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when they have emotional damage and dark hair,,,

“Loki’s chasing power. But the reason he’s chasing power is because, really, he’s chasing self-esteem. Anyone— I think anyone who feels powerful has no need to reach for it. Those in the world who feel they aren’t powerful, they seem to have no self-love, no self-esteem, are constantly trying to get the power.” — Tom Hiddleston

DAY 2: FAVOURITE ROLE

↳ Loki ⋆ Thor: The Dark World (2013)

“WHY SHOULD I APOLOGIZE FOR THE MONSTER I HAVE BECOME? NO ONE EVER APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING ME THIS WAY.”

“Loki grew up in a palace, and he’s very balletic, the way he fights. It’s very graceful and very beautiful. Loki has this matador style of fighting, where everything is about a kind of elegance and a kind of showmanship. We’re actually trying to build on everything I’ve done, but make it even more graceful, I suppose. If I can.” LOKI’S FIGHTING

Am I the only one that doesn’t think Loki is narcissistic? I think he craves atttention because he doesn’t have enough. He feels neglected and tries to make things about himself to attract attention. In the scene where Loki explains his theory to Mobius, he looks like an excited puppy. He is so excited for the possibility that maybe for once he’s right. That behaviour is something that is very common in neglected children. Sif says to Loki that he is alone and always will be alone. His whole life he had no real friends and the only person that ever believed in him was Frigga. He was always overlooked and lived in the shadows of Thor’s greatness. Loki said that he hurts people as a part of the illusion for a desperate attempt at having the control that he has never had. A narcissist would never be able to admit this and would not even believe it. Narcissism by definition is the pursuit of gratification from vanity or egotistic admiration of one's idealised self-image and attributes. We know that this is not Loki because from what we’ve seen throughout the mcu is that he does not think of himself as amazing. He is self-critical and insecure. Throughout his lifetime, he has been told over and over again that he is not enough and I think that he may say “I am a god” and “I am burdened with glorious purpose” to convince himself and others that he is great. Loki is not narcissistic, he hides his insecurities behind a shield that resembles narcissism.

Edit: I realize now that this post is a bit ableist and I’m really sorry if I offended anyone. I didn’t realize it was ableist when I posted it.

Listen, i don't have a knife kink

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And my heart went oops-

When Loki (2021) said "No one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is ever truly good." and when Loki (2021) said cruelty is born of weakness and when Loki (2021) said "Those you underestimate will devour you." and when Loki (2021) said "it’s real because I believe it’s real." and when Loki (2021) said "There’s only one person you can trust- Yourself." and when Loki (2021) said "Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it" and when Loki (2021) said

vilf (villain I'd like to fuck)

not sure if you could do this but could you write headcaons or just a list of things that loki finds attractive about his y/n

Ok had to do this one right away

Things Loki finds attractive

He likes how you think his magic is amazing no matter what he does

He likes it when you lead the way

He likes it when you teach him new things

When you still look at him and only him even in a room full of people

He loves how proud you look when you introduce him as your lover

When you try to get his attention all the time

When you kiss him good luck before any mission

He loves how you take care of him when he shifts into tiny beings

When you caress his face gently

Your scent, your natural scent when you just woke up and he can’t just get enough of it

He likes that you care for his opinion

When you play with his necktie

When you play with jewelry/accessories he gift you because it means you’re thinking about him

When you let yourself be vulnerable with him, completely trust and relay on him

When you call him beautiful or breath taking and actually mean it

When you look him in the eyes with those soft soft looks that make him weak

Your giggles at his jokes or sarcasm

When you latch onto him if something frighten you or call for his help {he likes to be the hero}

The way you take his teasing but easily can shut him down with praise and kisses

Loki Laufeyson Headcanons

SUMMARY.  ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- shopping new outfits for new year’s with the god of mischief [shopping edition]

PAIRING. loki x gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 0.568k

THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff, implied smut

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i feel like he’s that type of boyfriend who would have his arm draped across your shoulder whenever you’re outdoors just to make it clear to every mortal that you belong to him

he’d even pull you closer to him with his hand on your waist mid conversation just to give you a smooch on your forehead or hair

on rare occasions, he’d even whisper all of the dirty things he’d do to you whilst taking in your scent

public displays of affection 10000/10 (unless you’re uncomfortable with it, and if so please skip this part)

expect him to hold your hands and warm them up with his magic every now and then due to the icy temperature in shopping malls

you’d even keep your hands in the pockets of his sweater

best fashion advisor ever, his taste in fashion is another level i swear-

though, he’s super picky with fashion designs which is literally why it takes HOURS to get a simple outfit

definitely picking green for every outfit of yours since he despises every other colour, excluding gold and black

and i mean he’s just so desperate to see you in his colour (it gives him butterflies)

loki: THIS ONE. *shows you the outfit he picked you enthusiastically* y/n: *rolls eyes* seriously, loki?? GREEN??? AGAIN.

of course, you’d still try it on just for him

y/n, trying out one of the clothing store’s branded outfits: *spins* how do i look? loki: *shakes his head in dissatisfaction and steps further* if they were to make a few changes on these designs here… *switches the designs according to his liking with his magic*  y/n, dumbstruck: *notices the sales attendant approaching*  loki, just finished reforming the outfit: … voila! y/n: GET IN HERE. *pulls him into the changing room and locks the door* 

he’d be admiring and praising non-stop about how perfect you look in the ameliorated outfit

meanwhile, you’d be nagging him to swap the designs back to it’s original ones and colour in instant before the sales attendant notices

y/n: *whisper-yells* CHANGE IT BACK LOKI loki: mhm, fine. You’ll have them off by the end of the day anyways. y/n: … *blushing mess* loki: but only under one condition… *bends a little and leans forward* give me a kiss. y/n: LOKI I SWEAR- ugh. *kisses him very quickly either on the cheeks or lips*

there were a couple of times when the sales attendant would be knocking on the door and be like, “Sir? Madam?? Each fitting room is available for only one person.”

and how would picking outfits for loki be like? Well, he obviously doesn’t need fashion advice but he loves having you pick his outfits for him

he just enjoys those moments when you’d carefully arrange his collar, his tie or his outfit in general

he’d purposely leave a few buttons undone too just to have you to button them for him

loki, holding numerous tote bags filled with various purchased items: love, it would really be easier if you’ll just allow me to magic myself one more pair of hands- y/n: LOKI WE’RE IN PUBLIC

okay but hear me out, loki would certainly have his palm on your back every time you use the escalators ESPECIALLY if you suffer from acrophobia, escalaphobia, etc.

he just wants you to feel safe and remember that he’s here to protect you from all sorts of harm

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what it's like to sleep with...loki 🛏

On another episode of what's it like to sleep with... I bring you all Loki. Remember you can send in asks or comment requesting who you want to see next! If it's not MCU related I'll have to of course know the character bc otherwise i do not know their personality but they are certainly not off the table!!

Since the god doesn't require many hours of sleep, it should be practically what it's like to sleep with...you.

You know how you're supposed to stay still when a cat lays on you? It's practically law, you cannot move until the cat decides to leave. Well that's how Loki is when you fall asleep on him.

Whatever duties or plans he had, cancelled. He must not move a single limb until you get off and that could be ten minutes, six hours or more.

You were a heavy sleeper wether asgardian or human. You tangled over his entire body, arms over his torso, hands on his chest, legs wrapped with his, or hist a whole entire body pillow on top.

The first time you fell asleep on him, he didn't know how to react. He looked down at you and was ready to ask what the hell you were doing due to not being used to people....i guess....liking him. Often times people were scared of him or hated him so you actually not just liking being around him but being this close? Loki most certainly treasured that.

Not a single noise could be made while you were asleep. If Thor walked past being loud as per usual or any other person, Loki immediately shushed them or used a casting spell to get them to shut up. He stared at Thor with a threatening look on his eyes and his brother walked out on his tiptoes.

In the case that you were a light sleeper, Loki played a white noise in your ears. Wether it be the ocean or any other sort. In this case Loki knew he had to be extra more careful to not wake you under ANY circumstance.

He built up the courage to start petting your hair. At first he was wary since you moved in your sleep that he was bothering you so he froze. "keep doing that" you mumbled and moved your head on his chest. Loki smiled and his chest let go of the worried breath he was holding in before continuing to trace his fingers through your hair.

You have your tricks as well to help him sleep. Especially when nights are hard and he seems to be tormented by thoughts. Laying on top of a couple of pillows in bed or against the walls of the library in the castle with his head on your lap, you trace his hair, his curls in between your long fingers.

Sometimes a good book can be of good use and with a soft voice your words put him to sleep. You smile to yourself and continue to read out loud despite him being profoundly asleep between your arms.

"Come to bed Loki" you pout when he's been busy all day. His throne duties seem to go off schedule sometimes and sleep is not the biggest of his concerns but he knows some nights he needs to rest. He easily gives in and shoos the guards so he can get in bed alongside you.

If you're a night kicker, meaning you move a lot in bed. LIKE A LOT. Loki will either cast a spell for you to stay still or hold on whatever limb before it lands on him.

One night he woke up on the floor. He was completely confused as how he landed on the ground when just a few minutes before the two of you were cuddling lovingly. When he got up from the floor he understood you had taken over the entirety of the king sized mattress.

It was fine the first time. You were actually quite embarrassed but Loki reassured it was fine.

Until it was not. This was the 50th time on a row he landed on the floor with no previous warning.

"My darling, move over" he whispers. "Psst, my dear, it's still my bed may I remind you" "Mmnn but you never sleep on it" you mumble in your sleep. The god held your body carefully and pushed you to your side of the bed and lied back on his side.

From that night forward he casted a spell so you would remain still, or at least move in your portion of the bed.

Just alike you're a cat he most absolutely is one as well. perhaps the reason your relationship took off.

If he falls asleep on you, you cannot move until he's off your lap. It's a law.

A/N : I will be honest i went off the rails and based off a personal dream but hey, this is how i see him?? and he;s still a sleepless 3 hours a year fucker so kjfnfkjgn but about reader personally 😂 i tried though to write for all sorts of sleepers.

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when they have emotional damage and dark hair,,,

could you please hc for looking realizing he in love and all those new emotions and silly things, you know just something that makes my heart bound

Loki and falling in love

He doesn’t think it’s love at first but rather just a friendship because that’s how far he lets his relationships be

Then he notices the changes, how his eyes follow you whenever you’re moving around in the same room

Your little touches when you pull him somewhere or just brush a strand of hair out of his face

They lingered more and he finds himself thinking about your soft skin touching his face and hands

His body heating up whenever you hug him or hold his hand in occasions

He then comes to the conclusion that it might just be lust and nothing but how wrong he was

His heart burned for you when you laughed and gave your full attention to others

The bounding of his heartbeat kept loud in his eardrums whenever he made you laugh or smile

The way he finds himself getting lost in your eyes when you speak

The hesitation in his Demeanor just because he scared he’ll melt if he held you close

He notices the tiniest details about you

How your teeth show when you laugh genuinely and you pout when you’re in a bad mood

How your eyes sparkle with wonder whenever he showed you one of his spells

your cute little dance when you get something you wanted for long

He finds himself smiling softly at you, at the most random times

Being close to you feels like a really warm blanket being warped around his body

His name out of your lips makes him feel like time stopped and started In slow motion

His cheeks and ears would turn a light pink and sometimes blueish whenever you complemented him

It takes a lot for Loki to fall in love but when he does.

It a hard fall that leaves a permanent mark in his heart

Your mark

Y/N: I know the Bible talks about forgiveness

Thanos:

Y/N: But Jesus would hold my purse while I absolutely kicked your ass.

Dating Loki Odinson Would Include:

masterlist

he constantly talks about his mother because he trusts you with his feelings

he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to get super jealous

someone will look at you for too long and he can’t control is jealousy and possessiveness

you mean the world to him so you wouldn’t really fight a lot but if you did they were huge and sometimes would get out of control

but you make up with angry sex so it’s all good

he wants to give you everything he didn’t have because he knows what it feels like to have nothing

like if you want a throne he’ll give you one, all you have to do is ask

his love language is 100% touch but soft touches i.e. hand holding, cheek strokes, playing with your hair etc.

he has trust issues...shocker...but once he lets you in he tells you everything because he trusts you so much

will definitely gossip with you, especially if it’s about thor...i mean who are we kidding

FOREHEAD KISSES

NECK KISSES

he needs to be reassured a lot, so expect days were he’s pouty and comes back to his normal self when you smother him with love

would always try to prank or scare you with his illusions but you always see right through them, making him believe that you’re truly his soulmate

will cry on your shoulder after frigga’s death

loki would protect you with everything he has, even if that means with his life

he would literally make fun of you after trying on his helmet and looking like an idiot

you would definitely have a sarcastic-type of relationship where you poke fun at each other constantly and people around you are confused if you’re serious or not

but god forbid someone else makes fun of you...they might as well flee asgard or new york depending on where you’re currently staying

you are always his number one priority

late night walks

stargazing

staying up late and talking about everything and everyone

being disappointed in him when he ordered the attack on new york

and he realised he messed up big time

he was so disappointed in himself for hurting you and took out the hurt on himself

you would constantly be surrounded by words like, ‘why are you dating him?’ ; ‘he’s evil.’ ; ‘how can you love someone like him?’

he loves sleeping next to you

he just feels so safe

lockscreen

gif not mine

| andrew!peter x reader

summary: how you’d react when you find you are peters lockscreen

warnings: none

authors note: hi i’m back !!! this has been sitting in my drafts. gotta be honest, not my favorite things i’ve written but it’s still pretty cute. enjoy !!

these past few days you had been so exhausted, managing work and school wasn’t what you anticipated for college. but you needed the money to keep your apartment, there were some perks. like free sandwiches from your co-worker, or free drinks. very nice, especially on the days you were incredibly busy. like today.

you walked into your apartment, which you frequently shared with your boyfriend, peter. he would stay over for a few days or sometimes weeks if he’s not busy. you loved having his company, it kept you distracted and not worried about all of the assignments you spent hours working on. he was like a breath of fresh air. taking your bag off and letting it drop to the floor with a thud, slipping your shoes off, and walking to your bedroom to change.

coming back into the main living area, you saw peter on the sofa, kicked back on his phone. “the hell? when did you get here?” you stopped in your track, staring at the back of his head.

“like five minutes ago, I’m pretty sure you fell asleep while changing” he laughed, looking over his shoulder. you only rolled your eyes and walked into the kitchen, peter followed behind you. “how was work?” you opened the fridge for a drink, peter leaned against the counter. “samantha quit today. we are understaffed now” you sighed, taking a few swigs of the liquid. “i’m considering leaving too. with the exams coming up i haven’t had time to even think about studying.” you sat the bottle down on the counter, peter came to your side running his hand up and down your back. “you know” he started, “i could move in. help you with rent and everything.” he finally suggested, this wasn’t the first time he brought up moving in with you. it’s not that you weren’t ready, you were but you didn’t want to put the burden of rent on him.

“i know, i just don’t want the responsibility falling on you.” now, you had turned around to face you. you yawned before he could answer. “let’s talk about it later. do you want to watch a movie with me?” you were so exhausted you didn’t think you’d survive a movie but it was better than doing loads of homework. you nodded, which made him grin. he took your hand leading you into the living room. he sat down first, you followed. stretching your legs out and resting your head on his thigh. you weren’t even paying attention to the movie he picked, your eyes began to get heavy closing them from time to time but trying your best to stay awake. you failed miserably. within ten minutes you were out like a light.

peter noticed almost immediately, your breathing had evened out and you weren’t moving as often. he didn’t mind it at all, you deserved to get rest. you had been working so hard lately and peter just wanted you to take care of yourself. he made sure not to move much that way you were comfortable. as the movie progressed he couldn’t stop taking glances at you, how your face looked so relaxed when you were asleep. he grabbed his phone and opened the camera and quickly snapped a few pictures of you. he smiled to himself, going back and reviewing them.

when you woke up in your bed you were very confused, knowing you fell asleep on the sofa and suddenly you’re in your bed? peter probably brought you in last night. you got up, shivering at the contact of your feet and the cold floor. you opened the bedroom door, greeted by the smell of breakfast. you rubbed your eyes, entering the kitchen seeing peter at the stove. “g’morning” he smiled, looking up at you. “what time is it?” you asked, taking a seat at the table. “little after noon” he said, turning his phone on and putting it back down. you glanced at his phone seeing his lock screen. “pete” you groaned, “i look awful in that!” you hung your head.

peter laughed, putting a plate in front of your and kissing the top of your head. “i think you look beautiful”

Loki: General romantic headcanons

I’m using ‘you’ for simplicity. Honestly, these are just my thoughts/headcanons as to what a relationship with Loki would be like in general, so it’s not really specific in terms of who it is in the relationship with him.

Feel free to discuss or give your own opinions/headcanons if you’d like.

This is also gender neutral, I imagine he acts the same with a S/O of any gender. Because Asgard just be like that.

-Whether you’re an enhanced being or not, Loki is very ready and willing to take up arms for you at the first sign of danger. If someone threatens you, he’ll tap them on the shoulder with the scariest expression imaginable, “Would you mind repeating that?”  If you get kidnapped, there’s a 60% chance that Loki’s on his way to kick some ass (With a 40% chance that one or more of the Avengers are trying to hold him back so they can assess the situation first.)

-If you know how to fight/are enhanced, you two often end up being a combat duo and honestly make the most effective badass power couple in the Avengers, besides Wanda and Vision, of course.

-Loki, at first, if you’re midgardian, will end up being extremely careful around you. He’ll basically treat you like you’re made of glass, any wrong move he makes might hurt you in his mind seeing as, from his experience, midgardians are so fragile. Regardless of whether you’re enhanced or not. It takes a lot of convincing and reassurance to get him to relax. (This is a hurtle you have to jump before he feels confident in fighting alongside you as well.) This, of course, does not apply if he’s already well aware that you can handle yourself in battle. (For example, you’re an Avenger and you two have fought side-by-side multiple times, or sparred with one another.)

-If you ask to come to Asgard, he might bring you along. Don’t be surprised, however, if he ends up using his magic to make you look like an Asgardian if you’re from Midgard. (Because he was very vocal about judging Thor’s relationship with Jane, and he’d rather not be made fun of for the ironic hypocrisy.) As for the other realms? He may take you to see them depending on which realm we’re talking about. (Alfheim and Vanaheim in particular are ones he likes to visit. Jotunheim on the other hand? Over his dead body.)

-If everyone knows about it, he will gladly show off. He flaunts his relationship with you, and you yourself, to everyone like you’re the finest treasure in the universe. Basically saying ‘They’re my partner, not yours. Jealous?’ He’s basically using the same lines he uses for himself for you.  “I am Loki, and they are [Name], remember those names, for they will be the names of your future leaders.”

-If you’re in a relationship with him, I cannot imagine you haven’t already seen his Jotun form by that point. The biggest hurtle(s) for any relationship with Loki are his secrets, insecurities, and fears. Thus, if he really does love you and trust you, it’s because he knows you accept him wholly and completely. Thus, you’ve seen it. (Note: He’s still not going to take this form often, he just wants to be sure you wouldn’t believe him to be a monster and/or abandon him.)

-Once you break through the above barrier, this man is probably one of the most compassionate people out there. If people prove their fidelity and care for him, he’ll treat that person like gold. Though most of the softer moments happen behind closed doors, as he’s not very into PDA. (Though that’s not to say he’ll stop you-)

-He’s not the kind of person to make you jealous. After all, he’s your partner, you chose one another for a reason.  If you try to make him jealous though, he’ll realize what you’re doing and take it very personally. The only time he’d ever make you jealous on purpose is if you attempted it on him, because this man is petty. Though do bear in mind he will confront you about how immature you’re being regardless of if he takes the petty route in that situation or not. hypocrite

-He doesn’t really care about appearances. Sure, having a pretty S/O is nice, but that doesn’t really matter to him when compared to genuine care and compassion. This extends to aliens and mutants with major appearance changes too. Neurodivergence and disabilities are also something that doesn’t bother him generally. Though you’ll probably have to explain some of them to him, as he doesn’t really know that much about modern midgardian terminologies/diagnoses for things like that. Autism? DID? Tourettes? Deafness? Muteness? He doesn’t care.

-What he specifically looks for in a partner is loyalty especially, with compassion, empathy, and a decent sense of humor. (Some impishness is also up there on his list.) Common interests are another plus, and will usually be one of the first things he notices.

-Things that will usually make him nope out of a relationship are actually pretty low-bar standards if I’m being honest: Abuse, General lack of care for him, Extreme entitlement, Insert hate-based group, i:e racists, transphobes, etc.

-I’ve already mentioned before that I headcanon one of his love languages to be physical touch. He’s touch starved, please give him affection.  However, at the beginning of a relationship, he’ll find the idea of…actually having a loving relationship to be very hard to get used to, so he probably won’t initiate any physical affection at first regardless of if it’s in private or not. But, gradually over time you’ll notice him being a bit more physically affectionate and bold in regards to touching you. He’ll stand closer to you more often, he’ll put his hand on your shoulder randomly, he might even start kissing you on the temple or forehead on occasion, etc.

-If you cannot fight, he will teach you how to defend yourself. This is non-negotiable. His mother was murdered in his absence and that fact haunts him well into any ‘real’ relationship he forges, friendship or otherwise. So, he’s certainly not going to let you waltz about without knowing how to defend yourself in case something happens when he’s not around. If you already can fight, he’ll train and spar with you.

-He will stick to you as much as possible. He wants to spend a lot of time with you (Another love language), so don’t be surprised if he ends up popping up every so often to check on you, or asking you when you’ll next be free for some quality time together.

-Dates with this man are immaculate. He pays a lot of attention to how you feel and what your interests are. He’ll then take this information and use it to construct a date that he thinks you’d enjoy.  You like sci-fi? Well, he knows a beautiful alien planet you two could explore! Gemtones? Oh, you just so happened to stumble upon a crystal cave with him!

-He does a lot of silent admiration from afar. During those moments, there’s a lot that goes on in his mind. Specifically, wondering how you could possibly love him when he’s done so much. New York, Helping Thanos, Attempting to destroy Jotunheim, the multiple attempts on Thor’s life, etc. The fact that you can even accept his Jotun ancestry, something even he himself can’t truly accept, amazes him. He really doesn’t know what he did to deserve someone so accepting and loving in his life.

-It’s not always sunshine and smiles of course. Communication of his own emotions is not his strong suit, but he’s very perceptive of the feelings of others, so he’s very willing to talk to you about your issues or concerns. He’s very good at recognizing when something’s wrong as well, so often, you won’t even need to ask him to talk, he’ll already be sitting next to you, patiently waiting for you to begin the conversation. Meanwhile, he has a habit of pushing his emotions down and thinking that if he ignores them they might go away. He’s also very good at hiding it, so that’s certainly something you two need to figure out. Arguments happen, but rarely last long, as he’s surprisingly pretty good at recognizing when he made a mistake.  “I understand, I’m sorry I made you feel this way. I promise I’ll try to be more thoughtful of you from now on, [Name].”

-He doesn’t really do anniversaries? It’s an Asgard thing, there’s no real ‘milestones’ for relationships, so if you want anniversaries, you’re going to have to explain it to him.

-He really tries his best to be as good a partner to you as possible. He places your needs squarely above his own, especially in dire circumstances. 

-Pet names. He will use them, and absolutely melt if you use them too. Call him ‘your prince’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘luv’, any endearing little name like that, he’ll love it. (He also doesn’t care if you call him those things in public either.)

-He’s such a tease. He’ll flirt with you in hushed tones when nobody is looking, his goal being just to see you turn red. If something ends up happening after as a result? …That’s just a happy accident.

Cuddling with Loki would include:

A post no one asked for but I was sad after the first ep of Loki so...Here you go!

- Loki's cuddles are needy. He's so starved for genuine affection and love that despite initially being guarded and dismissive when you ask, he'll quickly submit

- If you tease him for initially being reluctant and change your mind, he'll get playfully annoyed and pull you toward him, winding his arms around you and not letting you go

- He would be content to stay wrapped up with you for hours (or longer really) doing nothing else

- Plays with your hair, rubs your arms, kisses your head every so often and nuzzles up to you a lot

- No little spoon or big spoon nonsense! He'd lie facing you, staring at you with expectant eyes as you tried not to let yourself get too flustered

- Melts into your touches, literally. He'll draw closer wherever you touch him, following you slightly when you pull away

- Loves when you play with his hair:( Will close his eyes and rest his head in your lap if you let him, smiling slightly at the feeling

- He's more vulnerable when you're like that, often times opening up about things he wouldn't usually, while you listen patiently and reassure him

- He won't stop talking some days, going on about things and often drowning you with honey-coated words about how much he adored you and was grateful for you

- ...Which often makes you laugh, if only because you're embarrassed and he's so direct. He'll grin deviously, always happy to get a smile or laugh out of you

- He'd really adore that time and would be so grateful he had you. Someone spending time with him like that is new to him and he'll never tire of it

- Won't be able to stop smiling the whole time. If you catch him he'll tone it down to a small smirk, but he can't help himself

- If you aren't careful, he'll want cuddles all the time. You'll walk by him while he's sitting somewhere and he'll just take your hand and look at you like 🥺 before gently pulling you toward him

- He's always happy to oblige your (his) need for cuddles and affection, after all :^)

Loki Cuddles & Affection HCs

Loki taglist: @y-napotat ❤︎ @elainavmarie ❤︎ @thefandomchoosesthewizard​

Cuddles:

Loki loves cuddling you — he simply adores you being in his arms, the warmth of your body near his, it’s perfect to him. He’s very touch sensitive / oriented in his love language, so it’s a perfect match. 

Holding hands — when you’re sitting with your back against his chest, Loki brings his arms around you, sometimes to hold you even closer against him, to which you set your hands on top of his forearms. Other times, more often, he plays with your hands in his. He places his hands palm up, as you set your palm down atop his. From there he gently, keeping your hands together, lifts them up, twists them side to side, occasionally interlacing your fingers.

↳ sometimes he reveals his frost giant form, only allowing the blue to spread half-way to his elbow. He loves the way you gasp in awe at it, and trace the patterns on his skin gently with your fingertips.

When you’re sad — Loki is the exact person who you can say nothing to and yet he knows something’s wrong. He’ll watch you for a moment, reading your expression, before walking over to you, arms slightly lifted to the perfection position for you to fit in them. He’s ready to cradle you, resting his chin against your temple, or kissing your forehead / top of your head. He will hold you for as long as you need to be held, zero complaints.

He doesn’t mind at all if you tend to be “clingy” — he absolutely craves any kind of attention, so if you’re more of a physically “clingy” individual, he really has no problem with it. He can tell when you want more physical attention, and he gives you everything you need. 

He loves when you fall asleep cuddling him — often times you don’t realise it, but you cling on to him when you’re falling asleep and you don’t let go. In fact when he starts to move, your fingertips subconsciously grip against him tighter. When he’s finally picked you up, to carry you off to bed, he loves how you snuggle yourself right against him in his arms. || He’s super attentive to you once he’s in bed beside you, since he had to let go of you to set you down, he makes up for it by keeping your super close. Which he loves, because he feels protective.

Random times — Loki has been know to just come up to you and pull you into a hug. If you’re laying down, reading / on your phone on the couch / bed, he will crawl from the end of the bed / couch up to rest his head on your stomach, wrapping his arms around your your frame, his hands caressing your back as he buries his face against your stomach. Sometimes you giggle, or squirm a little, but that only makes his smile. 

Morning / Night — he 100% cuddles you in bed, in literally almost every way. He’ll let you cuddle against his back like a little backpack, he’ll tuck you against his chest, your back against his chest, head resting on his bicep, he’ll let you rest on his chest, and sometimes, he’ll find himself laying on his stomach with you sprawled out on top of his back, head between his shoulder blades. 

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Loki Cuddling HCs

This can be platonic or romantic

He loves cuddling you, that's not debatable

He is a big spoon, and watch out cause this mf has a death grip on you

He will treat you like his personal teddy bear

Sometimes when he feels insanely touch-starved he will pick you from wherever you are and drag you to his room to cuddle

Sometimes when he really doesn't want you to leave he will lay on top of you and he knows since he is too heavy you can't go anywhere.

(this might escalate to a hostage situation) its like having a cat on your lap once they're on your lap you legally aren't allowed to move

If you happen to pass out while cuddling, he will make sure no one disturbs you and then pass out with you

Even while he rests he will keep that toddler with a piece of your hair grip on you

Forehead kisses

He will wrap you in the warmest blankets

Be prepared to be in a blanket burrito during the winter

the more knives you have the more attractive you are

My taste in men is ✨ Fictional ✨

#me whenever yall start using new slang that I have to look up on urban dictionary

Does anyone else find themselves in the middle of a Loki x reader fanfic and then the reminder that he’s a Prince just hits you smack dab in the face? Like ?!?

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a/n: yes. i did not know what to call this. sorry. also sorry for the slow-fast-slow-slow-really fast thing ? its how I felt, reading it. but tbh I didn't proof read as much. so plot holes, gigantic plot holes.

pairing: loki x f!reader; enemies to lovers.

request:

word count: 5936

warnings: um i think theres like hints of suicide mentions. death. oh also depression metions. lmk if you find anything else

a/a/n: my 2nd request! anon didnt give me a pronoun preference, so i did a f!reader. hope i did you justice with the story, anon.

oh another a/n bc i cant stop talking: i had to write the beginning about 3 times. I like slow development, and a one shot with enemies to lovers AND a kiss seemed rlly hard to write, but nevertheless. also omg the amount of research I did for this.

taglist: @theaudacitytowrite @gaitwae lmk if u want to be added!

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2 months. That’s how long y/n had been holed up in the Avenger’s towers. Sure, she appreciated the amenities and the other various provisions, but she had to leave. She was sick and tired of “playing a part to help”. That’s what the doctor—Baron Strucker—told her before she was ruthlessly experimented on, and that’s what SHIELD told her when she was rescued. Of course, at one point in her life, she had thought of doing something for the world, but now? All she wanted now was some peace. She simply wanted to resign into the flow of life and its rigorous cycles of life and death, go wherever fate led her. Oh, what she would do for a little cabin in the woods—she would go berry picking every day with a little golden dog that she would love more than life. She would enjoy the solace, her mind thrumming with happiness as she took in the simplest worldly pleasures. But instead, she was stuck here, “training” so she could “save the world”. She wished she could simply tuck her abilities away, pretend they never existed.

‘You have the ability to manipulate binding energy,’ they had said to her. Apparently, she could alter the structural—sometimes molecular constitution of any object or substance in her vicinity. Her younger self would cherish her powers, but right now, y/n would do anything to live a normal life. Just when she thought her life couldn’t be worse, she was ordered to train with a said god to enhance her deranged abilities. Loki—the God of Lies and Mischief—also possessed a set of powers, rather on similar lines as hers. Except, he could manipulate his surroundings and create new things to suit his needs, while y/n’s abilities were all about destruction. She could tear anything—anything apart, regardless of how tight its atomic constituent was. It certainly scared her, the fact that she had still not managed to get her powers to work at her will, but almost everyone assured her that she would soon. Except Loki. He told her that she would never be able to wield her abilities to their full extent, that she would never be a hero. Surprisingly, she agreed. She was too unstable to control them, she had felt it. Every time she tried summoning her powers, nothing would happen. Not even when she stretched her arms out and everything. But oh, when she got mad, boom! Everything around her would literally explode! She had seen the look in people’s eyes when she caused something like that. Monster, they would say. No matter how unintentional it was, she still had those memories ingrained in her mind; after all, they visited her every night in her nightmares.

“Get away from me!” the woman yelled with her child limp in her arms, tears streaming down her face. Her lip wobbled as she tried to contain what was left of her sanity.

“I’m only trying to help- “ y/n stammered, her hands shaking. What had she done?

“He is dead, because of you. You are done trying to help. Get away from me, you monster!” the woman yelled, shoving at her—and that’s when all of y/n’s bodily functions stopped, her heart running cold. She was a monster.

She sighed loudly. Every other day, she would wake up breathing so heavily, FRIDAY would ask her if she needed a doctor. Her skin would be coated with sweat; it would drip down her chin when she sat up. Her heart would beat so hard against her ribs, almost as if it would tear off and run away screaming. But not for long, she would promise herself. No one would get hurt at her expense. She needed the perfect plan to escape the Avengers—she was smart enough to know that if she was caught, she wouldn’t be given the same liberty she had now. There would always be eyes on her, and she would never be able to leave. They’d probably put a camera in her room, even perhaps put a transmitter in her skin, and that was something she was wholly against.

“Knock-knock, time for training!” Steve’s cheery voice rang outside y/n’s door.

Mustering the best happy voice possible, she called back, “Be right there!” Sighing, she shifted out of her sheets and headed for the shower. She had a long day before she could commit to her planning.

Loki warmed up in the empty room. Or he tried to. He was mostly just flipping his dagger in his hand, his chest jittering in nervousness, but his face always the cold neutral mask. He was supposed to train y/n every day, and it was getting on his last nerve. Sure, the Midgardian was very much gifted, but he was much worried for her. Not to mention the things he seemed to be… feeling for her. He told himself it was only because she was a lot like him. She simply needed a mentor. So why couldn’t he be what she needed? He could see how hard she struggled to control the energy within her, he could see how she was in need of desperate help. Yet, he was harsher with her than he was with the other heroes, never missing an opportunity to wound her verbally. She needed to stay away from him, and since Rogers wouldn’t honor his wishes about not wanting to be y/n’s instructor, the only way for him to make sure he wouldn’t have to spend any longer with her was to have her despise him so much, that she asked Steve to stop her training with him. She was a new addition to the group, so most obviously the soldier would make sure that she got whatever she needed like the honorable, benevolent captain he was. But what surprised him was how y/n seemed to agree with every insult he shot at her. He would call her worthless, and she wouldn’t even blink an eye at him. He would tell her that she was insignificant, that she was simply dead weight to the Avengers, and she would simply gesture at him to continue with the training and hurry back to the sanctity of the room the moment they were done for the day. Most obviously, he could see that she was planning something, but what?

y/n channeled another wave of white energy through her fingers towards him, screaming. But all her effort couldn’t even shake the god from his stance. She inhaled again, charging at him. Combat, he had said to her. Today, she was working on implementing the energy around her in combat, and she was not doing well. She threw a weakly made fist at him, him easily dodging. She turned around, stretching her leg in the air, a kick aimed for the face. He gripped her calf as she laid one hand on his chest. Just when he thought it was over, she channeled a small burst of energy at him, causing him to stumble back, pulling her with him. She fell against him onto the floor, her face inches away from his. She stared into his green, green eyes—they were like little droplets of rainwater. Not entirely blue, but not exactly colorless either. Just pale, almost transparent, with the littlest specks of green and gray. It looked like the sky, just before it would begin to snow. Shivers ran up her spine, she could feel the chill of the crisp color. It reminded her of a gentle breeze before an obvious storm. Subconsciously, she leaned towards him, before Loki pushed her off of him, bringing her back to her senses. His heart thundered in his chest. She had almost kissed him, and he would have let her. He had to end this. Now.

“And what in Midgard was that?” Loki’s steely voice came a few seconds later. Y/n said nothing. She simply lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. She wasn’t one to explain her internal torment, especially not to someone who seemed to hate her so much. She shut her eyes, regretting letting her guard down. He looked at her with no expression on his face, except a slight scorn adorning his lips—she thought it was because of how sweaty she looked with her clothes drenched and her lungs screaming for oxygen. Oh, what she would do if she had known otherwise.

“I asked you a question.” His voice came again, baritone as ever. Y/n ran that voice over in her head. That sweet, euphonious voice that coated his words like icing on a cake. But the angelic voice he had just never suited the tone in which he spoke with her. She wondered how he would sound when he spoke to a lover. She thought of sweet whispers of secret love, his cool, calm voice, and shuddered. Perhaps in another life, she would have done something for the attraction she felt towards him. Perhaps if she were a different person, someone stronger, smarter, someone without as many problems, she would honor the urge she felt in her mind every time her eyes landed on him. It angered her how HYDRA had stolen her life from her in just a short amount of time, her last moments of leading a normal, content life snatched away from her like taking candy from a baby.

Loki watched her as she struggled to channel her energy towards the target. She was distracted, and it was not because of their “moment” earlier. Every time she readied herself to harness the energy around her, a wisp of a look would pass her eyes and she would falter. He wondered what caused that.

“Get up, mortal. I do not have all day.”

y/n was done. She couldn’t do anything more for the day. The boy’s face engulfed her mind, the cries of his mother filling her ears. What was she thinking? She did not deserve love. Not after what she did. She was only trying to help.

“Now!” Loki ordered, his foot slightly kicking hers in an attempt to bring her back from wherever her mind had drifted. He saw how her eyes became glassy-- as if she was indulging in an old memory. Almost as if it pained her to witness the same repeatedly. He tried calming his feral heart. He wondered when his mind had given up on all reasoning, letting him feel the wrath of his little pumping organ.

Now, her anger was directed towards him. Who was he to tell her what to do? She didn’t have to follow anyone’s orders, much less his. She was the only one who trained day and night, and at what expense? Loki’s amusement? No thanks.

“No.” she deadpanned; her eyes still focused on the ceiling.

“I beg your pardon?” he sputtered at her incredulous response.

Meeting his eyes with her still glassy ones, she repeated. “I said no.”

Loki stared at her for a moment. The Midgardian had just defied his direct order. She surely was something else. He studied her eyes, how the e/c irises seemed almost devoid of any life. His heart yearned to comfort her, betraying his quiet mind with its stranger intentions.

Shaking his head, he said again, “I will have to report you, then.”

“Go ahead.” Anyone was smart enough to know that was the last thing Loki would do. He wasn’t one to approach the Captain, especially not for such insolent matters. What was y/n playing at?

“Do you really take me for a fool? When I ask you to get up, you do as I say. Or did you forget I am your instructor?” he said, his voice edging with a warning. Y/n was now getting on his last nerve.

She stared at him, her eyes never leaving his. She wasn’t going to do it. No one orders her around; she was now a free individual. Isn’t that what SHIELD told her when she was rescued? She could do as she liked, unlike how it was when she was being… experimented on.

“I’m not doing it. I told you I was done for the day. I am going to leave,” she said, getting up from her place on the floor. Loki watched her, still bewildered. He had thought a lot of things about her, but he never thought she would be so bold. Who was she? How would she have been, if she wasn’t made to endure the torture that she had? Would she be happy, smile that brilliant smile? Would her eyes radiate the joy that he had seen only in her older pictures? When she was wild and full of life, when she was free?

He whipped his hand around, green strands of seidr erupting from his fingertips, and y/n was back in front of him again, instead of at the door. He wouldn’t let this happen again. This was the end of his time with y/n. He had to get a grip over his foolish heart.

“Hey!” she yelled, her hands clenching. She could feel the anger surge deep in her. Could he not let her be? She wanted to be alone after the embarrassment she had caused herself. Oh, how she regretted it.

Loki couldn’t help the little smirk on his face. He watched as she took a deep breath and glared at him before turning to leave again. He snapped his fingers, and there she was again, in front of him, ugly anger simmering in the pit of her stomach.

“You are no match for me, and you never will be. So you might as well treat me with some respect,” he spat, his heart stuttering for a moment in response to his harshness. But he might as well do it. He couldn’t train with her, not if he was going to have confused “feelings” festering in his heart. He had to make sure she went to Steve asking for a change of training instructors, it was for the best.

Breathing again, y/n tried to keep the anger down. She knew what happened the last time she had felt such anger. Monster.

“Let me go,” she spat, her eyes sharp.

“Worthless. That’s what you are,” he teased, his heart still thumping hard against his ribcage. It seemed to tell him, don’t do it! don’t! But when had he ever listened to his heart? Especially when it was being so unreasonable?

“We already established that. Let me leave,” she said, her breathing shallow. “Please,” she added a second later. She had to regain control of the energy festering in her core. No, no, no, her conscious chanted.

“You can’t be an Avenger with just powers, y/l/n. You need skill.” He said, his voice laced with venom his heart didn’t intend for.

y/n studied his eyes, wondering where he was going with this. Surely, he couldn’t know of her countless mess-ups…

Finish it! His mind yelled at him.

“You couldn’t even save him,” he whispered, never leaving her eyes. Of course. Of course, he had read her file. Why wouldn’t he have? Her killing someone was no news in a tower full of heroes. After all, accidents were what made the best of them. He watched as her eyes widened and her lip quivered, before her irises narrowed into slits, and gritted her teeth. And that was when all hell broke loose.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through.” She whispered, her voice colder than ice. A shiver ran up his spine. A moment ago, she was so close to breaking apart, but now she looked like a statue set in stone, her teeth baring out, snarling at him.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Crack, went his heart. He sighed internally as he braced himself.

“It’s pathetic. You are pathetic.” He managed to breathe out before he was thrown back into the walls, the steel around him suddenly shattering, exploding everywhere. He summoned his daggers in a flash, only to land his eyes on a now levitating y/n, her body suspended in mid-air as she glared at him with completely white eyes, glowing like the morning light. Her hands were now fists at her sides, sheer power radiating around them. Wisps of white strands of energy looped around her figure, making her look almost ethereal. Her hair floated around her as if they were disturbed by a slight breeze. Electric. That was what she was.

y/n didn’t know what happened. One moment she was in pieces, her heart about to shatter at his accusation, and the next moment she was suspended in air, feeling such power in her bones, as if she could do anything.

“I am not pathetic.” She said, her voice sweet as honey. She scrunched her eyebrows. That was not what she sounded like. It was almost as if the energy around her caused the sound to resonate, her voice reverberating against itself, causing multiple tones. Either way, it was all so beautiful, even Loki was mesmerized for a second.

y/n looked down at her hands, the white energy swimming between her fingertips, ready to strike. Monster, she remembered. This is what had happened before the boy had died. Before she had killed him. She simply reached out to him, and she had somehow sucked the energy out of him. She hadn’t told anyone how she felt at that moment. She felt power. True, raw power, almost as if the boy’s energy had transferred into her. It destroyed her how she could feel such ecstasy at the price of one’s life. It disgusted her. He’s right. You are worthless. A monster. You deserve to rot.

She fell to her knees, all that power quickly dissipating with a metallic thrum, leaving a smell of electricity in the air, like something had been singed. She held her hands to her heart, wishing she could rip it out. Could she, perchance? With tears streaming down her face, she met a fascinated Loki’s eyes. It was almost as if he was excited. Like HYDRA was, when they first witnessed their superweapon in action. She scrunched her eyebrows, her voice laced with venom, “I hate you.” Pushing herself up, she ran. She didn’t know where she wanted to go, she simply ran. Hands pumping beside her, her legs weeping under the stress of the running. She didn’t stop. She couldn’t. After all, she didn’t deserve it. She let the pain seep into her muscles, her tendons screaming at the lack of aeration. She sobbed again; the ball of pain still lodged in her throat. She turned back to the Avenger’s tower. She was leaving tonight.

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She shoved some clothes in a duffel, her carefully curated plan of many months forgotten. It had been too long, too long of spending a comfortable time in the tower, getting everything she needed. She didn’t deserve any of it, not after what she had done.

Sniffing, she wiped at the tears on her cheeks haphazardly. She put on a plain black shirt with grey jeans and combat boots and walked out of her room. She would run far, far away where she could hurt no one and keep her abilities tucked away for good. She made her way to the kitchen, deciding to sneak through the back doors of the cafeteria. The cameras wouldn’t be operative in those sectors, she would be able to make it out of the compound rather easily. Pushing the door open, she made sure not to make any noise. Just because the cameras weren’t functioning, she couldn’t afford to be calm. She had to be faster in getting out. Hugging the wall, she shifted her way into the kitchen, her eyes scanning for any heroes nearby. She could hear Thor’s snores coming from a nearby room. She turned towards the center table, and her heart leaped as she instinctively ducked. Loki. Of all days, the insomniac had chosen this day to stay up and read late in the night. He hummed a little tune as he prepared his tea. Little did y/n know that one of the reasons he couldn’t sleep that night was because of her. He simply couldn’t get over how he had hurt her. His heart convulsed whenever he saw the image of her tear-streaked face, her eyes focused on the energy radiating off her hands like she had seen something terrible. A monster. He wished he had picked something else to drive her mad over. He turned around to fetch himself his favorite honey and lemon tea bag, his eyes catching some quick movement. A little more assessment revealed to him that it was none other than y/n. He stayed calm, minding his own business. Why was she here? Maybe she needed a midnight snack? He had sometimes heard her screaming in her room, possibly from nightmares, did she have another one now? But why was she hiding from him?

y/n shifted behind the wall again. She was certain he had seen her, the little shift in his demeanor—the sudden stiffness of his body being on alert gave his neutral face away. She stepped away from the wall. She would have to fight her way through. Loki had seen her at her peak, and not to mention how he too once wanted nothing to do with the Avengers, so perhaps he would be more thoughtful and simply let her go.

“Hello, y/n,” Loki said, without looking up from his cup. Perhaps this was a confrontation? y/n had never once lost her cool in front of him, not even when he degraded her with the vilest of insults. Maybe she wanted him to apologize? Stop thinking, he chided at himself. She hasn’t even said anything yet.

He finally glanced at her, only to freeze. She looked like she was up and ready to go, hair away from her face, comfortable clothes, and… a bag. Not any bag. A duffel bag. Her eyes were puffy, her nose red—like she had been crying. She never cried. This only meant one thing. She was running away.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft, his mind cautious of her movements. If she was planning on sneaking away, he was an obstacle she had come across at the last minute. A hurdle she would have to cross.

y/n stared at him for a moment. Would he let her go? “Leaving.” She said, her voice as soft as his. Maybe a display of some emotion would help her.

Loki waited for a beat. “Why?” he questioned.

y/n felt her anger simmer again. Why was she always being interviewed, all her actions always questioned? It was like she was back at HYDRA, always being told what to do, never being able to do what she wanted without begging for permission. Nothing was different from HYDRA and the Avengers headquarters, except for the fact that the Avengers provided some twisted sort of so-called freedom. She was going to be made to hurt people if her energy was continued to be harnessed. But she wouldn’t allow that. Not again.

“Because.” She wondered what to say. She could have threatened him, but that would only make him warier of her. But with being calm, if all goes down, she would still have an advantage over him, and might just be able to make a narrow escape.

“Because…” Loki said, motioning at her to continue. It irritated him how he could still have feelings festering for her when she could annoy him easily by simply wasting words.

Y/n sighed through her nose. Perhaps she would have to threaten him. “As much as I loved our training,” she scoffed, “I believe it's time for me to leave. I do not belong here.”

What was she saying? Of course, she belonged here, it was him who didn’t belong. She was so powerful, and no matter how much she tried to deny it, she had a kind heart. He had seen how she smiled at little moments subconsciously—he was there when she had petted a little stray puppy, assuming that no one was looking. But he watched. He watched as she smiled sadly, her eyes betraying her strong poise. She giggled lightly as the pup tried to lick her face, her hands reaching out to scratch its fur. He smiled, his heart wishing her life had a better story to live.

“I’m afraid I don’t take your meaning,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving hers. He noticed how they flickered down to the ground for a moment, before returning to connect with his, a new fire lighting them up.

You’re a monster! Get away! y/n could hear the woman screaming at her. She would fight Loki and leave, or she would die trying to get past him. Either was fine, as long as she would never, ever have to use her cursed abilities again.

“Because I want to. And you cannot stop me,” she whispered, her voice hinting at the tiniest of a threat. Please, she wanted to add.

“I’m afraid I cannot do so.” He whispered sternly, setting his cup down. He had caught the threat in her voice. He only wanted her to be away from him, but he seemed to have taken it too far. She was going to leave, and his heart wouldn’t let that happen. How would she fend for herself? She wasn’t even stable. What if another accident took place, and this time she was in the center of it? she could barely deal with the death of the little boy, how would she deal with herself if her abilities had gotten the best of her again? It would destroy her, entirely, and his stubborn heart wouldn’t let that happen to her, not when he knew he could have done something to prevent it.

y/n’s heart thumped loudly. Would she be able to fight her way past Loki? Her energy was stronger, but his seidr was quicker. Sneakier. “Suit yourself,” she whispered back, before taking a step towards him. Her eyes began to glow white, a brilliant light that could magic anyone, as her hands summoned power. Ringlets of white swam around her like wisps of smoke. One last time, she told herself. One last time, and she wouldn’t ever have to use her abilities again. Not that she was any good anyway. Loki breathed through his nose, trying to calm his speeding heart. He could never get over how beautiful her form was.

“Move,” she said, her voice echoing, ricocheting against itself. Beauty. Beauty that a monster like her didn’t deserve. It couldn’t hurt to try for a last compromise before forcing her way out.

Loki huffed. He didn’t realize y/n would put use of her gifts. It mildly surprised him, that she would summon her energy to get past him. Countless times where she could have used her abilities for little things like he did, she never did. That hesitation he usually saw in her eyes, that quiver in her lips, the slight shaking of her fingers—he could see none of them. It was as if that one barricade that usually disabled her from ensuring basic jurisdiction over her abilities now fuelled her desire to escape. He summoned his seidr, green fibers of satin-like seidr erupting from his fingertips. He wouldn’t hurt her. Never.

y/n clenched her hands into fists, feeling the energy fighting to leave her. She was simply a mediator; she couldn’t create energy. She simply took the energy from one place and deposited it in another. Shutting her eyes, she felt it swirl in her gut, hissing and crackling like electricity. One last time. Never again. Breathing out slowly, she kept her hands outstretched and opened her palms, letting the energy leave her through her fingertips. It felt like hours, this little action of hers, but little did she know this took a mere few nanoseconds.

One moment Loki had summoned his seidr, the green filaments tickling the insides of his fingertips; and the next, he was thrown across the kitchen, his vision blurring. How had she suddenly acquired the capability of harnessing such energy? He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them. Where were the rest of the Avengers? Surely, they would have heard the commotion by now? Wanda and Pietro were y/n’s only friends, they would definitely be able to calm her, so where were they? He held his hands to his chest, his mind still dazed from the impact. He laughed internally. How long had it been since he had taken a hit so hard? He scanned the room, noticing the shimmer of her power around it. She had created some sort of force field that kept all activity of her abilities inside it, like a containment—preventing an accidental explosion. Clever. Perhaps the field contained sound too, which was probably why the others weren’t alerted.

y/n wanted to scream. Just one little energy blast. That was all it took her to veritably destroy a god. She had brought a god down to his knees in just a few seconds, and power still surged within her bones. She truly was a monster. She shut her eyes, slowly letting the energy dissipate from her body. Sure, the force field would have prevented a mishap, but she wouldn’t have it. This was the last time she would use her “gift”, and she would control it entirely, not the other way round. She met Loki’s eye’s once more, his green pale eyes—and wished things would have been different for the umpteenth time. Little did she know, he wished for the same thing.

Loki’s chest felt heavy, like he carried a huge anchor on his back. What had he done? He couldn’t lose her—he had to fix his mess. He teleported himself in front of her, blocking the exit. He wasn’t strong enough to stop her, but he knew what to do this time.

y/n gasped. She walked right into Loki, he had teleported himself in front of her and she had reacted too slowly. His hands help her by her shoulders, warmth radiating off of his palms. She could feel it through the thick material of her t-shirt.

“y/n,” he breathed. “You are making a mistake.”

Ignoring her thrashing heart, she managed to whisper, sarcasm edging into her voice. “Really?”

He shook her lightly. He wished he could take it all back. It was all his fault. He had destroyed what little resolve she had in her. He could see it in her e/c eyes. The lifelessness, the withering of her very soul.

“I was wrong. You are more than worthy. You did not deserve what HYDRA and Strucker did to you,” he said, his eyes searching hers. He wished he could tell her everything he felt, speaking in a language could never truly express what one felt in their heart.

y/n scoffed. Oh, how she wanted to believe him. “You are only saying these things to stop me from leaving. But here’s the thing. I have made my decision,” she said, her voice sullen, giving her away. Monster, monster, monster, you do not deserve to live, her mind chanted.

“I am not a hero,” she concluded, the lump in her throat choking her. “I have killed people. I am a monster.” And at that moment, it was as if a huge weight had released her, but her heart felt like it was hanging by a thread. Her revelation had caused her a short-termed relief, but by confessing her darkest secret, she had acknowledged its truth, and somehow it made everything worse.

“y/n,” Loki said again. Was he too late? Was she gone forever? “I may be the God of Lies, but right now, this very moment, I need you to trust me.” Leaning in towards her, he continued, his voice soft, like how y/n had imagined once too many times. “You are not a monster. When you know what you’ve done, when you regret your actions, you prove that you aren’t a monster. You prove to the world that you are as human as one could possibly be, you prove to yourself that you are deserving of forgiveness. It may take more time, even years, but you will learn to forgive yourself, you will learn to accept yourself as who you are. I am well aware that my previous actions have done nothing to help you, and I must admit that was awfully foolish and hasty on my part—courtesy of the little secret feelings I have recently begun to harbor for you,” he paused, running his tongue across his lower lip. He had just confessed his little secret. y/n looked at him with teary eyes, and at that moment he could see all the pain she felt, he could feel everything she felt. “I see you; I see myself in you—and you must believe me when I tell you that though you may never move on, you will grow from this. After all, is that not what truly matters?”

y/n wished he was lying to her. Sadly, he wasn’t—and she knew it. She wished she could see herself in a different light, a kinder one, and a little speck of hope blossomed in the darkest parts of her heart. Maybe, just maybe, she could grow. One day perhaps, her mind wouldn’t call her a monster, and she would have forgiven herself. Maybe she could let herself be happy. Ultimately, is that not what anyone wanted? To just be truly happy? To be able to live their life to the fullest, without any regrets, without their guilt consuming them every second of every day? To live a wholesome life, and to die a happy death?

Loki sensed the shift in the atmosphere, how she had loosened up slightly, her heart registering his words. He felt his heart lift up in newfound hope. He ran his thumb over her forehead, pushing back the little strands of hair before settling on her jaw; just like he had imagined doing countless times. The air suddenly smelled of promises, and a glimmer of sweet happiness. It was almost infective.

“Do you really mean it?” y/n asked him, her voice filled with hope, her heart beating like it suddenly had a reason to do so. Like it had discovered life again. That life was worth living.

Loki smiled, a little quirk of his lips, a little crinkle in the corner of his eyes. He glanced at her lips before closing the little distance between them. y/n relished the new surge she felt in her veins, like a thousand flowers blooming in a field. A few moments ago, she hated the feeling of power in her fibers, the dry swell of it simply causing her to hate on her existence; but now? Now she felt a new kind of swell, a relief. A relief, that could only be felt when there was hope. A brief sanguineness that could be achieved only when one believed in themselves. Suddenly, she looked forward to the future.

“Undoubtedly, my dear. I apologize with all my heart for the distress I have caused you these few days. I assure you that nothing will disrupt this little utopia that we have managed to find, ever again," he promised, his heart singing. He could work this out for her, and for himself. She deserved as much, and he was capable of giving her everything she need, and he would do so gladly. And she was kissing him again, his lips against hers, soft as feathers, as light as an angel’s caress. And she knew then. She knew she would forgive herself. After all, you only live one life.

Okay but Loki helping the reader with their self esteem is something I need

self-esteem was something you had always struggled with

it didn’t matter how many tricks you tried, how much time you spent convincing yourself that you were better than your mind was making you believe

you just couldn’t seem to get yourself to budge on the matter

and most of the times, you could deal with it

with self-deprecating humor and bad jokes

but sometimes things got to be a little much

and it would just weigh a little bit too heavily on you

and you’d get a little down about

just sort of keep to yourself, not want to talk to anyone

Loki knew it was something you struggled with

and was always willing to sit with you and talk you down

and just be there for you until you were feeling a little better

Loki would always, without fail, have a pep talk ready for you

after making sure you were bundled up nice and warm in a blanket

with your favorite warm drink

and your favorite snack

“I understand you’re feeling a little self-conscious right now, and really don’t want to have the focus on yourself, and that’s okay. That is completely alright. I’ll keep it short and sweet, and then we’ll watch dumb cat videos. The only catch is that you have to listen and not disagree, alright?”

and you look at them a little suspiciously, unsure what they’re going to say

but nod

mostly because you know Loki won’t let the matter just go away

and Loki nods, as well

“I think you’re a wonderful person. I think you’re funny, and smart, and so very, very brave. You don’t give yourself enough credit for everything you’ve been through, for everything that you’re willing to do. You’re strong. You’re an asset to this team, and everyone loves having you here. You are worth so much more than you believe, and if I have to tell you that every day, I will if it means you might start to believe it. I’ll leave it at that, for now, but just know that I love and care for you, a lot. We all do.”

and you’d already been on the verge of tears

and this certainly didn’t help matters

and you end up sniffling

and rubbing at your eyes with a fist

and when you speak, it’s in a quiet little voice

“Thanks, Loki… That really means a lot.”

and Loki can tell you just need a hug

so they go to sit next to you

and just wrap you up in a warm hug

“Anytime, Y/N.”

you never make it to the cat videos

but that’s okay

because you’re actually feeling okay and happy and warm

and that is far more important