Multifandom Oneshots

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

"Have you seen my brother?" Thor demands.
"No." You shrug.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I'll let you know if I do."
"Thank you." He says, and leaves.
"You can come out now." You say when the door closes.
Loki comes out of your broom closet with a smirk. "You lied."
"I lied."
"For me?"
"For you."
"Why?" His smirk fades and he tilts his head to the side.
"Because I love you."
"You love me?"
"Yes."
"Nobody loves me."
"I do."
"No. No you don't. Nobody does. Do you know the first thing Thor tells people about me? That I'm adopted and evil."
"You do kind of have a bad rep. And you are technically adopted."
"Odin was an asshole."
"I know." You say. You decide not to mention that you've spent hours upon hours reading Norse mythology.
"Why do you love me?"
"Because I see beyond your ev--beyond your façade."
"And what do you see?" He steps closer.
"Someone who has actual feelings."
"Like a human."
"Yes."
"I'm not mortal. I'm a god."
"A god who has feelings."
"Yes, I suppose I do. Tell me, Y/N. What does love feel like?"
"Happy?" You suggest.
"Why are you questioning it?"
"I wasn't sure if it was a trick question or not. You know, you are the god of mischief."
"I've never tried anything with you."
"You haven't?"
"No. I wanted you to like me. Well, I hid your keys once."
You laugh. "Ah, so you're the culprit. I was blaming Tony."
"Nope. That was me." He admits.
You smile and shake your head. That was kind of low for the god of Mischief, and now you have to apologize to Stark, but it was amusing, so you'll overlook it.
"My palms are sweating." He says. "And my stomach feels.... knotted."
"That's nervousness, sweetie."
"Why am I nervous?"
"How should I know?"
"Do you have a dictionary?"
"Well, duh." You smile and pick it up off of a table.
He takes it and flips through. When he finally comes to the page he wants, he reads for a bit, then looks up at you. He looks back down and keeps reading. Eventually, he closes the book and hands it back to you. "Thank you."
"Sure. Get what you need?"
"Yes, I think so. Now I must leave."
"Really?" You raise your eyebrows.
"Yes." He turns to leave.
"Why?" You interrupt.
"I think that I love you."
"Why do you say that?"
"Love is a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person, and a sexual passion or desire, among other things. It isn't a feeling I wish to feel."
"Why not?"
"It makes one vulnerable, does it not?"
"Yes. That's the appeal."
"There's a threat."
"Vulnerability?"
"No. There's a threat from another world coming. I have to go stop it."
"You're going to stop it?" You raise your eye brows.
"Yes. I think that I care for your well being."

He returns after stopping whatever the threat was, beaten and bloody.
"You look like Hell." You inform him.
"I feel like it. You saved my life."
"How?" You ask, confused. You hadn't left your apartment.
"You made me want to come back."
You give a smile and step up to kiss him. "I love you, Loki."
"I think that I love you too."