Tom Hiddleston and Loki Laufeyson Imagines

Ugly Sweaters (Loki)

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warnings: none (unless corny christmas sweaters frightens you)

summary: Y/N buys matching ugly christmas sweaters for Loki and them to wear to the Avengers Christmas party in the tower, and Loki whines like the little shit he is and gets bullied by Tony and his brother, and realizes how much he loves Y/N, which makes his walls come down and he opens up completely to her.

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    I smirked evilly, holding the matching sweaters up in front of me. I had ordered my boyfriend Loki and I matching sweaters for the Christmas party Tony is having in the tower. Loki will definitely throw a fit when he sees them. But I shall force him to wear it nonetheless.

"Darling?" A voice called from the living room of our shared apartment in the tower, footsteps making their way to our bedroom. I chuckled darkly to myself and made sure to hold the sweater up in the air high enough for Loki to see as soon as he walked in. "In here!" I called back, the smirk on my face growing.

Loki entered the room, "I heard you cackling like my sister in here an-" He stopped dead in his tracks, seeing the sweater in my hands. I turned around and held it up to his chest, seeing how it would look on him. He eyed the sweater suspiciously and shifted his gaze to my smirking face.

"Darling..." He dragged. I giggled and tilted my head to the side, putting on an innocent facade. 

"Yesss?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What is that for?" He asked, his suspicion rising at my act. The smirk found its way back onto my face and I cackled to myself lowly.

"It's your outfit for the party."

Loki immediately bolted out of the door, making a bee-line for the living room. I groaned loudly and chased after him, the sweater still in my hands. "You're wearing it Laufeyson!" I yelled, looking underneath the sofa for him. 

"No I'm not!" He called back, his voice muffled. I laughed to myself and walked to the kitchen, searching the cabinets. The last time I had chased Loki around the house, he turned himself into a mouse and hid in the kitchen cabinets. 

Having no luck in the kitchen, I moved to the bathroom, looking in the toilet to see if he turned himself into a fish so I could flush him. I sighed, having no luck in there either. The last place to look was the study that used to be his room before we started dating. 

I opened the door softly, making as little noise as possible, and walked around the room. I searched everywhere for him, and began to give up until a book hit the floor and a muffled "Ouch!" echoed in the room. I giggled, walking up to the bookshelf and pulled away the books, finding Loki in the form of a cat.

"Gotcha!" I exclaimed victoriously, grabbing him and taking him back to our bedroom. Loki meowed in annoyance loudly. "Oh shush. You know you love me." I said, setting him on the bed next to the box.

Loki shifted back to himself and crossed his arms, scooting to the edge of the bed with a pout. "I don't want to wear it." 

"You're wearing it. You'll look adorable." 

Loki groaned, flopping against the mattress with a huff. I chuckled at his child-like demeanor and straddled his hips. This immediately grasped his attention and he looked up at me with a smirk. 

Suddenly, a strong wave of arousal ripped through my body, making me gasp. I smacked his shoulder playfully, "You are not seducing me with magic to get your way mister." I warned, my index finger pointing in his face. Loki leaned his head up, trying to put my finger in his mouth.