Loki x Yn imagines/ oneshots

5'3 & 6'2

'Loki. Come.' You call out to Loki while your sitting on the couch bored.

'Yes darling?' Loki answers as he walks up to you.

'Am I strong?' You ask

'Very.' He answers

'I'm going to lift you up.' You state opening your arms.

'No your not.' Loki replies stepping back.

'Yes I am, I'm strong.' You say stepping closer again.

'I'm too tall.' Loki says

'Then squat down.'

'That's not going to make it easier baby.' He chuckles at how determined you are.

'Well why can't I lift you?' You whine

'Your too short I'll squash you.'

'I'm not too short your too tall.' You pout at him trying to convince him.

'No your short.' Loki replies

'I'm not!' You shout

'You are, your tiny.' Loki says patting your head.

'Your mean.' You swat his hand away.

'I'm not mean I'm stating facts.' Loki laughs.

'Your facts can eat dog sh*t.' You retort.

'Now that's not very nice love, the short ones are always the meanest.' Loki rolls his eyes at you and tries to turn away but you run in front of him.

'I'm not short your too tall.' You grump

'How tall are you then?' Loki questions

'I-I don't want to say.'

'Why's that?' Loki asks.

'I'm short.' You say defeated.

'How short?' Loki asks again.

'5'7.' You answer

'No.'

'5'6.' You reply

'Don't lie.' Loki says holding back laughter

'5'5.' You say louder.

'Darling.'

'5'3.' You throw your head against Lokis chest in defeat.

'Good girl.'

'Now can i pick you up?' You say jumping away from Loki with your arms up.

'No. I'll pick you up instead.' Loki says. You normally love being carried but not right now.

'Nooo if I can't pick you up you can't pick up me.' You reply running down the hall as Loki chases after you.

'You can't run from me, I'm faster.' Loki shouts.

'That's because your tall.' You call back.

'Are you going to blame everything on me being tall?'

'Yes.' You turn the corner but Loki appears in front of you and throws you into the air catching you by your waist.

'Noo stop put me down!' You shout trying to swat his hands away.

'Hmm no.' Loki says throwing you up again. He then throws you over his shoulder and throws you down onto the couch. 'You don't get to say rude things without being punished my love.'
Loki says wriggling his fingers about to tickle you before you kick him over and run away.

'Darling this is getting dumb.' Loki calls out to you. But you don't answer so Loki follows you.
'Bubs where are you?' Loki shouts but you say silent. 'Hiding from me isn't very nice yn.'
Loki begins to search around for you, your not in the bathroom, living room, or the kitchen and laundry, he can't find you in the bedroom or study. It hits him where you are, you must of snuck away from your original hiding spot and hid in the little storage area in the couch. There was no where else you could be. When Loki went to check turns out there were other places you could be. He turns around and spots a tiny gap in one of the high up kitchen cupboards, he opens the door and pulls you into his arms. 'My baby thought she could hide from me did she?' Loki says throwing you down onto the couch. He tickles your neck and moves down to your under arms, your stomach, then down to the dips in your hips. He found it, your most ticklish spot, he moved his fingers faster and applied just the right amount of pressure as you laughed and screamed under him.

'S-stop I-it -stop -stop it, lokiii.' You scream

'Nah.' Loki replies tickling you harder moving down to your thighs then back to your stomach and hips again it was almost like he was everywhere. Your eyes burned with tears as you tried to break free from his grip but couldn't stop laughing.

'P-please I'm sorry.' You say and Loki stops.

'God your laugh is everything.' Loki chuckles.
He helps you stand up and he kisses your forehead.

You wrap your arms around him and try to pick him up but fail miserably almost making Loki fall.

'Told you.' He retorts.

But you lift him up again managing to hold him for a couple seconds before dropping him causing Loki to fall on top of you.

'Ahh fu*k.' You say as Lokis limbs are tangled with yours on the ground.

'I will tell you I told you so in a minute but first are you ok?' Loki says helping you up onto the couch.

'I'm fine.' You answer

'I told you so.' Loki pulls you into his lap and kisses your cheek. 'I like having you shorter than me, your like my little bean.' Loki says trying to cheer you up.

'Your too tall.' You reply still mad about the whole ordeal, Loki giggling at how stubborn you are.