Multi-Fandom Imagines

Pickup Lines(Loki x Reader)

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is January 11th, 2020. I just found out David Bowie died. 5 years ago. I didn't know he died. I thought he was still alive because "he" was posting on his Instagram. I was wrong. He died of liver cancer in 2016 5 years ago today.

Would you mind doing a LokiXFemaleReader where Loki's this big ass flirt and enjoys making Y/N flustered and shit cuz i live for that crap. If you could, please make it in the universe where Endgame didn't happen and Loki just faked his death (again) in Infinity War and all the Avengers (including Loki) are living in the tower. Given the assumption that you aren't annoyed with my already specific request, it'd be absolutely phenomenal if Loki and the reader kissed, and Natasha is like a mother figure to the reader. Thanks!

Y/n yawns as she pulls herself out of bed, throwing her hair up in a messy bun as she flinches at the cold of her bedroom's floor. She places her feet into her slippers and carries herself to the other end of her room, where the entire wall is tinted black glass. Pressing a button on the pad beside the window, the tint dissolves and sunlight from the early New York skyline streams into her room.

She winces and walks into the bathroom to her right, directly beside the window. She washes her face with warm water and dabs it dry with a fluffy, clean towel. Opening her eyes again, she yelps and throws the towel at the green and gold figure grinning behind her.

The towel wraps around Loki's face in a dramatic, wet slap. He peels it off. "Hey!"

"What are you doing in here?" She gasps, placing a hand on her chest. 

He gives his signature laughs and steps forward, leaning against the counter. "Well, I've been looking at your skin a lot lately, and I was curious how it looked so supple. Especially your lips. I was wondering if they would taste as good as they looked?"

Y/n's mouth drops open, but she quickly recovers, pushing past him. "Smooth, Loki. Very smooth." She walks out of her bedroom down the hall to the kitchen and begins brewing a cup of coffee.

He leans against the wall and observes her. "No amount of coffee could keep you awake like I can."

Y/n smacks a hand down on the counter and turns her head slowly, staring at him. "What?! What are you doing?" He shrugs and slinks away with a grin on his face. Natasha passes him, stopping and doing a double take at his expression. She walks up to Y/n and pours herself some coffee.

"What's with him?"

Y/n laughs wryly. "I don't know! He showed up in my bathroom and started talking about how my lips would taste, then he said something either very sweet or very sexual about coffee."

Natasha bites her lip as a little snicker escapes her throat. Y/n sips her coffee and rolls her eyes in amusement.

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Y/n grunts as she spars with Loki in the training room. She blocks a fist and jumps over his sweeping leg. Loki uses his momentum and forces it back to Y/n, swinging his arm across her collarbone and slamming her to the ground, along with untying her shoelaces. Y/n groans in pain as Natasha grins at her from behind Loki.

"You're doing good," she compliments.

Y/n sits up, rubbing her back. "I have some angry bruises that would disagree." Shifting to her side, she spots Loki watching her. "What do you want now?"

"You should tie your shoes, I wouldn't want you falling for anyone other than me."

Y/n groans and pulls herself to her feet, shoving Loki a little. "Cut it out, Loki!"

\--/

After eating dinner and cleaning the kitchen, Y/n sneaks out onto the roof of the tower to watch the stars. She loves stargazing and does it at least once a week. She sits on the edge and dangles her legs over the side of the building. Heights never scared her. 

She leans back and watches all the stars speckle her velvety vision. Y/n hears footsteps and sees familiar black boots beside her head. Loki crouches down and lays beside her, looking up at the stars as well. 

"If I had a star for everytime you brightened my day, I would be holding an entire galaxy," he says in a soft voice.

Y/n groans and snickers, her back arching as she laughs. She turns on her side and looks at his profile. His eyes shift over and he looks at her warily. "What?"

"Why are you flirting with me?"

"I'm not flirting, I'm just genuinely enamored by you," He responds cooly. His hands creep up the side of her face and waist, drawing her against his warm body. His glimmering green eyes lock on her lips and he kisses her slowly, sweetly, dragging out this precious moment. They pull away, breathless.

And so they lay there together, hands clutching the other, eyes locked on the spiraling night sky, and unspoken pick-up lines on their lips.