Tom Hiddleston and Loki Laufeyson Imagines

"I'm Cold." (Loki)

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warnings: none

setting: avengers tower

story type: fluff

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    I groaned audibly, tossing over to face the window. I had been sleeping on-and-off all night. My eyes drooped and I felt myself slipping back into the comfort of sleep a few moments later.

Just as I had nearly fell back under, my bedroom door squeaked open. I turned over, my eyes meeting the emerald ones of my best friend. "Y/N?"

My eyelids felt heavier as I groaned in response. Loki chuckled and walked over, slipping under the blanket very close to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"I'm cold."

Silence filled the room and I felt myself drift back towards sleep. All of a sudden, Loki's chest pressed against my back and he wrapped his arms around my waist, sighing contently and burying his face in my neck.

My face grew red and heated. Loki and I were close, but this felt rather intimate.

Then, realization smacked me in the face like a freight train. I whipped around in his arms, meeting his shit-eating grin.

"You're a frost giant. How the hell are you cold?" I demanded. He laughed and pushed me gently to where I was laying on my back and his head was laying on my chest, his arms still wrapped around my waist. "I lied. I wanted cuddles." He smiled into my chest.

I slipped my fingers into his soft raven locks and played with them, luring him to sleep. He hummed and smiled wider, snuggling into me deeper. "Well you could've just asked." I mumbled.

Loki's soft snores were my only response, and I soon found myself falling asleep.

My eyes fluttered open and I groaned, the sunlight stinging my (E/C) irises. My eyes were met with Loki's side and I felt his arm pull me closer to him in his sleep. A blush crept its way onto my face at how close we were. Our legs were tangled together, my arm was draped across his abdomen, and one of his arms were wrapped around me tightly, keeping me close to him.

I slowly untangled from his embrace and tip-toed to the kitchen to make us breakfast. Slipping my robe on, I grabbed the eggs and milk from the fridge and started cooking. Loki liked his eggs scrambled with milk, butter and cheese-- extra as all hell just like him. I giggled at my joke.

"What's so funny?" Loki mumbled sleepily, walking into the kitchen. I smiled at him, turning back to the stove. "Just a little joke of mine."

Loki returned the smile, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I blushed again, biting my lip nervously. I finished up his eggs, placing them on a plate and turning around to give them to him.

His eyes lit up at the sight of the food, making me chuckle. "You made me breakfast?" He asked, a child-like grin on his face. I smiled back at him, "Of course I did."

Loki took the plate from my hands and slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me towards him and kissing my forehead before walking off to the living room and plopping onto the sofa. My heart practically exploded at his gesture and I followed him with my own plate.

Once I got comfy, I stole a glance in his direction, watching as he tried to work the remote for the television. I chuckled and shifted to the seat next to his, taking the control from his hand. "Let me get it."

"I almost had it." He pouted, focusing his attention on the food in front of him. I grinned, a small chuckle escaping my lips and put on his favorite show. "Almost."

Loki smiled back at me and then turned back to the show playing. He had a habit of becoming absolutely obsessed with one movie for a few weeks, and then once I would convince him to watch a different one, he would become obsessed with that one instead.

His current obsession was the movie Frozen. I swear Loki has watched it at least four times this week, maybe even more than that-- and of course his favorite character is Elsa.

"Stupid girl. Can't she see that ginger is only using her for the throne." He said, scowling at the screen. He always got worked up at the scene when Anna and the evil guy plan on marrying.

I turned to look at him, "I don't blame her honestly, I would've fallen for him too." Loki looked at me weirdly as I continued, "I mean come on-- good looks, rich, seemed sweet enough.." I dreamily said, overdramatically swooning.

Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes, making me laugh. He joined in and without realizing it, we had unconsciously moved extremely close to each other on the sofa. Our thighs were touching, and his arm was resting on the back of the couch behind my neck. I felt the tension rising, so I made my escape by taking my plate to the kitchen.

I rose from the seat to take my plate, but Loki's hand grabbing my own made me stop in my tracks.

"Where are you going?" He asked. Loki wanted me to sit with him?

I smiled down at him, "Just taking our plates to the sink sweetie." He let go at my words and I could have sworn he had the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Oh, will you come back? I want to watch movies with you."

My heart soared at his words and I giggled, "Yes I'm coming back." Loki smiled and turned back to the screen, and I took the dishes to the kitchen, walking swiftly back to the living area to spend time with him-.

I sat down on the seat next to his, and starting watching the movie I had seen around a million times.

Around ten minutes later, I felt Loki's hand slip into mine. I looked over at him, seeing his cheeks a slight hint of pink and his eyes avoiding mine. I smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, which made him smile. I laid my head on his shoulder and snuggled against him, his thumb tracing shapes on the top of my hand.

I felt my eyes start to droop sleepily, and my other arm wrapped around the one he used to hold my hand.

I felt myself being lifted off of the couch and laid down on the soft mattress of my bed. I opened my eyes, seeing Loki tuck me in. He turned to leave, but I stopped him by grabbing his hand.

He turned around, looking at me with a smile on his face. "Stay with me Loki. My bed is cold."

He chuckled and climbed into bed with me, I immediately cuddled up against him. Loki smiled softly, holding me close to him.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too Loki."

His finger hooked underneath my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.

"I mean it. I'm in love with you." He said, holding my eyes with his own. I had never felt such a vast amount of joy before, no other moment would ever top this.

I smiled up at him, "I know that's what you meant. I'm in love with you too." Loki grinned, "Will you be mine, darling?" He asked, rubbing his hand on my waist.

"Yes Loki, I'm yours." I said, my eyes closing from his hand trailing my side. He grinned once more before holding me even closer, the two of us falling asleep with smiles that never faltered once that night.