Marvel Character Oneshots

Snow ~ loki x reader

{this story does not take place within any particular movie plotline. it's set in Asgard, in the palace. you've grown up in there}

You wrap your shawl around your shoulders tight, staring in awe out of the window. The snow outside is the worst you've seen in all your years in Asgard. The gardens are unrecognisable and the cloud cover so thick that the town is hardly visible from the palace. 

You shiver involuntarily and turn to the fireplace. The flames throw heat over the hearth and you feel them warm your legs as you walk past it. Your fur boots brush against your shins as you lope towards your bed, spying the ajar door.

Loki is on his way home, you think, smiling as you sit down on the bed and curl up in the unmade covers. You kick off your boots and tuck your feet under the warm blankets, leaning against the headboard. You close your eyes as you imagine the feeling of his arms around you again, though you'd felt them early that morning. He'd gone off to fight a battle in Vanaheim with Thor, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. You can pretend all you like, but you know that nothing will be better than when he walks into your room and embraces you tenderly as he tells you how much he missed you that day. 

Having been betrothed to Loki since childhood, you'd been around one another your whole lives. However, the two of you had been far from friends until after school. It was then you'd had to court one another where you'd formed a fruitful bond and fallen deeply in love. It was as if the Allfather had known you were meant to be. 

The door clicks open softly and you sit up, an anticipatory smile glazing your features. Loki appears a moment later, a cloak adorning his broad shoulders and his battle armour flickering behind it. His jet-black hair has snowflakes scattered all over it and his boots seem to have been stained white. After quietly shutting the door, Loki turns to you with a grin as he hangs up his coat.

"One moment, my love," he says, closing his eyes for a moment. Using his wondrous illusions, he changes his armour into a comfortable tunic and green trousers. His feet are bare and the snow on his hair disappeared. He opens his eyes and his arms. You hop off the bed and lose yourself in his tight grasp. He's cold to the touch but you don't mind as his secure arms hold your waist and you settle your head in the crook of his neck. He smells of snow with a faint trace of sweat. 

"My darling, Loki," you murmur, smiling against his shoulder. "You have returned from war unharmed, who can I thank?"

"Why, yours truly, my love," he replies cheekily. "It was a glorious battle. Thor, Lady Sif and co were far too busy to fear for my life when their own were on the line. And of course, I am quite capable."

You giggle. "Oh, I know! Do you remember not the days of our ferocious dueling? When we knew our swords better than we knew ourselves?"

He kisses your forehead with a chuckle and a smile. "I remember. Although, I must confess, sword fighting is not my best suit."

"I know that too. I defeated you more times than I care to count," you say, gazing up into his eyes, shawl falling off your shoulders; the cold forgotten. "And to think we were mere children."

"You blow my ego viciously, my love," he scoffs playfully. 

He begins to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. Your arms envelope his neck as you lie down on the bed. He props himself up with one knee and leans down to kiss your lips. 

Loki holds you gently, cupping your face with one hand. He softly kisses the tender area at the base of your neck. The euphoric warmth blossoms within you once more, the warmth you'd been craving all day. You are breathless with delight as he showers you with gentle, soft kisses, each with its own flicker of fire. He draws back and spends a moment studying your face.

You blush, despite your familiarity with Loki. He gazes at you lovingly, his eyes softening with tenderness before sparking with something else, like excitement. He tilts your head to the side and kisses you, his lips demanding. He slides you further onto the bed and your leg wraps around his waist. You feel a smoldering heat deep within you as his grip tightens, crushing your body to his, gentle yet firm. He slants your head further, deepening the kiss. 

Completely and utterly breathless, you break apart. The smile he gives you is shy and filled with adoration. He chuckles deep within his throat. You bite your lip and sigh in contentment.

"The frost bites us, even here," Loki says, scrunching up his nose in distaste. "The blankets call to us, love. Come." He moves off you and slips under the duvet, beckoning for you to join him.

You snuggle up to his side and place a hand on his chest. His arm rests around your shoulders. You look up at him to see him smiling at you. 

"My, my, I don't believe there is anyone who does love you like I do," he whispers, tracing the edges of your face. Your heart warms immensely. You lean up to kiss him fleetingly.

"And I don't believe there is anyone who loves you like I do," you whisper back, smiling.

Loki tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. "It's incredible to think that this time tomorrow, we will be married."

"It's going to be wonderful, my darling," you sigh dreamily. "A winter wedding."

"A winter wedding for my wonderful woman," he coos and kisses your forehead.

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{eeeeeee part 2 of the wedding?!}