Loki Imagines (Smut edition)

Why Don't I Scare You?

Smut,

Word count: 2,792

Loki didn’t know why exactly he trusted you.
It was strange and unusual. You weren’t afraid of him, disgusted, or even hateful towards him.

Tonight he finally found his resolve. The Avengers went on a vacation, but they were called in on a mission. So that left the two of you alone in the beach house. You just got back from swimming, you were gone the whole day. 

You touched him casually. He missed it, truly. Yet he couldn’t possibly gather why.

Why would someone as gentle and passionate as you do that?

Brush your hand on his forearm when you needed something on the table?

Why would you sit next to him while you played video games?

Why would you clean his wounds despite knowing they would heal quickly?

Why would you give him books or tea?

And more importantly why would you hug him when the Avengers fought against Chituari? 

 

Why him?  

 

You were gentle as a flower. You would blush when he reached a book you couldn’t. You spoke to him, not for the sake of speaking, you wanted to speak with him. A man that wanted to enslave your planet.

 Why?! Why him?! 

 

Why him and not Thor? Why him and not that star-spangled idiot? Why him! Why Loki!?

 

His inner turmoil finally won the everlosing battle and he walked to your suite. He knocked gently on your door.

Should he do this?
What are you going to do?
Are you going to hate him?
Was he intruding your privacy?
Was he overstepping?
Why is it taking so long to open the door?

Maybe he wasn’t welcome- 

 

“Hey, Loki,” you breathed. You were dressed in a tank top and shorts. You looked him up and down, “Come in,” 

 

You opened the door wider and he stepped in tentatively. “What’d you need?” You asked gently and he melted at the sound of your voice so gentle towards him of all people. 

 

And then the turmoil came back. Why were you as gentle to him as you were to your orchids? What in the all Nine burning Realms made him so special?

 

And then it started.