LokiXReader Visiting"I have been so harsh to you, and yet, you still visit me?" Loki leaned forward, grabbing the ceiling above him for support, so that he didn't face-plant the chains to his prison.
You smiled, and nodded.
His next word came out more like a cool breath, rather than a question, "Why?"
You thought about it for a moment, before shrugging your shoulders, and shaking your head.
Curiosity glinted in his gaze. Seeing this, your smile grew wider.
"Because I'd love to let you out, or at least sit with you, in there." You calmly stated.
You took a step forward, onto the steps that led to his prison. Then another, and another, until you were on the final step. He watched you closely, your figure becoming the only thing in his eyes.
"I am nothing special. I insult you, berate you, degrade you. Perhaps you've gone mad."
You giggled lightly, and shook your head, again.
"No, that's not it, I don't think."
You studied the fence that separated you and Loki, before reaching your hand out.
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Too Tall (LokixReader) One-ShotYou groaned as the Asgardian tailors made about a thousand of alterations on the dress you wore. Apparently they had measured you wrong and the dress was shorter and tighter. You looked like a giant in the golden dress that you wore. You had such high hopes for this dress as well. The fashion designer had shown you pages of drawings of the dress and how it'd look on your body.
Looks like you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up.
The tailors were now by your feet, writing down on their clipboards how much fabric they should add and by the end of the session, they agreed that they should just start over. They left, shaking their heads and muttering to themselves. They mostly wondered how could it be that an Asgardian woman was so tall. Hell, you were almost as tall as Loki, your fiance.
Even after the tailors had gone, you stared at yourself in the mirror with disappointment. All your life you had been rejected by men because of your height. Guys found it to be unattractive apparent