Loki x Reader
“What the hell is that?” Tony asked, garnering the attention of every Avenger in the room, including yours. “What is that on your face?”
“It’s called a beard. I thought you of all people were supposed to be smart enough to know that, Stark,” Loki said as he walked over and sat next to you on the couch. You knew you weren’t the only one staring at the black scruff that now covered his once smooth, pale jawline.
“But you can’t grow a beard, brother, so where did it come from?” Thor asked, sitting on the edge of his seat with his head tilted to the side, obviously studying the change in his brother’s appearance.
“Wait, he can’t grow a beard? Oh my god, is Reindeer Games wearing a fake?” Tony asked, hopping up and hurrying over to Loki with one hand out.
“If you dare lay a finger on me, Stark, I will stab you in the heart.”
“Yeah, because that worked out so well for you last time,” Tony replied with a smirk.
Turning his attention to Thor, Loki added, “And thank you for sharing that embarrassing fact with everyone, you moronic oaf.”
“It’s an illusion, isn’t it?” You asked, scooting closer to him and staring at it intently.
“Yes, my darling, it is. What do you think of it?”
You looked into his beautiful, expectant eyes and wished he’d never asked you that question.
“Why do you have a fake illusion-beard, honey?” You asked, gently avoiding his query.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Tony said. “He’s the only guy on the team, excluding the sixteen-year old kid, who isn’t sporting a little bit of stylish fuzz on his face. Even Cap’s rocking the bearded look now…he’s feeling a bit left out,” he added, slapping his hand on Loki’s shoulder.
“Bruce is clean shaven,” Natasha piped in.
“True, but I’ve seen him get a little scruffy,” Tony quickly replied. “This guy here is always as smooth as a newborn baby.”
“I hate you, Stark.” Loki said with a defeated sigh. “Why couldn’t I just quietly enter the room without it becoming a group discussion?”
“That’s not how it works around here, buddy.”
Focusing on you, Loki pointed out, “You avoided my question. What do you think of it?”
You took ahold of his hand and said, “Loki, dear, you know I love you more than anyone else on the face of this planet, right?”
“Yes,” he said hesitantly.
“And you know that I think you’re the sexiest, most irresistible man in the entire galaxy?”
“Well, that goes without saying,” Loki replied with his classic smirk.
Behind him, you heard Tony snort in disbelief.
“And that I love you for you, and I wouldn’t change anything about you?”
“And you detest the beard.”
“And I detest the beard. My god, Loki, I don’t even know what to think when I look at it. What would happen if I touch it? Would it feel like facial hair or skin? I think it’s going to make my brain explode.”
“I believe you’ve made your point quite clear.”
Realizing that it hadn’t gone as tactfully as you had hoped it would, you averted your gaze and studied his hand clasped in yours.
“You know you’re disgustingly honest sometimes?” He asked. You looked up to find the Loki you’d always known smiling back at you.
“Well, where would we be if I was as deceitful as you are?” You said with a smile of your own.
His eyes took on a mischievous twinkle at the thought, and before he could get any dangerous ideas, you put a hand on each side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. As he returned it, you ran your fingers along his smooth jawline and smiled against his lips, happy that things were back to normal.