Marvel Character Oneshots

Never ~ loki x reader

{this story doesn't really take place within any movie plot line, rather just after Loki comes back from somewhere dangerous where he's been for a while}

You knocked on the door. Apprehension hitched your breath, tickling your trachea, bursting your lungs. There was no response. Shit, you thought.

You bit your lip. There you were, standing in the hallway, in front of a door whose occupant was absent, as per usual now. You glanced around, making sure nobody was watching. You twisted the doorknob. It clicked open and you exhaled silently, relieved.

Loki's room was full of light. The windows were vast, and a balcony to the north side was opened to by large, ebony doors. You gazed around, struck dumb at its elegance. The bed was gigantic, covered with a thick, emerald-green duvet and black comforter, fluffy pillows adorning the hefty wooden headboard. You eyed it longingly, exhaustion weighted down your eyelids.

The cool air streamed through the open balcony doors. A shiver ran down your spine. You wandered over to the railing, staring at the beautiful Asgardian landscape. Jealousy pricked at you like a cactus' spines. Loki's room was much nicer than yours. Much more grand and classy. Resting your elbows on the rail, you heard quiet footsteps behind you.

You closed your eyes, excitement and anticipation rushing through your veins. It throbbed, trembling your fingers and clenching your core. You bit your lip and drew blood. Whoops, you thought. The footsteps got louder. You knew what was coming.

Long, slender fingers draped over your shoulders and warm breath misted your neck. You inhaled sharply, your lips twisting into a pleasured smile. You felt his body press against yours, cold leather on the warm skin of your exposed back. His hands slid to your waist, lifting your body into a taller standing position. They intertwined over your stomach and you rubbed them fondly. His chin settled on your shoulder.

You reached back and stroked his silky black hair, sifting your fingers through it, reveling in the feeling of it in your hands again. You felt him sigh against you. The rush of breath spread goosebumps across your skin. Your breathing was shallow. Your heartbeat was quick.

He turned his head towards yours, his nose right next to your ear. He kissed your neck softly. His hands tightened around you. Yours held onto a bunch of his hair. He kissed you again, leaving your skin tingling with tremendous pleasure. Your eyes opened wide, your hand slid down from his head to cup his jaw. His wonderfully angular, straight jaw. He continued to cascade kisses down upon you, littering you in his love.

You breathed out staggeringly. His heartbeat pounded against you. His chest expanded with every breath he took. You grabbed his hand. He chuckled throatily.

"Loki," you whispered, your hoarse voice shamelessly revealing the effect he had on you.

He kissed your temple. "My love," he replied, his deep baritone was utmost pleasure to your ears. He turned you around slowly. You faced him, eyes cast down. You didn't want to see his wounded face.

"(Y/N)," he cooed, touching your bleeding lip with a finger, wiping the blood away. "My love, look at me."

A tear slipped from your eye as you finally lifted your chin to him. His face was scarred. Stitches held together a gash on his forehead.
A sob wracked your chest as you held his face in your hands. His eyebrows furrowed at you, anxiety pulsing from his deep blue orbs. He put his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You closed yours.

"What did they... what did they do to you?" You gasped, more tears making their way down your cheeks.

"It... it was my fault," he mumbled. "I was asking for it, (Y/N). I'm always asking for it."

A cry escaped you again. He pulled you right up against him, but you could still feel his hands trembling.

He moved his lips closer to yours. You breathed the same air. Your chests were the only parts of you with space between them. You squeezed your eyes to stop the tears. Another sob.

"I missed you," you burst out, holding his face tightly. I don't want to let you go again, you thought. "I missed you so much."

His lips smothered yours. The knot in your stomach loosened. You arched your back up to meet him. He kissed you. He kissed you deeply, longingly, lovingly. More tears escaped you, but you could feel him smile against your lips. His mouth was powerful. His mouth was gentle.

You toiled together. He chuckled with you as you stumbled into the railing. He held you up, one hand on the small of your back and one on the rail.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as the heavy weight lifted off your chest. The weeks without him had damaged you, seemingly beyond repair. But him being here now... What did you have to fear?

He tried to break for breath, but you pulled him back in. Small pecks on your lips made you giggle. His hair was knotted between your fingers. Your heart thundered next to his. He kissed you again, fleetingly. Your eyes remained closed as you inched away, one centimeter separating your lips from his. His warm breath beat your face. He curled his arms around you.

Your eyes opened and your arms gently held onto him. He squeezed you.

"God, I missed you too," he muttered. "I missed you so much."

You smiled jovially. "I love you, Loki. To the ends of the universe and back a thousand times, I love you."

You let him go and pulled away to gaze into his eyes. He was beaming at you.

"I love you more, so much more, my darling."

You thought about the time you'd spent mourning his departure. The amount of time you'd thought of nothing but him. And yet, you still eagerly waited for his return. Never had there been, or ever will be a love that compared to yours.

"Never."

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{i am open to any requests for a part 2! :3}