Prompt from urgalsarah : Ohh how about a more detailed description of how y/n cut Loki's hair inMTB?

A/N: I loved this one so much<3

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"Careful!"

"I am being careful."

Loki is watching the scissors which you're wielding anxiously in the mirror which you've sat him before. You had teleported to your room from the roof; the thought of any of the team seeing Loki like this is... ugly. But also hilarious.

The thought earns you a scowl.

"Sorry." you say, turning your attention once more to the absolute mess which is Loki's hair. You're so upset that he cut it off, but have been trying to hide it from him. It hasn't worked.

He's still adamant that he wants it short, and you're not going to argue with him, not after he stormed off on you like that.

"It's not that bad." you tell him. He meets your gaze in the mirror, a look of disbelief on his face.

"It is that bad." he replies, looking back at his reflection grumpily. You have to smile.

"It's fine. I can fix it."

You speak with the self-assuredness of a professional hair dresser, even though the only experience you have with cutting hair are the times when you used to trim your own hair when you were younger. That's hardly equal to this.

At first you'd asked if he couldn't just use his magic to make it look how he wanted.

"No. I want you to do it. Please."

If you can't have his old hair back, at least you can have a say in what his new hair will look like. It currently barely reaches the base of his neck, and is longer at the front than it is at the back.

You bite your lip as you run your fingers through the roughly cut ends, fighting down a sudden urge to laugh. Loki catches your eye in the mirror, clearly also holding back a smirk. His mouth reluctantly twists into a smile and you allow the laugh to escape you, putting a hand over your mouth.

He's embarrassed.

"Just sort it out." he tells you, closing his eyes, annoyance and humour fighting for dominance on his face.

"Okay, okay," you grin. "Pass me my hairbrush."

First you brush his hair out, and then make it an equal length all the way around. Then (after your phone has been confiscated when Loki catches you trying to take a picture) you set to work making it look like an actual hairstyle.

"Can I look yet?"

"I wouldn't."

"...what about now?"

"You are an actual five year old."

After about twenty minutes of intense concentration you step backwards to admire your work. Loki opens his eyes, and a look of pleasant surprise crosses his face when he looks in the mirror. You smile in relief.

"Is it okay?"

"It's actually alright." Loki says, running a hand through his hair. Not the most glowing compliment, but you'll take it.

Loki's hair wasn't short, you wouldn't have been able to cope with that, but it wasn't exactly what you would call long anymore.

You can still run your fingers through it easily, which is a bonus.

"Do you like it?" you ask, moving around the chair he's sat in to see him from the front. It actually looks quite good. It'll just take some getting used to.

"Yes. Thank you." Loki says, looking away from the mirror to you.

"Please don't do anything stupid like that again." you say, only half joking, brushing hair off of his shoulders.

"I won't. I'm sorry." he replies, standing up and shaking his hair out, before looking at you. You're watching him.

"What?"

You pull a face.

"It looks really good." 

"Aren't you modest." he smiles.

"It has more to do with the fact that you're very handsome than my hairdressing skills." you tell him. He rolls his eyes, but he's pleased.

"I'm hungry. Kitchen?"

Loki hesitates, and you sigh.

"Come on, you've never cared what any of them think of you before now." you smile.

"And I still don't." he lies.

"Let's go then."

"Fine."

"Fine."

You grin as he strides past you and pulls your door open. His hair really does look good.