Life with Loki - short stories

A Lanuage of Love

Summary: Loki runs you a bath on a Thursday morning, but it is a bath with so much more meaning behind it.
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Tags: Domestic Loki / Romantic / Established Relationship / Fluff, fluff, fluff
Note: This one is very self-indulgent, haha. I hope you're all well and manifesting the life of your dreams — which you deserve xxx
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Even within the happiest of happy relationships, there is always something to work on. Always a bit to do. For if we don't keep working on ourselves, we cannot evolve. When one person in a relationship stops their self-evolvement, it becomes difficult to grow forward alongside someone when they're back down the road behind you, stuck in the mud. Sometimes we don't have the ambition or determination to unstuck ourselves from that mud, leaving our partner to go on head without us. They have to, we have to move forward, its unfair to expect someone to let themselves be stuck in the mud with you. We change, we grow, but as long as we can grow beside each other, and walk down that road together, then the relationship will most definitely succeed.

You were married, and then you weren't. In the time between being married and meeting Loki, you had learnt a great deal about yourself and who you were in a relationship. You had also learnt what you need and expect from a partner. You explained this to him, when yours and his roads crossed and you decided to continue the journey together. He understood, and shared his wants and needs as well. You both felt as if you were finding your feet again, as it had been a long, long, time since he had even been sexual with another, and the fact that he had never had a romantic, committed relationship in his long life. But you were the best for him, as he was the best for you. You were both very well matched together, so naturally in-sync with one another, but occasionally, that area of continual work within your relationship cropped up, which was ok, because you both tended to it.

You see, your main love languages were acts of service & words of affirmations: you needed your partner to show you that they wanted you within their life. You needed your partner to show you that you were wanted within their life. From your past experiences, unfortunately, words had became empty air. Failed promises, dying their quick death. You needed the proof. Although you began to trust words again. They still meant a lot to you when you needed them. As much as you enjoyed those comfortable silences with Loki sometimes, you needed to hear the words from him. He had no issue in showing his love, need, and want for you. Those feelings were continuously threaded throughout his small to large thoughtful gestures. It felt phenomenal to finally have your main love language catered to. But the words were Loki's weak point. He got better with time, as he began to feel complete safety in knowing that you would never shun him for his words of vulnerability. He knew you would never, but that fear was once a common occurrence for him.

On his side, his main love languages were quality time & physical touch: he needed to be around you, to know you weren't going anywhere. Yes, it was also from a place of insecurity, but that was ok. It was understood, as the revelation of your love languages had been discovered from insecurity. If he couldn't be touching you, then he need to be near you, in the same room as you, while you both delved into your own tasks. But the burn, the ache that trialed along his fingertips and every pore of his physical being, could only be soothed when touching you. His skin called for yours, for your hair, for your warmth. For you. Yes, you were both feral for each other sexually, but he also needed that platonic touch. He needed to be grounded, and the feel of you did that for him.

On the previous subject of the continual work within a relationship, this was clearly where you two had to do that work, as sometimes, he didn't have the words, and you went off on your own. Truthfully, you just weren't use to having your partner want to be in your literal presence so often. It wasn't an act of distancing yourself from him —although sometimes he did worry that was the case— it was purely the fact that you were so use to being independent, as you had to be, it was routine. It was uncomfortably comfortable. It took a lot of work to adapt to this, and there were days you still had to work on it, as he occasionally still had to work on freeing his words without your prompting. So now, when either of you were having a particular needy day in regards to those particular needs, you would just say it. Which brought you to this present moment—

You woke up on your day off to an empty bed. It was almost startling to wake up without his touch upon you, so immediately you got up in search of your love. Your feet padded along the carpet until you had reached the open kitchen. There he was, already on his way over to greet you as you lingered in the doorway.

"There she is. My angel", he hummed as he cradled your cheeks within his hands, tilting your sleepy face up to him so he could observe you. "Come sit", he paused his words to kiss you. "Breakfast is ready". You sat yourself down at the table, a filled plate of your favourite breakfast meal before you. He asked you what you wanted to do on your day off. You weren't too sure currently. The lovely, thoughtful breakfast came to it's natural end, and you were determined to load the dishwasher and wipe the benches, and loki was surprisingly ok with that. But as you began to make your way to the bedroom to select some fresh clothes for the day, he intercepted, telling you to follow him. He guided you to the bathroom, where he had prepared a bath for you. "I know you love the occasional morning bath, and you mentioned how your skin was a little dry, so it's infused with milk and honey". You raised yourself onto your tip toes and kissed him tenderly, running your fingertips through his dark locks and over the skin on the back of his neck. He loved that. He near melted when you did that. With that action alone, you would have the absolute power to pull him back from the verge of a chaotic onslaught. You could essentially feel it within his lips— he needed that extra today. So once you were settled in the bath, you called for him. He peeped his head around the corner, asking if you needed anything.

"Yes. I need you". His heart swelled within its chamber at your words, and your need for him to be near. "Come and sit? With your book?". And so he did. He returned with his latest read and settled down against the wall. You watched him intently, watching the tip of his tongue rest between his lips; a sign that he was heavily invested at the monologue upon the current page. And when his eyes met yours, they never trailed down your body with that usual look of hunger that would express he was famished of you. Your eyes were too empty of such carnal thoughts. It was just two people who were deeply in love with one another —taking care of and responding well to each others needs of love— casually hanging out in the bathroom together, at nine o'clock on a Thursday morning. You and Loki walked your own paces down the road, but together. Always together.