Just some short stories/mini series about my comfort character! Feel free to request situations and scenarios. I will write smuts if asked, but I also cherish wholesome moments!
Note: I will be using my OC Lyra Blossom for these scenarios unless spe...
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It's like his laughter is permanently resonating throughout my head. The sound stitched into the nerves that form my brain. When I see him his face ignites my serotonin in large quantities. His piercing emerald eyes laced with emotions I can't quite make out. I remember the day we met. Him sitting idly behind the contraption meant for Hulk, but used for him on that day. I remember the fighting and the way he looked when he thought no one was watching. But I was watching. I was always watching. And somehow, I think he knew deep down I was.
When I walked into the area, the one that Steve Rogers specifically told me not to enter, he turned. His raven colored hair flicked around his face at the momentum, his eyes staring as if I was another being foreign to him.
"Hey." I muttered, taking a seat near the glass. He shifted away.
It hurt, having him move away and thinking back he probably felt it. Or read the thoughts racing around my head.
"Precautions, I'm not usually one for... Pity visitations," he huffed, eyeing me as if I had only come to make him feel better. I shook my head and looked at my hands laced in my lap.
"You looked lonely, and I know how that can feel and even if we sit in silence I thought you'd enjoy the company." I had said just loud enough for him to hear. But I know even if I whispered he'd strain with all his mighty for every syllable.
If I hadn't been staring at my hands I would have seen the flicker of a smile fighting it's way onto his face. Loki wasn't one for emotions, but being near me tended to ease his walls of trust issues. At this moment I thought I had changed him. Little did I know he had always been this way. It was that stone that had changed him from his true self.
I had left soon after, our conversation sparse and our eyes dancing from each other and to the floor. I remember the fighting in the lab and the explosions. I remember the panic that swooped through me thinking Loki had fooled me. It wouldn't be until years later I'd find out he hesitated, but Thanos painfully made him leave. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but was forced.
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Alongside our first meeting I can recall the first time we hung out after he was a free man. He dragged me up to Asgard with Thor, convinced with my powers I was no simple Midgardian. To everyone's surprise, he was correct. Half Asgardian, it was a strange thing to come to acceptance with. Odin was still unsure of keeping me amidst the kingdom, but knowing Loki was no longer the ignorant fool of a boy, he caved under Loki's request to let me stay.
I hadn't seen him smile so brightly before.
I felt like I was 16 all over again. Asgard doesn't have cars, none of the polluting vehicles Earth does. The sky is bright and full of vibrant colors, and the people are dressed like the romans hundreds and hundreds of years ago. I think my favorite part was just being with him. He needed someone to understand him, to understand the feeling of being alone and not like they belonged. We were both orphans, and we both felt like we didn't belong. I had been adopted by Howard Stark at a young age, but his main focal point was the source of my abilities. The elements.
Loki took me to a cliff side, a large willow tree hung to the edge, leaning over and letting it's droopy leaves flow in the open breeze. I remember gasping and running my fingers against the course grain of bark. The wood threatening to pierce my flesh, threatening to lodge a piece of itself within my finger pads. I smiled, the aroma of fresh grass and rain filled by senses. I glanced back, Loki was almost admiring me from the distance. Later I would find out that was the moment he realized I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
He sat at the edge, turning back to wave me over. I obliged, sitting next to him and watching as the sun slowly lowered into the sky.
"The sunsets are extravagant here, however I've seen them since I was a child and they've grown old in my view." He spoke softly, his hands gently fidgeting in his lap.
I chuckled softly, "I'd hate to think my beauty would grow old in your view." I teased, my head tilted forward slightly and turned to look at him.
His eyes shifted to mine, and I felt the cool touch of his hand a top mine, "I could never grow tired of your beauty, Lyra." He muttered, his face growing serious.
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, my eyes watering at the compliment. I turned away from his gaze, afraid I'd sob at the gentle look he held while staring at me. Like I was quite literally the sun he revolves around.
"I'm... I apologize, I did not mean to-"
I cut him off with a peck to the cheek. My lips grazed his flushed skin. Although he was naturally cold, he radiated a sense of warmth. A sense of safety. A sense of... Home. My lips lingered against his flesh and I let my lips twitch up into a soft smile as I pulled away, leaving inches between us.
"Don't apologize, you'll ruin the moment," tears still hung within my eyes, threatening to spill over the edges.
He softly smiled, resting his forehead against mine, "If ruining the moment means Ill never ruin you, then I'd gladly ruin a thousand moments." He muttered before pressing his lips carefully against mine.
People say the first kiss ignites sparks. I'd have to say they're lying. It wasn't sparks, it was just warm. Like someone turned on a heater inside your abdomen. I returned the kiss, my lips molding with his. I felt the cold touch of his hand against the base of my skull. An intimate touch between friends, but a gentle touch between lovers.
I pulled back, my lungs aching for the air that rapidly filled them up. I let out a soft laugh, my forehead bumping his nose. That's when I heard it. His contagious, addicting laughter. That's what I was chasing. It warmed my chest, my heart fluttering to the sound of it. He pressed himself casually into me as we collapsed into a mess of laughter and limbs. Our bodies tangled loosely together as we found ourself lying on the ground staring at the array of stars within the inky blackness of space.
Loki was home, and he had finally found his within me. All it took having the trickster open his heart to the possibility of being broken, and then not letting it get beaten.
