Title: Innocent addiction 

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader 

Word count: 1.9k 

Published: 7 June 2021 

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore 

Notes: It's a bit suggestive, but there's nothing that would require age appropriate warnings 

Warnings: Mention of food

Request: [Tumblr] Prompts to be used for Loki Laufeyson x Reader

#13 - "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?" | #15 - "There's something in the corner of your lips... can I?" | #33 - "Can you please stop biting your lip...it's distracting."

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Addictive. The only word that seemed to be close enough to what Loki felt when he thought of you. You didn't need to kiss him, nor did you have to touch him, your simple presence made him addicted to you. It took you an effortless gesture, brushing your hair behind your ear, offering him a soft smile and he was ready to kneel for you, ready to do whatever you wanted from him.

He knew he was foolish; he was over a thousand years old. Still, a mortal being, someone who was supposed to be nothing but a life passing by had him begging for your presence just to be beside him. He could have claimed himself to be insane and that alone would have made more sense. A thousand years, maybe that's what it was. It was a possibility, he has gone mental, and it was all because you existed.

It was driving him crazy to know a human could have such a power over him. He tried to fight it. For months and months, he was battling his own feelings. But when it came to you, deep down he knew he lost the moment your gaze fell on him for the first time. Even the air stuck in his lungs, momentarily paralysing him as he caught your eyes resting on him. Even his lungs deemed you more important than oxygen itself.

He fought hard; such feelings were foreign even to a god. But the harder he fought against his feelings to retain his sanity, the more difficult it seemed to keep himself away from you. Deep down, even though he didn't dare to admit it, he knew he couldn't stay away from you. A simple whisper, his name rolling off the tip of your tongue was enough for him to come crawling to you. You were a mortal indeed. But his mortal. Screw sanity, he needed you like addicts needed their daily dose. You were his personal drug, his doom, but one that he was ready to give up anything for, one that only needed to whisper his name in that sweet voice, making him shudder and fall to his knees.

"In the end, you will always kneel," he said once to all those mortals. He never thought he would be one of them, that his knees would ever touch the ground for anyone else. But that was before he met you and without a word, he was ready to do whatever you wished from him. The power you held over him was unearthly and you didn't even know. You were his even before you realised, even before he finally accepted, he was done for. But if being beside you was his doom, he was ready to take every blow just to spend one more second holding your hand, see that sweet smile spread across your face, the soft voice that always felt like home to him and the light caress of your thumb along his jawline. Each and any simple movement of yours was worth to be wrecked for.

"Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want? What are you planning?" You asked with a questioningly raised brow, squinting suspiciously, earning a stunned expression from Loki.

"Pardon?" He asked, trying to recall any of your words as he realised, he was sitting in the restaurant you had taken him to.

"Nothing, I've only been talking to myself for the past 10 minutes whilst you were clearly somewhere else," you replied with a smug grin. "Where were you? Planning another apocalypse?" You snickered playfully as you bit on your bottom lip, chewing on the skin.

"That depends. Would you be my queen if I was to attempt to take over Midgard again?" He smirked proudly, earning an eye roll from you.

"Firstly, I think Steve and Tony would have a couple of rather unkind words to offer you if you were to even try. Secondly, I have no intention of becoming a queen or rule over anyone. And thirdly, before you even think about taking over the Earth, you should learn how to pay attention to your girlfriend. If you can't deal with one person, I feel like billions of people might be a bit of a big bite for you, God of Mischief," you giggled at the deadpan expression he offered you.

"Forgive me for not paying attention. It seems you are in a rather feisty mood, aren't you? Maybe you should hold onto that attitude until we get home," he winked at you as his smile grew wider. You let out a scoff, but you couldn't hide the corner of your lip curving at the thought. Instead of offering him a reply, you turned back to your food, finding it more interesting than embarrassing yourself further. "How is that saying? Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled playfully, earning a silent snicker from you.

"It's a date, Loki. An innocent little date. Let's keep it that way," you tried to scold your boyfriend for his behaviour as he dug into his food. He tried, so hard he tried to concentrate on his food, but after each portion he found himself staring at you. You felt it, it was hard to even keep your eyes off him, but you knew if you gave him the satisfaction of looking up, you would lose.

For minutes you sat in silence. Not a comfortable one, nor an awkward one. It was a battle of silence. Which one of you could keep it shut for longer. Or at least it felt like that. But mostly it was simply to not look into each other's eyes and leave the restaurant like two hormonal teenagers unable to keep their desires at bay.

But then it went on for too long, it was becoming unbearable to sit in silence for so long. You lifted your gaze, hoping he wasn't looking. But he was, intently, studying every inch of your face as though he still found something new even after all this time. A small snickering sound left your vocal cords as your eyes wandered down to his lips. "There's something in the corner of your lips...," you snickered once again. He was a god, but he sure was clumsy at times. "Can I?" You asked as you leaned over the table with a napkin already in your hand and wiped off the corner of his lips, transferring the sauce onto the tissue paper.

A silent giggle left your lungs as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to muffle the noise. You expected him to roll his eyes as a result of your humorous tone, you expected him to scold you for being so careless with a god as he liked to emphasise his title. But instead, you found yourself gazing into his vividly green eyes as he stared at you for what seemed to be forever. Whatever he found so interesting in you was unknown to you, but his intense gaze burned your face, beginning to cause your cheeks to heat up as his eyes studied every movement of yours.

Loki was always thinking, he always had something on his mind whether plotting his plans, thinking of a way to rile you up or coming up with a way to prank his brother which he never grew out of. But in that moment as he watched you, sitting across him with a soft expression across your face, just casually staring back at him, Loki couldn't begin to fathom what good he had done to deserve you by his side. He didn't think he deserved to be around you, let alone being loved by you, but still, you were there, mere inches away, a simple smile on your face, choosing to love him.

"You are staring," you spoke up nervously, swallowing hard under his heavy gaze.

"I know," he replied with a straight expression, not even trying to turn away or hide those eyes he had forgotten on you. "Have I ever told you how stunning you are?" He asked as though it was the most natural thing to say to someone.

"Erm— I think— I don't know," you struggled to create a coherent sentence, stuttering through the words. After all this time, Loki still had a way to make you feel slightly embarrassed. You didn't know how he did it, but a simple word, a simple look gave you butterflies, and he was giving them to you effortlessly. You played with your hands in your lap, not daring to look up. Running your tongue along your mouth, you wet your chapped lips and bit on the bottom one, hoping the slight pain would decrease your nerves.

"Princess," he called out to you, but you didn't move. He leaned over the table and placed a gentle finger under your chin to lift your gaze. "Sitting across from you and behaving myself is a struggle enough. So, can you please stop biting your lip?" He arched a brow in a questioning manner. "It's rather distracting and certainly doesn't help me in having innocent thoughts."

"As if you could ever have them," you scoffed, before you clapped your hand to your mouth, realising what you have said. You didn't mean to bark back, but that was an opportunity you couldn't miss, it was almost like a reflex.

"It's an innocent little date, you remember?" He offered you a smug grin as he ran his thumb along your lips.

"Well, I've finished with my food," you put on an innocent smile, but Loki knew better than to believe you.

"Have you now?" He nodded more to himself as he pulled back and waved at the waiter to ask for the bill, but his eyes never left yours, not even when the waiter took his card, Thor's card, which was actually Tony's card. You stared back at him just as intently, not even trying to look away, as if it was a silent agreement. "Are you ready to go?" He asked in a tone that sent a shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to appear on your lower arm. Without a word, you just nodded and followed him out of the restaurant as he reached back to get a hold of your hand and interlock your fingers. Watching his hand around yours, it felt rather large beside your small, sweaty, and just plain human ones.

But before you could have pondered on the differences between your hands, Loki's arm sneaked around your waist, earning a surprised gasp from you as he pulled you into an alley and pushed you against the wall. Within a second he pressed his lips to yours, catching you slightly off-guard as your eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his warmth. His fingers found their way to the nape of your neck, angling your head to deepen the kiss as you grasped each side of his jacket and pulled him closer, the distance between you and him driving you crazy.

A silent chuckle left Loki's lips at your neediness as he placed his forehead against yours. "You don't even know what you are doing to me, woman,"

"Maybe we could hurry home so you can show me," you offered with a playfully smile across your face, earning a wholehearted laughter from the man, his voice music to your ears.

"Who am I to deny myself from you," he replied, hinting a small kiss on your lips before he got hold of your hand again and led you home. Though his steps were faster than usual, you couldn't blame him. It seemed innocent dates weren't your forte, though you knew you would try over and over again. 

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