Loki x reader

HAPPY new year's

"You got the suit?"

"Yes."

"Hairbrush?"

"Of course."

"Let's go."

You go into your car. Loki goes in the seat next to the driver and you drive. It's a few hours ride. "Music?" You asked. "No." He replied. "Then talk about something."

He started talking about how he feels. "When I was first told I'll be staying and sleeping with the others under one rooftop, I was thinking it wouldn't go well. That everyone would be hostile towards me and try to assassinate me in my sleep. Everyone were hostile. Nobody tried to kill me, I am certain it is because of Thor's muscles and blind trust in me. But you, I wouldn't say you trusted me at first. Maybe you didn't like me at all, but you did not show it. You were polite, and that's all that it takes to get on my good side.

He continued on and on. You listened to all of it since you were actually interested in what he said. Plus, you had nothing else to do.

Once he finished, half an hour later, there was silence in the car. You were focused on the road. Once in a while you glaced over to Loki's side, just to see him look back at you.

The rest of the ride was boring.

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"Hey mom, dad." You said as you walked into their house. Your mom ran to you, hugging you and squeezing you to death. She kept hugging you until Loki and your dad both cleared their throats at the same time. She let you go and you took a big breath.

Only once Loki shook hands with your father and hugged your mother he really took the time to think about it, he's meeting your parents, does that make him your boyfriend?

As if you were reading his thoughts you said, "mom, dad, this is Loki. My boyfriend." He smiled genuinely at them. "Handsome, I see." Your mom said and winked at you.

"Time to start cleaning, we were waiting for you. You start with the living room, I take the bathrooms." Your dad said. It was like a tradition, you'd clean downstairs and your parents upstairs. Now it should be more enjoyable with Loki by your side. You grabbed the cleaning supplies, gave Loki a wet cloth for the table and you cleaned the floor and the carpets. You were singing your favorite song out loud before putting it on your phone on full volume, like you'd do every year. Your parents would yell at you but you'd pretend to not hear them.

"Just wipe the table, Loki." You said, watching him stand with the cloth in his hand, not moving. "I am a god, I should not be cleaning like a mortal." He said in his usual bitch voice. "Well you have to." You replied. Every year it'd take you two days, seven hours or so to clean and leave the room shining. Your mom would say, "no, you didn't do it right," and you'd answer, "why don't you do it instead of me," and leave. That was your conversation ever since you were 18 and your mom practically forced you to help.

He wiped it and then waited for further instructions. "Dust the shelves." You told him. You continued to sweep the floor until you finished and went to vacuum clean the carpet. The carpet was placed under the table so you had to move it. You asked for help from Loki and for once he actually did what you told him.

He finished the shelves and went on to clean the pictures that were hanged on the walls. It was a small house, just a living room and a kitchen on the main floor. You went to the kitchen, cleaned the counters while Loki was washing the dishes, again, and drying them by hand.

Both of you were grumpy by the end of it. You almost didn't talk during the cleaning, other than you telling him what to do next. He placed a plate, a fork and knife on each side, on 10 different spots. Your aunt, aunt's husband, sister, her husband, and both your grandma and grandpa will be coming. Also your sister's two children, a boy and a girl named Tom and Scarlett. And your aunt's adopted kids, twins named John and Josh, but they won't be sitting with you in the table.

You can't say that you hate this family tradition, new year's dinner, but you dislike it very much. Your aunt brags about her kids' accomplishments, your mom would say how better your sister is than you and your grandparents would just fight right in front of you. You were so stressed and Loki noticed.

"It will be alright," he said to comfort you. He stroked your shoulder. "I hope so," you answered.

You crashed onto the couch in the living room with Loki by your side. You laid your head on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart go faster and faster. "Thank god you're here." You whispered. You were so grateful that he's there to suffer this with you. You felt him chuckling lightly. You swiched positions, he sat on the left side while you laid your head on his lap. You were slowly drifting asleep as you felt light taps on your shoulder followed by a light voice in your ear, "excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Loki asked. You got up, raised your head and rubbed your tired eyes. It was about 6 p.m.

"Right there," you said and pointed at the stairs. "Go up then left, you should find it." You said. He followed your directions. Little did you know he didn't actually need to go to the bathroom, it was just the position of your head making him uncomfortable.

After about five minutes you heard laughs coming from upstairs. You went there to see Loki sitting on your bed, in your room. Well, the room that used to be yours until you moved out. It was left the same. He joked about a photo album you kept on your desk, from age 5-10. Very embarrassing.

He browsed through the album and laughed at how silly you were. He picked up more albums from more recent years. "You dressed as me for Halloween?" He asked, flipping through the pages of the Halloween only album. "Yeah.." You whispered. It was embarrassing enough for him to see the younger you but the recent you is even more terrible.

"Why is there no album for the last four years?" He asked.

"I just wasn't at home. It was around the time I moved in with my boyfriend."

He closed them and put them back where they were. "You looked great when you dressed as me." He said. He sat on your bed and, signaling for you to sit next to him. "Thanks." You replied with your cheeks blushed. You were sitting awfully close to each other, your thighs rubbing against his. His hand was placed on his hip and you placed yours on top of it. "Thank you for being here." You said.