pov- imagines

WALMART- L. LAUFEYSON

pairings: loki laufeyson x reader
warnings: none, unless walmart counts as a warning? Otherwise, pur fluff
about: introducing loki to walmart
a/n: i have absolutely no idea where i got this idea but i ran with it

you're not surprised when loki's eyebrows furrow in confusion at you when you let him know you're going to walmart. he hasn't experienced much of the midgardian life, the extent of it being what you drag him to do, like trying candy and eating from fast food places, both having nearly opposite reactions from your dear boyfriend. meaning: he loved chocolate, and, curiously, many other sweets from earth, and he despised fast food places, shaking his head and pushing away the greasy food while a look of displeasure settled over his sharp features as he watched you eat, ultimately groaning and taking it from you after promising he'd "cook for you forever" so long you never ate that again. he had winked at you a few seconds later when you informed him he couldn't possibly cook for you every time, assuring you that he "keeps every promise to you."

the latter is undoubted, of course, and even as you missed the food that had once resided in your hands, you inhaled the delicious smell of loki's cooking, kissing his shoulder because he looked so purely domestic in casual- well, as casual as he would go- clothing and using your kitchen utensils. "in asgard, this finishes in mere minutes," he hummed, making you huff a laugh and made him promise he'd show you if it was true soon.

now, you narrow your eyes in thought, wondering exactly how much of a good idea it was to bring your suit-clad prince to a walmart, where you have seen people dressed up as vampires and dinosaurs in the hot months of july.

you agree anyways, more intrigued than concerned, and under the assumption that the stop is brief, only going to pick up a few of the ingredients you're missing to make chocolate chip cookies- yes, of course, for loki to try.

"okay, so the chocolate chips are all the way at the other side of the store, can you go get them while i get the sugar and flour?" you ask, looking from the list messily written on the post-it to the signs that hang from the store's ceiling. you face loki, "they're going to be a few aisles from the frozen vegetables, which are right in front of the men's clothing-"

"y/n," he begins, slightly exasperated as he grabs your hand in an effort to shush you, "i am a god. i think i can figure out where to find small pellets of chocolate in a store." your eyebrows join, squinting at him for a second before waving him off, "you're right," you agree after a few seconds, feeling dumb for even doubting him. "don't get lost," you joke, pointing a finger at him while he mutters a reminder of exactly how improbable it was that he would get lost.

loki heads off in the direction you pointed, easily locating the clothing. he admits your advice was helpful when he spots refrigerators, avoiding the looks he's getting while he skims the products that rest on each shelf behind the clear glass, then the others that belong to different aisles, looking for what you asked for. when he gets to the chocolate section, he immediately pauses, examining the various colorful bags of- apparently diverse- chocolate chips. he remembers you mentioning a few of the brands, and, shrugging, he picks up all five bags that have a recognizable name. you'll probably need quite a few, no?

when he walks out, multiple- too many, you'll say later- bags in hand, he stops, realizing he doesn't remember where you were supposed to be. huffing, he pulls out the phone you gave him a few months ago, its only real use is to contact you when you weren't right next to him as usual. he frowns when he realizes it won't turn on, remembering your reminders to charge it.

muttering about how utterly useless the thing was, he heads back into the clothing to go in your direction, ending up in a place he hadn't seen before and sighing in frustration. a woman with a blue vest, yellow words reading walmart on the top right, comes up to him, a wide smile on her face. "hello, is there anything i can help you with?" she asks cheerily. loki examines her for a second, "i am unable to find my girlfriend." the woman nods understandingly, "alright," she begins, and the tone of her voice makes him feel as if he was a child, holding back a glower when he remembers your urging him to tolerate everyone more. "i can help you find her. please come with me," the woman suggests, and seeing no harm to it, loki sulks behind her.

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you're attempting to find the flour you usually use to bake cookies when the loudspeaker crackles on, something you would usually pay little attention to. however, this time, the words catch your attention. "miss l/n, y/n l/n, your child is at the lost and found."

you freeze, barely processing the words until you take off, shoving a random bag of flour into your basket and tracking down the lost and found where your "child" is at. you slow to a stop when you spot loki, sitting behind the counter with his arms crossed and an annoyed look settled over his features, multiple bags of chocolate chips piled on his lap.

you smile at the woman typing, "um, i'm y/n l/n, here to pick up my..." you drift off, motioning to loki, who has barely noticed you and is already standing up, "child," you finish, and the lady nods. "this her?" she asks loki, who nods.

when he's at your side, you narrow your eyes at him for a few seconds, confusion painted clear across your features while you try to figure out what the hell loki was doing at a lost and found. your eyes flicker to the woman, realization dawning on you in the most pleasant way. you let yourself laugh, shaking your head lightly before threading your fingers through loki's and letting him know it's to not lose him again. he shoots you a look but squeezes your hand, "i don't like walmart very much," he mutters, dumping all the bags into your basket before carrying it himself. your calming laughter starts again, tightening your grip on his fingers, "really? is it too advanced for an asgardian prince?" you tease, leaning into him when he prods gently at your side, "quiet, darling."

"loki, it's fine, people get lost sometimes-"

"i was not lost," he scoffs, ignoring your chuckle. "then why was i called to pick you up at the lost and found?" you shoot back, raising an eyebrow at him. loki huffs and doesn't answer your question, simply following you while your hands are intertwined. "i do not enjoy this element of the midgardian lifestyle," you snort and press a kiss to his hand, looking at the bags of chocolate chips in the basket hanging off his arm, "'m not liking it so much either, what if next time it isn't chocolate i ask you to get but a television or something. d'you know how much money five televisions is?"