Loki Agere Ficlets

movie night [caregiver!loki, regressor!reader]

summary: After a hard mission, Loki helps you wind down.

You collapsed dramatically onto the bed in a heap, laying your head back. The blinds behind had been shut tight this morning, the curtains covering them now having fluttered open just enough for a patch of sunlight to shine right in your face.

After a few seconds, you opened your eyes, squinting as you sat up against the headboard you were still slouched against.

Loki's expression softened at the sight of your antics. "Are you small?"

You mumbled in an unintelligible but loud manner in response, which was plenty answer enough.

Loki came closer, and you started to fold your arms, playing with your buttoned long sleeves and automatically bringing a hand up towards your mouth.

Loki tutted and quickly took your hands in his to deter you, green seidr flicking over the surface of your skin, cleaning your hands of dirt and grime.

"Hey bug, you're all dirty."

You barely heard him, your eyes lighting up at the sight of the green energy, instantly distracting you. You were always enamored by Loki's seidr, the awe you felt only increasing exponentially when you were regressed like now.

You knew he made it flashier than necessary, sparkling brightly just because you liked it.

Said, now clean, hand went into your mouth without an objection from Loki this time, your thumb slipping in and the rest of your fingers curling to the side so you could rest them comfortably. You looked up at him, blinking and hiding a yawn behind your hand.

"Tired, little one?"

You nodded emphatically, knowing he meant to imply a nap, which always meant cuddles (if you wanted them). You were exhausted, though in no mood to actually sleep.

Loki hummed. "We should get you cleaned up first."

You whined, shaking your head. You lifted up your hands slightly, well hand as in singular, because one was staying in your mouth.

Loki's only response was to raise an eyebrow.

You looked pointedly at your hands again. "Seether." You frowned at your mispronunciation, which was further muffled by your fingers, then pouted as Loki's expression remained unchanged despite the fact that he clearly understood your meaning.

You wanted him to use his seidr instead of you having to take an actual bath.

"It's not the same; don't you want that oil and slime out of your hair?"

"Nu uh. Water feel icky." You shook your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You weren't trying to be dramatic, and you didn't want to cry, but the thought of getting water in your hair and by your ears was too much to bear at that moment. And a bath would simply take too long.

Loki looked at you knowingly, seeing your expression. After thinking for a moment, he seemed to come to a decision.

"How about we watch a movie instead? And you can finish cleaning up after a nap, hm?"

You sniffed.

"...Okay."

You agreed easily, feeling more confident because you knew a movie was even better than a nap– you would get to cuddle and you knew you wouldn't fall asleep while the television was on.

You sat up fully, pushing yourself up with one hand to shift off of the bed. You were still in your work clothes, so you immediately turned back around, tugging at your button-up shirt. The pout and the pleading in your expression told Loki all he needed to know.

Loki chuckled almost silently, more of a fond smile, but he still granted your request, a quick flash of seidr washing over you to change your wrinkled and stained work clothes to soft pajamas.

You murmured unintelligibly a satisfied noise, kneeling on the ground by the television. You struggled to pull out from underneath the television set a heavy wooden chest. You frowned because with one hand, it was difficult, but it felt lighter than normal...

You stopped, hand dropping to your side and you saw it shift without you touching it and you looked back at Loki to see him looking away in an exaggerated nonchalant way. It made you grin, having caught him. You held back a giggle, trying to stay focused on your task.

As you opened the lid, your mood immediately brightened further at the sight that greeted you. Inside were rows and rows of brightly colored VHS tapes, with several more stacked sideways on top, along with a few DVDs mixed in.

It only took you a few seconds to make your choice, picking one of your favorites at random.

When you turned around, Loki had your favorite stuffed toy in hand, a bright orange plush tiger, along with several pillows and blankets arranged on the floor. He moved down to the floor, in front of the television, patting the space beside him.

You flipped over and held out the plastic case so he could see the movie with smiling dinosaurs on the cover, before you plopped down beside him. Loki accepted it and the case clicked as he opened it and he pulled the tape out.

The routine was familiar as he got up to load the tape into the video player, with this movie in particular even, having watched it again and again with you without complaint.

Soon the movie was playing and Loki sat back down, your bright eyes following his movements.

"Alright, c'mere bug."

You happily collapsed sideways and snuggled into him, pulling your blanket and tiger plush with you. The blanket bunched up, but Loki pulled it, ruffling it out until it laid smoothly over you.

You murmured a 'thank you' from behind your hand, settling in comfortably, and Loki rested an arm around your back.

Before long you were enthralled by the television, the world around you melting away until the only sensations you focused on were the bright colors and sounds of the movie, the soft fur of your plushie, and the warm steadiness of your caregiver.