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"Darling, I love your laugh as much as the next person, but I'm afraid I can't kiss you under these circumstances."
You pull away for a hot second, shoulders shaking with laughter. "Sorry, sorry. Your hair keeps tickling my face." Leaning forward, you steal another kiss from his soft lips, letting your forehead rest against his while his hands hold your hips.
"I can always put it away," he offers, but you shake your head.
"Nah. I'll just try harder to not laugh."
Your fingers absentmindedly play with the ends of his black locks as you talk, causing your lover to smile fondly. He grasps your hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your wrist, the back of your hand, and your fingers.
You feel a surge of warmth flood your body, heart picking up its pace at the sweet intimacy. He's so loving in the way he handles you, like you're something rare and priceless.
When his fingers interlace with yours, you can't stop the adoring grin that paints your entire face like a beautiful picture. He's the one to initiate another kiss this time, starting with small pecks before they turn into slower, lingering kisses somewhere down the line.
And this moment, with you and him together, like the only two people in the world?
It's all you'd ever need.
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Loki one shots 💚
Fanfiction(x reader oneshots) Dive into a series of adventures with the God of Mischief, and yourself, whether as a princess of another realm, a fellow avenger, or an average Midgardian (Requests are open)
