that happy and healthy workers create a better and more productive work environment. This included a series of classes and programs to help educate and encourage healthy habits. Now, my role extends to you all!” She shifted her gaze again over to Loki and smiled. He couldn’t help but notice how her eyes continued to catch his as she paced the front of the room.

“With that said, I wanted to share some things about myself since I am a new face and I really want you all to come to me if you need anything at all. It is easier to do that if you know the person, of course” She said, still pacing in front of the room; her colorful dress billowing behind her.

“First and foremost, my true love is music,” Her face lit up immediately and Loki caught it. If her smile was the sun, then her love of music that shone on her face were all the stars in all of the galaxies. She continued, “I am constantly listening to music and singing, though I don’t ever sing around other people.” She said with a lighthearted laugh. A smile crept on Loki’s lips. He could get used to her laugh.

“If you ever see me out and about and you call for me and I don’t respond, please don’t take offense! I listen to music with these,” She pulled her earbuds from the nearby desk and placed them near her ear, as an example, “and sometimes I get lost in what I am listening to. Just give me a little tap on my shoulder and I am happy to talk with you! And before anyone asks, no I hardly ever wear shoes – much to Tony Stark’s dismay.”

Loki peered down towards her feet and sure enough, she was barefoot. He didn’t fully understand why, but he found it endearing. She reminded him of the light elves; luminous and resplendent.

“I love to read, and I have a lot of plants,” she continued. Ah, that explains the housewarming gift, Loki thought. “And I have my own gardens on the property. If you can’t find me in the building, you can find me there.”

Loki’s mind drifted off for a moment with thoughts about his mother who had her own gardens. This Y/N reminded him of her, the woman who truly loved and cared for him the most, and his face softened at the thought. But apparently, he got too lost in those thoughts when he realized Y/N had been calling on him.

“O-Oh yes, my apologies Lady Y/N. Can you repeat that?”

“Oh, I know these things are so boring,” She teased with a glint in her eye. Loki flinched. It wasn’t his intention to ignore her and not pay attention.

“I tease”, she assured him, “I had asked if there was peanut butter on Asgard?” Loki looked at her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I am afraid I have not heard of this. We don’t have…. Peanut butter? On Asgard.”

“Ah, I figured as much. It is just a nut spread and I happen to be deathly allergic to Peanuts. Don’t worry, I won’t be offended by any jokes about the weak Midgardian that can be taken out by some nuts.” She laughed and some of the Asgardian’s laughed with her. Loki only frowned as he was reminded of the fragility of mortals. As beautiful and intriguing this woman is, it is probably a good idea not to get too attached. A mere heartbeat, he remembered…

“But that is enough about me! On to the programs! I will be offering a series of classes to help you all adjust to life on Midgard. One, I offer all the time, but will be adjusting to your needs. The class is simply called, “Mental Wellness” and it is just as it sounds. Tools and resources to help you be mentally and emotionally well. We talk about coping with stress and anxiety, communication, and one of my favorite topics – The Five Love Languages.” She said, with a big grin.

Loki perked up at this. His heart and his mind were giving him whiplash. He had just met this little mortal, who apparently can be killed by a mere a nut, yet he found himself enamored by her and drawn to her. The idea of talking to her about love was strangely exciting in the most confusing way.

“The second class, I lovingly named Earth 101, but I guess I should change it to Midgard 101? Moving to a new planet can be a culture shock. So, this class offers a safe place to ask questions without fear of embarrassment or judgement. No question will be considered silly or stupid. We will talk about culture, history, music – my personal favorite, of course – and basic skills including cooking and technology. Much of what we will teach, I am sure, will translate to what you already know. I understand Asgardian technology is advanced, so mostly it will be a matter of demonstrating. But, for those who need a bit more help, I will be offering one on one assistance.”

Y/N then motioned to a row of tables at the side of the room that were now covered in food and drinks.

“I thank you all for coming. Please stop and chat with Nicole and me about signing up for any of the services or classes we mentioned. Help yourselves to some refreshments and I hope you stay for a while! I would love to chat with you all and get to know you on a more personal level.”

Loki did stay back, grabbing himself some of the food and drinks offered. He made small talk with some of the Asgardian’s that attended while keeping an eye on Y/N. She made good on her word and had spent a significant amount of time greeting the Asgardians in attendance and genuinely getting to know them. Her effort was not unnoticed by Loki. Eventually, they both made their way back to each other.

“Thank you again for coming and giving your support. It is so appreciated. It turns out we will have a decent group attending these classes. Your presence was a great help with that!” She beamed up at him, clutching a stack of papers and clipboards against her chest. He really could not get enough of her smile!

“Yes, of course. I am glad to hear that this meeting was a success for your initiatives. I could tell that you put a lot of thought into the needs of the people of Asgard and it is greatly appreciated.” Again, she lightly touched his arm after hearing his reply. There is that electricity again…

“So, Prince Loki…”

“Loki is fine,” He interrupted with a wave of his hand, and she smiled and continued.

“Yes, Loki…Are you planning on joining us for any of these classes? Again, your support would go a long way, but I would totally understand if you didn’t want to. I hear you are well read and well-traveled yourself. I am sure you don’t need them.”

Her question caught him off guard. It was true what she said that he already had a wealth of knowledge of the subjects at hand. However, he was intrigued by the concept of the “Five Love Languages” and further understanding of Midgardian technology. Yet, he found himself wanting to sign up for anything she asked just to be near her. It was that confusing push and pull. He knew trying to get close to her was a bad idea, but who knows how long he would have the opportunity to talk to her? To see her smile like that? His curiosity got the best of him, and he smiled down at this tiny mortal; his new sun.

“Yes, I believe I will.”

[yorkshireisastateofmind]

I'm just gonna say it...

Loki has a type!

[rainerotates]

everyone talks abt loki taking y/n’s virginity;

but what abt taking loki’s????

[ohwowreallycool]

Date Night prt. 2

Read Part 1 Here

“Yes sir, a table for two please.” Loki spoke into the phone as you walked into the room, “Thank you.”

You were so happy, so ready for the rest of this night. As you grabbed for your handbag, you asked where he’d gotten a table at. Your voice cloaked in a smile. He turned and seen you, for the first time since you went upstairs to get ‘dressed up’. 

“Oh, my sh-. . .” his eyes widened as he took you all in. Your hair, now cascading down over your shoulders. How had you done that? It was in a bun just minuets ago. Your lashed so long they almost reached your eyebrow. Bright, bold red painted across your lips. Your mouth matched the flowy, quite short, bright red sun dress you had chosen. The little white polka dots all across it tied in the perfectly matched white shoes you had picked. 

You began blushing under his absolutely ridiculous staring. This was nothing, he had seen you in much sexier things. So why would he . . .? 

“You look,” shaking his head and walking towards you, he began to place his hands on your sides and smiled. You laughed and rested your hands on his wrists as you asked,

“I look what?” as his eyes ran over every inch of you

Raising his eyes to meet yours, “ravishing”. 

His lips crashed into yours and you were almost shocked. He was forceful, but it was so welcomed. His tongue brushed against you bottom lip. You gave him permission to go farther, opening your lips, waiting for him. But, instead, he gripped your waist firmly and pushed you away. 

Clearing his throat, he looked down for some long, drawn-out silence, “If we’re doing this date night, we’re doing it right.” You were confused at his words. What could that possibly mean. His riddle puzzled your face, and he laughed at your confusion. 

Taking a rather large step back, he put his palms up in a rather defensive posture, “so. . .” and with that he walked out the front door. 

You searched the room, looking for God knows what. Had he really just walked out the front-freaking-door? My God, he really is like him. . .  he promised he’d never walk out. And now he’s literally walked out? No, this couldn’t be! How could he - he didn’t even take any of his crap! *ding*

*ding*

       *ding*

Your doorbell rang out and you were more than confused at this point. You were ticked and how dare he walk out? Who, the hell, could possibly be here? you flung the door open with reckless abandon. 

What? Loki stopped behind your closed screen-door smiling at you. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“What?” his smile fading, he himself looking confused now.

“You just walk out, what th - “

“Babe!” he cut you off, leaning in a little bit while explaining what he thought was obvious, “It’s a date,” his arms presenting himself, “I’m picking you up. . .” 

You both stood, looking each other over, for a little while. Until you took a long breath, and hung your head as your finger-tips reached for your left temple. 

“I’m sorry. . .”

“All is forgiven,” with an absolutely undeserved smile.

You smiled back and walked out to meet him, closing the door behind you. As you walked out to the car, he laced his fingers into yours. 

“Ah,” he said, stopping mid stride - making you both stand outside of the car - “I almost forgot,” and he held his hand out as a perfect, bring red, and simply the biggest rose you had ever seen appeared from nothing. 

“For you,”

Part 3 coming soon.