The Avengers x Reader Inserts

a well-deserved surprise | loki

·         a/n: inspired by an imagine that I previously posted on my tumblr. it paired perfectly with the prompt for day three of fictober, which is incredibly convenient because I wanted to write my imagine out fully as a one-shot! I imagine this as another timeline or taking place for Loki discovers he is a Frost Giant, when he still refers to Odin as his father, not knowing any better.

·         This isn't my greatest, but that's okay. Enjoyment, not perfection.

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·         prompt: "you did this?"(day 3)

·         warnings: being taken for granted, fluff

·         word count: 1.6K

When you had walked out of the king's evening council meeting, you hadn't been surprised to find Loki leaned against the wall nearest to the large doors, waiting for your dismissal with the rest of the elected advisors. What had surprised you was the raw enthusiasm that gleamed in his blue-green eyes as he called your name, took your hand in his, and lead you away from the bustling voices of the council members who departed together towards the great hall.

The drifting leaves of the expansive gardens crushed softly beneath the soles your boots as you walked hand-in-hand with your betrothed towards the eastern wing of the courtyard – a place only Loki and yourself ever ventured to. You hadn't the slightest inclination of what he might be planning or what the purpose of his sudden giddiness could be, but you were happy with whatever the reason. Seeing him so full of gleeful energy was rare; it only ever happened when he was alone with you or his mother and it never lingered for long.

But tonight, he was a like skittish kitten playing with an unraveled ball of knitted yarn, leading you through the maze of shrubbery and vegetation with frequent glances from the path and back to your eyes, his face alighted with delight between enthusiastic sentences. His steps were quick and light as he led you by the hand across the cobblestone, traipsing over the dying foliage that autumn had shed from its branched limbs.

His interest melted your heart as he spoke on and on about your recent success in the royal courts of his father. You were sure your blush could be seen in the torch lit passages as he recounted details about your written treaties that you had never disclosed to him – he must have read them for himself out his own curiosity. Your eyes slowly cascaded across the bounding tendrils of his raven hair and the curve of his chiseled jaw when his sudden halt disrupted your admiring trance.

When his gaze met yours and you discovered that his words had faded to silence, your smile turned apologetic. It seemed he knew you had been too busy admiring him to listen intently.

"(Y/n), have you heard a word of what I've said these past ten minutes?" Loki asked, his playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You were almost ashamed to admit it, but the specificities of whatever he had been saying all this time had simply evaded your attention – you could only focus on his contented smile and his genuine happiness that the golden hue of the torches seemed to illuminate perfectly. Not to mention, your mind was far too tired to indulge much conversing.

"I'm sorry, Loki," you looped your arm through his, hoping to assuage his playful frustration by tucking yourself closer to him, "I was distracted by something far lovelier than words."

Loki was quick to catch your compliment and was more than gracious in overlooking your blatant lack of attentiveness. He covered one of your hands that gripped his arm, chuckling at your attempt to avoid his confrontation. When he walked forward, he pulled you gently with him at a calmer pace that allowed you to rest your head against his shoulder.