Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Loki felt his body tense a little as thunder surged overhead. Though he tried his best to ignore it, the sinking feeling in his stomach kept bringing his attention back every time the sound erupted. It practically shook the tower, but no doubt everyone else either wasn’t bothered or were already asleep.
Of course, Loki was awoken by it, and thanks to his discomfort, he couldn’t bring himself to fall back asleep. Not until it passed at least.
He wouldn’t admit it was a fear. The mere idea of him being afraid of thunder and lighting would’ve been laughable to anyone and everyone. ...Or at least that’s what he thought. But right as another crackle of thunder boomed outside, the light flashed through the room, making him jump, and the door to his room swung open loudly.
(Y/N) slammed the door shut behind him. He had been trying to convince himself to knock and come in for a few minutes, feeling a bit embarrassed about wanting to not be alone during the storm. But after the ear-piercing sound and the bright light, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing the door open and immediately running in. His face was drained of colour and his eyes were wide. It looked like he had just seen a headless ghost. He was trying his best to hide it, but Loki could see that he was shaking.
“...Are you alright?” (Y/N) almost couldn’t speak, he felt like there was a lump in his throat the size of an orange.
“S-sorry.” He muttered. “Can I ju-just stay in here until the storm g-goes?” Before Loki could respond, another flash and boom sounded. Almost as if a flash bang had been thrown into the room. (Y/N) let out a loud yelp, and the next thing Loki knew, (Y/N) was snuggled up to him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist as he shook wildly.
“...You’re afraid of thunder?” The slight tremble in Loki’s voice betrayed him, but at this point that barely mattered.
“It’s childish, I know. It’s...it’s just so loud.” Loki could feel him sinking against him deeper as he muttered that little explanation. (Y/N)’s entire body tense as he anticipated another strike.
It wasn’t just that it was loud though, or that it was sudden, but it was because of just how bad the storm had gotten. Shaking the tower, lighting everything so brightly that it felt like it could’ve blinded you. It just felt like it was only going to get worse.
It didn’t take long before the power went out. The storm was far too violent for the tower’s system to take apparently. The only light was coming from the moon, the city, and the lightning strikes that still seemed to shake the tower.
Loki, at this point, barely cared about his fear being found out, especially knowing (Y/N) had a similar, if not the same, fear. The two of them clutched each other tight, attempting in vain to distract themselves.
Slowly but surely, the storm started to quiet down. It wasn’t gone yet, but it had at least calmed to the point that Loki's fight or flight response had quieted as well. He took a few moments to silently try and compose himself.
“...It’s- it’s not childish. It bothers me just as much.” Loki muttered. (Y/N) nodded, unable to speak. Another clap of thunder, thankfully far quieter. “Ironic, isn’t it? Thor’s brother, afraid of thunder storms.”
After a while, Loki’s soft voice and the quieting thunder started to calm them both down. The storm began to pass, as (Y/N) found his voice and began conversing with him in an attempt to drown out what remained of the noise. Loki explained that he used to be afraid of thunder when he was a child, as he ran his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair. Apparently, there was a period of his life where he’d gotten over that fear with the help of Thor and Frigga. But after what happened on Asgard, and in the events leading up to the attack on New York, suddenly his fear had sprung up again, but far worse.
The current calming atmosphere, the conversation, and the feeling of being in each other’s arms, however? It didn’t take long before the distant sound of thunder was leaving the two asleep.
Asleep after a miraculous and unorthodox bonding experience.
Y/N and Thor are playing video games in the living room, with Loki in the kitchen making some tea. Everything is perfectly peaceful and fine... until Loki is suddenly assaulted with the sound of both men screaming at the top of their lungs. Seriously, it sounds like one of them just got their arm chopped off or something.
Loki immediately runs in, “What’s going on?! Are you alright?!” To find Y/N in Thor’s arms, like a Scooby Doo cartoon, Thor standing on a chair on the opposite side of the room.
“What’s going on?!” Y/N yells in a panic. “We almost got attacked by a beast, that’s what’s going on!”
“Beast?” Loki looks around, nothing seeming out of place. “...Where?”
“Are you blind?!”
“How can you not see it brother, It’s right there!” The two point at the coffee table in the middle of the room. Loki looks over to see... a praying mantis sitting on a magazine.
Loki raises an eyebrow. “What? This little thing?”
“Little?!” Thor and Y/N say in unison.
“That... thing is anything but ‘little’!”
“Thor’s right, that thing is massive!” Loki sighs. He wasn’t expecting Y/N to be this bothered with bugs, but growing up with Thor has made him more or less desensitized to the ‘horror’.
“Alright, just let me-” He picks up another of the magazines and rolls it up.
“Wait, no!” Loki looks up at Y/N and Thor, who give him pleading eyes. “...Please don’t kill it.” Loki groans in annoyance, but complies anyway.
He puts his hand down next to the mantis, which, after noticing his hand, (and with some slight prodding from Loki’s other hand.) crawls onto it. Both Thor and Y/N gasp in horror as Loki effortlessly picks his hand up and walks past them. Loki opens a window, sets the mantis on the leaf of a nearby bush, and closes it.
Thor puts Y/N down as Loki is dusting his hands off. “I’ll never understand how you can bear to touch those things.”
“Yeah Loki, you’re crazy! That thing could’ve bitten you!” Loki rolls his eyes as Y/N’s statement.
“Yes, it could’ve, and I’m sure it would’ve been a devastating injury.”
Loki could barely believe that both men he cared for most in the universe, his brother AND his best friend, were afraid of insects. How they were afraid of such small, harmless creatures when they’ve fought real monsters and legions of alien soldiers was beyond him.
...But Loki couldn’t help himself, as he chuckled under his breath on his walk back to the kitchen.
Male reader is an autistic guy with a hyper-fixation on mythology.
He gets teased a bit about it as he grows up, but it doesn’t really bother him. That is until he turns 18, when the name of your soulmate is supposed to appear as a tattoo on your wrist. Sure enough, it says ‘Loki’.
When people find out about it, the teasing turns into bullying and making fun of him. With people especially insinuating that nobody in the ‘real world’ wants him, so he only has his mythical gods. Among other things.
Then the attack on New York happens. After things calm down, Male reader is chilling out in a coffee shop. In this coffee shop, he literally bumps into someone. A man with slicked black hair, green eyes, wearing a black suit. (A bit overly dressed for a coffee shop, but whatever.)
Male reader apologizes to him but the man seems very eager to get away from him, almost like he’s trying to hide from someone. That is until he hears the male reader introduce himself.
“Oh, uh, my name is (Y/N) by the way.” The man freezes and looks back at him. His tune changes immediately and he offers the male reader to walk with him as he leaves the shop.
Sure enough, pretty soon they’re walking down the street, talking on and on about the male reader’s hyper-fixation: Specifically Norse myth.
Slowly Loki gets more and more dumbfounded by what he’s hearing, immediately cringing particularly when he’s told of the story about how this mythical version turned into a mare and had a stallion’s children.
Loki finally says something about it under his breath.
(Y/N): “What do you mean?” Loki: “Hmm?” (Y/N): “’I can’t believe how much midgardians got wrong about me.’ What do you mean by that?”
Then, it finally clicks. Once there’s nobody around, Loki shows himself in his green and golden glory. With a smirk, showing (Y/N)’s name on his wrist.
*Que internal fanboy screaming from male reader. With Loki chuckling about it in the background.*
Imagine: Poly relationship: Pietro x Male reader insert x Loki.
Male reader is just as prank-prone as the other two, and these three just have constant prank wars with each other.
I can see Loki using his magic to make Pietro trip up while running or something, just as a little goof, not really meant to be anything. But it basically ends up sparking a full-on battle between the two. (Friendly competition, of course.) and at one point, male reader just gets caught in the cross-fire and he decides to get revenge on both of them at once. This double-prank resulting in him now being a player in the never-ending prank battle.
Meanwhile, Thor and Wanda are just watching all of this in the background wondering how these three are in a relationship.
This is just their dynamic now. Thor, Wanda, and the others just have to deal with it. (Though partially, I imagine they’re relieved, as all of their prank-tendencies are focused on each other and not every one else.) This does change every so often though. Especially on fool’s day, when the three of them team up and prank the others together instead. Often resulting in the three needing to make a quick getaway from a rampaging Hulk, a pissed off winter soldier, etc.
These three are just nuisances to everyone around them but they have so much fun doing it. Partners in crime. Three amigos. ...Three Amantes?