Loki/Tom Hiddleston Oneshots

Hidden Art- Loki x Reader

Prompt from TheRealAKB

A/n- Hope you like this!

You dipped your paintbrush into the thick, green paint. The soft bristles of the brush glide gracefully across the canvas, painting yet another masterpiece of yours that the world would probably never see.

Or at least, you hoped not.

Because this painting was private.

You liked painting things you loved the most. Things like the moon and the stars, a steaming hot cup of coffee or maybe something that symbolized your time with the team as an Avenger, like the smart wristband Tony had gifted you last Christmas or the guns you used. You also painted portraits of the people you loved the most, like Nat, who was your mentor in this new superhero jig of yours, or Wanda, who was like your sister.

Or Loki, who you may or may not have a crush on.

That was exactly who you were painting right now, in a quiet corner of the huge room Tony had given you in the compound, before hiding them in a loose floorboard in your closet where you hid all your artwork that you did not need the world to see (which means that they all were of Loki).

You dipped the brush into water, washing off the dark green color and then dipped it into black.

It had been a hard day today. Nat insisted you learn another type of kicks and punched for self-defense and Steve made you run three laps of the entire place as a warm up. A freaking warm up. Tony, however, took pity on you and took you to his lab, where he was working on a protype blaster for his suit, and where, thankfully, there was an AC. But he constantly badgered you about how bad you were at tech and it got pretty annoying. Yes, you were essentially an old lady, (you were kept in cryofreeze by HYDRA) but no, he did not need to point that out. So, as a method of relaxation, you turned to art.

You were working on the final touches to Loki's 'fine Asgardian leather' cape (his words, not yours) when someone knocked on your bedroom door, breaking the silence and making you jump, nearly ruining your hours-long hard work.

You rushed to hide the painting into that loose floorboard area and, panting slightly, go up to the door and open it.

And who else should be standing outside your room except Loki.

"Hi?" you said.

"Hello." He gave you a playful smile. "What happened to your hands?" he gestures towards them, which are splattered with paint.

"Oh, I was painting."

"Painting what?"

"A painting."

He laughed. It was the most beautiful thing to hear.

"Let's see what you were painting, then."

You were definitely not showing him the artwork you had been making just a while ago. Instead, you showed him the ones that were safe for others to see.

"These are really nice Y/n," he said, looking at the canvas which displayed a setting sun and a forest. "What are your paintings usually about? As in, what do you draw?"

"I paint whatever or whoever I love," you shrugged.

Loki's eyes scanned through all your artworks, a small smile upon his lips. He looked up on the wall, where some of your canvases where hung. His eyes swept through your room, falling on your closet.

Unfortunately, your closet was open, and the loose floorboard wasn't properly kept in place, which meant that a bit of green and black could be seen.

And, just your luck, Loki saw that.

"What is that over there?" he widened his eyes playfully. He started to walk up and see, but you grabbed hold of his sleeve, stopping him.

"You, uh, you're not supposed to see those." You said nervously, your cheeks bright red. "They're, er, private."

"Oh, are they?"

"Yes," you said, a little more confidently than you felt. What if Loki saw them? How would he react? You did not want to think about it.

"Okay, then." Loki shockingly dropped the topic. Phew, that was close.

. . .

Loki's POV

The next day cuz why not

He was watching Clint watch TV. It was dusk, and night was falling fast. Soon it would be completely dark outside and you still had not returned from the mission. He knew that you had been on tons of missions like this one before, and so he wasn't that worried.

His mind kept wandering towards that painting hidden in your closet. He was curious- what painting could be so private? So secret?

Ans so he crept into your room in your absence, opening the closet and pulling up the loose floorboard.

And he was so not prepared to see what he saw.

There was a beautiful portrait of him, wearing his Asgardian clothing and brandishing a knife. Beneath were a few sketches of a young man with dark shoulder-length hair smiling and with a ball of magic floating above his arm.

But... why?

His mind went back in time to that conversation he had with you yesterday.

"What are your paintings usually about? As in, what do you draw?"

"I paint whatever or whoever I love."