summary: loki doesnât like bees, but he can deal with them if it means he gets to spend time with you.Â
warnings: umm bees? i think thatâs it lol
authorâs note: okay iâve been gone for like more than 6 months and iâm SORRY đ i missed writing and you guys so much, a lot has happened but iâm hoping to be back! please enjoy this lil drabble that is very unedited and very short but give me requests please lol okay byyee--steph
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If there was anything that Loki hated, it was bees. Since his arrival to Midgard, heâd spent more than half of his time reading about the little creatures and how to extinguish them from the face of the planet, book after book piling up in the corner of his room. He often put on documentaries about them before going to bed, watching how theyâd pollinate whatever honey-filled flower crossed their diligent path. The concept of them dying immediately after stinging something made Loki laugh, and when someone asked him what the cause of his small, intermittent giggles was, heâd simply pinch them in an odd attempt to replicate a sting and walk away.Â
However, Lokiâs dislike for bees surpassed the humor they brought him, and now sitting in a park surrounded by endless amounts of hives elevated his nerves.Â
âI donât understand why you focus so much on them. If you donât bother them, they wonât bother you.â
âThey trouble me regardless of my efforts to stay away from them, itâs annoying,â Loki snapped. Across from him, you continued to arrange a plate of assorted fruits and cookies with a roll of your eyes and a sly smile. In silence, Loki watched you move a strawberry to match one of the pink biscuits on the side of the dish, and replace a few blueberries with grapes. He found your dedicated patience to the aesthetic of the picnic to be almost as hilarious as the aftermath of a bee sting, but, of course, he had more affection for one than he would ever care to admit.Â
âDo you think this looks nice?â you asked him, holding up the organized tray.Â
âYes, it looks very pretty, now may I eat it?â Loki taunted.
âWell, you have to say please first.â Loki feigned annoyance, having come to terms a long time ago that he could never truly be annoyed when in your presence, and muttered an obedient âplease.âÂ
The both of you ate and discussed a few novels you had been reading for school. Like always, he gave you his input on the book itself, another on your theories and how they were inherently wrong and misinformed. You opted to just listen to his teasing whenever he got like this, now understanding he did it out of love rather than general disapproval. Lokiâs voice could put the most exhilarated lunatic to sleep, and with the warmness of the summer sun against your face and a full stomach, you were falling victim to it.Â
âDoes my insight bore you so much that youâre falling asleep at noon?â
Rocking with the breeze and with half-closed eyes, you answered calmly, âI just really like your voice.âÂ
Such a trifling statement caused a grown man, foreign to your home planet, to lose his sense of thought. Loki stayed silent, unsure of how he could possibly recover from that and not make a fool of himself in responding. More than a few seconds passed, sufficiently enough to where you nearly forgot he was still there, sitting right across from you. You truly loved moments like these, where you could say the most trivial things to Loki and make the most eloquent man stumble on his words.Â
âWould you like me to read to you?â Loki inquired, voice low and whisper-like. You hummed.Â
The rest of the time at Central Park was spent with Loki reading almost half of Wuthering Heights--one of his favorite classics-- and taking small breaks to talk about themes and drinking lemonade.Â
Picnics in the park werenât necessarily Lokiâs thing, but they were yours. If it meant more of you, he could deal with a couple of bees.
summary: immediately after the events of chapter 12, the child has a messy coat and din struggles with the revelation of his enemyâs survival. the stress drives him to need what he never asks for: affection.
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Summary: Wanda convinces you to join a spur-of-the-moment pajama party and you, despite your misgivings, go. But so does Loki.
Warnings/Notes: This is a very very early request. Before I started posting these stories, or around the first few posts, I reblogged a âNon-Sexual Forms of Intimacyâ meme and I think someone (an anonymous user? I didnât write down a username, sorry) requested âseeing each other dressed-down/in pajamas for the first time.â This one leans heavily on the 2012 Stark Tower Happy Family kinds of tropes buuuut I like it. Itâs definitely more in-your-head than outright cuddly, though.
In the Dark
It was, all things considered, maybe one of your silliest hangups. Especially here in the Tower. The others walked around in their pajamas without a single problem. Those who wore pajamas, anyway. You got the sense that Tony always slept either in his clothes from the day before or possibly naked. But others wore their pajamas into the kitchen in the mornings, and no one seemed to have a problem with it.
