IMAGINES: LOKI x READER

Pancakes... please

Last night, after one too many drinks at the bar, I ended up at my place with a very naked and ridiculously hot Loki. Naturally, the night ended with some steamy action in my bedroom. But what I didn't expect was to wake up this morning and find Loki in my kitchen, wearing nothing but a towel. He must've just gotten out of the shower. Droplets of water were dripping from his dark hair onto his broad chest, trailing down his toned torso before disappearing beneath the towel wrapped snugly around his hips.

"You're awake," Loki said without turning around. "I'm making breakfast. Pancakes or scrambled eggs? The pancakes are done, but I'm still working on the eggs."

"I see," I murmured, struggling to tear my eyes away from his glistening chest and trying to gather my thoughts. "Pancakes... please."

He nodded, and his lips curled into that same smirk that had driven me wild last night—the one that turned my bar outing into a night in my bed. My heart started racing, and my mind was spinning with questions: What does this mean? Why is he still here?

"Do you always take such good care of your... casual flings?" I dared to ask, trying to sound confident even though I was trembling inside. My fingers nervously fidgeted with the edge of the robe I'd thrown on to cover my embarrassment.

Loki turned to me, spatula in hand. His eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Casual?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Darling, if this were casual, I'd have vanished by now, leaving you with nothing but memories. But, you see, I've decided I deserve more than just being your little escapade."

I nearly choked on air. My eyes widened, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Even the tips of my ears turned red, which I'd never noticed happening before.

"And what exactly do you deserve?" I asked, trying not to let on how much his presence was affecting me.

This was Loki. The same Loki who'd been invading my dreams almost every night, driving me crazy. The same Loki who always knew how to charm his way into anything. That cunning Asgardian god I'd fallen for.

He stepped closer to me, leaving the spatula on the counter. His gaze was so intense I could barely breathe.

"You," he said simply. "I deserve you. And judging by last night, you don't seem to mind—and you deserve me too."

I froze as his fingers brushed softly against my hand. His touch was warm but sent shivers through me.

"You're so sure of yourself," I whispered, trying to keep my composure and not faint from the overwhelming rush of emotions.

Was this really happening? Were his words for real?

"Always," he replied, leaning in closer, his breath hot against my skin. "But with you... it's more than just confidence. It's something bigger, my little Midgardian."

I didn't get a chance to respond because his lips were already on mine. This kiss wasn't like last night's. There was no wild, frantic passion. It was slow, deliberate, and filled with a tenderness that felt like he was trying to tell me everything he couldn't put into words. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

"Loki," I whispered when he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "Will you... stay?"

He smiled, and there was something in his gaze that made my heart beat even faster.

"I'll stay," he said softly. "If you'll have me."

I nodded, unable to find the words. His lips found mine again, and the rest of the world faded away.

Loki in my kitchen, making breakfast, looking at me like I was the only person in the world, holding me like I was the most precious thing in his hands—this wasn't a mistake, or a fluke, or some dream. This was the beginning of something we both wanted.

So yeah, pancakes... please. And Loki... forever.