More Than A Hero

Dysphoria! (To The Tune Of Disturbia) (Loki X FtoMale)

The second you put your binder on, you knew something was wrong. It was too tight. Okay. I'll just wear a hoodie today, you thought. No problem. And it wasn't, at first. But then you got to the park where you'd be meeting Loki, and it was. It was hot. "Why the hoodie, love? It's much too hot," a familiar voice purred. "My binder's too tight. Hoodies help with the dysphoria."

Loki offered you his hand, which you gladly took. His skin was always slightly cool, and today that would be useful. "We'll just go buy you a new one," he said, "I don't want you to get too hot." You gave him a grateful smile as he started to walk. When you got to the store, he pat himself down. "Oh... I've no money. I'm so sorry, my love." 

After a quick self check, you nodded. Frustrated tears pooled in your eyes. "I don't either," you said. "It's okay, I'll just wear my hoodie," you mumbled. Loki, being quite adept at reading your face, knew it wasn't. He squeezed your hand. "It is not okay. Come, I'll just steal one." He kissed the side of your head. "Okay?"

"No. No stealing." You looked into his eyes, searching for something. All you found was love, and the desire to please you. And something else, something... mischievous. "You're stealing one with a clone, aren't you?" You deadpanned. "Loki, I don't want you to get in trouble. Seriously, I can handle mild dysphoria for one day."

A hooded man walked over and handed Loki a bag, then left. "Here, love. No stealing was done. I just convinced that man to buy you a binder." He handed you the bag, smiling nervously. "You're not mad, are you?" He asked anxiously. You shook your head and hugged him. WHen he hugged back, you gave him a quick kiss. "I love you, my king."

There was no denying the pleased smile that painted his face. "And I, you," the god said. He pressed his lips against your forehead for a second. "Now let's go home so you can out that on."

After you had the binder on, you joined Loki on your couch. As you went to *streaming platform* to put on the Star Wars movies, (the two of you finally had time to binge all of them!) you crawled into his lap. One arm slid around your stomach to hold you against him, and the other sat on your thigh. Despite all his flirtiness, whenever he sat with you like this, he kept everything innocent. "Ek love þú, minn konungr," he whispered in your ear. You smiled upon recognising his favorite old norse phrase, I love you, my king. "And I love you as well, my king."