3, 7 And 9 For Loki

3, 7 and 9 for Loki

It takes a lot to make Loki sick, so when he does he's an absolute bear and wants to be doted on. Plus, kisses make the ache/hurt feel better.

You Make It Better

Loki x reader

Words: 347

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Based on:

3. Acts like a baby when they’re sick

7. Secretly loves nose/forehead kisses

9.Gets cranky when they’re tired

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“Darliiiinnggg,” dragged a hoarse voice coming from your bedroom.

“I’m coming,” you say, putting the finishing touches on the hot tea.

Loki was sick, or something of the sort. You didn’t exactly know what it was and at first when you pointed out he was ill, he declined, claiming that he doesn’t get sick. But it was obvious; the tired eyes, the unusual unkempt look, his more irritable than usual tone, it was obvious that he wasn’t well.

After disagreeing with you for about an hour, you’ve somehow done it. You’ve convinced him to take a nap and the moment his body hit your bed, his attitude melted and he did a complete one-eighty.

His voice that was booming before was now soft with each word.

Currently finishing up, you slowly step into the bedroom with the cup in hand. Across the room, there Loki lay waiting for you.

“I made you Peppermint tea,” you said, holding it out.

He gently pushed your hand to the side, “I don’t need foolish tea,” he said. “Okay, what do you need then? Cold water? A warm towel? A cold towel?”

Despite being unwell, that didn’t stop a grin from spreading along on his face, without a word he tugged you downwards and you leaned lowering your head closer. Bringing both of his warm hands to your cheeks he continues to pull you. You expect him to stop sometime, but he pulls you until your lips are against his forehead. Then he leans back satisfied, “much better,” he says with a wink and you shake your head with a grin.

“Get some rest,” you say, turning around to leave the room. “Wait!” He shouts and you turn back, “I need one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

His arms extended out, “Your warmth.”

Although a little bit surprised, you can’t help but grin to yourself, who would’ve thought that the man who used to abhor romance would be laying in front of you begging for your cuddles.

You climbed into his arms making yourself the little spoon before you relaxed against him.

[Y/N, on her first mission as an Avenger, after graduating SHIELD Academy]

*they break into the bad guys house*

Y/N: You know what they don't teach you at the academy? It's better to be a criminal.

Y/N: *admiring the luxurious house*

Natasha: *hits the back of Y/N’s head*

I mostly post for Loki Laufeyson and Natasha Romanoff at the moment, but don’t be surprised if I throw someone else in here once in a while !

I only have one shots posted currently, but I do plan on posting some short fics here in the future !

What you can expect from me: angst, smut, fluff, comfort fics, hard kinks, soft kinks, and more !

(Warnings will of course be placed on any kinks.)

What you won’t see from me: incest, CNC/r*pe, scat/piss, non consensual physical ab*se/mental abuse, or anything similar.

(Any requests containing any of these will be deleted and ignored.)

If you have any requests or asks don’t be shy to ask !

“I love you - Billie Eilish” Loki x Russian!reader

Fics !

Ultraviolence

Loki x oc

One Shots !

“Don’t cry.. oh please don’t cry..”

Loki x f!Reader

“Sanctity”

Loki x sh!Reader

Nothing yet ! Check back later :3

Natasha: You need to lie still, Y/n. You've lost a lot of blood.

Y/n: I didn't lose my blood

Y/n: *points to a puddle of blood* it's right there

Y/N: Nat and I do not have pet names for each other.

Yelena: Uh huh…

Yelena: Hey, what’s another word for mom?

Y/N: Mommy?

Natasha, from the other room: Yeah babe?

Yelena: Don’t lie to my face again.

new person: i’m late to this fandom/ship.. there’s not much point writing fic/making art for it is there?

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