Tom Hiddles One-Shots (Tom x Reader)

Tell me - Loki

♡ This is just some Loki fluffy stuff. Just a little imagine between an Asgardian warrior named Astalia. She and Loki have always been at each other's necks when it came to anything. Always challenging one another. Now here's the story. ♡

Ever since they were younger the two have always had an endless friendly feud. Some days the duels and competitions grew to more than just challenges.

Something that kept the both of them running. To constantly be at each other's necks with every little battle, fight, or task given to them by the Allfather.

Littlest of things could be turned into competitions with Astalia and Loki. They were never not competing against one another. Which drove everyone around them insane. But it happened to get things moving faster so nobody bothered to get them to stop.

Ever since they were kids Loki and Astalia had been toe to toe for everything, usually, it was when Loki was tired of competing with Thor who was always going to be the winner in his father's eyes. He went to challenge a more fair opponent. Where it could have gone either way.

The more they continued their little banter, the more they each grew to appreciate one another's skills. Studying and assessing one another's habits and techniques. Knowing each other best, but never admitting it other than in the sentences that sounded like; "I know how they work." Or "Their every move is predictable to me."

Never really admitting the amount of time they spend with one another only to call it challenges or training.

They were both in the training room of the golden palace practicing on their own until little by little everyone started disappearing due to the expired daylight and time.

Astalia continued practicing her knife combat. Adjusting her grip on the blade. Her tosses and catches. The strikes and re-grabs of the knife.

Loki continued to look over the selection of weapons displayed along the bright glowing old Asgardian walls.

She could feel a certain feeling behind her. Something stopped moving. A certain feeling she knew before. That of the eyes of someone. Without looking back to give her full attention. The young warrior only spoke her blank expressionless words, "What is it Loki?"

He stood silent for a moment until the training woman felt a shorter distance between them.

"Hold them at a greater angle, then throw." The deep male voice said now closer to the sweating panting girl. She did as she was told and tried with a greater angle in her hand's position only to see the blade cut through the target's felt surface deep into the bullseye.

"Better. But not great." She scoffed, turning to face the tall dark prince.

"Sure," she sarcastically agreed, "then what could you do better?" She boldly stepped closer to him. Insisting a challenge.

He chuckled and before she could have the opportunity to deflect his next motions. He pulled her and twisted the young girl around by the arm locking her head to his chest as he skillfully slid the blade in her hand out to her own neck. Her now panting facing the other direction, with her face up looking at the smirking god.

"A lot better Astra." Astra was the nickname he'd given her when they were children. "But I know you can do better." She grunted under his stronghold.

But she knew this opponent well enough to know how to free herself.

She pushed her head deeper into his chest which pulled a grunt from him. When he was in that weakness for a split second she managed to escape his hold.