Loki Imagines | Lokixreader

A giggly prince

Just pure useless fluff because I damn well feel like it.
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I shifted on the mattress, wearing a frown and a short moan escaped my lips. Loki shook my shoulders.
"Wake up, (y/n)!"
I didn't respond and clenched my fingers around the bedsheets.
"Wake up, (y/n), you are having a nightmare", Loki said and shook me more.
I jumped awake. Loki looked down at me worriedly. It was around midnight but he was still awake, the lamp on his nightstand was on and the book he was reading lied next to him on the bed.
"Are you okay?", he asked.
"Uh ... why not?", I responded sleepily.
He raised a brow. "You were moaning and sweating and clenching your fists ... I thought you were having a nightmare." Loki glided with his finger over my chin and lips, then he leaned back on the headrest in the sitting position he was in while I was asleep. Then something in his head clicked.
"What were you dreaming?", he asked. A glimmer went into his eyes and a sly smile played around his lips. "You were sweating ... and moaning ..." The smile became a wide grin when he saw my face flush bright red.
I kneed him under the sheets.
He laughed and giggled, threw his book away and rolled over. He lay down on me and let his fingers play on my belly. "Did you dream of me, hm? Did you? Did you?"
I giggled and tried to stop the light tickle of his fingertips to no avail. "Loki!"
"Did you dream of an ice cold tongue? Did you dream of a frozen -"
"Loki!", I interrupted him louder, chuckling while he still held me down, a smirk on his face and a playful sparkle in his eyes. "What's gotten into you?"
"I just like the idea of someone dreaming of me this way", he stated. The grin didn't leave his face.
"Probably half of Asgard did", I responded. "Just look in the mirror, you are the god of mischief, the dramatic fallen prince in the shadows and whatnot!"
"Fashion icon", he joked. "Best magician ever, most beautiful god, forgotten hero ..."
"No need to make the list longer than it needs to be", I laughed. "I am just a girl that got lucky."
"Oh no", Loki said and the first time in this conversation a bit of honesty was in his voice. "You are my girlfriend, the girlfriend I chose. Don't think you are not different, you are. You wont get out of this that easily, I will choose you over and over again."
I examined his face. His black hair framed it, it fell down in light curls. His green eyes darted playfully into mine and on his lips remained the smirk. I wouldn't give him up for all the things in the world. "Aw, that was sweet", I whispered. "I will choose you everyday, again and again, like you said about me."
"Hm ... you still didn't tell me what you did in your dream exactly." His fingers started to wander again.
"No no", I laughed. "I mean ... you know ... we just ..."
"Did I take you from the front or from behind?"
"Loki!", I exclaimed.
He started giggling again (I still couldn't believe how giggly he was tonight), rolled on his side of the bed and pulled me with him. "I love it when you are so flustered!" He cuddled me roughly and we had a little playfight that got us entangled in the blankets.
His face was just centimeters apart from mine. He raised his chin. "I am your king and you are my queen." Loki stretched his hand out and used his ice powers. Two crowns formed in the air and they set on our heads.
My cheeks went pink and I looked on the pretty glittering ice crown on his head. It looked really good, I had to admit. "But wont it melt?", I asked.
"I am above of such pathetic physic laws", he said in false arrogance. "The atoms are too scared of me and my powers to not obey my orders."
"Oh", I said ironically. "Of course they are."
Loki looked down at me. "Do you want to say you don't respect my authority?" A mischievous glow lit up in his eyes.
I shook my head and snickered. "You are unbelievable."
"But you love it."
I laughed more.
"You love it, admit it!"
And we started to roll and cuddle around until I finally gave in. "Fine, fine. I love it. And I love you."
"Just as I thought", Loki said with a satisfied smile. He gave me a peck on my nose, and then on my lips.
"Is this all I am getting?", I pouted. "Such situations usually end with heavy make-out sessions."
"Hm", Loki said and pretended to think. "I can tickle you a little more, if you insist."
"No!", I called, but too late. His fingertips scurried back under my nightgown and we were already a giggling, playfighting mess.