Tom Hiddleston x reader Imagines/ One shots

Loki-Not Expecting

Requested by Teta-Ray
Sorry it's been like a year since you requested this but hope you enjoy!
Warning: Some sexual content, not like that's a problem or anything ;)
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Loki was off to Asgard fighting alongside his brother, as you sit impatiently on the floor of your bathroom.

You've been feeling nauseous ever since he left a week ago, thinking that it may have been some bug that you caught at work or.... You didn't know what it was really.

But tonight, you went with the worst case scenario thought. And as a matter of fact it came true.

You stare down at the stick, wide-eyed, and chuck it across the room, as tears begin to flow down your face, and your body begins to rack with sobs.

What was Loki going to say? Would he be ecstatic? Would he shun you away? Or worse, leave you?

You were thinking of all the worst case scenario things here tonight.. Yikes!

You go over to where you threw the test and picked it up, not even hesitating to shove it in the garbage.
And put toilet paper, and anything that seemed like trash was thrown on top to hide the almighty object that you wish to forget about.

Walking out into the bedroom you throw yourself atop your bed in a heap.

You close your eyes for a brief moment
And that's when you hear a loud knock at your door.

It was 11pm, who the heck could be knocking at this hour when no one even wants to bother with you at any other hour of the day?

You take a huge breath to collect yourself and wipe your tear stained cheeks.

Looking through the peephole and once your eye focuses, you see a battered and bruised Loki.

'Oh shit he's home early, and I'm looking like a slob' you thought, looking down at your sweatpants and long sleeved graphic tee.

You could've at least had the decency of getting dressed today. Look presentable for your brave frost prince.

Not realizing how long you've been standing there staring at the door, by a flash of a green light Loki teleports into the inside of the door frame.

"Hello my brave Princ-."

"Not now Y/n." He snaps.

"Are you doing okay?" You say softly

"Does it look like I'm okay?"

You stare at him, glazing over his scattered bruises and the cut on the side of his lip.

You bite your lip wincing at the thought of what he must've went through.

"Assuming it didn't go so well."

"Well what do you think? Fighting non-stop for a week, I feel like absolute shit Y/n." He complains.

"Well then why don't you just relax?." You slowly bring your fingertip up to his battered, yet still beautiful face. He closes his eyes, melting into your caress.

"Mmm, as long as you're willing to join me darling?" He leads you to the bathroom, and slowly presses his lips to yours.

But you couldn't relax, your brain was way too stressed out. But you can't let him get into your head again and crack the code like he always does when you're in a different mood than usual.

He removes most of his armour but saves his pants for last. He always saves that part for you.

"Do the honours." You then remove his pants, on your knees you look up and bite your lip at the sight. He must've been really anticipating coming home.