IMAGINES: LOKI x READER

His color is black

An enraged Loki stood in the middle of the room, glaring at Lisa with a fiery intensity. His chest heaved with labored breaths, his black hair was disheveled, and a dangerous glint danced in his eyes. The tension in the room grew heavier with each exhale.

"I don't want friendship," the man hissed, stepping closer to her. "I want all of you—your heart, your body, your soul."

Lisa swallowed hard, stunned. This was not the turn she expected during an argument with Thor's brother. They rarely saw eye to eye, and most of their conversations ended in heated exchanges. But never had the dark-haired, sharp-featured god from Asgard shown any hint of feelings—much less spoken so openly about them, especially towards her.

Since Loki and Thor had arrived at the Avengers' tower a few months ago, falling for the God of Mischief was the last thing on her mind. Yet here she was, her heart skipping a beat because of him.

"But..." Lisa murmured, her voice barely audible. "You're the God of Mischief. How could I—"

"I'll prove it to you," Loki interrupted, his tone firm and unyielding.

He appeared beside her in a flash, cupping her face in his hands with commanding gentleness. He leaned in and kissed her. At first, the kiss was slow, tender—testing the waters, careful not to scare her away. After all, this was the first time in centuries, perhaps ever, that Loki had confessed his feelings to someone.

From the moment Loki first encountered Lisa in the tower's hallway, her eyes captivated him. Bright, endless, and childlike, they looked at him as if they could see into the very depths of his soul—a soul even he doubted existed.

The kiss deepened, growing more intense. His strong hands trailed down her elegant back, pulling her closer, while hers rested hesitantly on his chest. The kiss was intoxicating, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach and weakening her knees.

"You..." Lisa broke the kiss, her lungs burning for air and her lips tingling. "You... Why you?"

Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

"What?" Loki froze, startled by her reaction. He held her face again, lifting it so her tear-streaked eyes met his. "What do you mean, Lisa? What about me?"

She laughed through her tears, and confusion flickered across Loki's face, mixed with the faintest hint of panic.

"Sorry, Loki." She took a shaky step back, trying to calm her nervous laughter. "It's just... I never imagined that a priest's daughter would fall for the God of Mischief, a character I used to read about in children's comic books. Me, my heart... all of this—it's so weird and makes no sense."

Lisa wiped her wet cheeks with her sleeves and glanced back at the bewildered man.

"You're a priest's daughter?" Loki asked disbelief etched on his features as he locked eyes with her.

"Yes."

"Even better." The bright blue of his eyes darkened as his pupils dilated unexpectedly.

"What?" Lisa raised an eyebrow, perplexed.

"Well, aside from the delicious irony of our sin, I'm just glad my wandering is over."

"What?" she repeated, now thoroughly lost. "What sin? What wandering?"

"When I was a child, a prophecy foretold that my true love would be a priest's daughter from Midgard," Loki said, stepping closer to her. "And as for the sin..."

His eyes flashed black in the twilight of the room and a second later he kissed her neck greedily, drawing wild moans from her lips.

This night, their first night of love will be remembered for the rest of their lives. Lisa will writhe with pleasure under Loki's muscular and so hot body, and the man will catch her every movement, dissolving in his feelings and merging with her into one whole.

And even though his color is black, he will fill Lisa's heart with the purest and brightest love imaginable.