This is a story where Y/n teaches Loki how to leave his bad side and show him that good attention is much much better than bad attention.
Will he listen to y/n and be good, or will he turn to the bad side again?
Read here to find out.
Reader x Lo...
In the morning, I woke up to Loki whispering in my ear.
"I love you so much, my darling."
I smiled, "I love you too."
He pushed a kiss on my lips.
He smiled at me.
"How do you feel?" He asked me.
"Great, a lot better than yesterday." I said, my eyes still closed from how kind of tired I still am.
"You got really angry yesterday."
"Clint shouldn't start things he can't finish." I said, getting slightly angry again.
But I quickly calmed down as I thought of what I did to stand up for Loki.
I sighed as Loki massaged my back, melting away all of my worries.
He pushed me onto my stomach and straddled my waist, softly pushing his thumbs into my back along my spine.
I smiled as he melted all of my anger away.
Loki pressed kisses to my back, his hands resting on the bed.
I felt a nail softly run along my back, and it made me shiver and gave me goosebumps.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I don't know, but it feels right, doesn't it?"
I hummed in contentment, "Yes."
"On your back."
I sighed, turning over onto my back.
Loki looked me up and down, licking his lips.
Then he stared at my breasts.
"Loki... don't even think about it." I said when he started thinking of... unholy things.
"Darling, how can you expect me to be innocent minded when you're undressed in front of me?" He asked, and I realized how right he was.
I scoffed as I rolled my eyes, using my magic to dress myself.
"Better?"
He looked at me.
"Hmm, no, I liked it when you were naked."
My jaw tightened, and I tried looking at him with a serious look but then he gave me a pure smile, one that showed off his pretty molars.
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And I smiled too, feeling my heart fluttering in my chest.
I pulled him closer to me, giving him an amorous kiss.
"I can't stay mad at you." I said, softly scratching his scalp.
He chuckled.
"Darling, you were never mad at me."
"Yes, I was." I said as he got up.
"I'm not talking about 400 years ago."
"Neither was I." I said, and he turned around.
"And I wasn't mad 400 years ago, I was depressed." I said.
"The thought of you leaving me for someone else..." My voice drifted off.
"But, the thing is, we're married now, so I don't have to worry as much." I said as I got up.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What I mean is that in our culture, you can't divorce me unless I've been unfaithful or intentionally abusive, and vice versa."
"That's not what it's like here." He said, getting dressed.
I sighed softly, "Doesn't matter, it's what we believe in."
He nodded, "So... me stabbing you... doesn't fit in that logic?"
"It wasn't intentional."
"But I did it, I betrayed you." He looked at me, a hurt look on his face.
"Intentionally?" I asked.
"No."
"Exactly, so it doesn't fit in that logic."
"How many times do I have to tell you that it wasn't your fault?" I asked, waking up to him.
"I may blame myself for the rest of our lives." He said, pulling a clean shirt over his head.
