Lost in Translation - Loki x Reader
Summary - Loki is Drunk and when he gets this way, he blends the line of English and Asgardian. Teaching the Y/n something about his native tongue while staring at her like she is his everything.
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Loki gazed at her lovingly playing with her hair, "Håret ditt er så mykt." He whispered leaning in and kissing her ear making her giggle, when he got drunk, or 'full,' enough he started to speak Asgardian. Which she was never mad at, she thought it was the most attractive thing. "What was that?" She asked her voice was so sweet to him, delicious even he could listen to it all day, he thought. "It means your hair is so soft. You are guddommelig." She nodded slowly saying the word, and completely botching it.
"No, no, no, no say it like this goo - dough - mlay." He instructs like a conductor with his orchestra waving his hands at every syllable. She followed his instructions and said every part slowly and then the word all together. Loki clapped for her and kissed her temple, "vakker jobb, min elskede." She looked at him with anticipation, "what does that one mean?" He paused for a second deciding on what he should say but the ale in system is making him almost lose himself. "It means beautiful job, my love."
Her eyes soften, and her breath hitches, "you have never said that" She nodded to him and buries his head back to the crook of her neck. "You make me lose myself," he reasons with a sigh. "Or your drunk." She laughs and playfully glares at her, "kjære, I am not. I am full. Besides any man or Gods for that matter needs some liquid courage when they are dealing with you."

















