Tony/Bruce/Loki/Strange × Reader One shots

Pet me (Loki)

    It'd been a long day and you just got done showering off. Let me just say, the work of a maid is taxing on the lower back. You slip on your slippers and push a secret lever in your wall, that your boyfriend installed once you got together. Briskly you ran down the secret passage, knowing your lover awaits.
   As you push the door open, you hear the shower running. Smelling his sweet essence floating throughout the room, you lay onto his soft bed getting comfortable. He must've just gotten back from training with his brother, because his armour litters the floor; leading to the bathroom. You hurriedly pick them up and set them in the dirty clothes bin, before yet again taking a seat on his bed. Knowing Loki, he would probably be awhile. So you lay back and reminisce on your past together.
   You were just starting out as a maid for a little extra money. Life was a mess and all you wanted was a steady job. Even if that was cleaning up after the royals. You dusted the throne room; enjoying the tweeting of the sky creatures whenever you made one amazingly beneficial, wrong step. Your had backed up into the prince and his books clattered to the floor.  You instantly fell to your knees picking them up for him. Again and again you apologized to him, until you handed them to him and you met his gaze. An utmost disrespectfull act against then prince, but instead of shooing you away or punishing you he gazed back into your eyes a bit lost himself.
      You laugh now, to yourself about it. It seems so childish. All one big fairy tale come true. Maybe you should wish upon a star more often.  'Please make me a princess, so I can lawfully marry, Loki,' you think and peek your eyes open. Unfortunately you are still a maid. You sigh and trace the silver and gold accents that decorate his silk green blankets. The shower turns off and you perk up at the sound of him walking around the bathroom getting dressed. The steam curls under the door and recedes into the bathroom as the door opens.
    "Y/n, you are here." He says a soft smile across his lips. You smile back and look away from him, being he is only in his asgaurdian pants. "Oh, my apologies." He says and quickly pulls on the top, before sliding into bed next to you.
    "It is fine, Loki." You say and bring your hand to his face, letting him lean into your touch. His hand travels up to the one cupping your face and he pulls it away; kissing its palm and knuckles lightly. A warm blush spread across your cheeks as he did so and you laugh softly to yourself. The things he does.
    "Thank you," he says and intertwines his fingers with yours. You squeeze his hand lovingly and he returns the favor.
    "For what, darling?" You respond with a raised eyebrow. He cups your face, brushing aside askew pieces of hair and tucks them behind your ear.
    "For risking everything to be mine." He reciprocates and leans in slowly kissing your forehead, nose, and lips. You laugh softly to yourself.
    "Someone once told me, you do crazy things when you're in love." You retort and lean closer to him. His eyes widen with shock, before settling into a content gaze.
   "You're in love with me?" He asks softly, staring deeply into your orbs. Your face flushes a deep red and you pull away.
   "Is that too forward? Maybe early?" You stammer, afraid of his answer. He quickly pulls you back towards him and he kisses you passionately; sharing a flame that can only be distinguished by the parting of your skin. As quickly as it comes it goes.
    "No, I love you too." He says and grabs you tightly, kissing your cheeks. The wide smile returns to your lips and you hold his hands tightly.
    "Thats a relief." You say and laugh softly. He does the same and smiles.
    He begins to read his books while you lay next to him; looking through the daily job logs. Sure, you already have a job, but maybe you don't want to be your lovers maid forever. It would just seem like one of those kinky, looked down upon love stories. You didn't want people too look down upon your love for Loki, because it is so strong. Though, I guess it doesn't really matter what people think. It just matters on what you feel and how you feel it.
    Your love for him is strong. So strong, perhaps you would give away your soul to protect him. Maybe even pierce your delicate skin with a silver blade, just to offer him some sort of insurance. Of course, you don't believe that your pull to him is toxic. Hell, you know if things went to shit and he started to harm you, then you would leave. Sure, it would hurt like hell to leave him, but you will not be treated that way ever again.
   You shiver at the thoughts of your parents and burry your legs into his lap; praying the thoughts would go away. He notices your touch and looks away from his book to you. He stares at you for a minute as you get comfortable, then goes back to his book. Hugging to his leg, you squeeze your eyes shut; fighting the thoughts with Loki's memory.
    You think about the one time he snuck into your room and took you out for a picnic under the stars. You remember how intriguing your conversations were that night and how you both had to cuddle together for warmth. Once you laied in the bed almost just like this. Except his head was in your lap and you were braiding his hair. You hummed a lullaby your mother always sung as she put you to sleep. Of course, he ended up falling asleep and you had to sneek back into your room, but it was a marvelous night.
    "Loki," you say and pick at his pants legs; missing the feeling of his fingers in your hair.
    "Yes, darling?" He responds, never looking away from his book. You groan.
   "Pet me." You say softly and kiss his leg lovingly. He looks up from his book to you and a smile tugs at his lips.
   "Why would I do that?" He asks and makes a mental note of the page he is on. Your eyebrows knit together and you smirk.
    "Because you love me and I want your attention," you reply honestly and give him puppy eyes. He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
   "Well, pet, you aren't lying," he agrees and sets his books down. He gets comfortable and you nuzzle your face into his lap, as his slender fingers intangle themselves in your hair. Smiling you sigh contently. His finger graze your scalp, itching and rubbing it. It sent you into another world of relaxation. Waves of non-sexual pleasure wrap around you and warm your soul. You close your eyes enjoying the feeling, until it comes to an abrupt stop.
    Knitting your brows together you feel around for his hand. Once you found it you place it back on top of your head and pat it. He snickers and continues to pet you. Loki loves to tease you. He finds it simply adorable the way you react.
    He remembers once, when he snuck into your room and spent the night with you. Both of yours heads leaned in and he pulled away everytime you went in fir the kiss. Giving up you flopped over and whined, until you got what you wanted. To him, you are a fresh breath of air. Never breathed in by anyone and never to be breathed in by anyone, but him. That is another reason he made you his personal maid, whenever his old one left for 'better opportunities.' Crock of shit he though, but he never really liked his old maid anyways. Once she realized she couldn't fuck her way into marriage for money, She left and he didn't mind one bit. Mostly because you came along. A rare gem in a room full of coal. Gods, he loves you.
    He never really thought he was capable of love. He hated sentiment and all things emotionally attached, until you came along. He thought it was stupid and rolled his eyes at Thor for loving Jane, but now he didn't think so negatively. Maybe, Thor saw something in Jane that she didn't see in herself. Just like he did with you.
    Your soft snore broke him out of his train of thought. He blinks acouple times, not realizing he is staring at you. Your lips parted slightly, hair a mess from him, and a peaceful expression across his face. He smiles warmly and kisses your forehead pulling you to his chest and laying down. "Good night, my love."