#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.

——

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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Request

[passionatefanficgirl]

I loved your Unintentional fic I hope you do another part!!!!

Unintentional (Part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Loki x Shy!Autistic!Fem!Reader

Summary: Loki tries to explain himself to you. Things don't go as either of you planned.

Warnings/tags: Soft Loki (probably OOC), angst, upset reader, minor character death (mentioned), mentions of mind control, mentions of delusions, mentions of alcohol, Frigga is a sweetheart, mentions of hospitals, implications of sensory overload, mentions of meltdowns, mentions of autism

A/N: I'm so sorry, this one isn't my best writing…

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"L/N? L/N, can you hear me?"

Groaning softly, you open your eyes to see Romanoff sitting by your bed.

She breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness."

Thank goodness? What's she on about?

Then a wave of dread hits you.

Loki.

You were supposed to protect him if he got captured again.

And judging by the fact that Romanoff's sitting by your bed, that means he has been captured.

"Where is he?" you demand.

Romanoff looks confused. "Where's who?"

"Loki. Where is he?"

"Oh… Loki." Romanoff shrugs. "He's in a holding cell for the time being. Don't worry, we'll make him pay for what he did to you."

Make him pay? But he didn't hurt me! "I need to see him."

"L/N…"

There's a commotion outside the room, and Romanoff goes to investigate.

"What's going on?" she demands.

"Stark wants to see L/N," sighs someone. It sounds like Agent Hill.

Romanoff shrugs. "That's all?"

"The doctor said that she wasn't supposed to be excited or stressed out."

"Look, just send him in. The sooner we get this over with, the better."

"How about we send Cap in instead?" suggests another voice.

Dr Banner? What's he doing here?

"Hey, why does Cap get the special treatment around here?" someone else (presumably Stark) complains.

"Because he knows how to deal with people, and you don't," snaps Romanoff. "She's awake, Cap; you can go in."

"Thanks." A blond guy pokes his head around the door. "Am I okay to come in?"

You nod, and immediately regret it as a wave of pain washes over you.

The blond guy - presumably the aforementioned 'Cap' - sits in Romanoff's chair. "Look, I know this isn't going to be easy," he begins, his voice gentle. "But we need to know everything that happened to you after you were - captured."

"Captured?" Since when was I captured?

Cap leans forward. "L/N, I don't know what Loki said to you, or how he manipulated you into going with him, and I know it's going to be hard to hear, but - you were captured."

You take a deep breath. "Look, just - just tell me what happened - how you found Loki, what you did with him."

He sighs. "We don't know how Loki got hold of you, but we found him at Stark Tower, with you. You were in a pretty bad way. Do you have any idea how that happened?"

"The Destroyer gun."

"What?"

"It was a prototype weapon that Coulson fired at Loki. He took the brunt of the blast, cannoned into me, and we both went straight through a wall. That's why I was hurt."

Cap looks carefully at you. "No other reason?"

You shake your head. "Not that I can remember."

"What did you do afterwards?"

You pause. "I - my memory's not very clear. I…"

Cap waits as you pretend to try and recall what happened. You know full well what happened (how could you forget?), but you have no intention of telling the truth yet, at least until you've seen Loki, and agreed either to a plausible story, or to tell the truth.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember," you say. "I suppose I was on autopilot. I probably just ran away, and then fainted or something. I did hit my head, so my memory's not very clear."

"That's okay," says Cap kindly. "So, just to recall, Agent Coulson fired this destroyer weapon at Loki, and you got caught in the crossfire. Is that what happened?"

"Yeah, but I was behind him - Loki, I mean. So it wasn't really the crossfire, as such. But you could call it that."

Cap nods. "That'll be all for now. Thank you for your time, L/N."

You're not really sure how to respond, so you just smile, and nod, trying hard not to wince as another wave of pain hits you.

You feel a bit guilty lying to him, because he does seem like he genuinely wants to help, but you really don't want to tell the truth until you've had the go-ahead from Loki, because whatever you say will impact him, whether positively or negatively - but most likely the latter.

You can hear hushed voices in the corridor, and even though it gives you a headache, you strain to try and hear what they're saying.

"…seemed quite lucid…"

"…fairly trustworthy…"

"…most valuable source…"

The voices fade away as you fall back asleep.

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You're woken up by yet another commotion outside your room.

This one's louder, and sounds a lot more violent, so you strain to hear what's going on.

"…can't let him see her…"

"What if he…"

"…wants to see him…"

"…could kill us all…"

There's a knock at your door, and Romanoff pokes her head in.

"Hey, L/N, sorry to disturb you, but - Loki wants to see you. He - um, he threatened to break out of his cell and come see you by himself if we didn't let him…"

You try hard to suppress a smile. "That's fine. Him wanting to see me, I mean."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Romanoff doesn't look too impressed, but nods. "Okay. He'll be here in a minute."

You can hardly contain your relief at the fact that Loki's finally coming to see you. Or the delight that he wants to see you. It's been a few days since you first woke up, and you've asked about seeing Loki a couple of times, but the Avengers usually deflect, or (in the case of Stark) firmly say no.

The door opens, and Loki steps in, handcuffed, with Thor just behind him, presumably in case he should try anything.

Oh, darling… Loki's face is impassive, but you can see that his eyes are glassy. I was so worried.

You sigh. I'm sorry I didn't hold up my end of the bargain.

Loki shrugs. It matters not. I just want to make sure you're alright. Are you?

You bite your lip. I'm tired, achy, and I feel like I never want to move again.

Loki moves to sit down by your bed. How have they been treating you?

Surprisingly well. They all seem to think that you captured me, and tortured me, or something, and I've been too nervous to tell the truth, in case they think my brain's turned to mush or something.

They probably would. Loki sighs. I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you.

You smile shyly. You did your best. And you know, it's kind of ironic that the organisation that was supposed to protect me turned out being the one that injured me.

Loki's eyes darken. That fool Coulson. I wish I could make him pay for what he did, but he's already dead.

Dead?

He died of that stab wound I gave him.

So you kind of got preliminary revenge.

I was acting in self-defence, but I suppose you could look at it that way.

Your heart gives a guilty leap when you remember that Thor's right there. Can he hear us?

Loki shakes his head. Not under these circumstances, although he can sometimes read thoughts.

You breathe a sigh of relief. Good.

Loki turns to Thor, who's been staring at you like you're both crazy. "Do I really need these handcuffs?"

Thor glares at him. "Yes. And they're not coming off."

You glance at Loki. Are those Asgardian handcuffs?

Loki shakes his head. I think they're just hoping that Thor can overpower me, should I try to escape.

Kind of stupid, if you ask me. Then you get an idea. What if I try to convince Thor to take the handcuffs off you?

Loki shrugs. You can try.

Okay. You take a deep breath. Look, Thor-

Out loud, sweet.

You blush, take another deep breath, and begin again. "Thor - does Loki really need to be handcuffed? Couldn't he just break out of them anyway?"

Thor stares at you like you've gone crazy. "Lady L/N…"

Now that you're over the first hurdle, your confidence begins to grow. "Look, I don't know what he's told you, or if you've even interrogated him, but he didn't hurt me. You must believe me."

"Lady L/N, you were very badly hurt - you were unconscious - when we found you. You said yourself that your memory was hazy-"

"Well, I lied."

Thor stares at you in utter shock and disbelief.

Your heart's jumping about wildly, but you keep going. "I didn't want to say anything that would negatively impact Loki."

Now it's Loki's turn to stare at you. You did - you what? How - why…?

Taking a third deep breath, you continue. "Anything I said - the Avengers could have twisted it to make an excuse to torture him - to - oh, I don't know - double his sentence, give him a worse punishment…"

"Well-" Thor looks like he's desperately trying to collect his thoughts. "What actually happened?"

You glance nervously at Loki. Should I?

Loki nods, his face impassive. Go on.

So you tell Thor exactly what happened.

His face turns from shock, to disbelief, to something you can't quite place.

Finally, he turns to his brother. "Is this true?" he demands.

Loki nods.

Thor turns back to you. "Lady L/N - why would you keep this from us? We were trying to help you."

"But you weren't trying to help Loki. And - well…" You look helplessly at Loki.

Loki mumbles something.

"Speak up!" snaps Thor.

"She's my soulmate."

"Who?"

"Y/N. She's my soulmate. She could read my thoughts. That's why I was protecting her."

The air in the room suddenly shifts. Soulmate? What's he on about? That's why I could get into your head? Then why-

Thor grabs Loki's arm roughly enough to make him wince. "We're going. Now."

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You suddenly fling your book aside, sighing in frustration.

It's been several weeks since Loki last visited you, and the Avengers have been acting really weird. You thought they'd be angry, but they've been weirdly nice. They seem to be under the impression that you were mind-controlled by Loki, which you know is ridiculous, since neither of you had even been near the Sceptre when you first decided to help him.

You haven't really recovered from your injuries yet, but you're well enough to get out of bed, which is a relief, because now you can hide from the Avengers if they take to whispering outside your door again.

"Hello."

You jump in fright when you hear Loki's voice.

"Oh - I'm terribly sorry, darling. I didn't mean to frighten you."

It's fine.

Loki smiles. "It's alright. I already soundproofed the room. We can talk freely here."

"Okay."

Loki goes to stand with his back to the fireplace. "I expect this is all very confusing for you, all this soulmate business. I'm sorry I had to tell you under those circumstances, sweet. If things had been different…"

You nod. "It's fine."

Loki sighs. "It still doesn't excuse my giving you such a nasty shock. You ended up relapsing, I heard?"

You shake your head. "They're exaggerating. My social battery died."

Loki frowns. "Your - social battery?"

"I was tired from socialising. It takes up a lot of my energy. And I was already tired from all those injuries."

Even though he tries to hide it, you can see him visibly relax. "Well - do you have any questions for me?"

Which one to ask first? "Why can you read my thoughts, but I can't read yours?"

"I can shield my thoughts - something I actually need to teach you."

You suddenly feel a hot wave of anger hit you. Wait… is he lying to me?

"Look," you begin, rather irritably. "Why are you being so nice to me? I know there's the soulmate thing, but you - you just don't seem like the sort of guy who's just going around calling pretty girls pet names, and being super patient with them. And I'm not even that pretty. What's going on?"

Loki opens his mouth to explain, but the look on your face shuts him up before he can speak, so he just watches you with a strangely sad look on his face.

Not that it matters to you. "You realise that I nearly helped you destroy New York, that I've managed to alienate the Avengers - who were genuinely trying to help me, and that I'm now on SHIELD's blacklist? All because I was trying to protect you!"

The pain in your muscles when you stand up nearly makes you fall, but you grit your teeth against the pain, ignoring Loki's outstretched hand. "I'm done. I'm sick of trying to protect someone against people who won't listen to me, because they think I'm delusional! If you want to explain yourself to me properly - then - well - just-"

Having run out of words, you simply storm out of the room, leaving a speechless Loki behind.

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"I don't get it," you later complain to Dr Banner. "A few weeks earlier, I was trying to protect him, and now I'm storming off because I think he's lying to me?"

Banner shrugs. "You've got the wrong person. Talk to Thor."

"I know Asgardian relationships aren't your specialty-" you begin.

"Actually, I'm clueless."

"-but you're the only Avenger here who I haven't actually lied to."

"So you want me to talk to Thor."

You nod. "More or less."

"You do realise he's not mad at you?"

You shrug. "Well, maybe he isn't mad at me, but he's kind of - terrifying, to be honest."

"Who's terrifying?" asks Stark. "Oh, hey, Y/N. How's it going?"

You're more than a little weirded out by his sudden friendliness. Is it because I yelled at Loki? "Oh, uh, yeah - hi…"

"Stark, do you know where Thor is?" asks Banner.

Stark shrugs. "No idea. Probably the training room." As you turn to leave, he calls after you. "Oh, Y/N?"

You turn back. "Yeah?"

"It's Nat's birthday, so we're having a party. Do you want to come?"

In what world-? "Uh - yeah, sure."

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Your mind is racing as you go to find the training room.

What was I thinking? I can't go to a party! I don't have anything to wear! I don't even know where it is!

Fortunately, the training room's now up ahead, and you hastily stop catastrophising in favour of trying to thing what questions you're going to ask Thor.

He's just finishing up his workout as you walk in, so you stay right near the wall, just in case.

He grins when he sees you. "Oh - Lady Y/N! What brings you here?"

"I - um - I have some questions for you." Why do I sound so businesslike?

"Is this about the soulmate situation?" asks Thor.

You nod. "I just - why do you guys make such a big deal out of it? On Earth, it's usually kind of a myth. Nobody really takes the idea too seriously - well, I certainly didn't. Not until now."

Thor shrugs. "I'm afraid I don't have much experience in this. I have sent for my mother - who I think will have more knowledge of this than I, so when she arrives, you could talk to her."

You manage a small smile. "Okay. Thanks, Thor."

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This was a mistake.

You'd forgotten that Stark's parties are notoriously loud and boisterous. And that they're massive.

All of which is a very, very bad combination for you.

Fortunately, no-one's really noticed you, but the smell of alcohol is giving you a headache, the loud music is hurting your ears, and the crowd's beginning to feel suffocating - whether from actual lack of oxygen or sensory overload, you have no idea.

I have to get out before I have a meltdown.

You make your way to the exit, hoping that nobody notices you.

"Lady Y/N!"

Biting back curses, you turn around to see Thor waving at you.

"My mother has arrived! Shall I take you to her?"

You nod. Wonderful. Another social interaction.

But at least you can leave the party.

Thor's mother's face lights up when she sees you. "So, you are the Y/N that my sons have told us so much about," she says, with a smile. "It's lovely to meet you, dear. My name's Frigga."

"Uh - yeah… Nice to meet you too."

Once you're both settled, Frigga comes straight to the point. "I understand you have some questions on the soulmate situation."

You nod. "Why is it such a big deal with you guys?"

Frigga smiles. "Well, on Asgard, it's expected that you marry once you reach a certain age - what Midgardians would call your twenties, I believe. We have not the option of divorce, which means we must either find our soulmate, or make an eligible match with someone similar. Meeting your soulmate before then is very rare, and being soulmates with each other - that is even rarer."

"But how do you know if you're soulmates?"

"There are several stages. The first is being able to read each other's thoughts. Loki can read yours, I understand."

"But I can't read his. At least - he claims it's because he can shield his mind, but-"

Frigga sighs. "It is difficult to know whether my son tells the truth or not. He's always been one for mischief, and he is an excellent liar, but-" She sighs. "I have talked to him about this, and something about his manner leads me to believe that he is being truthful, but - he has deceived me before."

"What's the second stage?"

"The need to protect the other."

"Well, I certainly experienced that," you say. "And I think Loki might have?"

Frigga nods. "He did. And he still does, I believe."

"And the third stage?"

"The third stage depends on your soulmate's honesty. If your soulmate is generally dishonest, then you won't believe anything they say, even if they are telling the truth."

"Hang on." You hold up a hand. "Does that mean that my getting mad at Loki was because we're - soulmates?"

"Strange as it may seem, yes. But it won't last long. And the fourth stage is sharing your feelings with your soulmate."

"Like hyper-empathy?" you ask.

Frigga nods. "Yes, except that you feel your feelings as well as theirs."

Oh, no. You feel shivers run down your spine. "Is - is there any way to stop that from happening?"

"How do you mean?" asks Frigga.

You sigh. How to explain autism to an Asgardian? "I - I was just curious."

Frigga shakes her head. "No, you weren't. I know there's a reason."

You stare at the floor, fiddling with your hands. "Well, I - I already have hyper-empathy - it's not a special ability or anything, it's just the way my brain works - and…"

"You're worried your feelings might overwhelm you?" asks Frigga.

You nod.

Frigga smiles. "Don't worry, Y/N. The 'feeling each other's feelings' that I told you about - it's little more than just a twinge, an inkling of what the other is feeling. It's rarely overwhelming."

"And I think it's happening right now," you add.

Frigga leans forward. "What do you feel?"

"I just felt a twinge of disdain. Which I'm guessing is Loki, because he doesn't get along with Stark, and absolutely hates his parties. I guess Thor must have dragged him along."

She chuckles. "That does sound like Loki. He's never liked parties, or large gatherings of any kind. Perhaps we should go and rescue him."

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As you both enter the party, you immediately spot Thor engaged in a drinking game with Captain America.

"I ought to have brought him some Asgardian mead to make it fair," laughs Frigga.

"Captain America's got some sort of super serum in him," you explain. "I think he might last longer than average, though I think Thor's going to win."

As you scan the room, you suddenly notice Loki in the back, looking very grumpy and out of it, but his face softens slightly when he sees you and Frigga.

"Hello, Mother," he says. "Hello, Y/N."

You manage a small smile. "Hi. Um, look-"

Loki shakes his head. "Outside." He offers you his arm. "May I?"

You're surprised, but take it, while Frigga takes his other arm.

As you walk out, Loki and Frigga talk about what you're guessing is Asgardian things. It's too loud for you to really catch anything specific.

It's nice walking with Loki, even if he isn't talking to you. He's surprisingly courteous, making sure to walk you and Frigga around the clean areas on the floor.

"Mother! Loki!" bellows Thor suddenly, making you jump. "Join me!"

Frigga, laughing, lets go of Loki's arm. "I will see you later, Loki and Y/N."

Loki smiles at his mother, before frowning at Thor, and then continuing towards the exit with you.

Once you're outside, Loki turns to you. "I'm terribly sorry about my oaf brother. Are you alright?"

You nod shyly. "I'm okay."

Loki nods. "That's good."

"Your mother's so nice," you tell him. "I really like her."

Loki smiles. "I'm glad you like her."

"Oh, yeah - um, Loki, I'm really sorry about storming out on you a few days ago. I know there's the soulmate thing, but - it was wrong of me, and I'm sorry."

"It's alright," says Loki gently. "It wasn't your fault. Listen, I've been thinking. We got off to a bad start, and I'm sorry about that. I know it's too late to turn things back, but-"

He sighs. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I love you, and I do want a relationship with you. But I want a real one, not one based off - obligation."

Your heart jumps. "Are you asking me out?"

Loki nods. "If that's what Midgardians call courting, then yes."

You take a deep breath. "Okay. Yeah. I'd - I'd like that."

Then you feel a sudden warmth in your chest, a warmth that matches the smile on Loki's face.

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Part 3

As always, I do not give permission for anyone to copy my work, repost it, etc.

[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.

[rafessweetheart87]

inlove!loki x magicnoble!reader

Part 2

The truth was that Loki knew far more about Jennie Aldwyn than he probably should.

Not because he followed her.

Thor claimed he did. Repeatedly.

But Loki preferred to think of it as observation.

After eighteen years of friendship, certain things became impossible not to notice.

He knew exactly which paths she preferred through the palace gardens. The ones lined with wildflowers instead of marble statues.

He knew which windows she sat beside when she painted, chasing the best sunlight through the palace as the day passed.

He knew she absentmindedly hummed while mixing colors.

He knew she forgot meals whenever she became absorbed in a painting.

And he knew she talked to flowers.

Actual conversations.

As though they might answer.

The first time he'd overheard it, he had nearly laughed.

Now he simply accepted it as one of the many inexplicable things that made her Jennie.

Nothing surprised him anymore.

Well.

Almost nothing.

The singing had surprised him.

The memory still lived vividly in his mind.

They had been fifteen.

Loki had gone looking for her after she'd vanished from a palace celebration. It wasn't unusual. Jennie had a habit of slipping away whenever gatherings became too crowded.

Thor had been distracting half the room with some outrageous story.

Nobody else had even noticed she was gone.

Loki had.

Of course he had.

He followed one of the woodland paths behind the palace, expecting to find her painting beside the stream she liked so much.

Instead, he heard music.

Not instruments.

A voice.

Soft and clear.

The sound drifted through the trees like sunlight filtering through leaves.

Loki stopped walking.

For a moment he simply listened.

The singer couldn't see him.

Didn't know he was there.

There was something different about that realization.

Something intimate.

The voice wasn't polished or practiced.

It wasn't meant for an audience.

It was simply happiness.

Pure and effortless.

He moved quietly through the trees until he found the source.

Jennie stood barefoot beside the stream.

Her shoes sat forgotten several feet away.

Sunlight spilled through the branches above her, painting golden patterns across her dress and hair.

She sang as she wandered along the water's edge, completely unaware she had an audience.

Loki should have announced himself.

He knew that.

Instead he remained where he was.

Listening.

The moment felt fragile somehow.

Like something beautiful that might vanish if disturbed.

So he stayed hidden.

And listened until the song ended.

Afterward, he returned to the palace without saying a word.

He never told her he'd been there.

Years later, he still hadn't.

It became his secret.

Not hers.

His.

And once he'd discovered it, he began noticing it everywhere.

Sometimes he heard her singing from an open balcony while she painted.

Sometimes in the gardens.

Sometimes deep in the forests beyond the city.

Every single time, he stopped to listen.

Every single time.

Unfortunately, Thor eventually noticed.

Thor noticed everything except subtlety.

Loki had been standing in a palace corridor one afternoon, perfectly still, when Thor appeared carrying enough food for three people.

"What are we doing?"

Loki glanced at him.

"We?"

"Standing here."

"We are not standing here."

Thor looked down the corridor.

Then toward the open courtyard beyond.

A familiar voice floated through the air.

Singing.

Thor's grin widened immediately.

"Oh."

Loki groaned.

"Oh no."

"Was that Jennie?"

"No."

"It was."

"No."

"You were listening."

"I was walking."

Thor nearly choked laughing.

"You stopped walking."

"Thor."

"You stopped walking to listen to her sing."

"Thor."

Thor laughed so hard he had to lean against the wall.

Loki considered pushing him into the nearest fountain.

The idea remained tempting.

Very tempting.

Jennie never learned about any of it.

At least not then.

There were plenty of things she didn't notice.

Like the way people naturally gravitated toward her.

Or how every child in Asgard seemed determined to find her.

Or the fact that mothers trusted her almost instantly.

Loki had seen it happen countless times.

A woman carrying a baby would pass through the market.

Jennie would smile.

The baby would smile back.

And somehow, within moments, she would be holding the child while talking happily with the mother as though they'd known one another for years.

It happened so often it had become almost predictable.

The strange thing was that babies adored her.

Not tolerated.

Not liked.

Adored.

Loki watched it constantly.

One afternoon in the palace gardens, a baby with a determined grip had wrapped both hands into Jennie's hair and refused to let go.

Jennie sat in the grass laughing while the child's exhausted mother apologized repeatedly.

"It's quite all right," Jennie assured her.

The baby giggled.

Then tugged harder.

Loki stood nearby with his arms crossed.

Watching.

The mother laughed.

"I think she's chosen you."

Jennie beamed.

"I would be honored."

The baby squealed happily.

Loki felt something dangerous happen inside his chest.

Because she looked so completely herself in moments like these.

No expectations.

No responsibilities.

No noble titles.

Just joy.

Pure and uncomplicated.

The sort of joy that made everyone around her smile too.

Even him.

Though he would never admit it.

What fascinated him most, however, was something else.

The babies always calmed around her.

Always.

The crying ones stopped crying.

The shy ones reached for her.

The frightened ones settled instantly against her shoulder.

Animals trusted her.

Children trusted her.

Birds landed near her without fear.

Flowers seemed brighter wherever she lingered.

And every now and then, Loki caught glimpses of things he couldn't explain.

A flicker of golden light.

A flower blooming out of season.

A warmth gathering in the air around her.

Small things.

Impossible things.

Enough to make him wonder.

Never enough to make him ask.

Because whatever secret Jennie carried belonged to her.

And if she ever decided to tell him, he would listen.

If she never did, he would stay anyway.

The powers were not why he watched her.

Not why he listened for her voice.

Not why he knew her favorite places and her favorite flowers and exactly how many paint stains covered her hands on any given day.

Those things were simply pieces of her.

Beautiful pieces.

But they were not the reason.

The reason was much simpler.

She was Jennie.

The girl with paint on her fingers.

Leaves tangled in her hair.

A song always waiting on her lips.

And a baby in her arms whenever she could manage it.

To everyone else, she might have seemed ordinary.

To Loki, she felt like magic.