I was awfully bored, so I knocked at Loki's door to bother him. Loki would get upset, but he wouldn't hurt me since I was the first and only one who helped him when he was at his lowest, when no one would.
I knocked another time, then looked down and observed my not-painted nails.
Loki opened the door, and I looked up to see Loki, in his feminine form.
She looked really beautiful. She had wavy hair, and perfect eyeliner.
Once she saw it was me, her face lit up. She smiled, which allowed me to see her perfect white teeth shining.
"Come in," she said, gesturing.
I entered her room, sat down on her bed, thinking for something to do until she interrupted me.
"This doesn't bother you, right?" She asked me, taking a deep breath and fiddling with her hands.
"No, of course not Lokes," I reassured her. Then, an idea popped in my head.
"Can I braid your hair?" I asked her.
"Uh, yeah, okay," She answered, nodding.
She came over and sat on the floor in front of me, her back facing me.
I summoned a hairbrush then started to brush through her soft, and silky hair.
I put my hairbrush down, and started to braid her hair and humming to "Je te laisserai des mots", by Patrick Watson.
LOKI'S POV
Their hands going through my hair really relaxed me. I never knew I needed this.
Their humming really relaxed my tensed muscles.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment.
I should be in my feminine form more.
Y/N'S POV
As I finished her braids, I said that I was done.
No response.
"Lokes?" I called her. Again, no response.
I stood up and stood in front of her, admiring her in a sleeping state.
I smiled to myself, before picking her up and placing her in the bed.
I kissed her forehead, before flattening my clothes out to leave, I heard her mutter something and held my hand.
"Don't leave," She said. I forced back a smile as I lay down beside her.
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AVENGERS / CAST IMAGINES
FanficJust some imagines of MCU characters. This book is LGBTQ+ friendly, so please, no homophobic comments.