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I need a Loki in my Life!!!
It’s too hot for this!!! I want to cuddle him to cool me off!!!
can you please do a plus size reader that has an eating disorder and he helps her see her beauty? It would mean alot to me. it doesnt have to have smut. if not its ok really!
This is my longest drabble till date, all because I couldn't make myself stop! Get ready for some major FLUFF!
It was a hot summer day, and everyone was enjoying a nice pool party at Tony Stark's vacation home.
Well, everyone but you.
As one of his assistants, it was your job to be there. Because despite the vacation mood, Tony Stark was always working.
He had invited you over as well, but since the theme was swimwear, you stood out like a sore thumb in your loose summer dress.
Why the summer dress? Because you felt terribly self-conscious among all these 'god bods,' given how you were a plus sized individual.
Needless to say, your mood was off and you were not really involved in the party. You just hung out in the shade, away from the pool itself, and busied yourself with making perfunctory adjustments to Stark's schedule and project related orders.
So you were genuinely startled when someone slid into the chair next to you and offered you a bowl of fruit.
Looking up, you discovered that it was Loki, mischief personified. Just like you, he wasn’t dressed for the pool either--wearing a simple charcoal t-shirt and pants instead (still looked smoking hot, though).
Immediately, you were on high alert, wondering if some kind of trick was up his sleeve. Why else would he approach you? Because despite your inherent attraction to him, he had never really shown interest in you. Hell, he hadn’t interacted with you beyond whatever was required for his involvement in Stark's various pet projects. Why now?
“Umm… hi?” you began awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you straightened up, brushing the folds of your dress to smoothen it.”May I help you with something?”
“Hello dear,” he said, tilting his head a bit, his handsome face inscrutable. “Always so professional and to the point. What are you doing here, all by yourself?”
The fruit bowl was still on offer, and honestly, you didn’t know what to do with it. So you ignored it.
“I’m still working,” you tried to explain.
“No, you aren’t,” he countered quickly, not letting you go on any further. “Stark’s affirmations aside, I’m pretty good at detecting deception. You’re not working, you’re hiding. I’m curious as to why.”
That was… too on the nose. And it made you feel as though you were a bug and he had you under a magnifying glass.
You didn’t like that. So you showed him your tablet with the scheduling app open in it.
“You’re far too confident about your observations, good sir.”
He chuckled, picking a grape from the bowl he was still holding out for you. “Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.”
“The sound of what?”
He popped the grape in his mouth and chewed slowly, gazing into your eyes all this while. “Nevermind.”
The fruit bowl was pushed at you again. This time, more insistently. You sighed.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You never really are, are you?”
You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”
“We are on our third day of vacation, and I haven’t seen you eat much up till now. During meal times, you’re either not present at the table, or you simply eat like a wee bird. And even now, you’re resisting.”
His observation wasn’t wrong at all. You were just too anxious about food, especially around other people, and it messed with your appetite in a big way. You ended up skipping your meals a lot, even though you knew that it wasn’t healthy.
Still, it rankled that he was pointing it out so openly.
“It isn’t your job to watch my eating habits.”
“But what if I make it so?”
What did that even mean?
You frowned as you set the tablet aside and turned towards him fully, still ignoring the fruit bowl. “There’s no need. I’m fine. I… ate earlier.”
He sighed, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “As I said, I can detect deception. Try again. How about actually eating one of these with me?” He nodded at the fruits again.
Seriously, what was his problem? Was he hazing you? Trying to tease you about your weight or something?
“I don’t feel hungry.”
“Is that an honest answer?” he asked, grasping your hand.
What happened next startled you enough to make you yelp.
He freaking teleported you!
“Loki! What the hell?!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arms and held onto him, having lost your sense of balance as you whooshed through the air. “Why did you do this?”
“I thought it convenient,” was all you got in response, much to your growing annoyance.
“Cut it out! Stop this… prank…trick… whatever it is that you’re trying to pull on me!” you cried out, pushing away from him finally.
As you looked around, you discovered that he had brought you to your suite. For unknown, likely stupid reasons.
“Prank?” He grasped your hand again, much more gently this time. “No. That’s only reserved for the individuals wading in the waterhole outside.”
“Then what is the meaning of… all this? Why the fruit bowl? Why bring me here? What do you want?”
“You aren’t taking care of yourself; I noticed,” he replied, sounding earnest this time, even though you still had your doubts about why he was so focused on you. “I know that you don’t trust me, because of my notoriety and past actions, but I promise you, my intentions are honest and my concern genuine. Till date, I have observed you from afar, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my presence, for obvious reasons. But I couldn’t take it anymore…”
You still couldn’t quite believe his words. “Why do you care?”
He looked away for a bit, out the window of your living room, as if contemplating what he’d say next. Then, his gaze sharpened as it turned back to you. “You’re sweet and kind, sharp of wit, knowledgeable and resourceful in ways that are lost to me, ethereal in your beauty and full of quiet grace; I feel drawn to you. Why shouldn’t I? Is there a rule that stops me from caring about someone like you? Or is it that you think me incapable of doing so?”
You just stared at him in disbelief. Did he actually mean all of that? But…
“That’s not it, Loki. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, prying your eyes away from his intense gaze. It was making you hot all over. “The unspoken societal norms say that you shouldn’t. I’m just Mr. Stark’s tubby, lowly assistant. Technically, you don’t even know me. I don’t actually belong here; I’m only here because of my job.”
He took your name then, softly, in a lilting tone that made you feel… special, somehow. Like you were the centre of his universe. It was unnerving as much as it was flattering. It made you freeze like a deer in headlights.
“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t know you that well. One can only do so much from afar, after all. But I want to know you. Will you turn me away? And even when you do… do you think that I will stop caring about you? Do you think that the heart works on such cold logic?”
His hand framed your cheek then, drawing you in even as you desperately tried to make sense of and accept what he was saying.
You didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. You simply watched him in mute surprise and growing nerves, your lips parting slowly as he caressed your face in tender supplication.
“Please, let me take care of you. Let me prove to you that I’m not tricking you. I want to see you happy and thriving.”
You blinked several times as you tried to absorb his confession. It still didn’t make sense, but his eyes held an honesty to them that couldn’t be denied. Yes, he was the trickster who everyone was wary of, but at present, he wasn’t playing that role.
There was no benefit to be had in playing tricks on you, after all. You had always treated him with respect; he had no reason to be antagonistic towards you.
“I… I don’t feel comfortable eating around other people,” you admitted finally, looking down in shame. “I feel like a fat pig who’s gorging on food, that everyone is judging me for simply existing. I’m sorry I was so standoffish about it.”
“You needn’t apologize. I may not know exactly how it feels to be in your position, but I do know how it feels to be uncomfortable in one’s own skin.” He pressed his forehead to yours, just holding you close as he said that.
The simple intimacy of it was a great comfort, one you didn’t even know you needed.
Slowly, you let go of the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, wrapping your arms around him.
“You really think I’m beautiful?” you whispered, too afraid to ask aloud.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked rhetorically, tracing your lips with his thumb. The sensual touch was utterly disarming. “You don’t see yourself as I see you, sweet one. I think I’ll make it my mission in life to make you believe it. Will you allow me?”
Your whole face was on fire. “Are you asking me out?”
He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “That is exactly what I’m doing.”
When he kissed you, your whole body felt electrified. This had to be a dream… and you were about to wake up. You wanted to wake up, because this would otherwise be horribly cruel on you.
But you didn’t wake up… because, you discovered, as he backed you up against a wall, that you weren’t dreaming. This was real. His coaxing lips on yours was very tangible and alluring.
You shivered and gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing against yours, dominant but still tender. For the next few moments you were completely lost to the world, being held by the dreamiest guy you had ever met.
No, he wasn’t a mere ‘guy,’ he was an otherworldly being, a god… and he had chosen you.
“So, do you want to eat with me? I’m feeling quite famished now,” he murmured when your lips parted, breathing heavily.
He asked you so sweetly… How could you say no to that?
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” Taking your hand, he took you to the sofa and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “Let me feed you.”
Soon, you found yourself all wrapped up in him as he fed you the fruits, one bite at a time. After each bite, he kissed you, letting you feel the pure desire he held for you. Surprisingly, it helped you in keeping the food in, for he took your anxiety away with every little kiss he bestowed on you.
The fruit bowl was empty in no time at all… much to your amazement. All thanks to Loki… who had made you feel beautiful, who had pried your worries away with his sweet words and loving gestures.
And kisses. Lots of kisses.
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(Also posted on AO3. Please share and leave comments if you liked it.)
can you please do a plus size reader that has an eating disorder and he helps her see her beauty? It would mean alot to me. it doesnt have to have smut. if not its ok really!
This is my longest drabble till date, all because I couldn't make myself stop! Get ready for some major FLUFF!
It was a hot summer day, and everyone was enjoying a nice pool party at Tony Stark's vacation home.
Well, everyone but you.
As one of his assistants, it was your job to be there. Because despite the vacation mood, Tony Stark was always working.
He had invited you over as well, but since the theme was swimwear, you stood out like a sore thumb in your loose summer dress.
Why the summer dress? Because you felt terribly self-conscious among all these 'god bods,' given how you were a plus sized individual.
Needless to say, your mood was off and you were not really involved in the party. You just hung out in the shade, away from the pool itself, and busied yourself with making perfunctory adjustments to Stark's schedule and project related orders.
So you were genuinely startled when someone slid into the chair next to you and offered you a bowl of fruit.
Looking up, you discovered that it was Loki, mischief personified. Just like you, he wasn’t dressed for the pool either--wearing a simple charcoal t-shirt and pants instead (still looked smoking hot, though).
Immediately, you were on high alert, wondering if some kind of trick was up his sleeve. Why else would he approach you? Because despite your inherent attraction to him, he had never really shown interest in you. Hell, he hadn’t interacted with you beyond whatever was required for his involvement in Stark's various pet projects. Why now?
“Umm… hi?” you began awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you straightened up, brushing the folds of your dress to smoothen it.”May I help you with something?”
“Hello dear,” he said, tilting his head a bit, his handsome face inscrutable. “Always so professional and to the point. What are you doing here, all by yourself?”
The fruit bowl was still on offer, and honestly, you didn’t know what to do with it. So you ignored it.
“I’m still working,” you tried to explain.
“No, you aren’t,” he countered quickly, not letting you go on any further. “Stark’s affirmations aside, I’m pretty good at detecting deception. You’re not working, you’re hiding. I’m curious as to why.”
That was… too on the nose. And it made you feel as though you were a bug and he had you under a magnifying glass.
You didn’t like that. So you showed him your tablet with the scheduling app open in it.
“You’re far too confident about your observations, good sir.”
He chuckled, picking a grape from the bowl he was still holding out for you. “Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.”
“The sound of what?”
He popped the grape in his mouth and chewed slowly, gazing into your eyes all this while. “Nevermind.”
The fruit bowl was pushed at you again. This time, more insistently. You sighed.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You never really are, are you?”
You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”
“We are on our third day of vacation, and I haven’t seen you eat much up till now. During meal times, you’re either not present at the table, or you simply eat like a wee bird. And even now, you’re resisting.”
His observation wasn’t wrong at all. You were just too anxious about food, especially around other people, and it messed with your appetite in a big way. You ended up skipping your meals a lot, even though you knew that it wasn’t healthy.
Still, it rankled that he was pointing it out so openly.
“It isn’t your job to watch my eating habits.”
“But what if I make it so?”
What did that even mean?
You frowned as you set the tablet aside and turned towards him fully, still ignoring the fruit bowl. “There’s no need. I’m fine. I… ate earlier.”
He sighed, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “As I said, I can detect deception. Try again. How about actually eating one of these with me?” He nodded at the fruits again.
Seriously, what was his problem? Was he hazing you? Trying to tease you about your weight or something?
“I don’t feel hungry.”
“Is that an honest answer?” he asked, grasping your hand.
What happened next startled you enough to make you yelp.
He freaking teleported you!
“Loki! What the hell?!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arms and held onto him, having lost your sense of balance as you whooshed through the air. “Why did you do this?”
“I thought it convenient,” was all you got in response, much to your growing annoyance.
“Cut it out! Stop this… prank…trick… whatever it is that you’re trying to pull on me!” you cried out, pushing away from him finally.
As you looked around, you discovered that he had brought you to your suite. For unknown, likely stupid reasons.
“Prank?” He grasped your hand again, much more gently this time. “No. That’s only reserved for the individuals wading in the waterhole outside.”
“Then what is the meaning of… all this? Why the fruit bowl? Why bring me here? What do you want?”
“You aren’t taking care of yourself; I noticed,” he replied, sounding earnest this time, even though you still had your doubts about why he was so focused on you. “I know that you don’t trust me, because of my notoriety and past actions, but I promise you, my intentions are honest and my concern genuine. Till date, I have observed you from afar, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my presence, for obvious reasons. But I couldn’t take it anymore…”
You still couldn’t quite believe his words. “Why do you care?”
He looked away for a bit, out the window of your living room, as if contemplating what he’d say next. Then, his gaze sharpened as it turned back to you. “You’re sweet and kind, sharp of wit, knowledgeable and resourceful in ways that are lost to me, ethereal in your beauty and full of quiet grace; I feel drawn to you. Why shouldn’t I? Is there a rule that stops me from caring about someone like you? Or is it that you think me incapable of doing so?”
You just stared at him in disbelief. Did he actually mean all of that? But…
“That’s not it, Loki. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, prying your eyes away from his intense gaze. It was making you hot all over. “The unspoken societal norms say that you shouldn’t. I’m just Mr. Stark’s tubby, lowly assistant. Technically, you don’t even know me. I don’t actually belong here; I’m only here because of my job.”
He took your name then, softly, in a lilting tone that made you feel… special, somehow. Like you were the centre of his universe. It was unnerving as much as it was flattering. It made you freeze like a deer in headlights.
“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t know you that well. One can only do so much from afar, after all. But I want to know you. Will you turn me away? And even when you do… do you think that I will stop caring about you? Do you think that the heart works on such cold logic?”
His hand framed your cheek then, drawing you in even as you desperately tried to make sense of and accept what he was saying.
You didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. You simply watched him in mute surprise and growing nerves, your lips parting slowly as he caressed your face in tender supplication.
“Please, let me take care of you. Let me prove to you that I’m not tricking you. I want to see you happy and thriving.”
You blinked several times as you tried to absorb his confession. It still didn’t make sense, but his eyes held an honesty to them that couldn’t be denied. Yes, he was the trickster who everyone was wary of, but at present, he wasn’t playing that role.
There was no benefit to be had in playing tricks on you, after all. You had always treated him with respect; he had no reason to be antagonistic towards you.
“I… I don’t feel comfortable eating around other people,” you admitted finally, looking down in shame. “I feel like a fat pig who’s gorging on food, that everyone is judging me for simply existing. I’m sorry I was so standoffish about it.”
“You needn’t apologize. I may not know exactly how it feels to be in your position, but I do know how it feels to be uncomfortable in one’s own skin.” He pressed his forehead to yours, just holding you close as he said that.
The simple intimacy of it was a great comfort, one you didn’t even know you needed.
Slowly, you let go of the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, wrapping your arms around him.
“You really think I’m beautiful?” you whispered, too afraid to ask aloud.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked rhetorically, tracing your lips with his thumb. The sensual touch was utterly disarming. “You don’t see yourself as I see you, sweet one. I think I’ll make it my mission in life to make you believe it. Will you allow me?”
Your whole face was on fire. “Are you asking me out?”
He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “That is exactly what I’m doing.”
When he kissed you, your whole body felt electrified. This had to be a dream… and you were about to wake up. You wanted to wake up, because this would otherwise be horribly cruel on you.
But you didn’t wake up… because, you discovered, as he backed you up against a wall, that you weren’t dreaming. This was real. His coaxing lips on yours was very tangible and alluring.
You shivered and gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing against yours, dominant but still tender. For the next few moments you were completely lost to the world, being held by the dreamiest guy you had ever met.
No, he wasn’t a mere ‘guy,’ he was an otherworldly being, a god… and he had chosen you.
“So, do you want to eat with me? I’m feeling quite famished now,” he murmured when your lips parted, breathing heavily.
He asked you so sweetly… How could you say no to that?
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” Taking your hand, he took you to the sofa and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “Let me feed you.”
Soon, you found yourself all wrapped up in him as he fed you the fruits, one bite at a time. After each bite, he kissed you, letting you feel the pure desire he held for you. Surprisingly, it helped you in keeping the food in, for he took your anxiety away with every little kiss he bestowed on you.
The fruit bowl was empty in no time at all… much to your amazement. All thanks to Loki… who had made you feel beautiful, who had pried your worries away with his sweet words and loving gestures.
And kisses. Lots of kisses.
-----
(Also posted on AO3. Please share and leave comments if you liked it.)
can you please do a plus size reader that has an eating disorder and he helps her see her beauty? It would mean alot to me. it doesnt have to have smut. if not its ok really!
This is my longest drabble till date, all because I couldn't make myself stop! Get ready for some major FLUFF!
It was a hot summer day, and everyone was enjoying a nice pool party at Tony Stark's vacation home.
Well, everyone but you.
As one of his assistants, it was your job to be there. Because despite the vacation mood, Tony Stark was always working.
He had invited you over as well, but since the theme was swimwear, you stood out like a sore thumb in your loose summer dress.
Why the summer dress? Because you felt terribly self-conscious among all these 'god bods,' given how you were a plus sized individual.
Needless to say, your mood was off and you were not really involved in the party. You just hung out in the shade, away from the pool itself, and busied yourself with making perfunctory adjustments to Stark's schedule and project related orders.
So you were genuinely startled when someone slid into the chair next to you and offered you a bowl of fruit.
Looking up, you discovered that it was Loki, mischief personified. Just like you, he wasn’t dressed for the pool either--wearing a simple charcoal t-shirt and pants instead (still looked smoking hot, though).
Immediately, you were on high alert, wondering if some kind of trick was up his sleeve. Why else would he approach you? Because despite your inherent attraction to him, he had never really shown interest in you. Hell, he hadn’t interacted with you beyond whatever was required for his involvement in Stark's various pet projects. Why now?
“Umm… hi?” you began awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you straightened up, brushing the folds of your dress to smoothen it.”May I help you with something?”
“Hello dear,” he said, tilting his head a bit, his handsome face inscrutable. “Always so professional and to the point. What are you doing here, all by yourself?”
The fruit bowl was still on offer, and honestly, you didn’t know what to do with it. So you ignored it.
“I’m still working,” you tried to explain.
“No, you aren’t,” he countered quickly, not letting you go on any further. “Stark’s affirmations aside, I’m pretty good at detecting deception. You’re not working, you’re hiding. I’m curious as to why.”
That was… too on the nose. And it made you feel as though you were a bug and he had you under a magnifying glass.
You didn’t like that. So you showed him your tablet with the scheduling app open in it.
“You’re far too confident about your observations, good sir.”
He chuckled, picking a grape from the bowl he was still holding out for you. “Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.”
“The sound of what?”
He popped the grape in his mouth and chewed slowly, gazing into your eyes all this while. “Nevermind.”
The fruit bowl was pushed at you again. This time, more insistently. You sighed.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You never really are, are you?”
You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”
“We are on our third day of vacation, and I haven’t seen you eat much up till now. During meal times, you’re either not present at the table, or you simply eat like a wee bird. And even now, you’re resisting.”
His observation wasn’t wrong at all. You were just too anxious about food, especially around other people, and it messed with your appetite in a big way. You ended up skipping your meals a lot, even though you knew that it wasn’t healthy.
Still, it rankled that he was pointing it out so openly.
“It isn’t your job to watch my eating habits.”
“But what if I make it so?”
What did that even mean?
You frowned as you set the tablet aside and turned towards him fully, still ignoring the fruit bowl. “There’s no need. I’m fine. I… ate earlier.”
He sighed, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “As I said, I can detect deception. Try again. How about actually eating one of these with me?” He nodded at the fruits again.
Seriously, what was his problem? Was he hazing you? Trying to tease you about your weight or something?
“I don’t feel hungry.”
“Is that an honest answer?” he asked, grasping your hand.
What happened next startled you enough to make you yelp.
He freaking teleported you!
“Loki! What the hell?!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arms and held onto him, having lost your sense of balance as you whooshed through the air. “Why did you do this?”
“I thought it convenient,” was all you got in response, much to your growing annoyance.
“Cut it out! Stop this… prank…trick… whatever it is that you’re trying to pull on me!” you cried out, pushing away from him finally.
As you looked around, you discovered that he had brought you to your suite. For unknown, likely stupid reasons.
“Prank?” He grasped your hand again, much more gently this time. “No. That’s only reserved for the individuals wading in the waterhole outside.”
“Then what is the meaning of… all this? Why the fruit bowl? Why bring me here? What do you want?”
“You aren’t taking care of yourself; I noticed,” he replied, sounding earnest this time, even though you still had your doubts about why he was so focused on you. “I know that you don’t trust me, because of my notoriety and past actions, but I promise you, my intentions are honest and my concern genuine. Till date, I have observed you from afar, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my presence, for obvious reasons. But I couldn’t take it anymore…”
You still couldn’t quite believe his words. “Why do you care?”
He looked away for a bit, out the window of your living room, as if contemplating what he’d say next. Then, his gaze sharpened as it turned back to you. “You’re sweet and kind, sharp of wit, knowledgeable and resourceful in ways that are lost to me, ethereal in your beauty and full of quiet grace; I feel drawn to you. Why shouldn’t I? Is there a rule that stops me from caring about someone like you? Or is it that you think me incapable of doing so?”
You just stared at him in disbelief. Did he actually mean all of that? But…
“That’s not it, Loki. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, prying your eyes away from his intense gaze. It was making you hot all over. “The unspoken societal norms say that you shouldn’t. I’m just Mr. Stark’s tubby, lowly assistant. Technically, you don’t even know me. I don’t actually belong here; I’m only here because of my job.”
He took your name then, softly, in a lilting tone that made you feel… special, somehow. Like you were the centre of his universe. It was unnerving as much as it was flattering. It made you freeze like a deer in headlights.
“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t know you that well. One can only do so much from afar, after all. But I want to know you. Will you turn me away? And even when you do… do you think that I will stop caring about you? Do you think that the heart works on such cold logic?”
His hand framed your cheek then, drawing you in even as you desperately tried to make sense of and accept what he was saying.
You didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. You simply watched him in mute surprise and growing nerves, your lips parting slowly as he caressed your face in tender supplication.
“Please, let me take care of you. Let me prove to you that I’m not tricking you. I want to see you happy and thriving.”
You blinked several times as you tried to absorb his confession. It still didn’t make sense, but his eyes held an honesty to them that couldn’t be denied. Yes, he was the trickster who everyone was wary of, but at present, he wasn’t playing that role.
There was no benefit to be had in playing tricks on you, after all. You had always treated him with respect; he had no reason to be antagonistic towards you.
“I… I don’t feel comfortable eating around other people,” you admitted finally, looking down in shame. “I feel like a fat pig who’s gorging on food, that everyone is judging me for simply existing. I’m sorry I was so standoffish about it.”
“You needn’t apologize. I may not know exactly how it feels to be in your position, but I do know how it feels to be uncomfortable in one’s own skin.” He pressed his forehead to yours, just holding you close as he said that.
The simple intimacy of it was a great comfort, one you didn’t even know you needed.
Slowly, you let go of the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, wrapping your arms around him.
“You really think I’m beautiful?” you whispered, too afraid to ask aloud.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked rhetorically, tracing your lips with his thumb. The sensual touch was utterly disarming. “You don’t see yourself as I see you, sweet one. I think I’ll make it my mission in life to make you believe it. Will you allow me?”
Your whole face was on fire. “Are you asking me out?”
He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “That is exactly what I’m doing.”
When he kissed you, your whole body felt electrified. This had to be a dream… and you were about to wake up. You wanted to wake up, because this would otherwise be horribly cruel on you.
But you didn’t wake up… because, you discovered, as he backed you up against a wall, that you weren’t dreaming. This was real. His coaxing lips on yours was very tangible and alluring.
You shivered and gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing against yours, dominant but still tender. For the next few moments you were completely lost to the world, being held by the dreamiest guy you had ever met.
No, he wasn’t a mere ‘guy,’ he was an otherworldly being, a god… and he had chosen you.
“So, do you want to eat with me? I’m feeling quite famished now,” he murmured when your lips parted, breathing heavily.
He asked you so sweetly… How could you say no to that?
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” Taking your hand, he took you to the sofa and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “Let me feed you.”
Soon, you found yourself all wrapped up in him as he fed you the fruits, one bite at a time. After each bite, he kissed you, letting you feel the pure desire he held for you. Surprisingly, it helped you in keeping the food in, for he took your anxiety away with every little kiss he bestowed on you.
The fruit bowl was empty in no time at all… much to your amazement. All thanks to Loki… who had made you feel beautiful, who had pried your worries away with his sweet words and loving gestures.
And kisses. Lots of kisses.
-----
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Love is blind- Loki
Summary: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Loki, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO?
Pairing: Loki X Reader (Plus Size)
Warnings: Talk of grief, Fluff, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, some angst.
Chapter 1:
“Is love blind, can an emotional connection be strong enough to last a lifetime? Over the course of this experiment, we hope to not only find the answer. Over the next 2 weeks the 14 of you in this room will be dating 14 other individuals in another section of the estate but will never see their faces. That is until you find the one you think is your perfect match, get a proposal, AND a yes.” Nick Fury stood imposingly in front of the group of women, while his colleague Maria Hill was giving us a hopeful smile. “Are you ladies ready to meet your potential husbands?” Fury smirked at all of us like a cat does a mouse. And I couldn’t help but question what I had gotten myself into.
Six months ago, I lost my dad. He was my best friend and the person I could always rely on. My mom was devastated, he was her other half. I’ve never seen a connection like theirs anywhere else, they understood everything the other needed without question. They moved as one and finished each other’s sentences, they made it look so effortless. I’ve spent my whole life looking for that connection, my equal who will understand me completely.
In today’s world of “dating” apps where love = dick pics and messy one night stands that end in you being ghosted, my view on love isn’t exactly the standard anymore. It doesn’t help either that most of the guys are superficial pigs who neg woman for their skin color, fashion sense and most commonly, their size. As a size 22, I’m not exactly what most go for. I can’t count the number of comments I’ve received over the years on dates. “Don’t worry, you’ll lose the weight”, “You’d be so pretty if you just ate a salad”, “You looked smaller in your pics, stop fishing using angles.”
Fuck them! My diet is balanced, and I do cardio and strength training. I’m just curvy. Not my fault that they can’t handle all I have to give. I love my body, now I just need to meet the man who can handle all of me. And that’s when I got the ad, an email from the ShieldsDown app, the dating app made by Shield Corp. designed for serious relationships only. I had applied and was pending approval, only to get an invitation to participate in their latest experiment. Why not? Let’s just hope I don’t get my heart broken; a gal can only take so much. I smiled at the screen as I press accept.
Now I’m one in a room of 14 beautiful women, all shapes, sizes, and shades, all awaiting the green light to enter their pods. Some of them seem great, like my roommate Nat, a beautiful red head with a light creamy complexion, she has a slight accent, but I can’t place it. Then there’s Pepper, a gorgeous and very thin woman dressed in designer clothing, such an elegant poise to her. A few others seemed nice enough, a young red head named Wanda, an enchanting woman with mocha skin, a shaved head and serious expression named Okoye, those are just a few that I’ve bonded with. But not everyone is very supportive of the “competition” as some put it. One being a blonde girl next door type named Sharon, her face is pretty, and her hair is a nice style, but her personality is so toxic. I’m already done with her, and we only met 4 hours ago.
A buzzer sounded and the lights by our doors turned green, signaling that our pods were ready for our first dates. I turned to my new friends and looked them each in the eye with a nervous smile. Wanda looked excited, Nat looked bored, and Pepper was so nervous she was wiping her palms on her Gucci pantsuit.
“Good luck ladies” I forced passed the lump in my throat as I opened the door to my future. “Wish me luck Daddy, I think this is it.”
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“Hello Darling, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” a smooth silky monotone voice greeted me. I couldn’t help the flush rising in my cheek.
God, why did the first one have to be British? I love accents! I can already feel my knees getting weaker. SHIT!! How long has it been since he spoke? Get it together Y/N!
“Y/N, and the gentleman with the delicious accent would be?” I replied, grateful that my voice wasn’t as shaky as my legs.
I heard a deep chuckle from the other side of the wall. “Loki darling, a pleasure.”
Inspecting the room as a distraction, I realized it only contained a large sofa and a coffee table, both facing a wall with a light up blue stained-glass wall with a speaker on each side. I got settled in while I asked him about his room, to which he replied with similar descriptions. After that topic was used up an awkward silence started to creep in.
“Ok, I’ll just say what we are both thinking. This is weird.” I break the tense silence and hear another chuckle. “Admit it, it’s true. I mean we are talking through speakers near a wall to a Stanger, who may or may not be our spouse in one month.”
“It is quite odd, never really thought this would be how I’d find my partner. Or that I’d even get a say.” The last sentence was almost mumbled, as if it was an after thought spoken aloud.
“Wait, so is your family into arranged marriages, is that what I’m hearing?”
“Technically yes, the only exception being that my parents, well adopted parents, chose each other. So, they felt like it was fate that they were paired together.” His voice sounded so wistful when he spoke about them, you couldn’t help but pick up on certain things.
“You lost them.” It wasn’t a question, he spoke about them with a love and sadness that you understood completely, the same way you sounded when you talked about your dad. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
There was a stunned pause, “How?” he questioned. “You too.” In that moment he felt at ease, someone else understood his pain. They didn’t pity him for his loss, they just felt a shared pain of their own.
“Yeah, my dad. He passed back in July.” The tears were falling silently down your face. You laughed the pain away. “And this is why I suck at dating! First 5 minutes and I’m talking about death. So romantic.” He laughs with you, “I think the blame for this interesting turn of conversation rests on both of us Darling, not just you. And as far as death, I’ve delt with my fair share of loss. When opening up to someone it’s inevitable that the topic with take a grim turn at some point. I rather like that we got it out of the way early on.” I could almost feel his warm smile as he spoke to me.
Over the next hour we stayed on lighter topics, do we have any siblings, our favorite subjects from school, and even most played song this year. Loki has one brother and one sister, both his father’s biological children, but the oldest, Hela, was from a previous marriage. Loki’s favorite subjects were English, theatre and music, very unsurprising as he seems highly educated and elegant in his speech. His most played song, however, was very surprising. Hank Williams’ Hey Good Lookin, which I got a rendition of as proof. He even makes my southern accent sound sexy, damn.
We were interrupted by the buzzer and red light near our separate exits. I let out an involuntary sigh, my disappointment evident.
“I don’t want to leave either Darling, but rest assured you will be hearing from me again. Very soon.” Loki smiled at the glass on his side.
A smile light up my face, “If we must. I fear I may be bored until then Loki, so try to make it quick.” Our light banter coming naturally as if we had known each other for years instead of minutes.”
“Until then darling.” He heard the click of her door closing and with that sound his heart sealing on her. His Y/N, she was the one. He just knew it. Mother help him, is this how Odin felt when he met Frigga? If so, he understood why his father made the nine realms bow to him to keep her safe. He would do anything for this witty, energetic, and enchanting woman, and he had yet to even see her face.
Love is Blind- Loki
Chapter 2:
Summery: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Loki, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO?
Pairing: Loki X Reader (Plus Size)
Warnings: Talk of grief, Fluff, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, some angst.
The procession went on after I left Loki, I visited 6 more pods that day and spoke to some interesting characters. One was a timid man with a quite nature named Bruce, I had a feeling he wasn’t quite what he portrays himself to be, that there’s a great deal beneath those still waters. There were a few other that I couldn’t connect with. Tony, the narcissist who talked a great deal about physical appearance, highly unlikely to be a match there. Scott was another one, very energetic and friendly, but also reckless, he told me stories of his misspent youth. I prefer certainty and planning out my life instead of rolling the dice. Another one was Thor, who turned out to be Loki’s brother, seemed friendly and once I mentioned Loki he opened and even encouraged me to nourish that connection. I could feel the love and concern for Loki in his voice, it made me long for a sibling of my own, maybe Thor will be that for me as well. The other two weren’t really that interesting, nothing stood out to me other than Peter, the one who yelled at me for never having seen Footloose, the “greatest movie of all time”, and Clint, who was very neutral, only talking to me like you would a coworker, he even called me “bro”.
Finally, round one of the pods was over, having talked to 7 of the 14 men the ladies were all abuzz with gossip. I wasn’t really one for girl talk so I sat next to my new friends with a mug of warm chai tea.
Nat went on and on about Clint, she was drawn to his brash humor and reserved nature. They seemed like a good pair to be honest.
Pepper was complaining about Tony, his slightly sexist comments and innuendos were irking her, and she just couldn’t seem to shake him out of her mind. If I was a betting woman, I’d say those two are either getting married by the end of this or, more likely, getting engaged just to have intense hate sex and then crash and burn. Either way, there are in for a ride for sure.
Wanda blushingly gushed about a sweet man named Vis, drawn to his kind energy and somewhat gullible nature. I decided to take my visit with him to fish for his feelings for Wanda, I’m not the kind to stab another woman in the back, us girls gotta stick together, especially in here.
A cackle echoed through the room from a group of women in the other corner. Their loud comments as clear as if they were right next to me.
“He just sounds so perfect, like one of those gentlemen in the 40’s or 50’s who provide everything for their wife. I’d love to be spoiled and pampered.” Sharon’s annoyingly gushed.
Figures the self-centered one would want a man to dote on her hand and foot. God, I feel for that poor sap named Steve.
The group slowly dispersed to their separate suites, Nat and Y/n leaving next to last and going to their individual rooms.
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The next morning Y/n woke up bright and early, very unlike her, excited for day two of the introductions. Dressed in denim shorts and a flowery top with cold shoulders, hair thrown up in a cute messy bun and a pair of tie-dye classic Reebok shoes. Finishing the look are your dark framed glasses.
The rest of the morning went by in a blur or excitement and stress from all the girls. Breakfast was practically inhaled off the island, and the coffee pods were almost empty, guess not many people slept well. Finally, all the women arrived at their first pods of the day, the lights turn green, and they all open their doors.
I enter the pod to hear a scratching sound. My brows scrunch in confusion. There is no other sound, just the scratching and maybe a shuffling of paper.
“Hello?” The scratching sound immediately stops, and a throat clears before I hear a rich deep voice reply.
“Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Steve.” His voice is deep but hesitant, almost shy, or embarrassed.
“So, you’re the one half the ladies are fussing over. Tell me mister popular, what’s your deal? How did you charm practically every woman you’ve talked to so far?” I teased.
“Frankly?” He responded with a chuckle,” I have no clue. I just talked to them, asked them about themselves. The usual questions about family, job, hobbies. I’ve never been the pickup lines kind of guy.”
“Ok, I respect that. Smooth snarky comments aren’t everything, they often are used just to hide one’s own insecurities.” I looked down at my waist, remembering how I used to feel growing up being the “big” girl that no guys showed interest in. “I been guilty of that myself quite often.”
“I know a little something about those too. I just prefer the honest route. I was the scrawny kid who had a mouth on him, didn’t know when to back down. Then I joined the army, got in shape, and ended up opening my own gym run by Veterans like myself. Even now, when I look in the mirror all I see is the tiny version of me that I hated.” There was a notable heavy pause. “Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m going on about.” He tried to laugh off the awkward tension.
“Actually, I do know. I’m not, nor have I ever been tiny. The exact opposite in fact. I used to look in the mirror and I remember asking myself why I was so big, no matter how much I watch my diet, how many miles I ran, how much I could lift, I couldn’t get any smaller. I just would cry myself to sleep wondering why I didn’t look like everyone else.” Silent tears flow down my face, my voice trembling slightly. “But I realized that that was never in the cards for me. I kept a balanced diet and exercise, but I don’t care how many pounds are on the scale or how many x’s are before the word large on my clothes. I’m happy with the way I look, and I love myself. That’s what really matters.”
“You’re amazing.” His voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve changed the way I look entirely, and I still don’t really feel comfortable in my own skin. You were able to do what I never could. “
“Accept myself?” I asked confused.
“Love myself.” He replied sadly.
“We’ll just have to work on that then. Won’t we?” I smiled, hopeful that I could help someone else love themselves, just as they are.
We went on for the remaining hour discussing our outlets for when we are feeling insecure. Turns out we have a similar love for art, and history. My obsessed monologue about the English monarchies was interrupted by the red light flashing.
“And I was just getting to Elizabeth! Well, I guess we’ll just start with her next time.” I huffed in fake agitation.
“I’ll remind you where we left off, her “daddy issues” as you called them.” His deep chuckle warming the room.
We went our separate ways out of our pods, and I went on to the next feeling hopeful. If I don’t find a husband, at least I’ll be leaving with some great new friends. Knowing no matter what, I love myself.
Love Is Blind Masterlist
Summary: You join an experiment for Shield Corp’s new dating app. You must see if you can find the one to spend your life with sight unseen. Your heart is set on Someone, but will your differences outweigh your love? Will you stand at the alter and say I DO?
Loki-
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Steve-
Tony-
