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Loki x Reader |Funny Moments #1|

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"Can I-"

"No."

"Just let me-"

"No."

"But I didn't even-"

"The answer is no."

You slumped back into the couch, huffing loudly. All you wanted was to braid Loki's hair. I mean, if he truly loved you he'd let you, right? Obviously not. You stuck your tongue at him though his book was covering his face.

"Stop that." He said, eyes never looking up.

"Stop that." You mocked.

He set his book on his lap. "You're being a child."

"You're being a child."

"I do not sound like that!" He was starting to get annoyed and you could tell. Yet, you still weren't braiding his hair now were you?

"I do not sound like that!" You stood up now, imitating his perfect posture, and acting as if you had his scepter in your hand. "I am Loki Laufeyson,God of Mischief, and I am above you all."

Flames were now burning in the prince's eyes. "If you mock me again I swear to Valhalla you will regret it."

You knew he meant business and you did think rationally about the consequences. It didn't take a genius to know to stop while you were ahead. But you still hadn't got what you wanted and you had come this far, you might as well risk it all.

"Kneel before me you subservient mortals!" That had done it for him.

Muttering something underneath his breath, you watched as a smoke of ice blue engulfed your body. When it disappeared you looked around to find nothing had happened.

"-" Your eyebrows, which were raised in a mocking fashion, now furrowed in confusion. "-" Still none of your remarks on his failed spell escaped your shut mouth.

"That is much better." He smirked, rising to his feet.

You lifted your arm to punch him, at least you thought you had. Instead, your arm stayed planted to your side. You tried your other arm, the one holding Loki's pretend scepter, but it was frozen in it's previous position. Next you tried your legs, but they also did not budge. The only movable part of your entirety was your eyes.

Loki grazed his fingers over her your chin, making you burn with anger since you couldn't pull away. "I could have fun with this." A devilish smirk appeared on his face.

You grunted in reply.

"I'm sorry darling, what was that?" His lips brushing against yours.

"I said, I want some alcohol." Tony entered the kitchen, both you and Loki's eyes shifting to look at him. "So sweet cheeks, what are you and (name) up to?"

This was your chance to get out of this.

When Tony didn't receive an answer, he looked over at where you were standing statue-still, Loki thinking about how to explain what he had done.

"Help me." You grunted. Tony raised a questioning eyebrow, but he soon caught on. At least you thought he had.

"Huh!" He ran over, excitedly? This couldn't be good.

"I can explain, Anthony." Loki raised a hand in defense, but Tony pushed it aside.

"Psh." The playboy scoffed. "You don't need to explain. I know how to play charades."

Oh fucking great, you inwardly groaned.

"Oh yes, of course!" Loki shot you another devilish smirk.

You soon hated yourself for being so ecstatic on helping the prince learn midgardian games. This one specifically, since you had made him play it before. Thor, however, never accepted the invitation.

"Alright. Hmm." Tony eyed you up and down, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. "A butler?"

You rolled your eyes, something you assumed you'd be doing a lot today.

"Maybe she's a maid?" Loki joined in slyly.

The elevator dinged open and Clint and Nat entered. The assassin was holding her bleeding nose, and only waved before heading to the bathroom. Clint, however, made his way over.

"Uhh, what's up with (name)?" His eye studying you.

"We're playing charades." Tony began rubbing his chin. "A mechanic?"

"Can I play!?" Clint squealed.

Loki grinned. "Sure, Barton. The more the merrier."

As if that was the action phrase, Steve and Bruce came up, followed by Natasha, who had a piece of tissue in her nose to stop the bleeding. Though at first they had denied the offer, Tony had persuaded them into coming, and they all were now surrounding me.

"A stripper?" Tony smirked while Steve gave him a disapproving glare.

"A teacher?" Bruce tried.

"A clown honking a horn?" Steve asked.

How Loki wasn't offended by these comments since it WAS him you were imitating was a mystery to you. You assumed he was too caught up in the fact he had the Avengers so easily fooled.

After an hour of you standing like this, you could feel the soles of your feet start to ache and your arm cramping from holding your 'scepter.' The fact none of the world's greatest super heroes could guess what you were made you question life.

"I don't know, a lawyer?" Steve groaned.

"Too cocky." This time Loki acknowledged the remark. "Maybe she's Tony?" Clint laughed.

"Oh real funny." He downed another beer, the sixth tonight.

"Ya know, I can kind of see it, too." Bruce rose back up from the floor, and walked around me like I was an art piece. "The way her back is completely straight, like how Tony's is when he's going on about how he's a billionaire,genius,philanthropist."

"You're right." Nat smirked, joining beside Bruce. "And the way her hand looks like it's gripping something is the same grip Tony has on his coffee in the morning."

They all erupted in laughter. If you could, you'd surely laugh at the way they were unknowingly comparing the playboy to Loki. Loki, who did know, had his arms crossed over his chest.

The elevator dinged open again, this time revealing Thor. Hearing the laughter, he made his way over to see what was the source behind it. Glancing from the laughing Avengers back to where you were standing, his joyful face turned to concern.

"Thor! We're playing charades! Come play!" Nat insisted.

Thor looked at you still and you grunted something you'd hoped sounded like "help me." Praying internally that he wasn't as dumb as Tony. Nodding in understanding, he glared at Loki who gave him an innocent smile.

"Stop your laughing!" Thor demanded. The room went quiet, and everyone backed up into each other. "Are you all fools? She is frozen."

Tony chuckled, rising and putting a hand on the infuriated blonde's shoulder. "He's so cute, isn't he? Listen princess, she's only 'pretending' to be frozen. She can still move. See, show him." Tony nodded your way.

"I can't you dumb ass." You didn't even question whether they understood you. The groups' gasp of shock was answer enough.

Thor stared at Loki who was pretending to look at the ceiling. "Brother."

"Fine, I'll undo it." He muttered. "But only because I'm tired of these pathetic guesses."

"Wait!" Tony leaped over to you with a disbelieving grin on his face. "I can't believe I didn't realize it." He laughed.

"What is it?" Bruce holding him still as he stumbled about.

"She's Loki!" The whole room erupted in laughter again, including Thor.

"Oh, yes, how humorous." With a wave of his hand, Loki had you falling to your face, your legs too tired to hold you up.

Immediately, the cramping kicked in, and you were groaning in pain. Rolling on to your back, you gripped your scepter hand to your chest and bent your sore legs. It felt like your everything was throbbing.

"Darling?" Loki bent over you. "I'm so sorry." He lifted you into his arms as the Avengers kept laughing. "Shut up, I cannot hear her."

You cringed in pain again as you tried to speak. "I hate you." Loki smiled, kissing your forehead, and taking you back to the room.












--Extended ending--

You were still a bit sore even though Loki had made you lie in bed the rest of the day and up till this morning. He had woken up exceptionally early to make you breakfast in bed, and catered to your every beckoning call to make-up for his actions.

"Do you need anything else my love?" Loki asked, a worried expression now embedded on his face.

You thought it over in your mind. Was there? You had been massaged all day yesterday, caressed all night, and we're now enjoying perfectly made pancakes and a side of fruits. Life was looking great. But there was still one thing missing.

"There is one thing." You said with a sad face.

"What is it my love? I'll do anything to assure you are happy."

"No, you won't." You took a small bite out of an apple slice.

Moving your food aside, Loki took your chin in his hand and made you look up at him. "Yes, I will. I swear it on Valhalla. As long as it makes you happy, I will do anything."

"I love you." You smiled, innocently.

"I love you too." He kissed you on your forehead before standing back up. "Now, what is this thing you speak of?"

"Can I braid your hair?"

Freezing in spot, the god tensed up, a stern look on his face. "Pardon?"

"Can I-"

"No."

"But you just-"

"No!" He stomped out of the room, muttering under his breath.

Witnessing firsthand the bad mood his brother was in, Thor popped his head into your room door. Loki left it open when he stormed out.

"Lady (name), is Loki alright?" Thor sounded more curious than worried.

You kept your eyes on your phone as you replied. "He's just upset because I want to make his hair look beautiful."

Thor swung the door the rest of the way open, and sat himself on the bed. Stars in his large blue eyes. "Will you make my hair look beautiful?"

You squealed happily, signaling him to sit on the floor. This wasn't Loki but it was going to be fun. Especially since his hair was much longer than Loki's.
--
Loki had been trying to read on the balcony, but squeals and loud talking from inside was disturbing him. Though he truly did not want to, he went inside to find the source of the noise. It was not a surprise to him when he saw Thor was in the center of it.

"Woah, Thor! Your hair is nice!" Natasha was smiling at the fishtail behind the god's head.

"Why thank you." He winked.

"It compliments your face." Steve pointed out.

"And makes you look even younger." Bruce added.

"Who did it for you?" Clint gawked.

"Lady (name). She knows how to make hair look beautiful." Thor wore a bright grin, and it just became brighter when he saw a dumbfounded Loki. "Brother! How do you like it?" He gave a twirl.

Loki didn't want to admit it, but the braid did look nice on his brother. "You look feminine."

Pushing past Thor, he headed back to the room. Suddenly, he wanted to have his own hair fixed like that. He swung the door open with a small on his face, (name) filing away at her nails.

"I saw Thor's hair." He said.

"And?" You asked, eyes still focused on your hand.

"I've decided that I would like to have my own done that way." The grin on Loki's face disappeared when (name) hadn't responded to his comment, but continued to file away.

"(Name)?"

"Hmm."

"Can you-"

"No."

"But you-"

"No!"
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WHAt goes around comes back around, hey, my Loki!