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A Hearts Misunderstanding

Loki x Reader

They/Them pronouns

Takes place right before Thor: Ragnarok

Summary:The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

After a moment of silence, the reader kisses Loki and admits their love for him, sealing the beginning of a budding romance. Thor, always the good-natured mediator, playfully remarks on the young love, taking credit for bringing them together.

A Hearts Misunderstanding

You stood in awe as Thor guided you through the grandeur of Asgard, its magnificent palace towering above you, every corner adorned with exquisite craftsmanship. Thor had been a perfect host, sharing stories of Asgard's history, its people, and showing you the hidden gems of the realm.

You couldn't help but laugh as Thor recounted one of his childhood misadventures, and as you did, you noticed a certain someone lurking nearby. Loki, the ever-elusive prince of Asgard, had always had a mysterious air about him, and you had never really been close. In fact, you'd been rather rude to him on several occasions, unknowingly hurting his feelings.

As Thor's laughter echoed through the halls, Loki couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him. He had harbored a not-so-secret secret crush on you for quite some time, but he assumed you held nothing but disdain for him. Your closeness with his brother only fueled the fire of his insecurity.

Loki's patience wore thin, and his emotions got the best of him. He interrupted your merriment with Thor, snapping, "Must we continue with this incessant laughter and endless tales, Thor? There's more to Asgard than your futile anecdotes."

Your laughter ceased, and you turned to Loki, your eyes flashing with annoyance. "Loki, if you're so uninterested, then why don't you just leave?" you retorted sharply.

Thor, sensing the growing tension, stepped in to mediate. "Come on, you two, no need for this."

But Loki, consumed by his jealousy, couldn't be dissuaded. "Maybe I will," he spat, storming off with a heavy heart.

Your anger flared. "What's his problem, Thor?" you questioned, hurt and anger bubbling inside you.

Thor sighed, a mix of frustration and sympathy in his eyes. "He's got his demons, Y/N. I'll go talk to him."

You nodded and watched Thor go, trying to make sense of the sudden conflict. Moments later, Loki and Thor returned, but the tension still hung in the air like a thick cloud.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Loki suddenly burst out, "You think you're so clever, Y/N, playing these games with Thor, laughing at his jokes, and pretending you don't see me, but I see you! I've always seen you."

You were taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widening in surprise. Loki's expression had shifted from anger to a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability.

"Say something, anything," he implored, his voice trembling.

You were at a loss for words. The revelation left you unusually quiet. Uncertain of how to respond, you tentatively reached out, your hands resting on his cheeks, and you kissed him softly.

"I love you, Loki," you whispered, your forehead pressing against his. The weight of your unspoken feelings finally lifted.

Loki's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and elation dancing in them. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he murmured, "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

Just when you thought the moment couldn't get any more perfect, Thor, with his ever-endearing sense of timing, appeared beside you. "Ah, young love," he quipped, a mischievous grin on his face. "I knew this tour was a good idea."

You and Loki couldn't help but chuckle, your hands still entwined as you shared a knowing glance. Despite the rocky start, Asgard had become the backdrop for the beginning of something beautiful between you and Loki, and Thor was more than happy to take the credit for his part in bringing you two together.

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i hope you guys had as much fun reading this as i did writing this!

Down with Crush (Loki x Female Reader) (18+)

Summary : You're an avenger and Loki have a crush on you, but he'd never express his feelings to you. But your thoughts infiltrate his head every waking moment, to find the relief he ends up on Tumblr every night to read Y/N x Male reader fics.

Warning : 18+ , Minors DNI , Sub loki, Male masturbation, slap kink

Note : This is what happens when I can't sleep and sub loki is on my mind.

Loki got enamored with you from the very moment he saw you. You are an avenger, a very popular one. And he absolutely adores you, however he'd never allow his feelings to come to the surface, his secret will remain intact. He can't handle another person rejecting him or the bundle of affection he had to offer. 

So he kept the fact that he fancied you to himself. Everytime you smiled at him, his cheeks flushed. Everytime your hands brushed against his he would feel the butterflies, you're strong but there is a softness about you that he would have wanted to explore if he wasn't so afraid of rejection. 

Whenever he wasn't saving the world he would hang out in his room surfing through his phone on this thing called web. He had found his favorite site, a site called Tumblr. He loved reading fanfictions, apparently that's what they called it. But he wasn't reading fictions about himself, no no no he was reading about you. He loved searching for your name in there.. Y/n x Male reader, it all started very innocently. He'd search for something fluffy and imagine those scenarios in his head about you. But then he stumbled upon a sex fiction, a smut piece if you will.

He has never come so hard as he did that night. He fondled himself until he exploded all over his torso, he felt so ashamed, so guilty, he felt like a pervert but he couldn't help it. He was so addicted to you. It felt like a drug that he needed in his veins.

"Let's see if I could find something tonight" he muttered under his breath as he laid down on his bed with his phone in his left hand, he made sure to get naked first. You always made him cum so hard, even though he was just imagining it all. He scrolled and scrolled to find a good smut fic that would make him tremble with need. And he finally did.

"Y/n x sub male reader.. fucking hel..yess" he started reading the fiction and it was a piece about you edging him mercilessly, he spat on his palm and then it went straight over his already hard and leaking cock. He needed a release that he craved so badly, he bit on his lips and then licked it as he scrolled down further. The dirty words scribbled by the writer were downright filthy.

"Awhhh my pretty boy you look so pretty like this, all tied up for my pleasure" he moaned audibly as he pictured you on top of him, his arms tied up over his head as you would talk down to him. He pumped his cock up and down slowly, his thumb rubbed against his tip. The sweat beads started to form on his forehead and pooled between his chest, he kept the temperature up for that same reason, he loved feeling so sweaty, so dirty as if he was actually there making love to you, fucking you. Your sweat drenched bodies rubbing against each other, the thought of your warm pussy made him even harder.

"Are you my good boy or not? Because you're being a real brat right now" The y/n in the story gave a small little slap on the reader's cheeks and he pictured you doing that to him. Oh he wanted to feel you slap him, hurt him, do whatever you wanted to do with him. He closed his eyes and thought about your hands as you slapped him hard. So hard, he wanted to feel the sting and then maybe a gentle caress, he'd love the mark you'd leave on him, he moaned loudly as he increased his strokes, he rubbed his precum all over his palm as he fisted himself. 

"Ohhh I'm your good boy miss y/n, yes I'm your good boy..fuck please miss..ahh yess" he mumbled as he felt himself getting closer to his peak. He threw his head backwards on the pillow, arched his back as he felt the knot building up in his core. He envisioned your mouth on him, taking him in, your tongue running around his shaft, his length, his balls even and he felt so nasty. 

"Cum for me whore" the line made him explode instantly and he screamed your name as he let go, he loved the degrading name being used for him, he wondered if you'd be into this type of thing. It was all fiction afterall. He looked at the cum that splattered all over his torso and he massaged it over his skin, he just wanted to close his eyes and picture you doing this to him. He was obsessed with you, truly obsessed but he would never let his feelings out to you or make you uncomfortable with this. 

Because he knew you'd never be into him, you're too good for him, you're beautiful, so smart, a hero. He's not worthy of you, the thought made him tear up and as soon the euphoria he felt from his orgasm died down, the guilt creeped in. You're his friend, one of the only people who genuinely seem to care about him. He truly felt ashamed of such thoughts, but he knew he'd come back to this whenever he'd see you again out there being your gorgeous self. He knew his mind would wander again as he'd picture filthy scenarios in his head about you. He can't have you but he can imagine.

He got up to get showered so he kept his phone down on the bed and left for his bathroom, and that's when you came out of his closet that was right next to his bed. It was his birthday tomorrow. You wanted to surprise him with a gift, you needed the exact size of his shirt but when you heard his footsteps approaching towards the room you hid in his closet. 

And you saw everything. You saw everything he did, the way he pleasured himself and screamed your name as he came.

And you intended to use this surprising revelation in your favor tomorrow