#touch starved loki

[tessatales]

Touch Starved Series: ✨Dr Strange ✨

Dr Strange x F!reader

Warnings: None really.

Theme: Touch starved (duh), moody Dr Strange, sweet, straight to the point.

A/N: Hey! I feel the creative juices flowing today so lt’s get some fics done!

*Your POV*

There was something wrong with Dr Strange. You know it to be fact for several reasons; the main one being he’s being down right Grumpy with everyone. You've watched from your seat in the corner as Cape has ushered everyone out of the room from their place behind him after only a few moments of speaking. With Strange’s own answers coming out short and not at all sweet as he dismisses every concern and jumps to snap at their ‘idiocy’. You were sure you could almost see the emotions rippling off his magic as he hovered crosslegged in the middle of the room.

‘Enough, go away before I get really frustrated with you’ Strange said as he (and cape) ushered yet another client away. You'd had enough. With a deep sign, you uncurled yourself from your seat and stretched, using the movement as an excuse to sigh loudly. Dr Strange glared.

‘If my council here is so boring to you, you could go back to the Avengers tower. I don't need you here today’ Strange grumbled, rubbing his hands together before summoning the list of clients. 

‘Someone's grumpy today’ You reply, wondering the room slowly as he inspected the list in front of him. the list abruptly disappeared as he stared at you. 

‘Grumpy? I’m not grumpy. Who said I was Grumpy’ Strange said, frowning.

‘You did, plus Cape is shooing everyone away behind your back’ you reply as you come up behind him; his Cape poking you in response to your comment.

‘Ouch! see? You're both grumpy!’ You reply, rubbing your side as you came to a stop beside Strange. 

‘They are their own cape. They can do what they want’ strange replies, conjuring up the list once again. 

Plucking it out of the air, you roll the list up neatly before placing it in your back pocket. 

‘Hand’ you say, placing yours face up beside Strange. he stared. 

‘Stephen Strange give me your hand or I will make you’ You say again, your voice strong. Steven snorted, realising himself into a standing position with a smirk.

‘Like you could make me’ strange said as he placed his hand into yours. An uncertain look on his face as he did.

*Dr Strange POV*

Strange snorted again as Y/N stuck her tongue out, turned his hand so it was face up as she did. He became acutely aware of his scarring as it was pressed into Y/N’s soft palm. Strange didn't think of his hands as broken anymore, not when they could do so much more than they used to, but the scaring still brought back a twang of anger; one Strange was always eager to beat back.

With a gentleness Strange could never understand, Y/N began to trance patterns into his open palm. 

Strange snatched his hand away quickly- the soft sensation causing an almost painful response in him. Y/N looked up, shocked.

‘Sorry. I don’t know what came over me’ Strange said before placing his hand back into Y/N’s. Closing his eyes, Strange allowed himself a moment to relax, focusing on nothing but the delicate string of patterns being drawn on his palm. Instead of focusing on the overwhelming sensation, Strange focused on the movement, seeing each stroke as the intricate bindings of a new spell.

After what felt like only a moment, Y/N stopped, her hand disappearing from his palm to reappear on his shoulder.

‘Stephen?’ Y/N said, confusion laced in her voice. Opening his eyes, he was confused to see concern on her face.

‘Your crying’ Y/N announced, her hand still gripping his scarred hand as she pointed. Strange wiped his free hand across his face; realising as he did that it was indeed wet with tears.

‘It seems I am’ Strange replied, batting Cape away as they tried to wipe his face further.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Y/N said, moving to take a step away. Strange shook his head, quickly gripping her hand to keep her from leaving.

‘No! Of course not’ Stephen said, scratching at the back of his head in thought.

‘You just made me realise just how much I’ve been taking on since becoming’ Strange gestures around the room

‘All of this’ He finish’s with a sigh.

‘I’ve been pushing myself to the point of frustration. And you drawing on my hand made me realise I don’t even remember the last time someone actually touched me. I guess it overwhelmed me a bit’ Strange confessed.

‘Well. Ill make a deal with you’ Y/N said. Strange became immediately wary.

‘I’ll make sure you get the social touch. Hugs, high fives, this’ she gestured to their clasped hands.

‘If you try to keep yourself from getting to swamped’ she finished, a small smile playing on her lips.

‘And maybe ask Cape if they’ll let me try them on’ she added, her smile almost impish. Strange chuckled softly.

‘I’ll take your deal. But I have no promises on Cape agreeing’ He replied, returning her smile.

Strange had hundreds of clients asking for help, fighting for deals in exchange for his power. But he was pretty sure this was the best deal he’d ever made.

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Lost and Found - a Sylki Story

On a lighter note than recent ones, this one's for @sheherlocked I'M SORRY IT'S GARBAGE THO LOL I WROTE IT IN 2-ish HOURS. Sylvie had long since lost the ability to be surprised. Sleeping with one eye open for as long as she had, constantly needing to look over her shoulder, to be prepared to run at a moment's notice, it was all standard practice for Sylvie.

And then there was Loki…

The fool demigod managed to shake her to the core with something so simple as a tilt of his beautiful face, a shimmer of magic across his body.

She had been following him for weeks, not wanting him to find her. No, that was the lie she told herself. The real reason was the fact that she was terrified to reach for him. Every time she would get close, desperate to touch him, something in her brain would not let her. However, she did not want to lose track of him, so she followed, like a tigress stalking her prey.

She had been steeling her nerves the past few days, finally finding it ridiculous that this had gone on for so long. She was going to go talk to him. She had to. It was the only way to find out why he had spent so long searching for her. She had watched him interrogate, search, interrogate some more in order to find her. He had described her as a “beautiful blonde woman in black and green.” having no more to go on than that, because common people wouldn’t understand much else about their crazy journey they’d been on.

She had felt bad, watching him fall to his knees and weep, far away from the world where no one else could see him, or so he thought. She wanted to reach out and hold him, to tell him he would never be alone again, but why should she? He was supposed to be by her side until the end, to stand with her when her life’s mission was complete. And yet, when the time came, he chose rational thought and logic instead. Why was she even following him? Why, when He Who Remained lay dead at her feet, was he the only face in her mind? Somehow, hearing his cries, watching his shoulders heave as he let his fist collide with a nearby tree trunk, she found it hard to be upset about all the rest.

Eventually, she managed to lose track of him. She had drifted off to sleep unexpectedly, and he was gone when she woke up. What followed was a search that took her days. Days of tracking his footprints and asking around for a beautiful man with black hair in an old, collared shirt that desperately needed tailoring. She eventually found him again, sitting on a rock by a river, someone else next to him.

A woman with long blonde hair and dressed all in blue, sat near him. She looked older, with much wisdom on her face as she ran her hand along Loki’s back.

“My darling, do not lose hope.” The woman muttered. “You will find her. I know this because I’ve never known you to give up when you want something. I was there the night you ate all those freshly baked biscuits. Do you remember?”

His mother. Sylvie had never met Frigga, and she barely remembered her own mother. She crouched behind the nearby foliage, listening to Frigga’s words and looking every inch like the lost child she truly was. She watched Loki lean against the woman, who put her arms around him and held him tight as he began crying again. Sylvie could already tell when Loki was crying without even seeing his face, his stuffy nose a dead giveaway.

“Mother, I’m so tired of being alone.”

“You’re never truly alone. Surely you know that. I am always with you, sweet boy.”

Loki’s cries intensified as a clarifying thought tore through Sylvie’s mind, almost knocking her over. Loki’s mother was long since…. “Loki... what are you doing…?” Sylvie stepped out into the clearing, scaring at least three centuries out of the God of Mischief as he frantically waved the illusion of his mother away, stumbling in the process and falling straight into the river.

Oh. Oh shit.

Sylvie didn’t even realize what she had done. She had no plan for this. She had let her heart get in the way and now she had revealed herself. She had no choice but to move forward now.

“S-...Sylvie?!” Loki exclaimed, his voice cracked from crying and landing in cold water. He hauled himself out of the river, stumbling toward her as she walked up to meet him. “Surely I’ve gone mad. It can’t be.” He reached out a hand as if to touch her arm, but retracted it immediately.

“Hi. Sorry. About that I mean.” She gestured to his soaked clothing. He shook his head, and a green shimmer ran the length of his body, drying him instantly.

“Sylvie. I’ve been… I mean, I thought I’d... You okay?”

“I should be asking you!” She was suddenly irritated by the fact that he continued to put her first. “Your mum is dead, Loki, yet I saw her sitting by you. What’s that about?”

Loki didn’t have words for quite some time. Sylvie watched his face flush, and his eyes water. However, no tears fell this time.

“She was always the one to comfort me when I was upset. No one else has tried since.” Loki spat his words out with more bitterness than he intended. Sylvie did not deserve to bear the resentment he’d carried for centuries.

And it damn well broke her heart…

All of a sudden, she rushed for him, throwing her arms around his waist and squeezing as tight as she could. She couldn’t find words. There were none to be had in this moment. All that mattered was how warm and firm his body was under her arms, and how equally firm his arms were when they came to rest on her shoulders. It took him a moment to wrap them around her, but she felt him melt against her when they did. Somehow, they didn’t need words. In this moment, the chaos of two hearts racing against one another was enough.

Loki sunk to his knees, taking her with him, holding her like she was going to fade away. Like she herself was an illusion he had unknowingly conjured to comfort his aching soul. She felt real though, as she clung to him, so he had to believe she was.

“I’ve been searching for you.” He finally spoke, his voice small and fragile.

“I know. I’ve been following you.” He snapped his head up at that, searching her face and smirking. Of course she was two steps ahead of him. She always had been. “I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I didn’t know what to say.”

Sylvie slowly removed her glove, running her bare hand along Loki’s face. She took note of the way the breath hitched in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut.

“How long has it been since someone held you like this?” Curiously, she removed her other glove, cupping his face in her hands and drawing her thumbs all over his soft skin. He was beautiful, and there had never been any question about it, but to see him like this, mouth open, eyes shut, it was otherworldly. His head rolled from side to side, unsure of which way to lean in order to maximize the feeling of her skin on his. His breaths had grown more shallow, and he was quietly panting against her as she held him. “Years? Centuries?”

“A bit of bo-” His words died on his tongue as she pressed her lips to his throat, her hands tangling in his hair. “Oh, don’t stop…” His words were almost a moan as she continued. It was just as bad for her. She had had several flings in the past, merely to keep herself going, but she had made it abundantly clear that nothing was ever real. Not until she met Loki…

Sylvie squeaked as she felt herself lifted and flipped over, a large weight suddenly on top of her. Her senses were scrambled by the feeling, the scent of citrus and spice, and a pair of warm lips suddenly devouring her own. Her mind was addled with the feel of him against her, and she lost all ability to perceive the world around her as she kissed him like her life depended on it.

Eventually, someone would stumble upon them, kissing in varied stages of undress. The story of an entangled couple who disappeared in a flash of green light was one that would echo through the town, sending search parties into that very woods for a short period of time until the next place they had been spotted cropped up on the internet. Chaos always suited them better, anyway...

[tessatales]

Touch Starved Series: ✨Loki✨

Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: none, unless you count alcohol use?

Theme: A bit of angst, touch starved Loki, Loki being SadBoi, Y/N helping, (emotional!)hurt/comfort

*Your POV*

Since arriving at the Avengers Tower, You could compare Loki’s transition into the team like a rescue cat getting used to their surroundings. At first, he never left his room, only venturing out late at night for food and a walk when he was sure everyone was asleep. Then, he began to venture out during the day, never staying long enough to start a conversation with anyone; and at one point actually hissing at Tony when he attempted to talk.

He was now within the third stage of acclamation in which Loki had begun to sit in the corner of the room and watch the team. Although a little unnerving, You were relieved to see the god of mischief outside of his rooms.

You watched as Loki stared out the window, his expression blank as he refused to acknowledge anyone in the sitting area as they began to file in.

‘Will you be joining us Brother?’ Thor’s deep voice boomed as he entered the room. Loki glared.

‘Join you in what, oh mighty Thor?’ Loki replied, his voice like black satin. Thor smiled, wandering through the open plan kitchen as he spoke.

‘It’s games night Loki! A grand evening in which we play Midguarian games and drink far to much’ Thor said excitedly, retrieving a beer from the cooler as in emphasise. Loki snorted.

‘As much fun as that sounds brother, I think I’ll politely decline’ Loki said, bowing his head in mock sincerity. You shrugged.

‘Looks like we’re playing uneven teams’ You chime in, taking a sip of your drink as you look at the raven haired god. Loki almost growled.

‘Fine, I will play once to fix the odd number, then you’ll have to figure it out for yourself.’ Loki grumbled, rising to his full hight before stalking over to stand beside you. You try your best to hide your smirk as you, Loki and Thor make your way over to the rest of the team.

‘Loki, joining us I see! Very good. Y/N is a sore loser sometimes, so having a teammate may help her odds’ Clint says with an evil grin. You glare at him as you drain the last of your drink.

‘Fighting talk for the guy who ended up streaking as forfeit last time’ You reply, your grin widening as Clints face contorts with embarrassment.

‘As much fun as all of this conversation is, could we please get on with this game of yours? It’s just a have a book calling my name and I’d hate to be late’ Loki drawls, his expression dripping with sarcasm.

‘I agree with Mischief, let’s play beer pong!’ Tony quips, ignoring the glare he received from Loki at his nickname for him.

‘Beer pong?’ Loki says, his brow thick with confusion. You smile.

‘Yeah, so the rules are you have to bounce the ball into a cup on the other side of the table. If you get it in, the person you’re playing against has to drink what’s inside the cup and the same for if someone gets the ball in on your side. But don’t worry, I’ll take your drinks if you don’t want them’ You reply smiling at the god as he processed the rules. After a moment, he nods.

‘Alright, let’s get this over with them’ Loki said with a slight grimace

*Loki POV*

This game was annoyingly enjoyable. With each successful land of the small white ball into the red cup- the avengers would erupt into a chorus of cheering or booing (depending on the team) Being split into two groups, then paired off with Y/N for later in the game; Loki tried to feel angry at being tricked into playing longer to keep the pairs even, however his silent enjoyment of the game had overpowered every other feeling.

True to her word, Y/N had drank the contents of every cup designated for him, but thanks to the other players seemingly awful aim, the extra alcohol was minimal, her cheeks just beginning to show the hues of pink as she watched the other team play.

During the final rounds (which consisted of whichever pairs were left standing) Loki took to drinking his forfeits, attempting to join in on the collective merriment.

Loki had the final throw, his aim to get the ball into Tony’s final cup unwavering. Taking a steady breath, Loki took his shot, grinning with glee as he heard the ball land into the drink. The cheers that came from the half asleep team only partially drowned out Tony’s slurred accusation of using magic to cheat- however every sound went dead in Loki’s ears as he felt Y/N wrap her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tipsy hug. Loki froze, his hand up at his sides in sudden surrender from the shock of the contact. His mind barely aware of Y/N’s shouts of ‘we won!’ as she held him close.

Loki’s fight or flight was broken, instead of pushing the girl away, his arms betrayed him as he slowly circled them around Y/N’s waist, holding her there, the second lot of contact feeling just as divine as her arms around his neck felt. Before he even had time to process, the experience was over, and the cold air that hit Loki as Y/N moved away to taunt Tony felt like ice.

With a cough Loki made his excuses to leave, turning quickly on his heels and sweeping quietly out of the room. His speed never faltering until he was safely back in his rooms. Was it the alcohol? No, it couldn’t be, he’d barely had any…

Loki stared at nothing, his mind a blank as he continued to process the absent feeling he had in his chest. He didn’t understand. Loki knew he’d always felt like something was missing, multiple something actually, but he’s never felt so sure of what one of those things was until now. Touch. He was missing physical touch.

Loki thought back to his life on Asguard. Racking his brain for instances in which he was hugged, or even touched with intention to comfort. Yes, his mother would reach for him, but rarely did her hand ever actually connect with his face, or his shoulder. And though he had maids, he’d turned to magic to dress himself early on after finding the maids hands felt like burning upon his skin when they accidentally touched.

The small sound of water dropping onto the hardwood floor alerted Loki to the fact he was crying, his body betraying the grief he seemed to feel for himself.

‘Loki?’ A soft voice came from the closed door, causing Loki to rub furiously at his face before turning to the shut door behind him.

‘Yes?’ Loki said, his hand on the door handle never moving as he spoke. He listened as feet shuffled outside his door.

‘It’s Y/N. Did I upset you? You left really fast and Wanda said you looked like you’d seen a ghost…’ Y/N said, her words trailing off. Loki cracked open the door.

‘Y/N…’ Loki said, his voice rough as he peered through the slim gap in the door. Y/N frowned.

‘Loki… are you upset about something?’ Y/N asked, her voice filled with concern. Loki laughed bitterly.

‘I wasn’t, however I seemed to have realised something rather tragic about myself, so now if you’ll excuse me, I have some self loathing to do’ Loki said, trying his best to put as much strength into his voice as possible. Y/N pushed her foot into the door, jamming it open.

‘Loki, let me in please. You’re worrying me’ Y/N said, her face pleading. With a grunt Loki gave in, releasing the door and letting it swing open as he made his way to his bed.

Y/N shut the door quietly behind her. Her nervousness almost audible as she stood awkwardly by the door.

‘What’s wrong Loki? Did Tony offend you? Because honestly he’s all talk on a good day so you definitely shouldn’t listen to him when he’s dru-’

‘No Y/N, it has nothing to do with Stark and his ramblings’ Loki said, interrupting Y/N mid sentence. He paced the length of his bed almost frantically as he waited out this awkward interaction.

‘Then what is it Loki?’ Y/N asked again, her concern so evident in her voice Loki couldn’t take it anymore.

‘You hugged me Y/N! Are you happy now? You hugged me completely without prompt or ulterior motive and it made me realised just how unwanted I am.’ Loki booms, his voice loud but not shouting.

Y/N stared.

‘You hugged me, and it made me feel like one of the holes in my chest had been filled. And when you pulled away…’ Loki took a breath.

“ It felt like I’d drowned in ice water. Your casual affection for winning a ridiculous game made me realise that I’ve never been touched unless I’ve initiated it first. So I’m sorry if the realisation made me want some time to myself Y/N’ Loki finished, sinking onto the end of his bed with a sigh; his head landing in his hands with a heavy sound.

Soft footsteps began after a moment, the gentle padding of small feet becoming louder as Y/N approached the bed. Loki felt the bed sink as Y/N got up and disappeared behind Loki.

‘I’m not sure how my outburst could be seen as an invitation to stay Y/N but-’ Loki began, lifting his head to looked at the young avenger. Before he had chance to turn around, small hands appears in Loki’s periphery as they lightly tugged on the gods shoulders.

‘Lie back Loki’ Y/N said, her voice soft.

‘I’d really rather be left alone Y/N’ Loki replied.

‘Just trust me a minute, please’ Y/N replied, her hands tugging on Loki’s shoulders once again. With a defeated groan, Loki succumbed; falling back until he was staring up a Y/N. Loki tried his best to act natural as he shifted his head, acknowledging more and more that he was in fact laying on Y/N’s legs.

‘What are you trying to achieve Y/N?’ Loki asked, looking up at her face with an unsure expression.

‘Loki. What you’re describing is what we on Midguard call being touch starved. It’s where you’re body craves the touch of another person’ Y/N replied, looking around the bed as she tried to get comfortable.

‘I don’t understand’ Loki replied, frowning.

‘You want human interaction Loki, so I’m going to give it to you. Even the god of mischief needs to feel physical touch sometimes.’ Y/N said, grabbing the book off Loki’s nightstand as quickly as possible as not to disturb Loki’s head.

‘What do we do now?’ Loki asked, his voice awkward.

‘We’ll, I’m going to sit here and read, aloud or in silence is up to you, while you stay where you are and hopefully acclimatise to this level of touch. Because I’m sorry to say Loki, the only cure to touch starvation is to well, be touched’ Y/N said simply, opening the book and beginning to read.

*Your POV*

Loki let you read in silence, his eyes staring up at the back of the book as you read. The god of mischief felt as stiff as he had when you’d asked him to lay back, his head never moving as he seemed to calculate his every breath. In an attempt to calm the god, you rearranged yourself, propping the book you’d taken from his nightstand on a nearby pillow as you used your now spare hand to lightly stroke Loki’s hair. Loki seemed to freeze even further from this touch, but you continued anyway, hoping Loki would begin to get used to the ideas of someone wanting to touch him.

After a while, Loki’s breathing began to even out, his every muscle relaxing as he seemed to give into his subconscious desire. You only realised he was asleep when he rolled over, his long body curling itself closer to yours. Closing the book, you stared down at the sleeping god in your lap, marvelling at the look of peace on his face.

You were unsure of what to do moving forward with the god of mischief; but you knew one thing for certain. He needed someone to be there for him, someone who will seek out his affection rather than shy away. And you were happy to be there for him, one touch at a time.

A/N: Hey! This is my first fic in the touch starved series and I hope you guys enjoyed it! This can be read as ether the beginning of something romantic or platonic- that’s completely up to you!

See you guys in the next fic ❤️