Fandom x Reader OTP Challenge

Day 27: On One of Their Birthdays - Loki

Day 27: On One of Their Birthdays – Loki Laufeyson

For Miriam Thordottir

Loki was confused when the scent of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon wafted through the air, pulling him from his slumber. He forced his eyes open against the blinding sunlight that flooded the room, soon covering his eyes with his arm. He sat up and a pout formed on his lips. Your side of the bed was empty. He slipped out of bed, not bothering to put on a shirt to accompany his green plaid pajama pants, and headed down the hall, following the smell.

His nose led him to the kitchen where soft music played and you could be seen facing the stove. He leaned against the doorway and watched with a smile as your hips swayed to the beat of the song emanating from the speaker on the counter. You loaded a plate with the pancakes he had been smelling and turned around, stopping short when you saw him standing there.

"Morning, love," you greeted. You had been together too long to be embarrassed when he caught you singing or dancing by yourself.

"Morning, beautiful," he replied, entering the kitchen with a contented sigh. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you cooking me breakfast?"

You tilted your head at him. "Don't you know?"

He shook his head and snaked a piece of bacon from the plate you set on the table.

You stood in front of him and wrapped your arms around his waist, standing on your tip-toes to plant a kiss on his lips. "Happy birthday."

His demeanor changed and his gaze found the white tiles of the kitchen. You sighed softly and took his face in your hands.

"I know you don't particularly like your birthday," you said, kissing his nose. "But mortals celebrate their birthdays every year. And if the birthday person doesn't want to, then his or her friends celebrate for them."

He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around your waist. "No Avengers this time? Last year was awful."

You giggled at the memory and nodded. "I promise. Just you and me all day. How does that sound."

He hummed softly and leaned into capture your lips. "Wonderful."

You smiled and untangled yourself from his grasp, much to his dismay. You led him to the table where he sat down and you sat across from him. You offered him a plate of chocolate chip pancakes- one of the first things you learned upon teaching Loki how to live like a human was that he loved chocolate- and fresh bacon. He took it gratefully and loaded the pancakes in powdered sugar before digging in. You lathered your own cakes and bacon in syrup before following suit.

After breakfast, you settled for a joint shower. It was prolonged as you spent most of the time kissing and caressing rather than properly showering. When you were done, he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around you before doing the same for himself. As you dressed, he carded his fingers through your hair, effectively brushing away the tangles.

After your shower, you asked what he wanted to do. He replied that he wanted to relax all day in your arms. You retreated to the bedroom, dressed in loungewear, and scanned your movie collection. You selected Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. (1) Loki had quickly taken a liking to the series, likening himself to Draco Malfoy. He also liked to point out that while the witches and wizards had some powerful magic, they were total wimps without their wands, and that he could do all the magic he wanted without a special stick.

Loki kicked the black feather comforter away as you started the movie. Once the opening credits rolled across the screen, you settled in beside Loki, pulling the top green satin sheet over the both of you. He smiled as you nestled into his side, your head on his shoulder and an arm draped across his abdomen. His own arm wrapped around your back, holding you close. You smiled up at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw before turning your attention to the movie.

When the movie was over, told him to close his eyes. He quirked a brow but complied, trusting you and your antics. He felt the bed shift as you untangled yourself from his arms and stood up, and he resisted a pout at the lack of contact. He could hear you rummaging through a drawer on the far side of the room and wondered what you were looking for that he wasn't allowed to see. He often picked out your clothes for you, because you liked to dress in what he liked to see you in, so why was it such a secret now?

The bed dipped as you returned to it, sitting on your knees facing the god. You told him to open his eyes, and an expression of surprise and awe fell on his face when he did. In your lap was a box wrapped in green and gold wrapping paper and tied with a black bow. He simply stared at it while you handed it to him.

"You didn't have to get me anything..." he whispered.

You shook your head. "Of course I did. I always do."

His expression contorted and you knew his past was catching up with him. It happened every year when you tried to celebrate his birthday. Setting the gift aside, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you close, burying his face in your shoulder. Your arms secured around his next and upper back, combing through his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

"So many years..." he whispered. "So many years of Odin telling people I wasn't worth celebrating... Thor and Frigga would sneak into my chambers with gifts and food... and then Odin would find out and I would be punished for celebrating my own birthday..."

Your heart broke as he recited the story again, as he'd done every year since you began dating. It wasn't fair, how he'd been treated. You wished you could go back in time and make his childhood a happy memory, but you couldn't. You weren't sure he'd let you if you could.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and pulled back, smiling sadly at the unshed tears in his emerald eyes. You plucked the present from where it sat forgotten on the bedside table and set it in his lap. Leaning forward to kiss his forehead, you whispered, "Happy birthday."

He smiled softly and gently pulled at the ribbon. Once it was out of the way, he tore off the paper to reveal a box. He pulled at the lid, ripping the tape that had held it closed. Inside the box, protected by packing peanuts, was a picture frame. Loki lifted it from its confinement and looked at it closely, smiling when he saw that it was a picture of the two of you together. He turned it over in his hands to reveal a message that you'd taped to the back.

My Loki

You have a harsh past. I hope to give you a happy future. I love you always.

(y/n)

He looked up at you and smiled, new tears waiting unshed behind his eyes.

"Push the button," you instructed.

Curious, he tapped the button in the upper right corner of the frame. Something sprayed him, causing him to close his eyes in defense. When he breathed in, he smelled your perfume and shampoo and just... you. He opened his eyes and looked at you with his head tilted in confusion.

You smiled. "Tony infused the frame with scent samples and my DNA. I thought you might want something to remember me for when I'm not here. I know you get lonely sometimes when I'm at work."

He pulled you to his chest again, hugging you tightly. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, burying your nose in his hair.

"I love you," you whispered, shifting so that you sat on his lap.

"I love you too," he countered, holding you close. You sat like that for who-knows-how long, until he decided that he wanted to watch another movie. He fell asleep in your arms halfway through, holding you to him like he was afraid you'd disappear.

(1) There's been a lot of HP going on at my house lately haha.