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Asgardian Liquor (Loki x reader) - One Shot
Loki x Reader (AU)
Request by @tom-hlover: Loki x reader (Midgardian) AU where the reader is a nerdy and shy type of secretary who surprisingly became close friends with Loki, one night out of curiosity reader wanted to try Asgardian alcoholic drink as offered by Loki (they take turns in introducing things from both worlds: like food books and such), reader became drunk easily and accidentally kissed Loki on the lips.
Word count: 3.7k.
Warnings: FLOOF AHEAD.
A/n: I know Loki is not Odinson, he’s Laufeyson but I still named him Odinson in the fic. (Because I can.)
You let out a loud huff as you bent down to pick up the massive pile of papers that someone has knocked down for the third time from your desk; too shy to ask them for help you just let the person walk away without even saying sorry to you for what they just did.
You were muttering curse words under your breath as you collected the scattered papers all around the floor beside your desk outside your boss’s office; thank god he wasn’t here yet. Your skirt wasn’t helping you either; you somehow managed to hold it while picking up the papers for the sake of your modesty.
“You Okay, Love?” A familiar voice said, and you looked up; There stood your new boss with his charming smile that never fails to make your week on your knees.
“Yeah, it’s fine, I’m fine.” You replied with a forced smile and he bent down to help you.
“It's Okay, Mr. Odinson. I can manage.” You said, but he looked insistent on helping you. Honestly, it was the first time you were seeing him so up close and you were surprised to see just how beautiful he was even from this angle. Okay, you need to get over it, he’s your boss. You thought and you stared at his perfect face. “Thanks.” You managed to speak out as the two of you got up and he placed the papers on your desk.
“How many times did that happen today?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but look down with embarrassment but decided to answer anyway.
“Thrice.”
“Okay, grab your stuff.” He simply stated and you looked at him with confusion.
“You are shifting inside my office.” This had you including everyone else on the floor stop whatever they were doing to stare at him with surprise.
“Umm, are you sure, sir? I’m fine here.”
“Y/n, just grab your stuff, I’ll ask someone to move the rest of it. And all of you, get back to work.” His voice changed completely when he turns to your colleagues who without any question did what he said.
You turned around as fast as you could in those heels and started packing your stuff before he could change his mind. You followed him to his office while trying to keep up in those killer shoes.
“You don’t have to wear those if you’re not comfortable.” He turned around and said once the two of you were inside his office
“Uhh, it’s fine. Mr. Pierce insisted that I wore heels in office since you know, I’m the secretary.”
“Well, I’m not Mr. Pierce, sweetheart am I? In my office, you can wear flip-flops if you want if that means you are comfortable okay?” His words made you smile widely.
“Thanks, Mr. Odinson.”
“One more thing. When we are alone, you call me Loki; Mr. Odinson is my adoptive brother.”
*******
“I’m sorry, but Monday is just not possible. He’s really busy this week and next week. I just can not give you any dates this month. I’m really sorry again, have a nice day.” You said politely and put down the phone before the woman on the other end could say one more thing. It’s been a year since Loki has taken over the position of CEO and became your boss and you; his secretary. The bond between you and Loki was quite strong now, you would go as far as to say that the two of you were friends.
Your duo work in perfect sync like you guys have been working together for years now. You knew everything he likes when he’s working and he knows everything that you don’t.
You have sort of formed a symbiotic relationship between the two of you; it was kind of an unspoken agreement; he brings you things from Asgard and you show him everything that New York has to offer. It started with him one day casually bringing a book for you about Norse gods; saying that he noticed how you always have one in your hands when you are not working and you loved the book. You have returned the favor though, by bringing to Central Park. Then one day he has surprised you by saying that he had never tried a cheeseburger in his life and you couldn’t help but take him to your favorite burger joint; the next day he brought you lamb, cooked in the kitchen of Asgard and it was just delicious. The next week it was sweets and the next it was fruits and it has been going on back and forth.
Your relationship was just perfect as a boss and a secretary and as well as friends there was just one minor problem, you had fallen in love with him. Even after knowing about his reputation of sleeping with women and never calling them back you had made the stupid mistake of falling in love with the blue-eyed gorgeous-looking brunette. The first month you had undermined your feeling for him by saying that it’s just a little crush, it will go away, but it didn’t; it never went away. It kept getting stronger and stronger until you just couldn’t stand him even looking at the other woman.
“Was that Sif?” A heavy accent said and you turned in your chair to look at the lean man standing on the doorway of his office with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.
“Yes, And she sounded very mad, if I were you I would never piss off a woman like that; she will kill both you and me.” You said, putting back on your reading glasses so you can email the next person on the list.
“Eh, she’ll cool off in a few days.” He replied before walking over to you and sitting on your desk.
“Yeah, you better start praying for that.” You said, quickly typing in the mail. “So, how was the meeting.” You asked; the excitement returning to your voice as you looked at him through your glasses. His face turned disappointed at your question and he looked down. ”Oh, no, They didn’t like your Idea? But it was awesome.”
“Umm, no. They didn’t.” He said and you huffed before he started grinning again. “They loved the idea. We got the deal.”
“Yesss.” You exclaimed jumping up and pulling him in a hug, which he gladly returned; wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and almost pulling you above the ground. “Oh my god this is so exciting, we finally got the deal.”
“One more thing.” He added and you pulled away to look at him.
“What?”
“They...want to meet you.”
“Me? Why?”
“Because it was our idea, Y/n. It couldn’t have been possible without you. You did the research, you contacted them, you came up with it. You are a genius and it’s time you acknowledge it.” That’s it, that’s what made you fall for the bastard in the first place, He was so cocky and yet so generous and so kind.
“Okay, I’ll meet them.” You said with a smile.
“Good, but for now we need to celebrate.”
“You think?” You said, making him laugh. “But, you promised me something two months ago remember?”
“You can not handle Asgardian liquor, sweetheart.” Oh, there was that nickname again that made your heart flutter so hard that you wonder if one day it’s gonna fly out of your chest.
“Do not underestimate the alcohol-holding capacity of a woman, Mr. Odinson.” You replied, knowing how much he hated when you called him that.
“I’m not underestimating you, I’m saying no one can handle it. Even I barely can. You won’t even like it.”
“Let me be the judge of that, will you?”
“Okay, but when you have a hangover and your head feels like it’s about to burst; be ready for a ton of ‘I told you so's from me.”
“Yeah, we’ll see that but let me work right now. I still have like a ton of emails to send.”
“Uff, you work too much.” He commented, taking a seat on the couch.
“Well someone has to compensate for you.”
“Hey, not nice, I got us the deal.”
“Yeah yeah, Mr. Big shot executive.” You replied earning that beautiful laugh from him that you just love so much.
*******
“This smells like pee.” You whined for the third time as you took a whiff of the dark brown liquid; still collecting the courage to take a sip.
“I told you, it’s very strong.”
“Hey, you are not supposed to say that until after the hangover.” You scolded him and he raised his hand in surrender.
Just like he had mentioned the two of you were celebrating in the new penthouse he bought in New York. You ordered a pizza and you baked him the caramel apple cheesecake that he loved so much ever since the first time you brought it for him. Both of you were now sitting in his living room on his couch, side by side; facing each other on the couch, glasses in your hands.
“Encourage me.” You said.
“Come on, Y/n, drink it.”
“You are so bad at this.” You said bluntly.
“Doll, just drink it in one gulp, okay? Don’t smell it, don’t savor it, just drink it like you’d drink cough syrup.”
“I like cough syrups.” You said in a small voice making him roll his eyes.
“Nerd.” He mumbles under his breath but good for him that you didn’t hear him.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Just drink it or I’ll take out Prickly Pete.” Your eyes widen at the mention of your lovable office cactus.
“What? Don’t bring Prickly Pete into this.
“You told me to encourage you, this is me encouraging you.”
“You will not dare to do that.”
“Are you willing to make that bet? Just drink it.”
Without thinking any more you brought the glass to your mouth and without taking a whiff this time you drank the liquid in one gulp. Your whole face scrunched up at how strong it actually was.
When you put the glass back down; it felt like your whole insides were burning especially from your mouth to your chest. But it was a sweet burn; something that hurt but you didn’t want it to stop. You looked at Loki, who was looking at your face like he was inspecting something. You were sure that it was clear from your face that the experience wasn’t really nice, but he still asked.
“So?”
“It tastes like... If someone would pee in a toilet cleaner.” Loki laughed at your choice of words, which you used to describe the not-so-pleasant drink.
“You want more?”
“Hell yeah.” He laughed again as he poured some more for him and just a little for you.
“Hey don’t be a hoarder, gimme some more.” You said as you shoot forward to grab the bottle, Obviously already pretty drunk. This Asgardian shit was strong! You thought.
“I thought it tastes like toilet cleaner.” He said as you successfully took the bottle from him; or he let you take it, you really don’t know the difference anymore.
“And when have I ever mentioned that I don’t like toilet cleaners.” You replied pouring the dark brown liquid in your glass and taking a swig. The same sweet burn went down your throat, more smoothly this time. “Wow...I’m so not gonna forgive you for keeping me away from this for so long.” Your voice slurred a little in the end. “Does my voice sound weird? I think my voice sounds weird.” You asked the man sitting in front of you.
“Okay I think you’ve had enough, give it to me.” He said snatching the bottle from your hand again, and this time even if you tried you couldn’t take it from him.
“No. Give it back, Loki.”
“No, you are already too drunk and you haven’t even drunk a quarter.”
“That’s what I’m saying. This is amazing, it’s like magic. How come you’re not drunk?”
“Let’s just say, I am used to this. And if you drink more it's not going to be pretty tomorrow morning, my love.” God...whenever he said that nickname you want to jump his bones; his thick accent didn’t help much either. You really never thought that you’d be turned on by someone’s accent until this jerk came waltzing in with his ‘hello love’ crap and made you weak on your knees.
“Okay, if you give it to me. I will tell you a secret.” You said; not sure where you were exactly going with it.
“As tempting as it sounds, Doll, the answer is still no.”
“Oh come on. I’ll never ask for another raise ever again.”
“Still no, I have no problem giving you more raise.”
“I’ll work for the next four Sundays.”
“I can make you do that if I want to anyway.”
“Okay, I’ll handle Sif for as long as you want me to.” At this point, you could see that he was starting to consider the deal. The wheels on his head were turning; He was comparing the outcomes of you drinking more to the chances of not having to handle the pissed-off woman.
“Okay, but not because I am afraid of Sif or something because I’m not,” He said, pouring more of the liquid in the glass that you hold eagerly with both of your hands; if the situation was any different he would say you looked like a child on Christmas.
“Uh Huh. Sure.” You mumbled sarcastically.
“What was that, Doll?” He asked, even though he had heard you the first time.
“Nothing.” You replied, gulping down the liquid again. In the third shot, it tasted less like toilet cleaner and more like cider; maybe it was growing on you or maybe your insides were just numb now, whatever it was it felt hella right.
“Okay, why is there no music?” You asked in a more sultry voice, a voice that made him raise his eyebrow, a voice that would have made you face palm if it wasn’t for the Asgardian liquor. “This is a celebration right, what kind of celebration doesn’t involve music.” You looked at him with a smirk that played on your lips when you saw him eyeing them.
“Well go on, sweetheart, help yourself.” He said, gulping down his own drink.
“Don’t mind if I do.” You said setting your glass down and getting up and walking up to his home theatre and connecting it to your phone and putting it on shuffle.
“Huh, I like this song.” Honestly, the buzzing in your head was so strong that your mind couldn’t even recall the song. It was like listening to a foreign language, but that didn’t stop you from slowly twirling around and shaking your hips.
You saw as Loki leaned back on the couch while looking at you with a small smirk, that boosted your confidence even more. Your hand went to your hair, pulling at your hair tie and letting your hair loose. You moved around the room doing moves that you thought were sexy, making the man sitting on the couch laugh and groan at the same time.
Just when you walked up to him a goofy song started to play that immediately made you laugh.
“I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want...Come on you have to dance on this.” You said and pulled at his hand with all your strength.
“Sweetheart, I don’t dance.”
“That’s rubbish, I’ve seen you dance at your brother’s wedding.”
“That was different.”
“It wasn’t. Now get up, you lazy ass.” And just like that he was up on his feet and right in front of you; it made you stumble a back and you would have ended up with a sore ass if it wasn’t for his hand holding on to your waist and keeping you still.
‘‘You do remember I’m still your boss right?” He said in a half-serious and half-joking tone.
“You can be my boss right now or you can be my dancing partner instead and have fun with me.” You replied and after a couple seconds of thinking, he took your hand and twirl you around which made you giggle like a fool. “Dancing partner it is.”
The two of you dance around for a while and you were surprised to know how many spice girls and NSYNC songs he knows by heart. You were a giggling mess when he started singing SexyBack and dancing. He ended the dance with a sexy pose.
“God, it’s so hot.” You said, fanning yourself with your palms, still drunk off your ass.
“Thank you, doll.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, I meant the room it’s, ugh... it's so hot.” Without thinking twice, you started unbuttoning your shirt which took him by surprise and his mouth was hanging open. His eyes traveled down your body, taking in every inch.
“Y/n, what are you doing?”
“I told you. It's really hot.” You repeated. Oblivious to the effect you had on him.
“Do you, do you want me to...umm...turn up the cooling?” He asked, politely as he tried to turn his eyes away from you; always the gentleman.
“No, it's fine. Unless you have a problem with it. Do you have a problem with it, Loki?” You asked.
“No. No, I don’t.” Just then a slower song came up. You turned so you could go change it but a hand on your elbow stopped you.
“Let it be.” Your breath hitched in your throat when he pulled you closer and said that in your ear. One arm wrapped around your waist and the other quickly turned you around. Your hands shot to his shoulder clenching the shirt there to regain balance. He slowly started to move and your feet subconsciously copied his steps; toe pressed against toe, chest against chest as the two of you kept slowly moving.
Your heart managed to be calm and nervous at the same time. If an outsider looked at the scene right now, they would say that the two of you have been in love for years now. But there was no chance in heaven that your boss would feel that way about you; yeah he flirts sometimes but that’s just how he is, he flirts with everyone.
‘Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you.
You didn’t even realize the song has stopped and you two were standing still in the middle of the living room gazing into each other’s eyes. He doesn’t feel that way about you, right? He doesn’t see you more than his secretary. But what if he does? Just what if? What if you never make a move because you think and regret it for the rest of your life?
You don’t know where the boost of confidence came into you but it was enough for you to step forward and press your lips to his; taking him by surprise for the second time tonight. It took you a second to realize he wasn’t kissing back.
It hit like a brick in your head when you realized what you just did and you quickly pulled away with wide eyes.
“Oh my god.” You said before taking a step back. “I’m so sorry, Loki, I didn’t mean to put you in this position. I-I...Oh, god this is so embarrassing.” You tried to look anywhere but at him, your cheeks heated up like you had a fever. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking I-" You did not get to complete your sentence as a pair of lips pressed against your and your eyes immediately closed, a strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.
“It's okay. You took me by surprise, that’s it. I will never, not kiss you back.” He said looking into your eyes, a small smile started playing on your face before your hand went to the back of his head pulled him in for another kiss. This one was deeper; slightly rough. His warm tongue entered your mouth, and started stroking yours; tasting as much of you as he could. You both pulled away too soon for either of your liking to catch your breath. Forehead resting against each other.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He said stroking your cheeks with his thumb as he tried to catch his breath.
“Really? I’ve been wanting to do that for a while too.”
“What took you so long?” He asked.
“Guess I just needed a push from your Asgardian liquor.” You said, making him laugh. “You still wanna know the secret I mentioned?” You asked.
“Always.”
“I am in love with you.” The smile that spread on his face after hearing those words was a sight for sore eyes.
“You wanna know a secret too?”
“Always.”
“I’ve been in love with you for a while.” You giggled and pressed your lips to his yet again. Lips moving passionately against each other and hand desperately unbuttoning the shirt he wore.
“Y/n, y/n, y/n. You are drunk.” He was having a hard time pulling away from you; especially as you looked at him with eyes full of lust and love.
“I know. But I know what I want, Loki. And I want you.”
“I know, Love. I want you too, so much. But I also want you to remember our first time.” You smiled at his word; Loki was nothing if not a gentleman. You nodded your head and pressed another soft kiss on his lips. “Let’s get you to bed.” He picked you up with much ease and carried you to his bedroom and lied you down.
You didn’t realize how tired you were until your back met the soft mattress. The two spent the night whispering ‘I love you’s in each other’s ears and giving each other soft kisses. You were almost scared that when you wake up in the morning he will be gone, it will turn out to be just a dream; but it didn’t, it was all true. He was still there...But so was the nasty hangover that he mentioned.
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Meow (Loki x reader)
Request: If your requests are still open I'd love anything loki Maybe some fluff of him teaching his s/o some asgardian magic? I'll leave it open to you :) Thanks for sharing your works and talent with us!
To the anon who requested this: I decided to make a headcannon since I was a bit lost, not knowing I could write as an imagine without making it super short... So I hope it doesn't bother someone. :/ (I’m sorry)
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➳ If someone had said to you years ago that one day you would learn magic, you have laughed at their noses.
➳ But you are faced with the fait accompli, the Norse god of mischief stood behind you, checking all your movements to avoid a catastrophe, even if he was only teaching you the basics.
➳ But what interested you the most was how to create illusions, just to play tricks on the rest of the Avengers...
➳ You loved them, but you enjoyed boring them as soon as possible, it was your favorite game.
➳ You listened to Loki and followed his instructions to the letter.
➳ Or at least ... until he begins to drop tender kisses in his neck. Result? It was a fail and you almost burned the room in which you were.
➳ Loki asked you to take a break, so you won't do anything stupid anymore.
➳Refusing his request by taking refuge in his arms and making your famous Puss in Boots eyes. As always, it worked.
➳ Turning him into a cat by mistake, a black one with green eyes.
➳ Panicking and crying in only a few minutes, then panicking again before you cuddled the animal and begged for help. Its response was ... disappointing: "meow".
➳ Petting Loki-cat on your knees, thinking about what you should do. When you proposed to call Thor, the cat scratched lightly your thigh.
➳ Reading his books for HOURS. Like 10 hours.
➳ You fell asleep on a book and Loki-cat woke you up by licking your face, precisely your lips.
"Loki, no! That's disgusting, yuck..." you grimaced.
"Meow!"
"Don't meow at me, okay?"
➳ You found the good book with the good spell and being nervous from the start to the end, fearing to worsen the situation.
➳ Closing your eyes, not wanting to see the result, in case if you made a big mistake.
➳ "You can open your eyes, my goddess." Loki said and when you opened your eyes, you jumped in his arms to take refuge there.
➳ "No more magic for me ever again! It's your things, not mine."
"I'm sure in a few days you will ask me to start again. You always wanted to trick Tony and Steve."
You knew he wasn't wrong.
➳ You went to bed and the next morning, when you woke up, cat ears had appeared on your head.
The melted popsicle (Loki x reader)
Request: reader hates the heat yet tony takes them to miami, florida for a lil vacay during the summer and as revenge (bc tony knows they hate the hear) her n loki set the vacation house to be like- 40 farenheit n it gets everyone pissed off n theyre just laughing (til they go to the beach)
Warning: none
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
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"Oh god, help me!" you whimpered as you lay on the sofa.
Right now, you hated Tony just because he thought that spending a summer vacation in Miami, Florida, seemed like a great idea! Everyone was happy among the Avengers team. Everyone except you and Loki, you both had a big preference for the cold. After all, when it's cold, there is always a way to add layers of clothes to warm up ; whereas when it's hot, even being naked can be completely useless.
You were sweating on the couch even when you didn't move, your body couldn't support as much heat and Loki seemed in the exact same state as you or worse. Have you ever seen a Popsicle melt? The god of mischief looked like it, even if it was the nickname of that good old Steve Rogers.
"Loki?"
"Hmm..."
"LOKI!" you shouted when he didn't answer clearly and all of a sudden your body temperature increased. You sighed in despair, convinced that your muscles would eventually liquefy.
"WHAT?!" he screamed in return, which didn't disturb the others. Actually, they used to see you argue with Loki as often as you laughed with him.
"I can't take it anymore..."
"Keep your energy instead of exhausting it, mortal."
You shook your head and ran your hand over your uncovered stomach. Even in shorts and swimsuits with a little fresh air from the air conditioning, you lost patience. Finally, you straightened up, glancing at your friend as an idea crossed your mind. A good idea ...
Revenge is a dish best savoured cold.
"Let's freeze the house, it will teach them to torture us that way!"
Visibly interested in your idea, he turned his head towards you as a smile appeared on his face and he nodded. You got up immediately and headed for the air conditioning, tapping on the dashboard and selected the temperature of the vacation home at -40 Fahrenheit degrees. After a few minutes, you heard your friends complained how cold they were, which made you laugh out loud... At least, it was before Natasha threatens to break the neck of the one who changed the temperature. You chuckled before returning quietly to your place, a book in hand, pretending to not understand what had happened...
Eventually, a few minutes later, she came with Tony. She had put on a beach dress, which left you speechless, actually quite shocked because you would never have thought she would wear that and Tony was in swim shorts.
"You two, listen to me! Another bullshit of this kind and I'm swinging you in the Kilauea volcano!"
"But Nat..." you said with a little girl's voice.
"You two are punished!" added Stark with a smile and a proud expression on his face. At that moment, you knew something bad was bound to happen and you would your actions...
*
You weren't wrong, you were regretting it. The group forced you to go to the beach with them, that is to say, to burn in the sun on a towel, to have the impression to walk on fire when it was only sand. You knew it might have been worse because you could always cool off a bit when you went swimming in the water, but for Loki... Well, it was the end of the world. Worse than Ragnarök or the last attempt of Thanos on Earth. In addition to that, he had to support the kids who were walking sometimes naked or screaming and/or crying. If he could, he would have already buried himself in the sand. He could have left, but you managed to make him stay, just for you. It is better to suffer together...
Unity there is strenght, isn't it?
"It really was a bad idea, huh?" you asked.
"No shit!" he glared at you.
"Eh! I'm reminding you that you agreed, but I know you still like me."
The Asgardian whale dancing salsa (Loki x puertorican!reader)
Request: hi! ur an amazing writer, could i request one loki x puertorican!reader (without focusing nor mentioning on like the color of the reader thats not the point) i mean if ur not comfortable bc ur obviously not familiarized with it u dont have to write it but it would be interesting if u could :) have a nice day
To the anon who requested this: I know it’s super short and I’m so sorry, but you’re right, I’m not familiarized with the Puerto Rican life and culture. However, I liked to doing research, I learnt nice things aha! :) I hope you won’t be too disappointed ♡ (+ I tried my best with the Spanish I’m learning for almost six years.)
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➳Having a huge culture shock between you two since you’re Puerto Rican and he’s Scandinavian/Asgardian.
➳ You liked the heat and hated the cold; unfortunately it was the opposite of Loki.
➳ Teaching him the customs of your country and he didn’t understand the importance of the quinceañero, even if you explained to him, with the origins of the celebration, that it mark the entry into adult life for young women. “¡Eres realmente estúpido! ¡¿O lo haces a propósito?!” you yelled when he started making fun of you and the celebration, then you smacked him behind the head.
“Ouch!”
“¡Bien hecho!”
➳ Trying to teach him to cook traditional dishes such as Pastelón, Chicharrones de pollo and the Habichuelas Guisadas. You were pretty happy that Loki enjoyed the cooking of your country (and even if he didn’t, you would have cooked exclusively Puerto Ricans dishes to make him love it! Mean? No…)
➳ Telling him the story of Puerto Rico and the great men that the island housed, like Rafael Cordero aka the father of public education of Puerto Rico, but also the pre-Columbian era, the Spanish conquest, slavery and the problem of identity of the country. In exchange, he tells you everything he knows about Asgard.
➳Telling about the cinema and the literature because you knew he loooooved reading. So, he hastened to read the works of ancient authors like Alejandro Tapia y Rivera or less ancient ones like Enrique Laguerre Vélez.
➳ Learning Spanish for you and so, obviously, you’re the one who taught him.
“¡Hola! ¿Cómo estás? Me llama Loki, soy el dios de la travesura y… Soy un viejo abuelo. Vivo en Nueva York con mi novia, ella es la mejor cocinera…Y me gusta leer y engañar a la gente.” You made him repeat after you as you tried to not laugh at the “viejo abuelo” part.
“What is making you laugh?” he asked.
“Nothing grandpa’, nothing…”
➳ Explaining him some Puerto Rican habits:
- All the moms who yelled "¡Vas a coger gusanos!” at their kids if they’re not wearing shoes.
- Most of the Puerto Rican households are decorated with colorful masks of these folkloric characters called vejigante.
- In this island, you avoid Tuesday the 13th, not Friday unlike other countries.
- You have to learn how to make pasteles/sofrito/pastelitos from scratch because there is a kind of rite of passage.
➳ Trying to make him dance the salsa, but it became a disaster: He looked more like a stranded whale when he was dancing salsa than anything else.
“Soon, I will know how to dance better than you!”
“cuando Colón baje el dedo…” you responded desperate, but you kissed him, wanting to comfort the god of mischief.
In the library.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader
Warnings: A few curse words, shakiness of hands (?), stuck in a library
Summary: A dull January evening turned into something much more, as you met your future lover.
Word count: 1.2k
Yet another dull January evening. The cold wind burnt your skin as your steps quickened. It was around 6 in the evening, the sun had long been gone and the sky was covered in a white layer, hinting the upcoming snowy night. The crowds were slowly dying as people rushed home, protecting themselves from the terrible cold.
You cursed under your breath as you had forgotten your gloves at home, and your hands, which were carrying the books back to the library, had turned red and limp. Your rushing form made a sudden stop, exhaling, the air turning into a white puff. Your shaky, numb hands reached for the old handle of the library, pushing it, almost throwing yourself inside, you sighed in content, the scent of old books and the warmness of the heater right above the door hitting your body.
“Good evening, Mrs. Watson” you beamed at the old librarian who was busy with her soap operas, ‘As usual’ you thought with a giggle.
“Ah, Y/N, good evening, sweetheart. Back for more?” She indicated the books on the “New addition” shelf, to which you nodded.
“Though, I’ll be surfing the classics this time, I have to write a report on Shakespeare for my literature course” you added as your feet dragged you to the deeper ends of the huge library, which you grew to adore.
Your fingers got into contact with almost every book on the shelves to your way to the second floor. ‘The library is oddly quiet tonight’ you thought, while searching for the desired book. All of a sudden, you hand got covered by another making you look up to meet a pair of blue eyes. A small gasp left your lips at the small proximity between you and the stranger, making you retreat your hand.
“Hamlet?” The stranger’s voice drummed making your cheeks softly cover themselves with a shade of red. You nodded at the statement, a laugh escaping your lips.
“Yes, Sir, Hamlet” you nodded as you reached for the one book that you needed, a frown soon replaced your smile, while you glared at the man, who took the book right before you could.
“Hey! That was mine!” You exclaimed, with an eye roll, sticking your hand out, so he could return the book.
“Oh? I don’t see a name here, unless you’re Shakespeare himself” he laughed at your glare.
“Clever way of getting my name, Sir, but I desperately need that book” you whined, as your lips formed a pout.
His eyebrow raised, a hum leaving his lips “Let me guess, for your literature report?” He beamed making your eyes widen. “Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker, I just heard your conversation with Mrs. Watson.”
Your lips formed into a small sly smile, as you quickly reached for the book, though he held it right behind his back, making you stumble right into his firm chest, a groan leaving your lips.
“Ah-aah” he shook his head “Name first” he laughed.
“Y/N” you replied with a scoff at the antiques of his. You hesitated before asking him for his name “And yours, Mr. Tease?”
“Thomas, though call me Tom, lovely” he said casually as he held the book tighter to his body. “Would you like some tea? I was supposed to have one of my friends here, yet, they couldn’t make I, hence I have two cups of tea. Plus you look like Rudolph the Reindeer, your nose is beet-red” he giggled.
“Oh how nice of you” you snarled at his comment, “Though, I have a few cookies and some chocolate with me” you said reaching into your tote bag, showing him the goods.
He guided you to the two armchairs next to the window, you arranged the tea along with the sweets on the windowsill and set comfortably with him facing you.
“I can help you with the report, you know?” He said reaching for The book that was next to his coat. “I must admit, I am rather fond of Shakespeare” Tom continued.
You nodded “In general, all the books, the old scent, the pages, it is perfect” your words made his eyes twinkle in excitement as he found a young woman with an old soul, sharing the same interests as him.
Time went by, it was now around midnight when you didn’t even hear Mrs. Watson shouting about the closing of the library, yet soon, the lights turned off and so did the heaters, making the both of you realise that you were locked in the library.
“Shit, my phone has no charge, but I remember it had about 12% left” you cursed at the black screen as you paced around, the same white puff of air leaving your lips, indicating the growing coldness, though you had your coat on.
“Must be because of the awfully low temperature” he sighed as he reached for your forearm, pulling you into him. “There we go, love” he muttered as his hand went to his neck, unwrapping his thick wool scarf, and wrapped it around you making you look at him, your heartbeat increasing, now you were sure he heard it.
“No no, Tom, you’ll get cold” You shook your head as you reached for his scarf that rested comfortably around you, leaving his scent onto your skin, when his warm hands came atop your relatively cold ones.
“Leave it on, I don’t want you to catch a cold, love.” He answered, taking your hands in his and then looking down to your eyes. “Is this okay?” He pointed at your held hands making you smile cheekily, though it was dark, the street lamps lit the room just enough.
“It’s..” You stopped “It’s perfect” you quickly said, tightening your grip onto his hands, as your face sunk into his scarf.
“You’re endearing, young lady” he laughed whole-heartedly, making you even more flustered.
Your little moment came to a stop when you heard the heavy doors of the library being unlocked. Both of you packed quickly, running downstairs almost immediately. It was Mrs. Watson.
“Oh dear Lord!” She shouted, her hand going to her chest “You scared me! Where you here this whole time?” She asked with a frown as she saw you both standing at the bottom of the staircase, foolishly nodding. “Good thing I came back for my hat, you idiots” she muttered as you and Tom apologised for not hearing her earlier.
You and Tom were now walking hand in hand to your apartment. It was now snowing heavily, though neither of you minded, since both of your hearts were warm.
Though you hesitated, you turned to him when you stopped at your flat. “Can we meet up later tomorrow?.” You both said in unison.
“I’d love to, honestly” you answered with a low giggle. “As would I, you’re quite an eye candy, and a pleasant little soul, love” he answered.
Oh those nicknames..
“Right, by the way, here is ‘Hamlet’” he reached into the paper bag he had been carrying the whole time, and took it out, handing it to you.
“Wait, did you take this from the library?!” You half-shouted in shock, reaching for the book.
He shook his head “Not at all, it’s mine, perfectly annotated, but also new enough for you to use it” he smiled, as he came a tad closer.
“Then why did you need the one from the library?” You turned to him towering over you now, while you put the book into your bag.
“Sweetheart, then how was I supposed to talk to you?”
A/N: My second imagine on this platform. It was not proofread, so I apologise for the mistakes. This is also my first imagine with Tom Hiddleston, a plot I was particularly interested in, since I find libraries one of the most calming places.
PS: I edited the plot a bit.
Taglist; @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
Bruises and tea.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader
Warnings: Mentions of a physical fight, bruises, threatening. (Please tell me if I missed any).
Summary: The reader meets Tom who had had a fight with one of his former friends.
PS. This is a part 2 to “In the library” but you can read it as a oneshot.
Word count: 1.6k
The sun was already getting near the horizon, making the night sky hang itself upon London. The damp, yet freezing air brushed your skin as your feet took you out of your apartment, to the library. It had been a month since you had met Tom, the both of you were inattentive enough, that you had forgotten to give each other your contact details. Your hand reached for the worn out, rusty handle as the smell of old books engulfed your senses. Mrs. Watson was in her usual place, concentrated on her soap operas. You had borrowed another one of Shakespeare’s works for your literature paper.
“Good evening, Mrs. Watson” you beamed as you placed a small box of cookies you had baked on the counter.
“My, my, Y/N, hey, sweetheart. What a pleasant surprise!” She gushed at you, taking one of the cookies, placing it in her tea, to wetten it, to make chewing easier.
“I just came to return this” you said placing the book next to the box of cookies. Your teeth sank in the soft flesh of your bottom lip in nervousness.
“H..Has Tom…that guy, from the other day..has he ever showed up here?” You asked looking around nervously.
“I can see you flustered there, child, and unfortunately, no, he hasn’t come here since that day” she said with a small sympathetic smile.
You nodded, your shoulders slumping a little, the little hope to meet him once more, just to glance at those blue crystal eyes, got crushed up into small pieces that sank into your heart. “Thank you, Mrs. Watson” you mumbled while forcing out a small smile, a curt nod following it, as you moved to the exit.
“Stupid, stupid” you repeated to yourself as your hands dug deeper into your trench, forming tight fists, trying to soothe your frost bitten hands. “You should have asked for his number or at least hinted that he’d ask yours” Your head turned to the shops and stores you were walking past. People were happily purchasing products, the balloons from Valentines still hung in some shops.
Your steps came to a halt when your eyes met a familiar face you wanted to see oh so much. It was Thomas. Your eyes sparkled in an instant and lost their sparkle just as quickly when you practically went inside to see him with a heaving chest, his cheek bruised, and a man laying under his legs.
Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with him “T..Tom” your voice quivered as you ran to him, your eyes scanning all over his beaten state. His jaw clenched at his vulnerable state.
“Y/N, oh Lord, sweetheart, I had been searching for you, but, but” he held your forearms, though his eyes fell on the man who groaned while standing up, making you look in the same direction as him. He softly pushed you behind him in a protective manner, his eyes digging holes in the man who was rubbing his chin.
“Nick, go before I kill you right here” his voice was below a whisper, but constant and stern, making you grip his bicep. “For hell’s sake, it was years ago, get over it” the man, Nick, spit through his gritted teeth as he stepped backwards and then turned away and left.
Your eyes watched him leave and then set back on Thomas who was looking at you. “I’m sorry, for..this” he pointed his wound and the half-torn clothes. You were about to speak up but then stopped, realising that all eyes were set on the both of you and the manager was stood in front of you and Tom, expecting you to leave.
“I..I am sorry for this Sir,” you quickly apologised for the chaos, you looked at Tom and then back at the manager who gave you a curt nod. “Please see yourself out” he said as you hastily reached for Tom’s hand, nodding at the manager, and rushing out.
The moment you had stepped out, Tom turned to you, holding your forearms firmly. “We’re idiots” he joked, shaking his head, while he pulled you into his chest, caging you in his arms. It was the second time you had met this man, but it felt so warm and so safe in his embrace. Thousands of butterflies flew around your stomach. Your hands reached for his neck, hugging him back, your digits hesitantly sliding through his curls.
“I’m sorry for this state” he apologised again once he had pulled away. “That guy used to be a friend of mine, me and him were quite the best buddies but then he” he stopped for a second, sighing loudly, suddenly getting interested in his shoes.
“Hey..you don’t have to tell me, I understand.” You said softly, your hand going to his bruised cheek as you gently lifted his head up, rubbing the skin of his cheek slowly. “You’re injured, let’s get you to the hospital” you added while looking at his eyes.
He shook his head “No, no need for a hospital, darling, it’s just a small scratch” Tom chuckled at your worried state “As my apology to you, you can come to my place? For tea?” He asked looking into your orbs nervously.
You nodded happily, “But only if you let me treat that” you pointed at his cheek, a giggle leaving your lips when his eyes lit up instantly. His hand came to yours, his orbs silently asking for permission to which you replied with intertwining your fingers together as he led you to his car.
It was a black Jaguar, making you look at him with wide eyes, to which he only smiled shyly, opening the door for you. The ride was pleasantly silent, a few stolen glances, though, the both of you were tensed up.
“And here we are” he said after parking his car. It was a rather tall building, in a quiet area, though, close to the city centre. He opened the door for you, holding out his hand for you to take, which you happily agreed to.
The lift took you to the 17th floor, the top one. Your hands were still clasped together, he used his free hand to unlock the door to his flat. It smelled so nice, just like him. It looked organised, too, clean and comfortable. The furniture was brown, with the plants resting on them.
“It looks so pretty” you said, peaking around while he looked at you. “Now wait, I need to treat that” you stopped him from moving forward. “Give me the first aid kit” you frowned at him.
“Alright, ma’am” he chuckled, letting go of your hand, as he moved to the bathroom, you assumed, soon coming back with a small kit. “But first, tea” he smiled, leading you the kitchen. He stopped at the stove, turned on the kettle and then turned to you, with a smile. “Well, darling, I’m all yours now” he chided with a grin making your heart flutter, your cheeks turning red, him motioning his cheekbone.
“Come here” you motioned him to the chairs that were around the kitchen isle. You prepared the cotton pad and slowly inched forward to this face, your hands carefully dapping on the wound making him wince “I’m so so sorry, I’ll be quick” you said while focusing back on your work, which was hard, due to the close proximity of you two, you could feel his breath on your face, his scent engulfing your senses. It took you a few minutes to put a small plaster on his cut.
“And..done” you said with a smile as your eyes went back to only meet his, looking right into yours. His eyes were two oceans, two crystals, so bright yet so deep, his lips were resting atop each other, so kissable. It was weird how it was only the second time you met him, but now you were there, imagining things you shouldn’t. But the moment you wanted to enlarge the gap between you, one of his hands came to your cheek, his lips curved into a small smile, his thumb was now a millimetre away from touching your lip, his face now much closer, the other hand now rested on your waist, pulling you into him a tad more, making you place your hands on his muscular chest.
Just then, the kettle’s whistle went on, making you two flinch away from each other. “I’ll..I’ll go make the tea” you quickly said taking all the used up cotton to the trash and focusing on making the tea, your stomach doing flips, your heartbeat faster than the light speed. You noticed him smile a little more when he came to where you were standing, you had grabbed the two mugs that sat on the cupboard, his hands reached for yours, covering them.
Your breath hitched, your nervous system not being able to comprehend with what was happening, you playfully whined. “Tom..” you stopped “I..uh..I want tea” you reasoned to which he only laughed loudly “You do? Alright alright, darling” he said stepping away, to give you a bit more freedom to move, yet he remained stood next to you. You quickly made the tea, slowly blowing on them, you picked the two mugs up, “Welp! They’re read-“ you were about to finish when a pair of lips had stopped you mid-sentence, making you gasp and let go of the tea mugs. His lips felt so soft, your mind turned off for a second or two, but then quickly you caught on what happened, though, his hands were now clasping the mugs which were loosely in your hands. He pulled away, setting them aside, a low groan following his act, as his hand slithered up your waist, pulling you into his arms, leaning onto the counter.
“I apologise but you’re hard to resist” he said with a ‘hehe’ following it. You only smiled, getting on your tippy toes, attaching your lips back on his, your hands holding his cheeks.
“Now I’m not losing you, ever.”
So after a while I got this. I do apologise if there are any mistakes, it is not proofread.
Once more, this is a part 2 to one of my previous posts, but you can read it separately.
Hope you have enjoyed it.
Tag-list; @veroriddle @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
Zoom mistake
It’s Christmas season and Tom has a zoom call with Josh Horowitz to create some content to sedate the fans over Christmas time.
Your relationship is private with Tom because you don’t want the fuss of the paparazzi following the two of you around so the world does not know that two of the most famous actors in the world are dating.
Whilst Tom and Josh are on zoom you decide to prepare dinner for the two of you and watch the end of the zoom call once you are done.
Tom thinks he had muted the call and turned the camera off as he asks you to help him leave the call.
Will his lack of knowledge on technology expose you both ??!
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