Marvel smut oneshots

Loki x reader

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"AUGH! Stupid brother stupid stark stupid y/n stupid powers! Stupid stupid stupid!" Loki shouts, slamming a fist into the pillows.

"Jesus Loki stop swearing like a 5 year old and calm the fuck down!" Y/n rolls her eyes as the millennia old god throws his tantrum. "God what I'd give for something to drink." She smirks, snaps her fingers, and a glass of whiskey appears in her hand. "Much better."

Loki looks up from the ground. "Don't suppose you could magic a portal back home?" He asks hopefully, dusting his leather off.
"No can do horns. Left my sling ring at home." You smirk, and raise your glass mockingly at him. " I wish cloaky was here." You pout.

"Your attachment to your brothers animated wardrobe is ridiculous." Loki scoffs.
"Your ridiculous" you mock, mimicking his tone. He groans and sets about exploring the cabin, looking for more food.

How you two got here was quite funny actually. You were supposed to go check out a cabin to see if it was good enough for you Nat and Wanda to have a weekend away, but Tony insisted you take Loki, after all you were still on babysitting duty,

So the two of you showed up, checked out the cabin, got dinner came back, and fell asleep there. Woke up the next morning to find yourself snowed it. To be fair it was the middle of January. But the blizzard wasn't due for weeks.

And yes you were having alcohol at noon. What's wrong with that?

Loki returned empty handed. "Can you magic us some food? My brother refused to have stark remove my bracelets." He shook his wrists, showing the snuggly fitted silver wrist cuffs, to which you laughed.

"Only you would refer to technologically advanced cuffs to block your magic as bracelets." Loki huffed and sat himself down on the armchair across the room for you.

Shaking your head you leave the room, searching for the room with the biggest bed. You could use a nap on something besides the floor.

~§ time skip brought to you by me making Loki a bottom in this.§~

"Y/n."

"Y/n."

"Y/n wake up."

"Y/nnnnn wake up!! Please! I'm hungry!"

You wake up  to an extremely hungry toddler, sorry you meant god jumping up and down on your bed. "Good god Loki. Every heard of maturity?"

Loki laughing and climbed off the bed. "Yes. Tried it didn't like it. Anyways I'm hungry, can you magic us some food?"

"Fine." You roll your eyes. Rolling, quite literally, out of bed, you follow the god into the kitchen. There he has set up a table for the two of you, with two paper plates,  some obviously not washed cups, and a bedsheet as a tablecloth.

"Loki please clean the cups next time." You glare at him, as you flick your hand and clean the cups. Your brother hated dishes almost as much as you do, but had refused to learn a spell to clean said dishes, claiming he could spend his time on much more important spells.

"Thank you y/n, now, can we please eat?" Loki begged, gesturing to the currently food-less table. You roll your eyes, and with a flourish, summon steaming tomato soup, bread and butter, and some wine, which you quickly pour into the cups, despite the cups being obviously not made for wine.

Several minutes, or maybe hours later, and more than one bottle of wine, you found yourself miserably intoxicated, with a happily drunk Loki next to you. "Y/nnnnnnnnn can I sleep with youuuuu tonight?"
He exaggerated some words, and you shook your head. This was giving you a splitting headache.