(y/n) - your name

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"Morning Loki!" I beam up at the sleepy god as I sneak past the guards and slip into his cell, making sure to keep the block up in my mind. I spent the day before with Frigga to learn to block people from reading my mind and I'm trying it out with Loki.

He was still in bed as he woke up, rubbing his eyes and I plopped myself down on the couch. "Morning."

Oh, fuck me.

I shudder, hearing his husky voice deeper a few octaves than it usually was.

That was fucking hot.

I cover my face to hide my blush behind my hand as I look away.

Jesus fucking christ where did that come from!?

I clear my throat and look back up to freeze as Loki takes his shirt off.

Oh, holy mother of baby Jesus what am I seeing right now.

God, I have sinned!

I know my face had turned red by now seeing Loki's muscular back, his muscles rippling through his lithe body as he washed his face.

How does someones back look that heavenly!?

Wonder what it would look like with nail scratches-(Y/N) THE FUCK!?

I take a pillow and screech into it, an inhuman sound erupting from inside me. "(y/n), are you ok?" I look up and I see Loki smirking at me, his chest in full view.

Abs.

Oh, my guy has abs.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Why?" I clear my throat, ripping my eyes away from Loki's abs.

"You seem... distracted." Loki suddenly walks up to me and I quickly crawl back against the couch as much as I could but I get trapped against it as he stands right in front of me. He leans forward and places the back of his hand against my forehead. "You might be running a fever here. You're starting to heat up." I peek down to see Loki's abs right in front of me and I feel like I'm going to die.

That's it. I died.

I died and I came back.

Shit, my heart is racing!

Please don't tell me he can hear it trying to escape my chest!?

"I'm not sick, I'm just warm since I ran all the way here."

"I think you're lying (y/n). Don't try to fool the God of Mischief and Lies." I gulp as Loki leans his smirking face closer to mine and I feel like I might just combust.

"I'm not!" I shove Loki away, fully aware that I had touched his abs and a pleasurable shock ran through me.

Shit, what was that!?

Why did that shock feel good!?

I bite back the moan, picking up a book to pretend to read as Loki chuckles and gets dressed. I peek over my book to see Loki drinking some tea and my heart finally calms down.

He really is beautiful.

Loki suddenly chokes on his tea, his cheeks flaming red and I quickly get up to help him. "Are you ok?" I pat his back and Loki nods quickly, grabbing a cloth to clean the spill. 

I wonder if the block is working...

Loki leans close to me, a smug look on his face. "Oh darling, you could be so wrong." I freeze as Loki turns around, moving closer to me as I fall back on his bed. "I easily broke down that block of yours the moment you stepped into the cell." I gulp as Loki moves a stray hair behind my ear, his fingers running down across my cheek. He lowers his hand against my neck, his fingers feeling my racing heartbeat as his thumb caressed my collarbone.

Loki corners me against the wall, my back pressed against it as he hovered over me. "I..." I tried to think of something but my mind was blank, shuddering against his touch.

"I can feel your heartbeat (y/n). And I know about your naughty little thoughts." Loki whispers in my ear and I shudder as he scratches his nail against the bare back of my dress before resting on it on my waist, his other hand still around my neck. "Come on love, let me see more of your naughty fantasies." I close my eyes and bite down on my lip, holding back moans as Loki's breath fans my neck. "I am sure I can indulge you." My senses were suddenly heightened from how close he was, feeling goosebumps rise on my arms as he hovered over me with his knees resting outside on either side of my legs. "It would be my pleasure." Loki practically purrs against me and I let out a small whine.

He chuckles in my ear and I grab hold of his arm as he holds my waist, a shock running through me. "L-Loki..." I gasp out, feeling his hand on my waist run up across my chest and lay over the left side to feel my heartbeat. I look up at Loki as he peers down at me with a dark gaze.

He taps his finger against my chest in time with my heartbeat. "You are so sensitive." I let out a soft whine as Loki runs his nose against my skin softly. "It's amusing." Loki suddenly leans back, laughing to himself as I look at him with wide eyes while panting on the bed.

"You are an actual asshole!" I hiss out, throwing pillows at him which he quickly dodged. "You're such a snake!"

A few hours had gone by as I ignored Loki, sitting on his couch curled up reading as he tried to catch get my attention. "(y/n)!" he whines out for me and I glare at the words on the book. "Pay attention to me!" I grip my book, ready to throw it at Loki when I hear the electrical wall of the cell come down.

"Morning dears, I had a feeling you might be in here." I look up and I see Frigga chuckle, seeing her son annoying me.

"Morning Frigga. Can you please tell your son to stop bugging me." I glare at Loki and Frigga gives him a playful pointed look.

"Loki, what are you doing?"

"Nothing I swear!" he lies and I roll my eyes as he smirks at me.

"Frigga, aren't you going to get into trouble?"

"That won't stop me from seeing my dear son and his friend." Frigga sits down on a chair and I grumble lightly at how knotted my hair was.

"Loki, do you have any hair ties you can conjure?" He looks at me blankly.

"A what?"

"A round elastic? Do you not know-"

"-dear, could you pass me a comb." Loki nods and does as his mother asks and gives her a comb. "Come here, dear. I can brush those knots out for you." I blush and get off the bed to sit on the cushion in from of Frigga as she sat in a chair.

"You don't have to." Loki snickers and I stick my tongue out at him.

"Please, let on old woman indulge in her dreams." Frigga chuckles lightly and I nod, leaning back into her hands as she brushes my hair gently. "I've always wanted a daughter but I was given two thick-headed sons."

"Hey!" I chuckle as Loki exclaims in mock hurt but his mother shushes him.

"I never had the chance to experience those mother-daughter moments." Frigga hums lightly and I get sleepy in her hands as she runs her fingers through my hair.

"I don't mind spending time with you."

"You don't have to dear. This is enough. You are a gorgeous young girl." Frigga finishes brushing off my hair and starts plaiting it. "There, all done." I peek in the mirror, grinning at the cute little intricate designs and flowers she put in my hair.

"I love it!" I turn around and glomp Frigga and she laughs heartily.

"What do you think Loki?" Frigga asks her son and he just stares at me with a warm smile.

"It looks lovely." I thank Frigga again and I suddenly hear a click, turning around to see Loki had taken a photo of me on my phone. He chuckles as I gasp, still taking pictures of me and his mum.

"Oi! Stop it!"

I was walking with Frigga around her secret open garden that she apparently had, faint music playing in the air. We both talked about childhood stories and funny baby moments about the boys.

"So he actually tried on your heels!?" I laugh behind my hands and Frigga nods, reminiscing. "Loki, the so-called god of mischief and lies trying on heels!?"

"There were some moments where he even helped me pick which pair to wear with an outfit. He had an uncanny eye for these things." Frigga chuckles and I burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, no way. All I see him wear is green. I mean, I do have to say that his outfits actually look amazing."

"Since Loki and I spent more time together, he had picked up a few talents for sewing, thus his custom clothing."

"I would love to see you both do a runway of your clothes."

"And we can make Thor and Odin be the ones to dress up!" Frigga gasps and we laugh together. My mind wanders back to Loki and I had questions running amuck in my head about him.

"Frigga," she hums and I know I have her attention. "about Loki..."

"Is this about how he is treating you?" Frigga asks and I'm surprised she knew what I was about to ask.

"Yes actually. He's... being sweet to me and I just want to know why? I've seen him be not so nice to other people." I sugarcoat the words lightly, not wanting to talk to Frigga negatively about her own son.

"I understand dear. He used to be such a sweet boy but I think he has lost his way until he found you."

"What do you mean? Why is he being civil with me?"

"I think he sees himself in you." I furrow my brows.

"What do you mean."

"Loki... has been hurting for a long while now and he does not know how to ask for help or how to fix it. In a way, if he's trying to heal you, he's trying to heal himself. Helping you is his way of healing the hurt in himself."

Wow... did not expect a whole ass explanation for this.