After Tony and Thor have departed with the guards, you seek refuge in the warm embrace of a soothing shower. The cascading water not only serves the purpose of cleansing your body but, in its gentle flow, offers solace to your restless mind. You stand beneath the steam-laden veil, cocooned in a tranquil atmosphere where the soft patter of droplets against the tiles becomes a therapeutic symphony. The ambient lighting casts an ethereal glow, turning the bathroom into your personal sanctuary.
As the water envelops you, time becomes elusive, slipping through your fingers like the warm liquid streaming down your skin. You allow yourself to be lost in the moment, temporarily free from the weight of your thoughts. Minutes blur into hours, and you find it difficult to discern how long you've been in the shower. The world outside seems distant, replaced by the serene solitude within.
When you finally step out, your fingers are adorned with pruney wrinkles, a testament to the prolonged respite you sought in the shower's embrace. The steamy veil lifts, leaving you with a sense of rejuvenation, not only for your body but for your spirit as well.
With anticipation bubbling within, you embark on the next phase of your evening routine – preparing for bed. Excitement courses through your veins at the thought of returning to your cherished haven, your sanctuary. It's a place where you've poured not only time but also a piece of your soul into crafting, ensuring that every nook and cranny resonates with your personality.
For years, you've dedicated countless hours to transform your house into more than just a dwelling; it's an extension of your being. Compliments from friends have often graced your ears, bringing a shy blush to your cheeks. It's a labor of love undertaken solo, as you lacked a partner whose strength matched your own. Yet, every brushstroke of paint, every carefully chosen piece of furniture, and every decorative item was worth it. It wasn't just a house; it was your home, a place where you could envision spending the rest of your days.
As you nestle into your comfortable bed, a profound weariness envelopes your body, and you extinguish the nightstand light, surrendering to slumber's gentle caress. However, dreams intervene, disrupting your peace. In this nocturnal reverie, you find yourself with Loki, guiding him through the familiar hallways of your house. But, inexplicably, he vanishes into thin air, leaving you bewildered and searching for his elusive presence.
Panic sets in, and you hurriedly call Tony, your voice trembling as you express your inability to locate Loki anywhere within your home. Tony's voice, laced with urgency, speaks of chaos unfolding in New York, and your phone slips from your trembling hand. Guilt washes over you like a tidal wave; you've somehow become entangled in Loki's sinister plans. Your heart beats faster than ever before, the weight of responsibility pressing upon your chest. And then, abruptly, you awaken.
It was just a bad dream, you realize, as you take a moment to slow your breathing and calm your racing heart. You tentatively glance at the clock – 6:47 am. It's time to rouse yourself from slumber and prepare for the day ahead, filled with uncertainty and anticipation.
Once you've gathered your belongings and completed your morning routine, you make your way towards Loki's door. With a firm knock, you signal your readiness for the day's adventures. A few seconds later, Loki swings the door open, his tall frame towering over you.
"What's on the agenda today, my lady?" Loki inquires, a hint of flirtation in his voice.
"Pack your belongings," you command, a sly smile gracing your lips, aware that Loki remains in the dark about your plans. You're filled with excitement, eager to reveal your surprise.
Raising an elegant eyebrow in puzzlement, Loki complies, and you watch with a mixture of amusement and anticipation as he efficiently packs his belongings. "Let's go," you declare, turning on your heel and heading towards the elevator, leaving Loki to follow, still harboring confusion but intrigued by your enigmatic demeanor.
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Loki x Reader
Fanfiction[Smut] It's winter season. Most of New York is covered in snow. You thought spending some time alone, but that was not what Loki intended to do with your time.
