Loki Laufeyson x Reader Who I Am With You

Who I Am With You

Request for Jocelyn
A/N: Another birthday request.

You softly hummed the tune of Chris Young’s “Who I Am With You” as you mixed the contents in the silver bowl. During his time on Midgard, Loki had grown particularly fond of your chocolate chip pancakes, so you decided to sneak out of bed before he awoke and make some.
You squeaked in surprise as thin but strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a lean but muscled torso. A very bare torso, you noted.
You turned your head to smile up at the raven-haired god behind you, giggling softly. Instead of being gelled back as it usually was, his black locks were loose, slightly tangled and naturally curly, making him appear much more innocent than his reputation implied.
He smiled softly at your happy mood, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Your eyes closed as you returned the gesture, turning around in his arms. Said arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, while your hands rested on his chest.
“Morning beautiful,” he whispered as you pulled away for air.
A blush claimed your cheeks as you smiled up at him. “Good morning.”
He looked behind you, spotting the silver bowl of pale colored batter with familiar chunks of goodness mixed in. His eyes lit up as he turned his attention back to you. “Pancakes?”
You giggled, slipping out of his embrace to carry the bowl over to the stove and begin cooking. “Yes, pancakes.”
His arms wrapped around you from behind again, pressing kisses to your neck and cheek, earning another giggle. You flipped the cake and turned in his arms again, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, resting his forehead on yours.
“I love you too,” you smiled. Your hands rested on either side of his face, eyes boring into his. He had been such a different man when you’d first met, desperate for love but too proud to seek it out. He’d tried to turn you away which only resulted in mutual misery, so you eventually ignored his threats and holier-than-thou façade, becoming the one that he asked for when he felt talkative and the one that the Avengers brought in when he was misbehaving. You didn’t work for SHIELD or the Avengers, but you were friends with the team and helped out when you could. He eventually softened his hard shell and opened up to you, leading to feelings developed and eventually confessed (after a lot of pushing and shoving from the team because both of you were just so hard-headed).
“Are the pancakes done?” he asked quickly, bouncing softly on the balls of his feet, watching as you turned back around to check on the food. You plated up three super chocolaty pancakes and offered them to the god, who held the plate in his hands as he all but ran to the kitchen table. He fetched the chocolate syrup from the baking cupboard and the whipped cream from the fridge, drenching the pancakes in both toppings before retrieving a fork and inhaling the breakfast. You smiled sweetly as you plated up your own cakes. You loved making your boyfriend happy and chocolate seemed to do the trick extremely well.
You took a seat beside him, plate of pancakes in one hand and cup of doctored coffee in the other. You sipped your drink and watched as Loki moaned at the melted chocolate coating his mouth. You giggled softly, causing him to open his eyes and quirk a brow at you inquisitively.
“You have chocolate on your face,” you smiled. Before he could reach a hand up to wipe it away, you leaned forward and covered his lips with yours, licking away the chocolate that had settled there. He sighed softly through his nose as he returned the kiss, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair.
You pulled away with a smile, returning to your own breakfast.

Having no pressing affairs to attend to, you and Loki opted for spending the day cuddling in bed. Every now and again you’d put on a movie or TV series that both of you enjoyed, but most of the day was spent talking and laughing, sharing kisses and stories.
You lied facing each other, you on your right side with your right arm folded in front of your chest and your left hand resting on his hip. He lied on his left side, left arm serving as your pillow and right hand combing through your hair. Your eyes were closed and you were just drifting away into a nap when a silky voice caught your attention.
“Who I am with you is who I really want to be,” he sang softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You opened your eyes to find Loki smiling down at you as he sang the next line.
“You’re so good for me. And when I’m holding you,” he pulled you closer by your waist, “it feels like I’ve got the world in my hands. Yeah, a better man is who I am with you.”
Tears welled up behind your eyes as he kissed you, gently tangling his hand in your hair. You’d always loved the song because it reminded you of Loki, but you never realized that he’d been paying attention. He pulled away enough to rest his forehead on yours, keeping his hand in your hair.
“I’ve got a ways to go on this ride. But I got a hand to hold that fits just right,” he smiled as your hand tightened on his hip. “You make me laugh, you make me high, you make me want to hold on tight. ‘Cause who I am with you is who I really want to be. You’re so good for me. And when I’m holding you,” you moved your hand to wrap your arm around his waist, “i>it feels like I’ve got the world in my hands. Yeah, a better man is who I am with you</i>.”
He kissed you again, adding a little extra pressure, gently nipping your lower lip. Your right hand came up to wipe the tears from your eyes as he pulled back with a smile.
“That was beautiful,” you managed, looking up at him.
“I meant every word,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “You make me a better man.”