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3, 7 and 9 for Loki
It takes a lot to make Loki sick, so when he does he's an absolute bear and wants to be doted on. Plus, kisses make the ache/hurt feel better.
You Make It Better
Loki x reader
Words: 347
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Based on:
3. Acts like a baby when they’re sick
7. Secretly loves nose/forehead kisses
9.Gets cranky when they’re tired
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“Darliiiinnggg,” dragged a hoarse voice coming from your bedroom.
“I’m coming,” you say, putting the finishing touches on the hot tea.
Loki was sick, or something of the sort. You didn’t exactly know what it was and at first when you pointed out he was ill, he declined, claiming that he doesn’t get sick. But it was obvious; the tired eyes, the unusual unkempt look, his more irritable than usual tone, it was obvious that he wasn’t well.
After disagreeing with you for about an hour, you’ve somehow done it. You’ve convinced him to take a nap and the moment his body hit your bed, his attitude melted and he did a complete one-eighty.
His voice that was booming before was now soft with each word.
Currently finishing up, you slowly step into the bedroom with the cup in hand. Across the room, there Loki lay waiting for you.
“I made you Peppermint tea,” you said, holding it out.
He gently pushed your hand to the side, “I don’t need foolish tea,” he said. “Okay, what do you need then? Cold water? A warm towel? A cold towel?”
Despite being unwell, that didn’t stop a grin from spreading along on his face, without a word he tugged you downwards and you leaned lowering your head closer. Bringing both of his warm hands to your cheeks he continues to pull you. You expect him to stop sometime, but he pulls you until your lips are against his forehead. Then he leans back satisfied, “much better,” he says with a wink and you shake your head with a grin.
“Get some rest,” you say, turning around to leave the room. “Wait!” He shouts and you turn back, “I need one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
His arms extended out, “Your warmth.”
Although a little bit surprised, you can’t help but grin to yourself, who would’ve thought that the man who used to abhor romance would be laying in front of you begging for your cuddles.
You climbed into his arms making yourself the little spoon before you relaxed against him.