Princess Treatment - Loki x Reader
Plot: Loki enjoys spoiling the reader with his manners from Asgard.
Warnings: none
Word count: 401
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Many people still saw Loki as the terrorist who attacked New York, but not you. Your Loki was gentle, funny, and treated you like a princess. He never wasted an opportunity to dote on you or make you smile with a small custom from the Asgardian court.
His mother had drilled proper manners into him since he was young. He was always better at it than Thor, who tended to trip over his own feet or knock a poor maiden down. It was something Loki cherished, it was a worthy skill that he was better at than his brother. He was the diplomatic one, talking circles around ambassadors and charming ladies until they whispered their deepest secrets. Silver Tongue was a well-earned moniker.
He still carried his mother's lessons fondly, perhaps that is why he made sure to treat you like a proper lady. He would always offer you his arm and open doors. But he really loved the truly over-the-top gestures. He would kneel down to put your heels on for you. Gently sliding them over your feet and securing them carefully, kissing each ankle once he finished. If your feet got tired, he would simply carry you, no second thought, it was the most straightforward decision in his mind.
Some of the others laughed, but you found it quite charming. He always wore thick leather coats and when it was cold, he would drape it around your shoulders without you even having to say anything.
His mother always used to say that a man who was unwilling to plan dates was unwilling to go on them, so Loki made sure that he planned at least as many, if not more, dates than you did. Sometimes you wanted lots of input and he would let you pick the restaurant and time, but he would make sure to do the reservation and pay for the cab. Other times, he arranged it all himself, learning what you enjoyed and sharing experiences with you.
Part of him wondered if it was simply muscle memory. He had used these manners for thousands of years, that maybe he was just stuck with them. But each time he saw your face light up as he did something for you, he was reminded that it was all a choice and he had chosen you, in every lifetime, in every variation, for all time. Always.
