#soft loki

[kylimarz]

Ungodly Sick

Loki x Reader

~1.6k

Comfort fluff, soft reveal, sickfic, post-canon vibes, some drabble

Warnings: mild illness, fever symptoms, body transformation (Jotun Loki reveal), mild cursing

You’re sick. And your boyfriend? Nowhere to be found.

When you finally wake up, the room feels different… colder…

And then there’s a very large, very blue man in your bed.

Things get weird. Then sweet. Then a little weirder.

But somehow… it still feels like him.

You were sick. Absolutely miserable and sick. And your partner was nowhere to be seen.

The temperature in the room was stifling, and you had no energy to get up and change it again. Your body couldn’t decide what it wanted—hot and cold battled back and forth in waves, leaving you sweaty one second and shivering the next.

You’d come up with a game plan: one leg in the blanket, one leg out, same for your arms. It kind of worked. Barely.

Groaning, you glanced around the room once more, your eyes searching for any sign of Loki. Your head felt like a rock as you lifted it, the effort draining the last bit of strength out of you. Letting it fall back against the pillow, you stared blankly at the ceiling, completely miserable. With nothing else to do, you gave in and tried to fall asleep again.

After lots of tossing and turning and probably some mumbling to yourself, at some point you must’ve passed out.

When your eyes blinked open again, something was… different. You no longer felt overheated. In fact, the room felt… *cool*. Peacefully so.

Eyes narrowing, you looked around suspiciously, trying to figure out what had changed.

Next to you was something blue.

Something *blue* and large and—

A *giant blue man* was in your bed.

A scream immediately ripped from your throat as you thrashed away, tumbling off the bed and hitting the floor with a loud thud.

The blue beast jerked upright, blinking groggily. It looked around in confusion, red eyes glowing softly in the dim light, then started patting the bed like it had lost something important.

You scrambled backward, heart pounding, eyes wide. The thing in your bed had *glowing red eyes*?! Oh god—no, no, you needed to get out of here.

“Love? Where’d you go?” the giant said.

**Love?!** What??

“…Loki?” you squeaked, peeking cautiously from the other side of the bed.

“Hi, love,” he said softly, offering a sheepish smile. “This isn’t how I thought I’d show you…”

You stared. Completely dumbfounded.

You’d seen him shift before—Lady Loki was a favorite of yours. Tall, elegant, with flowing black hair and a presence that made everyone shut up and stare. Just as striking as your classic Loki.

But *this*? This was entirely unlike anything he’s shown you.

Standing shakily, you reached out a hand as if to confirm he was real. “Loki… love… is that really you?”

You could see it now—the curve of his lips, the shine in his eyes, the set of his brow. Even the way he reached out for you was so unmistakably him.

Sure, he was blue now. But he was still beautiful. *Maybe even more so*. Darker blue lines trailed along his skin like frosty symbols and patterns. His fingers and ears were tipped in soft white, like he’d been sculpted out of midnight snow. The sight was stunning.

And he was *rambling.*

You had no idea what he was saying because all you could focus on was how massive his hands were—and how desperately you wanted to hold them. To trace those glowing lines that danced across his skin.

“…and I thought, hey! This is a quick way to cool you down, and I could still cuddle you without making you overheat—” He tripped over his words, voice rising slightly in panic. “I mean, it *worked*, didn’t it?”

A fumbling, slightly panicked, giant version of your Loki. Yeah. That was definitely him.

So you reached up, cupped his cool face in your hands, and kissed him.

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One week later, *he’s* sick in bed, groaning dramatically and begging you for soup.

You tease him relentlessly. He insists frost giants don’t get colds. You point to the tissues.

[kitty384]

Hey ! Can you write one of those Fics where Loki finds out about the pregnancy and is ecstatic.

🌙✨Thanks for the request! This one made me smile the whole time I wrote it—hope you love soft, excited Loki as much as I do 💚

Title: The Stars Are Ours Now

Summary: Y/N has been keeping a secret, not out of fear—but out of reverence. When she finally tells Loki that he’s going to be a father, he doesn't just react with love… he reacts with awe, laughter, and a joy so bright it feels like magic. Because for Loki, this isn’t just about becoming a parent—it’s about becoming whole.

Warnings: Pregnancy reveal, softness, Loki being beyond ecstatic, gentle tears, implied trauma healing, established relationship, fluff, emotional intimacy, magic, found family, happy crying.

You didn’t plan on hiding it. Not really.

You just… wanted the moment to feel right. Because it wasn’t something you wanted to blurt out. It wasn’t something that deserved to be rushed or tangled up in casual timing.

This was Loki. And you were carrying his child.

That wasn’t news you gave over breakfast. It was news you gave with trembling hands, soft eyes, and the kind of breathless wonder that echoed the way he had changed your world.

It had been almost two weeks since you’d found out. The test was still tucked safely into a small carved box—one Loki had gifted you months ago, lined with velvet and tiny celestial runes.

You hadn't touched it. You’d barely even opened it since. As if looking too long might shatter the truth.

But you could feel it. The quiet shift. The warmth in your chest. The way your body felt… not like your own, but more important somehow. Sacred.

And tonight—tonight, he was coming home.

You sat on the edge of your shared bed, the small box in your lap, legs bouncing slightly despite your effort to appear calm.

The fireplace crackled low.

Outside the windows, the moon rose slow and full, like it knew something holy was about to happen.

You barely heard the sound of his magic on the air before the doors opened—before he swept into the room like dusk and gold and spring air.

“Darling,” he breathed, relief pouring from his voice as his eyes landed on you. “There you are.”

He was already smiling. Already shedding his cloak as he crossed to you. Already reaching, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he leaned down to kiss the crown of your head.

“I missed you more than I can begin to—” He stopped. Paused.

You hadn’t returned the hug.

Not out of fear.

But because your hands were still clutching the box.

He pulled back slightly, brow furrowing. “Are you alright?”

“I… have something for you.”

His eyes flickered with concern, then curiosity, and finally—calm affection.

He sat beside you. “What is it?”

You held it out with both hands. “Just… open it slowly, okay?”

He took it gently. Reverently, even. He always handled your gifts like they were sacred.

The lid opened.

His eyes dropped.

And time seemed to stop.

There was no explosion of expression.

No immediate reaction.

Just stillness.

A stillness so pure it made the room hold its breath.

The pregnancy test sat nestled inside, its two lines clear and unwavering.

Loki stared.

Not like a man in disbelief.

But like a man witnessing the divine.

“…Is this…?”

You nodded, your voice barely there. “Yes.”

Another long pause.

Then his hand came to his mouth, covering it.

Then his shoulders trembled—just once.

And a sound bubbled out of him that you’d never heard before.

A laugh.

Not loud or wild.

But weightless.

Joyful.

Disbelieving.

“Stars above…” he breathed, setting the box down with the utmost care. “We’re going to have a child.”

You blinked. “You’re not upset?”

“Upset?” His eyes snapped to yours—glassy, awestruck. “I’m ecstatic. I… I don’t have the words.”

You exhaled, the tension you didn’t realize you’d been holding spilling out in a rush.

Loki stood and immediately pulled you into his chest, lifting you off your feet like you were lighter than the moonlight pouring in.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” you whispered into his shoulder. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you, or—”

“You are the only overwhelming thing I will ever welcome with open arms,” he murmured, pulling back to cup your cheeks. “You carry my child. You honor me with this.”

His voice cracked.

“I thought I would live a thousand years alone, believing myself too broken to ever hold something so whole. But this—this is everything I didn’t dare ask for.”

You both sank back onto the bed, hands tangled, foreheads pressed together.

Loki rested his hand gently over your belly, eyes wide with wonder.

“There’s a life in there,” he whispered.

You nodded, tearful.

“Our life.”

“I will guard them with all that I am,” he promised. “They will never know a moment without love.”

You smiled. “They’re going to have a dramatic, overprotective father, aren’t they?”

He smirked. “Dramatic? Perhaps. But I make no apology for protection.”

You leaned into him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Later that night, long after he’d finished pressing soft kisses to your skin and whispering secrets in Old Norse to your stomach, you found him standing near the balcony doors.

He was barefoot. Shirt half-unbuttoned. Hair loose around his shoulders.

And he was crying.

Quietly.

When you reached him, his arm immediately wrapped around you, drawing you into his side.

“I’m not sad,” he murmured. “I’m just… I never thought I’d be allowed this.”

You leaned your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Steady. Alive.

“You don’t have to earn happiness, Loki,” you whispered. “You just have to let yourself keep it.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“I intend to keep you. Both of you. For as long as the stars exist.”

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[passionatefanficgirl]

Unintentional (Part 3)

Pairing: Loki x Shy!Autistic!Fem!Reader

Summary: You're starting to question whether Loki really has feelings for you

Warnings/tags: Angst, soft Loki (probably OOC), periods, mention of bad period pain (ten out of ten at one point), mention of joint pain, mention of hospitals, mention of legal paperwork, mention of painkillers, mention of heartbreak (nothing actually happens), mention of mind control, mention of injuries, mention of arrests

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Today has been one of those days. You overslept, and missed your alarm somehow. Then you managed to trip, and fall down the stairs, which actually hurt a lot, but you figured it's probably just bruises.

And then you got your period.

You're not sure if you're meant to get joint pain, or cramps that make you so miserable that you can barely function, or horrible bloating that makes you feel like you can't eat anything (even though you've barely eaten all day). You figured it was just regular period stuff, or your sensory issues exacerbating the problem, but now, you're not so sure.

And on top of all that, you're now somehow dating Loki, a guy who was supposed to be a villain, but who is now somehow accepted(?) into the Avengers. Not that that's a bad thing in itself; Loki's always been very kind to you.

But you're not sure if he really does have feelings for you like he says. Sure, he said that he didn't want a relationship based on obligation, but did he really mean it? Was he just trying to make his mother happy?

Grimacing, you force yourself to stand up. Maybe Bruce will have something to help the pain. He's the only Avenger you really get along with, apart from Thor - but then again, Thor might just be being nice because of the Loki-soulmate thing.

As you shuffle towards the medical bay, you wonder yet another time why Loki seems so convinced that you two are soulmates. Sure, you can tell what the other is feeling, you can read each others' thoughts if you're in the same room, and Frigga and Thor both seem as convinced as Loki, but you're just not sure. Is it really possible to be so decided about someone that fast?

"Ooh…"

You almost double over when your cramps suddenly intensify.

Come on! you tell yourself. The sooner you get to Bruce, the sooner he can help you.

But it's a losing battle. The pain gets worse with every step you take, until you're in so much pain that you can only take very small, slow steps, and you have to stop a lot.

It's only after half an hour of struggling that you finally give up, sit down, and fumble around for your phone to text Bruce. You're determined to get that painkiller, no matter what, but you just can't face going to the lab.

And then you remember that Bruce never looks at his phone when he's in the lab. He always has it switched to silent, so he won't see your message until probably the next morning.

Your shoulders slump, and you stare at the floor, wishing you could cry. Crying would make you feel better, but you're in so much pain that even trying to summon tears is too much, so you just sit, staring at the floor, gasping.

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You have no idea how long you've been sitting curled up on the floor, but you can see that the sun's moved in the sky, so it must have been at least a few hours. The longest few hours of your life.

Unfortunately, this corridor's one of the quieter ones, and nobody's noticed you yet.

The pain isn't much worse, but it certainly hasn't gone away. And you're still not inured to it. All you want now is to somehow get out of your body, wait until this wretched period is over, and then get back in your body again.

Suddenly, you feel someone accidentally kick you.

The pain immediately gets worse, but you don't scream or cry, although your face contorts with agony, and you let out a whimper.

"Lady Y/N!"

It's Thor.

He immediately crouches down. "Lady Y/N, what is the matter? Are you unwell?"

You wish you had the words to explain, but there's a block between your brain and your vocal cords.

"I will take you to Banner," Thor decides, realising that you're in too much pain to talk. "Do not worry, Lady Y/N. I am sure he will have something to help you."

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Bruce looks up from his work when Thor bursts in, his eyes widening when he sees you in Thor's arms.

"What happened?" he asks, motioning for Thor to follow him.

"I do not know," says Thor, frowning. "I found her on the corridor. She appears to be in pain."

"Okay." Bruce opens the door to an examination room. "Lay her down on the table, and I'll take a look."

Thor does his best to be gentle as he sets you down on the examination table, but even the slightest movement is agony right now, and you groan.

"Okay, Y/N, can you tell me on a scale of one to ten, how much it hurts?"

You hold up nine fingers, then ten, then nine again, before deciding on ten.

Bruce nods. "Can you show me where it hurts?"

You point to your lower stomach. You'd normally be blushing, but you're beyond embarrassment right now, and you just want the pain to stop.

"Is it your period?" asks Bruce.

You nod. "Please make it stop," you whisper.

Bruce's face clears. "I'll give you something to stop the pain," he says, "and if it's okay with you, I'd like to keep you in the hospital wing overnight, just to make sure the pain doesn't come back."

"Okay," you whisper.

After the painkiller kicks in, Thor picks you up again, and carries you to the hospital wing, where he sets you down on a bed in a side room (all the beds are in side rooms, for privacy).

The bed's surprisingly comfortable, considering it's supposed to be a hospital bed, and there's one of those remotes to control the head, foot, and height of the bed, which normally you'd be excited about, but you're too tired to appreciate it right now (although you probably will in the morning).

"Alright," says Bruce, "so, I'll be coming in to check on you a few times, but if you need anything and I'm not here, you can just press the call button. Is there anyone you'd like me to call at all?"

You consider for a moment. Loki's away at the moment; he went back to Asgard with his mother to fix up some legal stuff, and you don't really want to bother him - but then again, you're not sure if he's the type of person who'd prefer to know if his romantic partner wasn't feeling well.

Thor seems to have guessed what you're thinking. "I think it would be best if Loki was informed," he tells Bruce.

"Are you sure he - I don't want to bother him," you say.

Thor nods. "I understand your concern, Lady Y/N, but Loki prefers honesty and transparency in any relationship, and although delaying telling him may not seem like a lie to you, he will not be pleased if he is not informed as soon as possible."

"Will he worry?"

Thor nods again. "Probably. You are someone he cares about, after all."

You frown. "Does he care about me?"

"Of course," says Thor. "He would never have suggested a romantic relationship with you if he did not care for you, regardless of whether or not you were soulmates."

"But why? Why would he choose me, when he could have any Asgardian girl?"

Thor chuckles. "Loki is not particularly popular back home. Asgardian girls seem to have a preference for blond, muscular men."

"But surely there was someone?"

Thor sighs. "A long time ago - you must never tell Loki I told you this - there was a girl called Sigyn. Loki was convinced they were soulmates, but she did not love him back. He never really believed in love after that. That, I think, was when he became more closed off. He has always been the gentler of us. He feels things very deeply, Lady Y/N, and though he has changed in recent years, I believe he does truly care for you."

"How do you know?" you ask.

"Because of what happened on the aircraft carrier. Loki's mind was twisted by an unknown force, bent on ruling Earth, but something in you stopped that force in its tracks. After you were hurt, he immediately came to his senses, and came to me. He begged me for forgiveness, and for help for you. Once you were safely in the hospital, he was arrested, of course. He was later released after his statements about the unknown force were found to be true, and he is now a free man."

"So he's grateful to me," you say, trying to clarify.

"I believe it was gratitude at first," says Thor, "but I have been watching him closely ever since I found out you were soulmates, and I can tell you, Y/N, he has grown to care for you." He smiles. "And if you need proof - wait until he finds out you're in the infirmary."

"What will he do?"

Thor chuckles. "I could tell you, but that would spoil the surprise. You had better rest now, Lady Y/N."

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You wake up to feel someone stroking your hair. "Is she going to be alright?"

It's Loki.

"She's going to be fine," says Bruce. "What she needs most is rest."

You open your eyes to see Loki sitting by your bed, looking more tired than you've ever seen him before.

He gasps softly when he sees that you're awake. "Darling… are you alright? When Thor told me you were in the infirmary, I-" He takes a deep breath. "Are you still in pain?"

You consider lying, and saying you're not in pain at all, but then you remember that Loki can read your thoughts, so you say, "Only a two or three."

Loki breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. Please never scare me like that again. I don't know if I could bear it."

"I'm sorry," you mumble. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I know you didn't," says Loki softly. "But please tell someone the next time you're in pain. I know I'm not always around, but you can tell Bruce, or Thor, or any of the other Avengers. You can even tell my mother, if she's around."

"I will," you promise. "I don't want to ever get to that level of pain again."

"Are you sure you're alright?" asks Loki softly. "Do you need anything?"

"I'm okay. How was Asgard?"

Loki forces a smile. "It was exactly what I expected. Father was furious, of course, but Mother protected me. We've finally finished the paperwork, so I'm at your disposal for the next few weeks. How long do these periods last, do you know?"

"About a week for me," you say.

"Well," says Loki, standing up, "this coming week shall be a week of comfort and - what is it the Midgardians say again? Pampering?"

You giggle. "It is."

Loki manages a real smile. "Well, my dear, I shall go and ask Bruce when you are due to leave. Try to rest while I am gone."

You nod, your eyes already closing. "Okay."

He's back a few minutes later. "Bruce says you're free to go back to your own room. I shall take you there once you have slept."

You manage another nod. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Loki's hand stroking your hair again.

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As always, I do not give permission for anyone to copy my work, repost it, etc. (reblogs are fine)

[minstrelwrites]

Princess Treatment - Loki x Reader

Plot: Loki enjoys spoiling the reader with his manners from Asgard.

Warnings: none

Word count: 401

Author's Note: Message me for requests for Marvel drabbles or if you're interested in drawing art for my fics! Find me on Wattpad and AO3 at minstrelwrites.

Copyright: I do not give consent for my work to be copied, shared on other sites, published, or otherwise used without my knowledge.

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.

[fangs-of-gold]

"My personal ice cube"

"I'm your what now?"

Warnings/tags: good!Loki, fluff, soft!Loki, Avenger!Loki, you and Loki are friends, I had a dream about this and decided to make a fic from said dream

No age limits

Fandom: MCU movie Loki

You couldn't get comfortable no matter how hard you tried.

You'd think in a high-tech place like this, the air conditioning wouldn't break, would have failsafes or something. Wrong - the new Compound may be great, but since it's just been built there are still a few kinks to work out. Tony said he'd call his HVAC guy in the morning, but he's still locked in the lab right now, so he'll have to be reminded. JARVIS will remember.

It sucks to be exhausted and not be able to fall asleep. As you flopped about, trying to find a cool patch in the sheets, you barely registered the quiet sounds coming from your TV through the haze of sleepiness. Why couldn't the AC have broken on a cooler night?

Then a thought hit you that made you sit bolt upright.

Loki.

Of course. Why were you laying here melting when you had a literal Jotun for a friend, only a few rooms away?

Without wasting another second, you rolled off the bed and padded through your dorm on bare feet, slipping soundlessly out the door and down the hall to Loki's room.

He normally locks his door. It was odd that you found it unlocked when you got there, but you were grateful.

You walked over to his bed and took a moment to admire him like this - asleep, relaxed, happy... He looked almost younger, with no worries on his mind at the moment. Then common sense kicked in thanks to your body noticing that it was still oppressively hot, and you had the bright idea to make sure there were no knives within easy reach. You didn't want him to stab you whilst half-asleep.

Okay, I should be safe. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before slipping into the bed beside Loki.

He was still partly dreaming, you think, because he shifted closer to you. You couldn't hold back a little whine as you felt his cool body press against yours - the feeling was divine, pun intended.

That woke him. You flinched back as his body stiffened and he opened his eyes to see you beside him.

"What in Hel are you doing?" he asked in a voice that, while still thick with sleep, carried plenty of danger beneath the surface.

Brain still muddled with exhaustion and the innate need to cool down, you did something the tiny remaining rational part of you knew you'd regret.

You reached up and put a finger to his lips to shush him. "Shh... I'm dying in this heat and you're a frost giant. Put the pieces together. You got two choices - hold me to cool me down or use your magic. But you're gonna help me." As if to illustrate your point, you curled closer against him.

He looked down at you with a rather taken-aback expression on his face. "My, my, darling, a Midgardian thinks she can order one of Asgard to do her bidding, does she?" If you didn't know better, you'd say he was attempting to hold back a laugh.

"Mhm, maybe." You murmured softly. "Now make up your mind."

You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. "Very well." With that, his arms slipped around you, pulling you closer.

You hummed happily as he held you close, reveling in being in his arms as much as being able to cool down. It wasn't like you two'd been mutually crushing on each other for as long as Loki had been an Avenger. Nope, no way.

As you finally got comfortable enough to drift into sleep, pressed against Loki with your head on his shoulder, you felt a soft brush on your forehead that if you didn't know better, would have felt like a kiss. "Goodnight, darling," he whispered as he drifted off as well.

"Night, Lokes." You whispered back. "You make a wonderful personal ice cube."

"Thank y- I'm a what now?"

"Nevermind, Loki, go to sleep."

"Mm. G'night." he murmured against the top of your head.

Then one thought struck you like lightning before you succumbed to sleep.

You gave him the option of using his magic on you.

So why did he choose to cuddle you instead?

((if you want this continued, lemme know! I'd love to make it a series!!))

[violetstark3000]

Trickster’s Day Off😈

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N) Word count: ~3,500 words Warnings: Fluff, slow burn, light humor, mild language, some playful teasing Summary: Loki’s latest scheme to “relax” lands him rooming with Y/N, who’s equal parts sharp, sarcastic, and unbothered by Asgardian mischief. As they navigate the chaos of Avengers Tower together, their teasing quickly spirals into something neither expected. Can the God of Mischief learn how to be soft without losing his edge?

A/N: Thought id try something new lmk what you all think 🤷‍♀️

When Loki showed up at Avengers Tower claiming he was “on a much-needed break” from Asgard, no one quite believed him. Least of all Y/N, who’d been assigned as his unofficial roommate — because apparently, “the God of Mischief needs someone to keep him in check.”

Which was hilarious, if a little terrifying.

From day one, Loki made it clear he’d prefer schemes to chores, illusions to mundane chores, and grand speeches over small talk. But Y/N was stubbornly unamused by magic tricks and sarcastically unimpressed by his Asgardian flair.

“Honestly,” Y/N said one morning, flipping her hair as Loki conjured a miniature serpent to impress her, “if you spent half as much time helping as you do showing off, you might actually get along with the team.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, lips quirking. “And deprive myself of the delightful torture of your company?”

Y/N smirked. “Exactly.”

Their days in the tower settled into a strange rhythm — Loki lounging on the windowsill, reading ancient texts or sulking when Thor ate all the snacks; Y/N juggling training, tech troubleshooting, and keeping Loki grounded when his “pranks” almost blew out the main power grid.

But beneath the sarcasm and bickering, there was a growing understanding — and maybe even something warmer.

One rainy afternoon, when the team was scattered across missions or meetings, Y/N found Loki sitting quietly on the balcony, looking less like a god and more like someone just… tired.

“You okay?” she asked, sitting down beside him.

Loki shrugged, voice soft. “Even a god gets weary.”

Y/N nodded, offering her jacket. “Then let’s be weary together. No schemes, no tricks. Just… this.”

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the distant hum of the city and the faint scent of rain, something shifted between them — a spark that was less mischief and more… possibility.

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If you want the full chapter-by-chapter detailed story or more scenes with Loki and Y/N, just say the word! :)

[paulbee99]

Their joys, anger, sorrow, and love. 🍰✨

💓I have to say that they are the best MCU couple in my heart.

[lokisrealpurpous]

cramps

loki x reader with endometriosis

warnings: mention of blood, mentions of periods, extremely bad period pain.

lokis fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way.

this is for all my endometriosis girlies , as someone who has it themselves I wish it was spoke about more and that doctors didn't neglet it so much, getting forced to go on the pill and never given a remedy since 10yrs old is a horrible experience. My heart goes out to you all. If you'd like more like this, maybe small headshots of him looking after you in hospital or how he reacts when you faint, then please send requests or comment x

Loki's pov

I had arrived late from the mission I had so desperately been trying to get back from after seeing the 4 missed calls and 18 text messages left from my fiancé. I couldn't check the messages, being in a jet so high up there was only little WiFi, which was all being used by stark, so I sat in the back anxiously, merely muttering a word as i begged the trusted gods above me to keep her safe before I get to her.

I knocked gently before bursting into our bedroom, I was frantic and worried, adrenaline rushing through my veins before I stilled, seeing her lay on the bed, curled around a hot water bottle. Her face was flushed red, and her teeth were gritted. Her hair was a mess, and the blankets her tangled around her. The pill bottle on the side was empty, and the sickbowl on the other was not.

"heya dove..."

I whisper, slowly coming up beside the bed, pulling down some of the blanket that covered her pale but flustered face teasingly before sitting beside her, bringing her weak form in my arms and kissing her forehead.

"is it your cramps?"

I whisper again, running my hands through her knotted hair, untangling it gently.

She nods slowly against my chest, finally looking up at me so I could see her entire face. It was tearburnt and swollen.

"Oh darling..."

I take her face in my hands, rubbing her cheek softly with my thumb. I lift her up, bringing her further into my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist as they find her lower abdomen, I massage the area gently while kissing her neck.

"This good?"

I mumble and she nods again, leaning against my chest. I felt the guilt twist in my stomach that I wasn't able to get here earlier during her flare up, I was proud she managed to find her medication and get herself a sickness bowl, but the thought of her having to do all that while in absolute agony, then to be sick without me to hold her hair and rub her stomach, i never wanted to leave her side again.

"I was fine."

I hear her croak out.

"I don't always need my knight in shining armour my love, I know how to take care of myself."

I let a sigh of relief before kissing her neck, still massaging her lower stomach.

"I know princess, I just worry."

She chuckles, turning her head up to kiss my lips, then laying between my legs, her head resting on my chest, humming as I eased the tension in her belly.

It didn't take long for her fall asleep on top of me, and not long for myself either once switching off the crystal lamp beside us.

your pov 2:27am

I sat up, taking in the shadows of darkness that surrounded me as I reached across my lover's body to turn on the bedside lamp.

my hand flies to my mouth as I let out a groan of pain, not at all wanting to wake loki up, then slipping out of his embrace towards the bathroom until I realised the sheets and my brand new baby-pink nightgown.

'shit shit shit'

I mutter, stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, clutching onto my stomach as tears begin to well in my eyes.

I cover my mouth with both my hands now, pressing hard to stop the sobs escaping. The pain was unbearable as I held onto my dresser, my new gown and sheets were stained crimson, loki layed right next to the mess on our mattress, I had no medication left and I would not make it down the stairs to make myself a bottle.

wake him up.

I kept telling myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Before I could act upon a single thought, however, a wave of nausea crashed over me as the pain stabbed at my stomach, feeling as if my uterus was collapsing in on itself. I desperately ran to the toilet, holding onto the seat and puking into the bowl. My stomach churned and tightened as I gagged.. another meal rising up my throat.

Every spiralling worry stopped when I felt his hands run through my hair, pulling it out my face and using the band that was in just in his hair to tie mine in a tight ponytail.

He knelt beside me, rubbing my back and whispering things I couldn't make sense of at the moment with the pain still cursing me.

"Loki..."

I sob, gagging over the toilet but not being sick.

He continued rubbing, kissing my head and making sure I'm sat comftable, I didn't even realise how he had put me in his lap.

"nghh.."

I groan, holding onto my stomach, my hands gripping and the area and pulling and pushing, I didn't know what I was doing but I just wanted the pain off... I couldn't bare it...

"Lokiiiiii"

I groan again, my voice strained in pain.

"P...please"

My voice cracks, tears spilling down my cheeks. Once he realised my scratching hands, he pulled them away slowly, replacing them with his own and massaging again.

I let out a whimper of pain.

"Shhh shh shh... trust me my darling, just relax"

He coos, rocking me side to side in his arms.

My eyes suddenly widen as I feel his palms heat up to the perfect temputure as he continues kneeding my skin.

I whine, leaning against him, the pain fading with every movement of his huge hands that now had mine wrapped around them. He dosent stop, just whispering words of affirmation in my ears and swaying me with himself as my eyes began to flutter shut, my body finally feeling at ease and calm.

"That's it..."

I hear him whisper as he lifts me in his arms, hands still on my belly..

"You're okay love, ive got you"

He says as he lies me in a bed, the sheets changed and fresh, and a new nightgown dressing my body with the flash of a small green light.

How he does it I will never know but I do know that him, and his mother's parenting, will always be there to guide me through terrible nights like this.

"I love you Lo..." I whisper as I feel my body sink into the mattress and a kiss on my lips, large arms wrapping around my waist.

"I love you more, my darling.."

He replies with another kiss, then turns the lamp off, keeping his hands on my abdomen throughout the early morning till dawn.