Loki imagines!!!
Fluff, funny, intense and more!!
The Avengers are in here a lot too!
I hope you guys enjoy and thank you!!
I do not own any Marvel characters
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Pairing - Loki Laufeyson x Reader Warnings - angst and fluff Summary - Loki has trouble figuring out why you are mad at him *not edited<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
You yawn, snuggling into your pillow. Your eyes scrunch, as you open them to see that Loki wasn't there. You furrow your brows in confusion.
You yawn again, before sitting up and stretching. You slip out of bed, and pick up a stray shirt of Loki's from the floor, before pulling it over your head. You run a hand through your hair, when the smell of bacon hits your nose. (if you don't like bacon some other yummy breakfast food :P). Your eyebrows raise, as you make your way across the room, and open your bedroom door.
The smell is stronger now, and your stomach grumbles. You pad out into the hallway, peeking your head into the kitchen to see your gorgeous boyfriend cooking at the island. There's a griddle out, with pancakes sizzling, a plate of bacon, a skillet of eggs, and a heap of waffles.
You smile a bit, as you tip toe up behind him, and wrapping your arms around his back, and snuggling into him.
"Y/n!" he protests. You just smile, moving so you were in front of him, snuggling your face into his chest.
"Darling, everyone's going to be up here soon!" he seethes. You just ignore him, sighing happily at his beautiful scent.
Loki was so weird about PDA. He didn't like the rest of the Avengers seeing him for what he really was--a big teddy bear who just loved cuddles. Every Saturday was breakfast day, and everyone would come to one of the Avengers apartments in the tower for breakfast. Loki offered to make it this week instead of you, and of course you said yes. He could cook way better than you.
"I don't care, I want hugs!!" you protest, tightening your grip on him. He groans, setting down his spatula. Loki looks down at your small form clinging to his torso.
He sucks in a breath, before looking back at the oven clock.
"Fine," he huffs, before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and cradling your head (like the gif above). He plants a kiss on your head, pulling you closer into him. You smile.
"You're just a little muffin," you coo. You hear him groan.
"If I am going to be a muffin, I will be your little muffin," he huffs. You giggle.
"Fine you're my little muffin."
"Good."
You guys stayed wrapped in each other's arms, savoring each other's touch, and the comfort of one an other's scent.
