Summary: Loki reflects on the way you touch him, and whether he could be permitted to touch you.
Warnings/Notes: I straight-up hate that I cannot find gifs for these stories which include anyone with skin darker than lily-white. I’ve been trying to be a lot more careful about stuff like Loki’s fingers in your hair because I know a lot of girls with extremely curly hair wouldn’t allow something like that, but all the gifs that come up—even when I search “dark skin”—are gifs like this one. I swear to you that I do not consciously write my readers only ever as white. I myself am white, so I know that’s how I instinctively tend to code the readers, but I’m working on that.
Hold My Hand
The first time you grabbed his hand, Loki wasn’t sure how to respond. You weren’t in danger. No one was. You were sitting beside him on the sofa in the living room for one of Thor’s movie nights. No one else really ever sat beside him, so, admittedly, he was a little surprised when you joined him. You sat down almost like it was nothing, with only a shy, awkward smile to show him that you knew it could be more than that.
(Note: This was a request made by one of my Watchers from DeviantArt. Just want to put that out there for any Zootopia fans when regarding this drawing’s relation with me.)
