Marvel Oneshots

Prayer (Loki x reader NSFW)

You hadn't really given religion much thought throughout most of your life. It just... didn't appeal to you. You couldn't fathom that there was an all-knowing all-powerful God who was over everything in existence and had created everything in existence, but still allowed such terrible things to happen in the world. You also couldn't believe that He would be a god who would take attendance and had suffered through Sunday mass every week until you were old enough to decide for yourself that you didn't want to go.

Which had pleased your mother to no end.

You'd, of course, learned about different religions when you were in school, but none quite felt right, especially when you were studying them in such a dry, boring way. It was all facts: X religion believes in Y type of deity.

That had all changed during the Battle of New York. A lot of people had become religious that day, when they saw that the world was in danger, they'd turned to begging God for help.

It was that day that you'd realized, instead, that the Norse gods were real. You saw two of them in front of your eyes and had nearly died that day during the battle. You saw their powers, saw their skills with your own eyes, and believed every single word about them being gods. They weren't just humans with powers, the enhanced, or whatever the government was calling them these days.

They intrigued you, these men who were also gods. So you started researching. You knew that you were supposed to pick the one who spoke to you, who resonated with you to give you devotions to. Most would have chosen Thor, or Odin, or even Frigga, but none of them had seemed right.

Instead, it was Loki who called to you, who spoke to you. Loki the storyteller, the liar, the trickster. But not only that, he was misunderstood, the patron of those who were different. And that was why he called to you. The call became stronger after word got out that the Battle of New York had been because of mind control and not because of Loki's own desires.

So you slowly set up an altar in your apartment. You included pictures, green and black candles, rune stones, little things you found that made you think of your god. You knelt before it every night and prayed, though you never expected anything to happen.

Tonight, just like every other night, you knelt before the altar and lit the candles there before you began to speak. You had also set your dessert nearby, a slice of chocolate cake, to enjoy after your nightly devotions.

"Hail Loki, shapeshifting Trickster, I honor You. For those who offer you insult, I offer your praise. For those who offer you mistrust, I offer you trust. For those who offer you hate, I offer you love. For those who offer you cursing, I offer you blessing. For those who offer your ridicule, I offer you respect. For those who offer you faithlessness, I offer you my devotion. For those who offer you scorn, I offer you fidelity. My my heart be fervent and my will be strong in these offerings. Hail Loki, storyteller, shapeshifting Trickster, liar, god, I cherish you," you said as you had every night for weeks, months now. You started to stand once you had finished.

"Apparently, you also offer me chocolate cake," a male voice said dryly from behind you.

You stood and swirled to face the voice. You were alone in your apartment. You lived alone. There should have been no one there with you. Panic rose in you as you tried to remember any of the self-defense lessons you'd been taught.

The second you caught sight of the man, you gasped, shocked and in awe. The tall lithe man with long raven hair and emerald eyes full of mischief was standing in the doorway to the room, leaning on the doorframe. You recognized him immediately as Loki. As your god. You couldn't quite believe he was truly here with you.