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Asgardian Liquor (Loki x reader) - One Shot

Loki x Reader (AU)

Request by @tom-hlover: Loki x reader (Midgardian) AU where the reader is a nerdy and shy type of secretary who surprisingly became close friends with Loki, one night out of curiosity reader wanted to try Asgardian alcoholic drink as offered by Loki (they take turns in introducing things from both worlds: like food books and such), reader became drunk easily and accidentally kissed Loki on the lips. 

Word count: 3.7k.

Warnings: FLOOF AHEAD.

A/n: I know Loki is not Odinson, he’s Laufeyson but I still named him Odinson in the fic. (Because I can.)

You let out a loud huff as you bent down to pick up the massive pile of papers that someone has knocked down for the third time from your desk; too shy to ask them for help you just let the person walk away without even saying sorry to you for what they just did.  

You were muttering curse words under your breath as you collected the scattered papers all around the floor beside your desk outside your boss’s office; thank god he wasn’t here yet. Your skirt wasn’t helping you either; you somehow managed to hold it while picking up the papers for the sake of your modesty. 

“You Okay, Love?” A familiar voice said, and you looked up; There stood your new boss with his charming smile that never fails to make your week on your knees.  

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’m fine.” You replied with a forced smile and he bent down to help you.

“It's Okay, Mr. Odinson. I can manage.” You said, but he looked insistent on helping you. Honestly, it was the first time you were seeing him so up close and you were surprised to see just how beautiful he was even from this angle. Okay, you need to get over it, he’s your boss. You thought and you stared at his perfect face. “Thanks.” You managed to speak out as the two of you got up and he placed the papers on your desk. 

“How many times did that happen today?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but look down with embarrassment but decided to answer anyway.

“Thrice.”

“Okay, grab your stuff.” He simply stated and you looked at him with confusion.

“You are shifting inside my office.” This had you including everyone else on the floor stop whatever they were doing to stare at him with surprise. 

“Umm, are you sure, sir? I’m fine here.” 

“Y/n, just grab your stuff, I’ll ask someone to move the rest of it. And all of you, get back to work.” His voice changed completely when he turns to your colleagues who without any question did what he said. 

You turned around as fast as you could in those heels and started packing your stuff before he could change his mind. You followed him to his office while trying to keep up in those killer shoes. 

“You don’t have to wear those if you’re not comfortable.” He turned around and said once the two of you were inside his office 

“Uhh, it’s fine. Mr. Pierce insisted that I wore heels in office since you know, I’m the secretary.”  

“Well, I’m not Mr. Pierce, sweetheart am I? In my office, you can wear flip-flops if you want if that means you are comfortable okay?” His words made you smile widely. 

“Thanks, Mr. Odinson.”

“One more thing. When we are alone, you call me Loki; Mr. Odinson is my adoptive brother.” 

*******

“I’m sorry, but Monday is just not possible. He’s really busy this week and next week. I just can not give you any dates this month. I’m really sorry again, have a nice day.” You said politely and put down the phone before the woman on the other end could say one more thing. It’s been a year since Loki has taken over the position of CEO and became your boss and you; his secretary. The bond between you and Loki was quite strong now, you would go as far as to say that the two of you were friends. 

Your duo work in perfect sync like you guys have been working together for years now. You knew everything he likes when he’s working and he knows everything that you don’t.

You have sort of formed a symbiotic relationship between the two of you; it was kind of an unspoken agreement; he brings you things from Asgard and you show him everything that New York has to offer. It started with him one day casually bringing a book for you about Norse gods; saying that he noticed how you always have one in your hands when you are not working and you loved the book. You have returned the favor though, by bringing to Central Park. Then one day he has surprised you by saying that he had never tried a cheeseburger in his life and you couldn’t help but take him to your favorite burger joint; the next day he brought you lamb, cooked in the kitchen of Asgard and it was just delicious. The next week it was sweets and the next it was fruits and it has been going on back and forth. 

Your relationship was just perfect as a boss and a secretary and as well as friends there was just one minor problem, you had fallen in love with him. Even after knowing about his reputation of sleeping with women and never calling them back you had made the stupid mistake of falling in love with the blue-eyed gorgeous-looking brunette. The first month you had undermined your feeling for him by saying that it’s just a little crush, it will go away, but it didn’t; it never went away. It kept getting stronger and stronger until you just couldn’t stand him even looking at the other woman. 

“Was that Sif?” A heavy accent said and you turned in your chair to look at the lean man standing on the doorway of his office with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. 

“Yes, And she sounded very mad, if I were you I would never piss off a woman like that; she will kill both you and me.” You said, putting back on your reading glasses so you can email the next person on the list.

“Eh, she’ll cool off in a few days.” He replied before walking over to you and sitting on your desk. 

“Yeah, you better start praying for that.” You said, quickly typing in the mail. “So, how was the meeting.” You asked; the excitement returning to your voice as you looked at him through your glasses. His face turned disappointed at your question and he looked down. ”Oh, no, They didn’t like your Idea? But it was awesome.”

“Umm, no. They didn’t.” He said and you huffed before he started grinning again. “They loved the idea. We got the deal.” 

“Yesss.” You exclaimed jumping up and pulling him in a hug, which he gladly returned; wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and almost pulling you above the ground. “Oh my god this is so exciting, we finally got the deal.” 

“One more thing.” He added and you pulled away to look at him.

“What?”

“They...want to meet you.”

“Me? Why?”

“Because it was our idea, Y/n. It couldn’t have been possible without you. You did the research, you contacted them, you came up with it. You are a genius and it’s time you acknowledge it.” That’s it, that’s what made you fall for the bastard in the first place, He was so cocky and yet so generous and so kind. 

“Okay, I’ll meet them.” You said with a smile.

“Good, but for now we need to celebrate.”

“You think?” You said, making him laugh. “But, you promised me something two months ago remember?”

“You can not handle Asgardian liquor, sweetheart.” Oh, there was that nickname again that made your heart flutter so hard that you wonder if one day it’s gonna fly out of your chest.

“Do not underestimate the alcohol-holding capacity of a woman, Mr. Odinson.” You replied, knowing how much he hated when you called him that.

“I’m not underestimating you, I’m saying no one can handle it. Even I barely can. You won’t even like it.”

“Let me be the judge of that, will you?”

“Okay, but when you have a hangover and your head feels like it’s about to burst; be ready for a ton of ‘I told you so's from me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see that but let me work right now. I still have like a ton of emails to send.” 

“Uff, you work too much.” He commented, taking a seat on the couch.

“Well someone has to compensate for you.”

“Hey, not nice, I got us the deal.”

“Yeah yeah, Mr. Big shot executive.” You replied earning that beautiful laugh from him that you just love so much. 

*******

“This smells like pee.” You whined for the third time as you took a whiff of the dark brown liquid; still collecting the courage to take a sip.

“I told you, it’s very strong.”

“Hey, you are not supposed to say that until after the hangover.” You scolded him and he raised his hand in surrender. 

Just like he had mentioned the two of you were celebrating in the new penthouse he bought in New York. You ordered a pizza and you baked him the caramel apple cheesecake that he loved so much ever since the first time you brought it for him. Both of you were now sitting in his living room on his couch, side by side; facing each other on the couch, glasses in your hands. 

“Encourage me.” You said.

“Come on, Y/n, drink it.” 

“You are so bad at this.” You said bluntly. 

“Doll, just drink it in one gulp, okay? Don’t smell it, don’t savor it, just drink it like you’d drink cough syrup.” 

“I like cough syrups.” You said in a small voice making him roll his eyes.

“Nerd.” He mumbles under his breath but good for him that you didn’t hear him.

“What did you say?” 

“Nothing. Just drink it or I’ll take out Prickly Pete.” Your eyes widen at the mention of your lovable office cactus.

“What? Don’t bring Prickly Pete into this. 

“You told me to encourage you, this is me encouraging you.”

“You will not dare to do that.”

“Are you willing to make that bet? Just drink it.”

Without thinking any more you brought the glass to your mouth and without taking a whiff this time you drank the liquid in one gulp. Your whole face scrunched up at how strong it actually was. 

When you put the glass back down; it felt like your whole insides were burning especially from your mouth to your chest. But it was a sweet burn; something that hurt but you didn’t want it to stop. You looked at Loki, who was looking at your face like he was inspecting something. You were sure that it was clear from your face that the experience wasn’t really nice, but he still asked. 

“So?” 

“It tastes like... If someone would pee in a toilet cleaner.” Loki laughed at your choice of words, which you used to describe the not-so-pleasant drink.

“You want more?” 

“Hell yeah.” He laughed again as he poured some more for him and just a little for you.

“Hey don’t be a hoarder, gimme some more.” You said as you shoot forward to grab the bottle, Obviously already pretty drunk. This Asgardian shit was strong! You thought.  

“I thought it tastes like toilet cleaner.” He said as you successfully took the bottle from him; or he let you take it, you really don’t know the difference anymore.  

“And when have I ever mentioned that I don’t like toilet cleaners.” You replied pouring the dark brown liquid in your glass and taking a swig. The same sweet burn went down your throat, more smoothly this time. “Wow...I’m so not gonna forgive you for keeping me away from this for so long.” Your voice slurred a little in the end. “Does my voice sound weird? I think my voice sounds weird.” You asked the man sitting in front of you.

“Okay I think you’ve had enough, give it to me.” He said snatching the bottle from your hand again, and this time even if you tried you couldn’t take it from him. 

“No. Give it back, Loki.”

“No, you are already too drunk and you haven’t even drunk a quarter.”

“That’s what I’m saying. This is amazing, it’s like magic. How come you’re not drunk?”

“Let’s just say, I am used to this. And if you drink more it's not going to be pretty tomorrow morning, my love.” God...whenever he said that nickname you want to jump his bones; his thick accent didn’t help much either. You really never thought that you’d be turned on by someone’s accent until this jerk came waltzing in with his ‘hello love’ crap and made you weak on your knees.

“Okay, if you give it to me. I will tell you a secret.” You said; not sure where you were exactly going with it.

“As tempting as it sounds, Doll, the answer is still no.” 

“Oh come on. I’ll never ask for another raise ever again.”

“Still no, I have no problem giving you more raise.” 

“I’ll work for the next four Sundays.”

“I can make you do that if I want to anyway.” 

“Okay, I’ll handle Sif for as long as you want me to.” At this point, you could see that he was starting to consider the deal. The wheels on his head were turning; He was comparing the outcomes of you drinking more to the chances of not having to handle the pissed-off woman.

“Okay, but not because I am afraid of Sif or something because I’m not,” He said, pouring more of the liquid in the glass that you hold eagerly with both of your hands; if the situation was any different he would say you looked like a child on Christmas. 

“Uh Huh. Sure.” You mumbled sarcastically.

“What was that, Doll?” He asked, even though he had heard you the first time.

“Nothing.” You replied, gulping down the liquid again. In the third shot, it tasted less like toilet cleaner and more like cider; maybe it was growing on you or maybe your insides were just numb now, whatever it was it felt hella right.

“Okay, why is there no music?” You asked in a more sultry voice, a voice that made him raise his eyebrow, a voice that would have made you face palm if it wasn’t for the Asgardian liquor. “This is a celebration right, what kind of celebration doesn’t involve music.” You looked at him with a smirk that played on your lips when you saw him eyeing them. 

“Well go on, sweetheart, help yourself.” He said, gulping down his own drink.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You said setting your glass down and getting up and walking up to his home theatre and connecting it to your phone and putting it on shuffle. 

“Huh, I like this song.” Honestly, the buzzing in your head was so strong that your mind couldn’t even recall the song. It was like listening to a foreign language, but that didn’t stop you from slowly twirling around and shaking your hips. 

You saw as Loki leaned back on the couch while looking at you with a small smirk, that boosted your confidence even more. Your hand went to your hair, pulling at your hair tie and letting your hair loose. You moved around the room doing moves that you thought were sexy, making the man sitting on the couch laugh and groan at the same time.

Just when you walked up to him a goofy song started to play that immediately made you laugh. 

“I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want...Come on you have to dance on this.” You said and pulled at his hand with all your strength. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t dance.”

“That’s rubbish, I’ve seen you dance at your brother’s wedding.”

“That was different.” 

“It wasn’t. Now get up, you lazy ass.” And just like that he was up on his feet and right in front of you; it made you stumble a back and you would have ended up with a sore ass if it wasn’t for his hand holding on to your waist and keeping you still.

‘‘You do remember I’m still your boss right?” He said in a half-serious and half-joking tone. 

“You can be my boss right now or you can be my dancing partner instead and have fun with me.” You replied and after a couple seconds of thinking, he took your hand and twirl you around which made you giggle like a fool. “Dancing partner it is.” 

The two of you dance around for a while and you were surprised to know how many spice girls and NSYNC songs he knows by heart. You were a giggling mess when he started singing SexyBack and dancing. He ended the dance with a sexy pose. 

“God, it’s so hot.” You said, fanning yourself with your palms, still drunk off your ass. 

“Thank you, doll.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I meant the room it’s, ugh... it's so hot.” Without thinking twice, you started unbuttoning your shirt which took him by surprise and his mouth was hanging open. His eyes traveled down your body, taking in every inch. 

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“I told you. It's really hot.” You repeated. Oblivious to the effect you had on him. 

“Do you, do you want me to...umm...turn up the cooling?” He asked, politely as he tried to turn his eyes away from you; always the gentleman.

“No, it's fine. Unless you have a problem with it. Do you have a problem with it, Loki?” You asked.

“No. No, I don’t.” Just then a slower song came up. You turned so you could go change it but a hand on your elbow stopped you.

“Let it be.” Your breath hitched in your throat when he pulled you closer and said that in your ear. One arm wrapped around your waist and the other quickly turned you around. Your hands shot to his shoulder clenching the shirt there to regain balance. He slowly started to move and your feet subconsciously copied his steps; toe pressed against toe, chest against chest as the two of you kept slowly moving. 

Your heart managed to be calm and nervous at the same time. If an outsider looked at the scene right now, they would say that the two of you have been in love for years now. But there was no chance in heaven that your boss would feel that way about you; yeah he flirts sometimes but that’s just how he is, he flirts with everyone. 

‘Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you.

You didn’t even realize the song has stopped and you two were standing still in the middle of the living room gazing into each other’s eyes. He doesn’t feel that way about you, right? He doesn’t see you more than his secretary. But what if he does? Just what if? What if you never make a move because you think and regret it for the rest of your life? 

You don’t know where the boost of confidence came into you but it was enough for you to step forward and press your lips to his; taking him by surprise for the second time tonight. It took you a second to realize he wasn’t kissing back.

It hit like a brick in your head when you realized what you just did and you quickly pulled away with wide eyes. 

“Oh my god.” You said before taking a step back. “I’m so sorry, Loki, I didn’t mean to put you in this position. I-I...Oh, god this is so embarrassing.” You tried to look anywhere but at him, your cheeks heated up like you had a fever. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking I-" You did not get to complete your sentence as a pair of lips pressed against your and your eyes immediately closed, a strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.  

“It's okay. You took me by surprise, that’s it. I will never, not kiss you back.” He said looking into your eyes, a small smile started playing on your face before your hand went to the back of his head pulled him in for another kiss. This one was deeper; slightly rough. His warm tongue entered your mouth, and started stroking yours; tasting as much of you as he could. You both pulled away too soon for either of your liking to catch your breath. Forehead resting against each other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He said stroking your cheeks with his thumb as he tried to catch his breath.

“Really? I’ve been wanting to do that for a while too.” 

“What took you so long?” He asked.

“Guess I just needed a push from your Asgardian liquor.” You said, making him laugh. “You still wanna know the secret I mentioned?” You asked. 

“Always.”

“I am in love with you.” The smile that spread on his face after hearing those words was a sight for sore eyes.

“You wanna know a secret too?” 

“Always.”

“I’ve been in love with you for a while.” You giggled and pressed your lips to his yet again. Lips moving passionately against each other and hand desperately unbuttoning the shirt he wore. 

“Y/n, y/n, y/n. You are drunk.” He was having a hard time pulling away from you; especially as you looked at him with eyes full of lust and love.

“I know. But I know what I want, Loki. And I want you.”

“I know, Love. I want you too, so much. But I also want you to remember our first time.” You smiled at his word; Loki was nothing if not a gentleman. You nodded your head and pressed another soft kiss on his lips. “Let’s get you to bed.” He picked you up with much ease and carried you to his bedroom and lied you down. 

You didn’t realize how tired you were until your back met the soft mattress. The two spent the night whispering ‘I love you’s in each other’s ears and giving each other soft kisses. You were almost scared that when you wake up in the morning he will be gone, it will turn out to be just a dream; but it didn’t, it was all true. He was still there...But so was the nasty hangover that he mentioned.

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Something Good Series Masterlist (Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader) COMPLETED

After meeting on a red-eye flight to London in 2013, two strangers embark on a journey that will forever change their lives.

Warnings: angst, occasional smut, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety, and emotional abuse

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A Drunk Man’s Actions Are A Sober Man’s Thoughts (Loki x F!Reader)

Hey guys! I hope you’ll enjoy this short Loki fic!

For Context: This takes place sometime before Thor 1, so that’s why I referred to Loki as an Odinson, not Laufeyson. 

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: alcohol consumption

It felt like there was always a celebration going on in Asgard. Whether it was a resolution of a fight between Sif and Loki, or maybe Thor and his friends had won a battle against some foes. No matter the day, someone was celebrating something. 

Today's occasion? The 500th wedding anniversary between Odin and his gorgeous wife, Frigga. They had invited all of Asgard to the palace for a grand feast and a night of drinking plus dancing. 

You were very much looking forward to the event; it gave you a chance to dress up and forget about any and all problems in your life. Besides, seeing the youngest Odinson dress up was always a treat. 

You and Sif were currently in her chambers, picking out outfits from the vast selection of fine Asgardian fabrics that Frigga had brought you two. 

"What about this one?" Sif asked, stepping out of the bathroom to reveal herself in a royal purple gown. 

You smiled brightly, nodding your head rapidly, "that's it! That's definitely the one!"

She returned the smile and pulled her hair out of it's signature pony tail, sitting down on the bed, "okay (Y/N), it's your turn. Pick a gown," she declared, gesturing to all the options. 

They all looked so beautiful and were to your liking, but a certain forest green one caught your eye; it had the perfect amount of lace, it was flowy, and it was cut at the perfect length. 

Lady Sif smirked at the colour choice and watched as you entered the bathroom, closing the door to have some privacy while you changed. When you came out, she had no words; your beauty literally made her speechless. 

"(Y/N)...." she trailed off, making you freeze. Was it bad? 

"It's perfect for you! You're definitely gonna catch the eye of a certain someone-" she cut off her sentence with a squeal as you slapped her shoulder, claiming you had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. 

The two of you finished getting ready and made your way to the dining hall, taking the seats you sat in everyday. Eventually, everyone was gathered at the table, both Odin and Frigga giving excellent greetings and speeches towards each other; Frigga's was so moving it brought a few people to tears. 

Throughout the boisterous and eventful dinner, you kept taking glances over at Loki, who was seated next to his mother with his brother next to his father. What you failed to notice is that Loki knew you were watching him; he always seemed to look over at you when you were already looking away, a blush on your cheeks as you talked to Sif. 

He smirked slightly and took another swig of his chalice. He had no idea what was in it, but what he did know is that he wanted another. And maybe another...

When everyone had had their fill of the delicious meal, it was time for the after party; the chance for everyone to sing and dance and drink the night away. You enjoyed dancing, but Sif wasn't much of a dancer, so the two of you hung out by the corner, drinking your drinks while chatting quietly. 

Loki watched you from across the room, blindly accepting another drink from his older brother, who had a mischievous smirk displayed. The youngest didn't have a clue as to why, but he also didn't really care; Thor was a strange man in his opinion. 

Normally Loki would just watch you from afar, but something about tonight felt different. With a new carefree attitude, he sauntered over to you, chuckling quietly when he saw your panicked expression and your rapid whispers to Sif. When he got to you, Sif quickly excused herself, sending a knowing look to Loki; one that said 'show her a good time but watch yourself.' 

He nodded at her, his way of silently thanking her. 

"It's good to see you, my dear. I was waiting for our paths to cross tonight," he declared, making you cough on your drink. 

My dear? That was new. You took a good look at his face, noticing the way his pupils were dilated, the harsh blush on his cheeks, and the goofy smile on his lips. You also took notice of the way his body swayed slightly; almost as if he couldn't keep his balance.

"Loki..." you trailed off, "....are you drunk?" you asked, making him burst into laughter. 

"Oh (Y/N), my love. My darling, my goddess.....that's actually a good question. Am I? Who knows!" he exclaimed, loud laughter escaping him. 

You tried to hold back any comments; it was very strange seeing Loki so loose and carefree at a party. Suddenly, a slow and melodic song came on, the youngest Odinson recognizing it immediately as his parent's wedding song. 

He turned back to face you, holding his hand out, "well then, shall we, my queen?" he asked, ignoring the way your cheeks exploded into redness. 

You couldn't say anything; you were so star struck, so you simply nodded, placing your shaking hand in his. He eagerly yet softly led you to the dance floor, ignoring the shocked looks from the other guests and the smug looks on Thor and Sif. 

With some trouble due to Loki's intoxicated state, the two of you managed to waltz around like everyone else, genuinely having a nice time. The only rough patch was when Loki stumbled over his own feet, making you bump into Frigga and Odin. With a quick and quiet apology, the two of you continued your dance. 

When the song changed to something more slow, you settled for swaying back and forth in his arms. 

"(Y/N) my love, did I ever tell you how absolutely ravishing you look in that gown?" he asked, mumbling into your ear. 

You tensed as he continued, "truly the most beautiful woman in all of Asgard and the Nine Realms."

You couldn't help yourself, you blushed a deep red. However, you knew you had to put a stop to it, "Loki, you can't say stuff like that..." 

He grabbed your chin, making you look up into his stunning eyes, "and why not, darling?" 

You forced yourself to look anywhere but him as you said, "you're drunk. By tomorrow, you're not going to remember or mean any of this," a quick breath escaped your lips when you finished. 

As you gained the courage to finally look back at him, you saw that he looked....hurt; almost betrayed.

"(Y/N), do you really think that?" he asked nervously, his tone completely serious. 

With some hesitation you nodded, prompting him to stop swaying the two of you. He shook his head, cupping both your cheeks and stroking them with his thumbs. 

"Well..." he began, a nervous yet excited glint in his eyes, "as they say on Migard: a drunken man's actions are a sober man's thoughts." 

You were about to ask him what he meant by that, but you couldn't speak as you suddenly felt a pair of lips on yours. Your eyes widened as you realized Loki Odinson, the prince of Asgard, was kissing you. It didn't take you long to kiss back, the two of you pouring your frustrations and affection into it. 

When you pulled away, the two of you were breathless, panting slightly. You shared a smile and leaned back in, your lips meeting again. You didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but you decided that living in this moment for right now was perfectly fine with you.