Loosely based off the song "Sweater Weather" by The Neighbourhood.
Loki had spent most of his time in the NYC Avengers Tower. He never had interest in Midgard or the mortals that occupied the realm--until he met a certain mortal. Her name was (Y/N). Since the day he walked in she had been nothing but welcoming. Throughout is time there (The amount of time he was supposed to be there was unspecified) he had grown close to her, she had even called him a best friend.
"Loki!" A familiar voice called out. His head snapped up to meet (Y/N). She was smiling down at him, noticing how he splayed on his bed to read, but ended up looking passed the book and at the wall.
"Enjoying the book?" She asked smugly. He didn't answer but simply nodded his head. She threw herself onto the bed with a huff.
"How are you not hot? It's about 90 degrees in this tower." She wondered out loud.
"Well, considering it got cold outside, I'd figure it's sweater weather, you know?" He watched her nod. Her plump lips pressed together into a thin line. She then turned and moved the book to the side before moving her hands into his sweater pockets.
"We should go outside."
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Loki now stood in a park, leaning against a tree. He hated the park, it was a bit too happy for his liking. He watched as (Y/N) tried to scavenge for snow.
"You do realize that there is barely a quarter of an inch of snow, right?" Loki smirked. He looked up and rolled her eyes at him.
"It's the thought that counts."
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After they walked around the park they went home. (Y/N) had just gotten out of a steaming hot shower. Now they sat drinking hot tea.
Loki watched her, his mind wandering
No shirt, no blouse-
One Love, two mouths
One love, one house.
His breathing quickened.
(Y/N) looked at him, her eyebrows knitted together. "You okay, Loki?" She began. Loki shifted over to her, grazing his lips over hers. (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat. "L-Loki-"
Loki pressed his lips against hers, tasting her lips. He moaned into her lips as he laid her down onto the couch. Pulling off each others clothes, they ran their hands over one another's body. Slowly he slipped himself in, softly and roughly trusting into her. Her moans of ecstasy pushes him farther, quickening the speed.
"Fuck (Y/N)-" Loki moaned, only for the (H/C) haired girl to moan back in response. He lowered is head, sucking at her neck. "Faster-" She began, only to be cut off by Loki's hips pounding into her.
His length throbbed as he released into her. She orgasmed, sending a tidal wave over him.
He relaxed and rolled over next to her. The cool wind blew into the room, (Y/N) shivered. A green shimmer floated around her as Loki's sweater materialized around her. Cuddling into him, (Y/N) fell into a sleep. Her hands in the holes of Loki's sweater.
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Tom and Loki imagine one shots
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