Loki x Reader God of Mischief

You're glaring up at the dark haired God as he easily pins your arms above your head with one hand as his other snakes down to your waist. At the moment, Loki was straddling your hips on the plush red couch in Stark Tower. The Avengers were scattered on different floors or out on simple missions, leaving you to deal with the up-to-no-good God. Loki grinned darkly down at you and you swore if looks could kill, the God of Mischief would be no more. "Don't. You. Dare. Loki." You hissed out. This only seemed to make his grin widen.

He leaned in, his cool breath tickling your ear and neck, making you shiver beneath him. "You should know not to dare me, darling," he purred. Leaning back, he smirked down at you and your (e/c) eyes widened as you began struggling beneath him. "No, please. Loki I'll do anything just don't--!" You were cut short as his fingers danced across your waist and you let out a squeal. You were withering beneath him and trying to break his hold on you but his grip only tightened as he continued his assault.

"L-L-Lo-ki!!!! St-AHHH-P!!!!" You were laughing uncontrollably and wiggling around so much that even Loki himself began to laugh. After awhile, your face was redder than Tony's Iron Man suit and you were gulping in air between your fits of laughter. Once Loki seemed satisfied with his job, he rolled and landed neatly on the floor, one knee on the ground.

Your giggles subsided and you greedily sucked in the much needed oxygen while one hand held your side and the other fanned your heated face. Once you deemed your voice steady enough to use, you cast a half-hearted glare to Loki, who still sat on one knee and was grinning warmly at you. "Why do you enjoy torturing me to the point where I can't breath?"

Loki tilted his head innocently and rest his chin on his arm that was draped on his elevated knee. "It's not my fault your so sensitive to a mere touch, (y/n)." He only chuckled softly when you responded my mumbling indecent things. He stood to his full height and held out his hand which you took without hesitation. Still holding your hand, Loki dragged you to your bedroom (since this was your floor in the Tower) and he soft tossed you onto the large bed. You leaned back on your hands and watched him rummage through your shelf of movies.

Loki's been at the tower for about half a year after returning from Asgard. The others were hesitant on Loki living with them but turns out he's not so bad. You remember the first few weeks with Loki at the tower was pure chaos. Random fights would break out and you were forced to act like a scolding mother with a house full of disobedient kids. Pranks were pulled and people had laughs and anger towards the playful God and you simply stood to the side, watching as Loki grew on all of them, including you.

If the other wanted to find the troublesome Loki all they had to do was find you and they would find him. You two had grew close, sharing family issues and more than one hobby. So it was no surprise to you when Loki turned back around to you in your room holding out his favorite Disney movie. The Lion King. You grinned at him and nodded and he slid the disk in and the movie began soon after. You had forced Loki to watch a complete marathon of Disney movies with you and he like quite a few while some he simply scoffed at.

You scooted over on the bed and Loki hopped up next to you. You leaned against him and he lazily wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the movie progressed. Finishing the movie more than an hour later, you attempted to stand to pick a new movie but Loki grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. Your eyes widened as Loki buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Loki? Are you feeling alright?" You felt him nod against you. After a moment of silence you heard a mumbled "(y/n)?"

"Yes?" You raised an eyebrow. This wasn't like Loki at all. Loki leaned back and looked down at you, his blue-green eyes clouded with so many emotions it made your head hurt trying to decipher them. "(y/n)...I-I think...I mean I enjoy your company and- I just....like you," he murmured the last part and looked down, avoiding your gaze.

You smiled to yourself. So that's why he was acting so strange. Your heart beat quickened and you smiled stupidly. Your crush wasn't one sided. Realizing you hadn't spoken yet, you placed your hands on either side of Loki's face, forcing him to look up at you.

His face looked dejected before you even said anything. You knew how he feared of rejection, from his family and from his small amount of friends and now especially you. Without saying a word, you brought his lips to yours. You felt him tense up at the unexpected action but only a second later he responded. His arms tightened around your waist and you wrapped your fingers in his long raven hair. Breaking for air, you leaned your forehead against his, smiling softly. "Loki...I like you too." Loki's face lit up and he crushed you further against him as he again buried his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair. "Loki! Can't. Breathe."

A deep chuckle was his reply as he slightly loosened his grip. "Sorry, love. You just don't know how happy you made me." It was your turn to chuckle. "I think I can imagine." He gave you a crooked grin and one more gentle kiss.

You and Loki spent the rest of the day wrapped in blankets watching movies and talking about everything and anything. Loki might be a God of Mischief, but from then on, he was your God of Mischief.