Letter to my lovers

Colour in-between the lines (Loki x reader)

Tags: fluff, established relationship, no warnings

You're laying in bed with your partner by your side. Loki's calloused fingers are tracing your curves, softly caressing you with a star-struck look in their eyes. Their gaze and touch sometimes stop over your many tattoos, marveling in the drawings embedded in your skin.

"Like what you see?, you said with the hint of a smile in your voice

-Norns yes.", they murmured in admiration

You both remained like this for awhile, the God's head buried buried the crook of your neck while you delicately stroked his raven curls.

Loki didn't really grasp the modern concept of tattoos. Sure, when they visited Midgard in earlier times, tattoos where mainly used to signify belonging to a clan, or a particular skill one possessed. But now? The mortals seemed to like getting them for no apparent reason. You had many yourself, and whenever they asked about one the answer they got only left them more confused.

The prince had never seen all of them though. So when you laid there on the pristine covers, bare for their eyes to wander on, they allowed themselves to get lost in the sight of you. They traced every curve, every scar, every spot and every line. They asked about every single one of these little drawings that made you so unique. You answered them gingerly, your wild stories going from the deep meaning of some to the funny stories of when you and your friends got unbelievably drunk and were entrusted with a tattoo machine.

You explained to them why humans loved those seemingly silly little pictures. Why your sailor friend got an anchor on their ankle, why another has a semicolon, and why another simply has...an egg.

"They don't need to mean something. Most of us have a deeply personal tattoo, it's usually your first one", you explained pointing your very first one. " The madness only goes on from here."

Loki nodded. It was a beautiful concept, decorating yourself in such ways.

"Then these images only make you more of a work of art" they said with a smile in their voice,

-"You flirt!", you giggled, nudging them with your nose, getting a soft chuckle from the god.

Loki eventually confessed that long ago, during one of their long visits on Midgard, they had accomplished such an incredible feat that the tribe they saved tried giving them their markings. They would have been honored...if their skin wasn't so thick that it broke all of their tools, and that they had been subsequentially driven out of the village, being accused of being an avatar of evil.

You chuckled at their misfortune, earning a glare from the God of Mischief.

"Do you want me to give you tattoos?

-What? How? I just told you how it went last time" they said with a frown.

"Let me show you!"

In a spur, you were out of bed and neck deep in your drawer, foraging for an unknown object. Although their curiosity was pushing Loki to take a peek in the drawer, the sight of your naked body kept them glued to the bed...and their eyes to you.

Not a moment later you let yourself flop back onto bed, holding...pens?

"Can I draw on you?"

The trickster looked at you with a baffled look. It was...not necessarily a bad idea. And it might just find itself fun.

And it was fun. You weren't incredibly terrible at drawing, and it seemed that your mind was about to burst from your many ideas.

You started with small pieces on their forearms, and as you built up confidence in your work, moved to bigger works. You had to keep your partner still sometimes, after the God of Mischief could never stay still for long, even in their sleep.

In the end, Loki ended up with two full sleeves of doodles (mostly funny and lude ones), a medium sized dagger in the crook of their hips, and an absolutely massive snake circling up and around their entire left thigh. You even got brave enough to try your hand at their neck, but alas their good will ended at where clothes could not cover.

Satisfied, you finally pulled back to admire them. It wasn't that bad, all things considered. It actually looked really good!

You prompted them up and ushered them towards the mirror. Looking at their image, their eyes met yours in the glass, and they smiled. An honest, pure smile that reached their eyes and made your heart flutter.

You put your arms around their shoulders, hugging them from behind and nuzzling their neck.

"D'you like it?

-Yes, he answered softly, thank you my love."

Later in the day, or maybe the evening, a scream tore through the night, accompanied with the sound of running water

-"Y/NNNNN!!!!"

-"Yes my prince?, you shouted back, hardly hiding your amusement.

-IT'S NOT COMING OFF!!"

You exploded in full-blown laughter. Well, maybe, just maybe, you had switched halfway through from pens to sharpies.