crystal-of-ix

Requested on Tumblr Pairing: Loki x reader, Lucifer Morningstar x reader Genre: Fluff Characters: Loki, Lucifer, Y/N You shook your head in disappointment as you watched the two fully grown men bicker in front of you. For days, both of them have been in competition with each other to try and win you over, but so far nothing has worked. “Seriously guys, this needs to stop.” You looked at both of them, your arms folded across your chest. They both turned around to look at you, the most apologetic expressions on their faces. “Sorry, Y/N” They gave each other the most dirtiest look as they both said this in unison. You rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving the two idiots to fight amongst themselves. “You know, Loki, I will get her. Any woman I’ve ever met has been unable to resist my charm.” Lucifer leaned back coolly against the counter, a large smirk growing on his face. “In your dreams, Lucifer. Why would she want a pompous prick like you when she could have an Asgardian

You begrudgingly left the warmth of your apartment. Thinking of Tony, and his friends that you had known, you knew you were able to do more than just huddle in the warmth of your living space. The next several hours passed with you stomping through the halls, pounding on doors and seeing if anyone was still inside your building. To your relief, it was empty. So, bracing against the bitter winds, you stepped outside and into the street, making your way to the next building over. Thus, you continued the process. Eventually, you found a small family, hunkered down in their family room. You pleaded for them to go to one of the shelters and with much persuasion and assurance that Tony Stark thought it was the right thing to do. The Avengers all supported it, after all, you convinced them to bundle up and follow you to brace the cold. The trek to the shelter was long and arduous. You helped keep the weaker members of the family upright, blocking them from the buffeting wind that whipped

You looked out your third story apartment window, holding a cup of hot cocoa and shivered. Snow battered against the windows, frosting up the panes and sending an eerie fog along the once bustling city. Despite extra layers of clothes and socks, gloves and a coat, you shivered. This was the third day of the snow. In July. The grey overcast sky showed no signs of letting up and the city’s infrastructure was barely handling it. Citizens were encouraged to head to makeshift storm shelters that were being assembled, particularly those who couldn’t fend for themselves or keep enough heat or supplies. You watched a red streak shoot across the sky and smiled. Your second cousin Tony Stark. He was doing everything he could to keep his home city from falling into disarray. Your smile faded, not every city had a Tony Stark though. Flipping on the weather channel and bundling up under a blanket, you watched the country’s news. People in the south were freezing in droves, ill equipped to handle

Loki’s fists clenched, his nails digging into the couch’s arm. You could see his teeth gritting out of the corner of your eye. Not that you had much focus of your own as you listened and stared at the television. “Honestly!” You cried out, throwing your hands in the air, nearly upending your snack. “It’s ridiculous. Utter nonsense.” Loki agreed furiously. He stood up and started pacing back and forth as you paused the show so the two of you wouldn’t miss anything. “How could they do something like that, I mean really?” “He would never say that, let alone do that!” You fumed, crossing your arms and sinking into the couch, grumbling darkly. “That is completely out of character. Idiotic and barbaric.” “It’s nothing like him at all.” You agreed. Loki shook his head in disgust, glancing at the frozen screen once more. The two of you looked at your favorite character, frozen mid-sentence, mouth agape as they were speaking such slander about themselves. How could the writers, directors, and

You walked into the living room and slapped a brochure onto the table between Loki and Bucky. “We’re going on a road trip!” You announced with excitement. Loki lowered the book he had been reading and raised his eyebrow, looking down at the brochure. “Route 66?” Bucky read aloud, “Oh man, Steve and I always talked about driving across that.” Loki set his book down beside him, marking his page. Wistfully he added, “Thor and I once drove a distance along it. What year is it now? I think it was in the 1960s?” You looked between the two of them bewildered, “Wait what?” Bucky crossed his arms, “You do realize it was made in 1926, right?” You cursed softly, grabbing the brochure from Bucky and quickly scanning it. “Am I the only one who hasn’t been to this place?” “Sorry, love.” Loki stood, wrapping his arm around you and giving you a side hug. Bucky chuckled, “It’s the most famous road in America, it connects the Midwest to the Pacific Ocean. You can drive the whole distance on one

Vast mountains stretched out into the distance. Your breath came in soft puffs as you gazed in silent awe at their splendor. Even on Asgard, their grandeur couldn’t be matched. You leaned forward on the soft wood railing, years of other patrons having done the same, wearing it down so no splinters would dare poke into your hands. Not that you were worried, you had trained enough of your life to be prepared to handle such a simple wound. Wound. You chuckled at the thought. And yet, still, here you were, bundled in Midgardian furs, an overstuffed coat, and trousers, all made of strange materials. How incredible that Midgard had been hiding such vistas from the rest of the realms. No wonder the princes were fond of the place. Stealing a glance back over your shoulder, you looked at the lodge behind you. It was far more extravagant than you needed or wanted but that had been out of your control. You would have been happy with a simple cabin, in fact, you would have been happy simply