About: Loki often mocks your style. One day you had enough and storms off. One day, he accidentally watches you change and that stirs his emotions for you.

You had a nice live, that was occasionally ruined by snarky comments about your clothes. But you were an Avenger, and you wouldn't let those comments change your style.

As you sat in the kitchen, cooking the team a meal. Noting fancy, just a simple stew, when someone walked in.

"Is it almost ready? I'm starving," a velvetty voice drawled. You hummed, stirring in the pot.

"Yes, it'll be ready in twenty minutes," you said, a smile on your lips. The God's eyes widened, and he scowled at you.

"Dinner is usually ready at six o'clock, sharp," he said, slightly annoyed by your slow stirring. You sighed. Not this again, you thought.

"I was home later because of the traffic, be patient please," you reasoned.

"Trafic or not, I want my meal ready at six. This will be the only time I'll see through this." You huffed, abandoned your spoon and glared at him.

"Honestly, do you have nothing better to do than to watch and insult me?" His hands rested on his hips, an eyebrow raised and a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Insult you?" he said, amuzed. "If I wanted to insult you, mortal, I would say something about the rags you are wearing." Your face hardened.

"You already told me plenty of times how you feel about my clothes," you said sternly, gazing down at your oversized blue shirt and baggy shorts. You liked them, they were comfortable for long workdays like these.

"I"ll gladly tell you again, perhaps I should be more specific this time, so it can seep into your foolish brain!" he said with a mocking smile. He took a step closer to you, caging you between the counter and his tall body. His upperlip curled in disdain. "You have the potential of being pretty, I'll give you that, but for God's sake!" He laughed in your face, and you averted your gaze to the floor, steeling your emotions for him and yourself. Your heart stung. "You look ridiculous!"

A roar of laughter filled your ears. Loki tugged at your shirt, shaking you back and forth.

"It looks big enough to be a tent. What are you hiding underneath it? Gained some weight and want no one to see it?" he mocked. "Now, enough of this, mortal. Get back to making my food. And then, please, put on something nicer."

As he finished speaking, you glared up at him with tears in your eyes. You had endured his mocking for too long. Your eyes dropped to his chest, bottom lip trembling as your head replayed all his name-calling and insults about your taste of fashion. You loved your style. And yet, after all the mocking, he acted like you were his slave and demanded you would make him food.

He straighened himself, leaving you stading against the counter, shaking with anger and sorrow, you didn't know which emotion was stronger in that moment. Probably the sadness his words evoked from you.

Your eyes met his, and his shocked face gave you utter satisfaction. Keeping your voice from trembling you opened your mouth.

"I will never be good enough for you, will I?" The amusement bled out of his face and his shoulders slackened. He swallowed slowly. You shook your head, wiping the one falling tear from your cheek before walking past him.

"Y/N-" he mumbled, staring at you as you turned back around, lips pressed together in anticipation of his answer. No word left his lips as he opened his mouth. You rolled your eyes and walked away to the bathroom.

You left him there that night.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining yourself in your clothes he didn't like. You once felt confident in them. You body had always been a touchy subject. Whether is were the bullies in school that made fun of you when you wore a nice dress or Loki who insulted you. These so called baggy clothes once felt like a safe barrier against those comments.

Two days had passed since that night, and now you were in the bathroom. You had just taken a shower and had now wrapped the towel tight against your beautiful body. You walked towards the chair that had your clothes on it.

You had just put on your knickers and bra when the door opened and Loki bursted in, he froze on the spot when he saw you.

You send a glare his way as you put your oversized shirt over your head. His eyes scanned your body up and down, and a snarl threatened to roll over your lips.

"Get out," you snapped. He blinked, nodded and darted out of the room, breathing slightly heavy.

Later that night, you had gotten comfortable in your bed when there was a soft knock at the door, you rolled over onto your back.

'Come in,' you croaked.

The door carefully opened, revealing your best friend. Peter Parker.

'Hey,' he said, almost... guilty? 'How are you doing?'

'Great, you? Come here, little pie,' you said while patting the spot beside him. He sat beside you on the bed, but you pulled him down and threw the covers over the both of you.

He seemed surprised at first, but then relaxed against the pillows. You went to lay against his chest, one hand tucked underneath your cheek.

'How's your girlfriend?' you asked. He frowned, as if forgotten he had one.

'Oh, uhm, yeah, she's good.' You gave him a suspicious look, but let it slip. 'What - what about you?'

'I told you before, Peter. I don't have a boyfriend, and Loki I can forget,' you huffed. Peter's brows furrowed in genuine concern.

'What do you mean?' he asked carefully. 'What's with Loki?' Peter didn't sound like himself at all.

'Well.. Do you remember when I told you I had a crush on him?' Peter's eyes widened and then nodded. You laughed without mirth and gazed down at your fingers. 'Well, let's say he isn't fond of me. I think he finds me disgusting.'

You couldn't help it when tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't feel embarrassed. Peter and you were each other's shoulder to cry on. You felt safe with him.

'I feel ugly.'

'Loki didn't mean it,' he spoke confidently, tears welling up as well. You huffed, pulling him into a hug.

'How would you know?' you replied. 'I appreciate the effort of trying to cheer me up, Peter, just don't give me hope.' Peter's grip around you tightened.

'How would you feel if Loki apologized. Would you forgive him? Or how would you prefer he makes it up to you?'

'I don't know, Peter...' you sighed, wiping some of the tears out of your face. 'I do want to hear an apology, but he would never do that.'

'What if he did? What if he did apologize?'

'I'd forgive him of course,' you snarled. 'I still fucking like the bastard. But... I don't know.' He nodded, looking down. 'Anyway,' you laughed, blinking the tears away, 'enough about me, how has your day bee-'

'I'm sorry,' he whispered. You look at him, a frown of confusion on your face. The illusion if Peter vanished and was replaced by a raven-haired God.

You stared at him with a hammering heart.

'I'm sorry that I have upset you with my words.' You didn't back away, he noticed. You lay still in his arms, staring in his eyes. 'It was certainly not my intention to hurt you like I did.' He swallowed. 'I apologize, Y/N, for my behavior. I won't do it again.'

His eyes didn't let go of yours.

'I'm sorry.' You nodded and sat up straight, taking him in.

Although you welcomed the apology, you couldn't stop yourself from the question that slipped from your lips.

'Can I kiss you?' His breath hitched in his throat and he gave a firm nod. Eyes trained on his lips, you bend down, leaning into him.

He let out a shaky breath as your lips grazed, just brushed against each other.

Your eyes closed as you pressed your lips fully against his. Your hands entangled in his hair as you pulled him closer.

He kissed you back, hesitantly placing his hands on your hips to pull you more against him. Tongue carefully tracing your bottom lip. You opened willingly, letting him dip his tongue inside, tasting him as you kept kissing.

The sudden hardness pressing into your lower stomach made you gasp and pull away in a haste.

'I - I'm sorry,' he panted, his cheek flushed a bright red. You bit your lip before slowly reaching for his hand and leading them to the first button of your navy pyjamas.

He gazed up at you, straddling his hips, hair falling in loose strands over your shoulders. His mouth hung slightly agape as his trembling fingers opened the first button, one after another until your naked chest lay exposed in front of him.

Breath coming out in heavy puffs, he slid the fabric of your shoulders.

You licked your lips as his thumb caressed your collarbone. He brought both hand to your breasts and hesitatingly palmed them, lifting and squeezing.

You sighed, eyes falling closed at his touch.

Your stomach clenched when he shifted his weight underneath you, his hardness rubbing against your sensitive spot through your pyjama trousers.

Your hands slipped over his chest, sliding up the fabric of his shirt until his lean tummy was exposed. You ran your hands over his quivering belly, pulling the shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere.

You leaned in again, bringing your mouth to his chest and kissing the heated skin.

His hand slid to the hem if your trousers, pausing until your hand grabbed his wrist and led it past the elastic down to your womanhood.

His fingers rested at your slit. He breathed heavily as you sucked on the throbbing vein in his neck.

His fingers slipped inside you, making him moan out with you. He curled his expert fingers, making your hips buckle against him.

You buried your face in his neck as he worked you closer to your climax. You clamped down on his fingers and he groaned, withdrawing them as his hands went to his pants, pulling them down and kicking them away.

He did the same to yours and rolled over so you were on your back. You licked your lips as your hand searched between your bodies for his cock.

You grasped it and started stroke him, slow and sensuous. He moaned out, thrusting himself into your hands.

Within seconds, he shook above you, snatched your hands away with an expression laden with pleasure.

He pinned them next to your head, his hands clasped in yours when he sought your entrance.

He let his forehead rest against yours, panting hard, as were you.

'May I? Please?' he almost begged you, lips whispering against your skin. You nodded, at lost for words.

He slowly slipped inside, stretching you in the most delicious way. You moaned out once he slid inside. You ran your foot down his calves, toes curling with pleasure, hands sliding to his back, dragging your nails over his skin.

He moaned out your name.

His fingers traced your jaw, his mouth drew closer to yours until your lips touched. He kissed you slowly, hips thrusting at the same languid pace as his kissed.

You met his thrusts, eager for more, and he sensed you. He quickened his pace, leaving you both hanging on the edge of orgasm.

You cried out in frustration and arched against him.

He groaned as his while being spasmed. You kissed him again, heated and passionate as you too started to tremble with pleasure.

You tumbled off the edge, into orgasm, arching into each other as you found the release you've been looking for.

Both panting hard, you opened your eyes and they met his. He carefully smiled, eyes sparkling with... adoration.

'You're beautiful,' he whispered before he pressed his lips to yours.

This oneshot was requested by
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