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🥵🥵 I don't know what it is, but Priest!Loki lives rentfree in my head.

"Mine are the only Holy Orders you shall be following today"

I can't wait 😏

Holy Orders [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: (17) Loki is working undercover as a priest in Rome. Ecumenical eroticism ensues. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Heresy. Smuttish. Latin. Priest!Loki. Language. (w/c 3.6k)

The door of your holiday apartment slammed behind you, cursing as you stumbled down a tiny step directly onto the cobbled street. It had been three weeks since the travesty of the Renaissance Faire.

After three days, you had accepted that Loki’s attention denial was not a phase. After five, the absence of his irritating teasing had you feeling an unusually bitter disappointment.

After seven, when he had left for Rome without even a courtesy farewell, you had woken in the night wondering the unthinkable. What if Thor was right?

And after twelve, you had begrudgingly accepted that you loved him.

There was a morning buzz in the air, jostling bicycles ringing lightly as the slap of your sandals sounded lightly on the aged stone beneath your feet. You hurried across the street, trying not to be run over by a moped speeding past, blowing up the back of your sundress. Jesus Christ, you thought; heart pounding before your lips curled in a secret smile. Father Laufeyson wouldn’t like that kind of talk, you laughed to yourself as you rounded the corner and Piazza Navona came into view.

For two weeks, Loki had been working undercover in a small church tucked out of the main bustle of Rome. His home had been the same ancient streets you now walked. And you wondered as you passed the marbled carvings of roman gods hanging against the circular fountains, if he had ever thought about you.

Of course not, he’s been busy, you chided yourself, hoisting the bag strap on your shoulder. When Rogers had assigned him this mission, apparently the laughs of the team could be heard two floors below. But as it turned out, Loki could be as convincing as a priest as he could be as a heartless arsehole. Now that his information gathering was complete, you had been sent to collect the evidence. You volunteered, idiot. A seamless pass-over. In and out, Rogers had said. Fuck, should someone have told him it was me that was coming? What if he’s mad?

You turned another corner, skilfully avoiding a group of tourists buried in a map. And what if he’s not? you thought; a thrill of wild anticipation blossoming in your belly.

“The Church of Santa Maria dell'Anima…” you murmured absent-mindedly, looking up at the flat exterior of the sandy coloured stone building.

As far as Roman churches went, it wasn’t a big draw - favoured more by the faithful local residents than photo-happy tourists. Perfect for a Hydra Vatican infiltration ring, you thought, pursing your lips as the eager congregation filed past you up the short flight of steps to the entrance. Swirling a white shawl around your shoulders, you took a deep breath of heavy, heated air.

Morning mass was about to begin.

You slipped inside the ancient wooden doors, a waft of stale coolness tingling over your skin. The breath seemed to evaporate from your lungs as your gaze drew up, eyes scanning over the high marble pillars and bright frescos painted floor to ceiling. Warm orange and gold infused the air, the sting of spiced incense filling your nostrils. The low hum of foreign conversation echoed around the church from people filing between the wooden pews, facing the altar. And there he was.

Loki Laufeyson stood with a long wooden taper clasped gently between his fingers, re-lighting candles by the far side of the carved stone nave. Strands of waxy hair fell around his cheekbones, illuminated by a hundred flickering flames resting in the metal display.

A thick green vestment embroidered with gold hung over his body down to his calves, making him look even taller than he usually did. Pure white shirt sleeves billowed around his arms, swaying gently as he continued his intricate work unphased.

He looked deep in thought, a calm serenity bathing his sharp profile as he blew out the taper and watched the smoke waft aimlessly through speckles of swirling dust. Loki clasped his hands in front of him, flattening the luxurious fabric of his vestment against the washboard stomach you knew lay beneath.

He turned, bowing lightly towards the crucifix hanging above the altar before ascending the several low steps.

Fuuuuck, you thought; pussy suddenly throbbing. Your hand fumbled to the strap of your bag, lowering it and sliding subtly into the back row. A cold shock of wood pressed against the back of your bare knees, making you wince. When did I get so wet, you frowned; knowing exactly when, as Loki turned towards the congregation.

A bell chimed, summoning another priest from the side of the church. You drew the shawl tighter around your chest, feeling your heart thunder against the clench of your fist. A woman slid in beside you, tucking her hair nervously behind her ears before making a sign of the cross.

“Nel nome del Padre, del Figlio e dello Spirito Santo, Amen.” she murmured, running her wide eyes up and down the ridiculously handsome figure opening the large bible, poised behind the altar. You suddenly wondered if morning mass had always been this popular.

The low tinkle of bells echoed again as the service began. The crowd rose, fifty or so of the faithful bowing their heads as the undercover Avenger took centre stage.

He is loving this, you thought incredulously, seeing his arms rise at his sides. The drape of green and gold vestments shimmered in the light, a warm glow radiating upwards to his pale face bathed in morning bronze from the stained glass. The crowd before you sat down obediently on the lowering of his palms. You fumbled backwards, catching yourself on the edge of the long bench.

Loki’s stare ran over the congregation, covertly scanning every face like only his keen gaze could. It stopped on you, making your breath hitch. You thought you saw the tug of a smirk at the side of his lips, a glint in his eye. Or maybe it was the light.

The next twenty minutes passed in a religiously erotic blur, swathes of ceremonial chants in Italian at Loki’s command making your thighs squeeze together. Heresy, you thought; a shudder rolling down your spine as the god leant forward to kiss the gospel. I’d be burnt in the old days.

The second priest had blessedly taken over to give the sermon, the broken words you could understand not even registering as you watched Loki listen rapturously to the side in feigned interest. He knows I’m watching him, you scowled; realising that every casual smooth of his stomach, every clench of his perfect jaw was for you.

How you wanted to storm up the marbled aisle, grab his stupid fancy poncho in a fist and kiss him violently against the golden tabernacle. Might blow his cover, though; you thought, immediately thinking of what else you could blow as he gripped onto the tall candlesticks by the altar.

The vivid fantasy was broken as the congregation shuffled to a stand. The woman beside you adjusted her cleavage, shaking her hair back. Loki raised his hand. “Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum.” he said, the practised words of prayer a chant - that velvet voice sinking through the heavy air like double cream. Even speaking in Latin, it was irresistible.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be your name

Your hips shuddered back against the wooden pew, bare skin of your thighs dragging against the grain. You recognised the tempo. How could you not.

“Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.” Loki spoke slowly, eye-fucking you menacingly from the top of the raised steps behind the lecturn. His lips hovered on ‘tuum’, a fizz of unstoppable need rising in your belly as you recalled its place in the prayer.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in heaven.

Dozens of voices chimed around you, their Italian lilt making the dead language sing. But it was only his earthen tones you heard. Only him.

It had always, only been him.

“Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut, et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris” he rumbled in baritone, tilting his head.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass against us

You raised your gaze to meet his, knowing it would be waiting as he stood with his large hands encasing the sides of the lectern by the altar. His eyes narrowed briefly, the subtle slant of his brows betraying his utter bemusement at your presence.

“Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo.” he growled, the timbre of his voice making the woman beside you straighten. You could see her fingertips digging into the soft flesh between her knuckles, hands clasped in prayer.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

How appropriate, you mused. You watched as Loki slid the bible from its place, holding it briefly aloft and placing a kiss against the leather before lowering it to his crotch in a gentle hold.

“Amen.” he murmured, solemnly; lowering his chin.

“Amen.” came the ringing response. “Amen.” you echoed slowly, squinting thoughtfully as Loki turned and sat with a smirk.

You sat back down, questioning everything. Did you think that when he saw you it would have been any different from how it ever was? That he would somehow wordlessly communicate that he was pleased to see you? That he had missed you? That he loves me too, you scoffed painfully; flinching as the organ sprang to life.

The communion procession began with those at the front of the church, each person pausing in front of the priest to receive god’s bounty. Loki and his counterpart held the small, circular host aloft, their lips moving before placing it on the recipients tongue. Kinky, you thought; before realising the woman to your right had risen and joined the slow moving queue. Fuck.

You shuffled behind her, rolling your eyes as she fiddled nervously with her hair, smoothing and re-smoothing the same strands. Your gaze wandered to the ornate figure of Christ hanging on the cross above the altar, his limp form getting closer and closer. Don’t look at me like that, you huffed to the disappointed looking Jesus; immediately switching focus to the floor beneath your feet.

“Corpo di Cristo…” a dark voice murmured. It was tinged with weighty intentions, thick memories of feral moans of unrestrained passion in your ear flooding your mind as you fluttered your lashes upwards. Loki’s eyes betrayed none of your history, his stare glazed; the twitch of one dark eyebrow the only indicator that he ever knew you at all.

“Amen.” you whispered hoarsely, parting your lips.

He placed the host gently on your outstretched tongue. Against your better judgement, you felt your lids flicker shut, the soft graze of his fingertip smoothing against wet muscle that longed for his touch.

It lingered, the melt of the wafer beginning to slide down your throat. His wide fingertip pulled imperceptibly at your bottom lip on its withdrawal, making your eyes shoot open. Loki’s brows raised, a light furrow reminding you that there was an entire congregation at your back. You gave a small nod towards him, scurrying around the front pews and back to your seat.

You could feel the burning heat in your cheeks for the rest of the mass, ten minutes feeling like an endless vat of time. The final blessing was, in reality, swift. A few chimes, swings of incense and murmurs of reverent praise and it was done.

Loki disappeared in procession with the other priest behind a door at the back of the church in a sway of luxurious, billowing green. The stillness of the holy space washed over you as attendees left in their own time. You checked your watch. Forty-five minutes. Had that been all?

The clap of your sandals against the marble floor echoed as you walked slowly around the walls, drawn to the beauty of the figures drawn by those long dead. You traced your fingers over cracks in the face of a rather grim looking Virgin Mary. “I know how you feel…” you whispered to no-one, feeling the plaster catch beneath delicate skin.

“I very much do not think you know how she feels.”

Your hand paused on the fresco, falling to your side as you turned. Loki stood resplendent before you, the folds of his holy garment making him look more achingly irresistible than he ever had before. You felt a frown crease your forehead, pursing your lips to stop a moan. It was worse up close.

Loki leant forward, casting a conspiratorial glance towards a small group of locals loitering by the door. “-due to the fact that for one thing, she is a virgin, while you...Agent...” he smirked. Your frown deepened.

“Keep your voice down.” you hushed, glancing over your shoulder. Satisfied, you looked back to Loki, his obsidian hair curled behind delicate ears revealing the white flash of his clerical collar. The bone structure you knew so well against the curves of your body sang in the mid-morning light through the windows, every iridescent inch of his skin glowing with tantalising radiance.

“I see you still managed to wear green.” you scoffed under your breath, making the priest chuckle lightly. “It’s Ordinary Time in the church calendar, Agent. Did you not read the briefing documents? It is the standard colour for the season” he drawled quietly, giving a reverent nod to his fellow priest heading for the door and the beckon of Rome beyond.

“They really think you’re one of them?” you said, turning towards a row of candles flickering to the side. Each one represented someone loved and lost, a prayer. A hope.

“Of course." he scoffed. "Father John Lockhart on pilgrimage from England. Why would they suspect?”

You ran your eyes down the silk embroidered vestment which hid his intensely muscular body. Just. The bulge of his biceps shifted beneath the billowing sleeves making your gaze hover. “Priests aren’t usually so…”

“Yes?” he goaded, raising an eyebrow in amusement. You dropped a coin in the basket, taking a candle and fingering the wick. “You don’t seem like the type, that’s all. I’m surprised you didn’t shapeshift.”

Loki chuckled. “My dear, you clearly don’t know Catholicism. A web of mysteries and contradictions which go far beyond their lore-bound texts...” he said, shifting so you stood with biceps pressing against each other.

“Are you considering a change of vocation then?” you quipped, playing with the wick between your fingers. He faced the wall of candles, but you could feel the stare of his eyes roaming the sliver of skin beneath the parted shawl. “Not quite.” he muttered absent-mindedly. “The reverence and theatrics are appealing I grant you, but there is far too much celibacy for my liking.”

The ghost of his breath skated across your collarbone, the unbearably small distance between you making every nerve in your body vibrate with desire.

“What are you praying for, mio figlio?” he murmured innocently under his breath as the wick of your candle caught flame from another. My child, you thought with a grimace, recognising the taboo of unmistakeable arousal deep in your pussy.

You watched the tear-dropped fire settle from its first rage, flickering gently as it came to terms with its place in the world. Setting it down amongst the others, you turned your chin to look up at him. The blues of Loki’s irises swam with green in the shadowed alcove, the dance of the candlelight illuminating him like a bygone Saint.

“Salvation.” you whispered quietly, voice catching.

Without knowing why, you bowed your head. The god’s fingers flew gently beneath your chin, tilting it upwards once more. His eyes were wide, lips parted as he inhaled softly. “Darling, I-”

“Padre?” a voice muttered tentatively behind you.

You and Loki both turned, seeing the fidgeting figure of the woman who had been your unknowing lust-buddy all through the service.

“Sì, figlia mia?” Loki replied gently, his hands disappearing back into the draped sleeves of his robes as he clasped them together. You rolled your eyes, pivoting back towards the wall of tealit flames. The thunder of your heart was a solid beat in your ears, pounding. His smooth voice rumbled in Italian, the sweet ministrations of his undercover persona clearly honed over the past two weeks. “Grazie Padre…” you heard the woman say, a tremble in her voice; before quick footsteps echoed away from you.

Loki chuckled, resuming his position by your side. “Impure thoughts about an inappropriate figure, apparently.” he whispered, barely contained glee bursting from the confines of propriety. “Wishes to make a confession to me personally at the next session. Imagine that. I wonder who it could be.”

“You are impossible." you sighed, a wave of jealousy roaring in your belly. "I bet you’ve been very popular here in that regard.” you said through gritted teeth, trying to focus on the wavering light of your candle. Salvation.

“Always so quick to judge.” he chuckled, drawing himself stoically upwards. “My dear, I am a priest.” he said, turning to face you. His nose was inches from your forehead, the empty church feeling stifling as the air settled around you both. “I have been a beacon of chastity...and contrary to popular belief, I do take my assignments seriously.”

Slowly, you met his gaze – the sincerity in his face, unmistakeable. “I didn’t think you took anything seriously, Father.” you said, mockingly; unable to stop yourself as you watched his eyes narrow at the words.

“Don’t you mean Daddy, Agent?” he smouldered, “Or am I nothing but a memory to you now with my brief absence?”

In two quick steps from his impossibly long legs, your back was flush against the nearest wall. The curve of the low archway hung dangerously close to Loki’s full height as he loomed above you. His forearm pressed to the marble cornicing above your head, trapping you like a lamb for slaughter.

A long sleeve of forest green shielded you from the gaze of a dozen judgemental statues, the collar around his neck straining against the weight of a hard vein that bulged ominously. “Why must you always think the worst of me?” he growled, the primal sound rumbling deep in his throat hoarse and wild. Familiar burning lust bubbled uncontrollably to the surface in those beautifully dangerous eyes as his chest heaved, daring you to respond.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you said, flustered as the shawl fell around your shoulders to the floor. Loki stepped closer, fingertips of the hand not affixed above your head squeezing into the flesh of your bare bicep.

“I think you know very well.” he spat, all traces of serenity gone as he blazed beneath a façade of restraint. “Why are you here? To taunt me? To parade yourself in front of me while you tease me with your endless games? Anyone else could have taken your place. Anyone.”

Your frown deepened, a deep ache blossoming in your belly as you tasted the rage on his every word. You shouldn’t have come.

“-Or am I wrong? Have you come to confess to me, darling?” he hummed goadingly, the feeling of his tips running down your aching skin making your shiver.

Sarcasm bit through his words, slicing through the intimacy of the moment. “And what better place? What better persona? Are you ready to admit your undying love for me and put this charade to an end? Or have your attentions wandered...”

A staggered breath surged in your throat as his hand traced down your cleavage, feeling your resistance falter. You could feel the swell of his hard erection through the drape of holy garb, the violence of his lust boiling beneath the shroud of theatrical consecration. The words were on the tip of your tongue- But then the game will be over for him. He will have won, you thought with a chill; And what then?

Loki’s brow furrowed, a jolt of his jaw taking you by surprise – like shaking off a fly. Whatever was in your head, he clearly didn’t want to hear it.

“And what about you…?” you managed to quiver through shaky breaths, your hands sliding tentatively over his shoulders. Loki tilted his head, confusion etched across his brow. In a brief second, you saw his bravado falter, features softening as he processed the possible meanings of your request. His tongue darted out, licking quickly over his cupid’s bow before biting his lip.

He shook his head, a solitary gasp of forced laughter gusting against your parted lips.

“I have just recalled I seem to owe you a certain...something, do I not?” he said casually, skating over his previous barbs as he tried to change the subject. You shuffled against the wall, attempting to pull him closer to you and failing. “More than one, actually.” you muttered, feeling the wet slick between your thighs grow hot. It was embarrassing how much you needed him. Above everything else, it was him.

“More than one?” Loki purred disapprovingly, tsk’ing as he raised an eyebrow. His hips dragged up your pelvis, every forbidden inch of his solid cock making you mad with need. You began to pant, as he thrust once against your torso. Creases had formed at the corner of his eyes; his outburst it seemed...forgotten.

He released the forearm from the wall above your head, a theatrical flourish of his arm making the heavy metal bolt across the doors of the church slam shut with an almighty clang.

“Here?” you gasped, feeling the embroidery of his sacred vestment scratch against your cleavage as he pressed his muscular torso against you. “But what about...you know.” You tilted your chin upwards towards the crucifix in explanation, the majesty of the surroundings somehow making you forget to whom you were pinned against.

“Don’t worry about Him, Agent…” Loki whispered, before his lips wrapped around your earlobe, sucking gently. “Mine are the only Holy Orders you shall be following today. Mine, the only sacrament your body desperately needs.” His dirty whispers hummed against your skin, falling deeper into waves of sin with each dark syllable. "Mine." he rasped quietly, the word melting against your breathy moans unheard, before fastening his lips to yours in a desperate kiss.

To be continued in Holy Orders: Mercy (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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anonymousfiction211 · 1 year

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Omg, poor Clint 😂😂

'you loved it. And loved it. And he lived y-' pff you are killing me here🫣! They really are two stubborn idiots. But the fact that Loki doesnt want to break first after everything that happened 🥺🥺🥺 that is so sad!

Bow to Me: Quivering [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (16) Loki's archery lesson unlocks an ominous promise. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Wankst. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Jealousy.

It was a short, hellish trip to the archery field with Loki riding the black stallion. Trees whirred past as you clung on for dear life, the medieval veil plastered to the side of your face. “Do we really need to go this fast-fuckkk Loki…” you yelled, covering your eyes before Loki’s seidr melted a thick tree branch hanging in your path. You could hear him chuckling infuriatingly beside you, enjoying every second of your torment as the force of motion whipped his wild hair. “Always!” he shouted against the wind.

He pulled you tighter against his chest. Long strands of wolf hide tickled the delicate skin beneath your eyes as you braced against him; turned away from seemingly imminent death. You winced as the string of the bow slung over his shoulders pressed into your lip, cursing the god who refused to make anything fucking easy. Mercifully, the horse began to slow. Loki’s fingers tugged the leather reigns, soothing noises from his lips making his chest vibrate. The horse slowed to a light trot. “It seems as though you will be spared my tutelage at present, Agent.” he cooed mockingly, nudging his nose against the curve of your cheekbone. You looked around, dazed as your blurred vision settled on the line of targets set up at the edge of the field. And standing in front of them – Amanda. The shareholder woman? What the fuck is she doing here? You thought, as Loki brought the ebony steed to a stop. His fingers wrapped around your waist, decamping you in an unceremonious slide down the flank. You landed with a shaky thud, vaguely aware of the god swinging a leg over and gracefully dismounting with a devilish smile. “My Lady.” he purred, sinking to one knee as she approached. She extended a hand with a giggle, draped sleeves of a medieval gown similar to yours accentuating the flourish. You grimaced as he gently pulled it towards him, placing his lips lightly on her skin. His eyes flickered up to meet hers. You knew how hypnotic that look could be. Although granted, you’d usually experienced the view from between your legs. “I heard you were taking the archery, and well...I couldn’t resist the chance to be taught by a real life god.” she twittered, saccharine tone making you want to punch her in the face. “The early bird gets the worm and all that…” she cackled shrilly, making you wince again. Loki beamed. “Good Lady, it would be my pleasure.” he enunciated, ensuring that every syllable was loaded with the weight his innuendo commanded. “Oh my god…” you muttered scathingly under your breath, taking the opportunity to straighten out the fold of your skirts. You turned towards the horse, patting his head as Loki rose to his full height out the corner of your eye. The horse stamped twice, batting it's long lashes. “Wait by the white line over there. Take the ash bow, please.” he instructed softly to Amanda. You heard her hum thoughtfully. “The light coloured one.” Loki purred to her, before turning towards you. You could almost hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across his face. You watched Amanda sashay further into the field, the unmistakable swing of her hips making it obvious she was still nursing her infatuation with Loki. I can’t blame her, you thought; sucking in your cheeks. But still.

“How fortunate for you not to have the arduous task of breaking me in for the guests.” Loki smarmed to your side, giving the ebony steed two short claps on the neck. The position meant he loomed behind you, curls of his tousled hair falling over your temple. “Although I’m sure you were looking forward to me teaching you a thing or two. Perhaps afterwards. Amanda comes first, I’m afraid.”

Loki snapped his fingers, making a small stool appear to his side. The wood was smooth, a beautifully rich mahogany glowing in the sun like freshly melted chocolate. “You couldn’t conjur something with a back?” you huffed, making him laugh softly. Without another word, he began to stride towards the woman shuffling fifty paces away, her hand falling and re-attaching to her hip nervously as she tried to look unphased. You knew the feeling. Although you hoped you were better at hiding it.

You watched as Loki charmed the VIP through the basics of placement, loading arrows and the like. The chime of their flirtatious laughter made you wince. He was being sweet. Urgh, it made you feel ill.

She’s one of Stark’s biggest shareholders, he’s just giving her special treatment it’s not..it’s fine. Who cares, not me. You realised the force of your teeth grinding together was making your head hurt.

Amanda wasn’t a natural, that much was clear. Either that or she isn’t paying attention, you noted; as another arrow tumbled to the ground. “Oops.” you heard her giggle, as Loki descended in a low squat. His thick thighs made an inverted V, bursting against the tight leather as he gazed sluttishly up to her above the collar of that ridiculous fur jacket. Even from this distance, you could feel the heat of her desperate stare lingering on his cock through the aged material. It would be bulging at that angle, the soft weight straining against every centimetre of available space. She probably thinks he’s got a semi, but he won’t. It’s just big, you thought. Or hell, maybe he does.

What was it that irked you? Seeing the flat of his palm sinking into the curve of her waist? Fingertips creasing against the fabric gathered at her hip as he pulled her closer into position? The gravitation of his lips towards her ear, whispering praise as she pulled back the string past her cheek? The realisation that quite possibly, he had never cared at all. Just like you had wanted.

The thud of an arrow hitting the target made you jump. Amanda squealed, throwing an arm around Loki’s neck with the other holding the bow outstretched. A broad smile was plastered on his face, his eyes running to her lips and back to her eyes. You grimaced. See? It’s not a you-thing. If the bosses wouldn’t flip their shit, he’d probably be shagging her on the grass right now. The intrusive thought made a flood of nausea roll in your belly. Shit.

“Agent, you’re up.” Loki called firmly, tinged with amusement. Amanda’s display. He couldn’t have planned it better himself. The walk towards him seemed to take forever, a secretive smile from your unwitting rival as you passed her making your stomach flip. Loki stood with his arms resting on the bow, anchored on the ground. He looked so fucking smug in that ridiculously erotic jacket. Arsehole, you thought; cursing yourself.

“I don’t need your help.” you scoffed, as he handed you the bow. “Don’t you?” he replied with mock innocence, reaching behind him to produce a finely crafted arrow. The end was a feather you had never seen before, a lush deep green which seemed to shimmer in the light. You hadn’t noticed the quiver slung across his back, a thick leather strap tight against the wolf’s pelt. You sighed, taking it and slotting it into the hold. You drew the arrow back and let it fly; hoping to god you weren’t rusty.

With a pathetic tap, it pierced the wicker edge of the target board. Fuck. “Mmm.” Loki hummed smugly, fastening his hands behind his back.

“I was distracted. You’re putting too much pressure on me.” you muttered, flustered. Loki chuckled. “Too much pressure? I hardly think so, considering your occupation.” he drawled, brows slanted in expectation as he lowered his chin. “Perhaps it is my presence that is making you uneasy. Do you have an unfortunate build up of tension, Agent? As I recall, you didn’t climax on our last encounter.” “Yeah that was pretty rude, actually.” you said, lining up another shot. “I was rude?” Loki snarled incredulously. “You have a very selective memory.” There was silence as you adjusted your aim with an empty bow, squeezing one eye shut. “No, no no-” Loki huffed, pressing the hand holding the bow down. “Clearly you need a firm hand to deliver the only kind of motivation you seem to respond to.”

Loki’s tunic was suddenly flush to your back, the spikes of wolf hide poking through the satin of your dress. His large hand covered yours, gripping the bow; fingers clasping around your own. The other slid over your hip, feeling down the muscle of your forearm taut with tension. “Your aim runs high, Agent.” he smouldered. “You need to lower yourself.” Loki’s hand left your waist, and you felt your heart drop. He reached behind him to the battered leather quiver slung across his back, pulling out another arrow with unbearable slowness. You could hear the scrape of metal on dried skin as it slid from the holster. He guided the point of your bow down several inches, his sharp cheekbone snug against the back of your head. “The arrow will find its way to the target if you simply give in to the chaos, and trust me.” You exhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “I was aiming in the right-” “-Trust me, Agent” Loki repeated calmly, cutting you off. “You were not.” You pursed your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of further debate. “Now...pull your arm back” he murmured, “and set your thumb against that pretty jaw.” His hand guided yours, feeling the base of your thumb slot against your cheekbone. “Harder. Nice and tight.” he murmured. You complied, reluctantly. “That’s it.” Loki praised darkly, letting his fingers graze up your bicep and up to the point of your elbow. You could feel him tense forward, the flat expanse of harsh muscle exposed at the neckline of his tunic pressing between your shoulder-blades. Loki shifted his stance, legs widening behind you. At the new angle, you could feel his cock hardening furiously against the curve of your ass; pressing tightly into the soft flesh through the leather pants. Instinctively, you pushed your rear against him; desperate to feel it. Pathetic, you thought; as your eyelids fluttered shut.

He growled, lips brushing the shallow of your cheekbone as he observed your refreshed aim; not acknowledging the pillar of furiously hard cock between you. Loki’s words were scratching, like sandpaper scraped over tarmac. “I know that you are in love with me, Agent.” he purred, “and I will have you admit it.” He sucked your earlobe between his teeth as your tensed arm began to quiver. “Come on, you got this!” Amanda cheered loudly beside the horse across the field. The horse stamped, shaking its head. You’d forgotten she was even there. Loki smirked against your cheek, the scratch of his fur lapel making the exposed skin on the nape of your neck tingle. “I will have you swallow your pride and concede that your heart belongs to me. I would hear you beg for me, on your knees – if the moment takes you.” A violent shiver rolled down your spine. “I’m bored of your games, Loki.” you murmured shakily, closing one eye as you tried to regain concentration from the groan of utter desire building in your throat. His breath was hot against your neck, crashing against your goose-fleshed skin like waves at a seawall. You began to raise the bow, but the god pushed your wrist down. “Nonsense.” he purred casually, retreating his fingers over the sliver of your exposed collarbone, brushing a strand of hair back as he went. Your shoulder-blades squeezed together. “I would have you bow to me. I would have you beg me...” he murmured, thrusting his hips gently against your ass. “for...release.” On command, you let the arrow fly. It soared through the air in a perfect, lethal line - piercing the target with a loud thwack. “Better.” Loki whispered huskily, his smirk audible. Frantic, muted claps from Amanda peppered the air. She was really laying it on thick.

Loki backed away from you as you lowered the bow. He beckoned Amanda with a wave. “I must take care of something.” he muttered. “Watch the civilian, would you?” You gaped, as he waved his hand; making the flap of a small tent to the side of the field fly open on his approach. 'I would have you beg me'. You frowned, seeing him disappear behind the garish fabric. “Just us girls then?” Amanda quipped with an air of disappointment, coming up beside you. “Just us girls, for now.” you repeated with a strained smile, loading another arrow. “He’ll be back. He always is, unfortunately.”

Loki braced a hand against the pole at the centre of the tent. Red and white striped fabric rustled, the walls billowing slightly against a gust. The colours gave a soft hue to the air as he steadied his breathing. Steadied the thump of his heart. She isn’t breaking, he thought. He slid his forearm down the pole, wolf-fur catching against the grain. With a sigh, he rested his back against it. Of all the creatures in all the realms that he could become infatuated with, by the Norns why was it one so insufferably irritating? He closed his eyes, hearing the thump of an arrow hitting the target followed by a low rumble of disapproval. Loki frowned.

You hadn’t followed his advice. But you would. Resting his head back against the hard wood, he felt the pulse of hot blood tight in his leathers. Fuck, he was so fucking hard. Always, with her. Like a dog. Or a wolf. He smirked. He ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it behind his ears as he heard the light chatter of your stilted conversation. Five minutes. They wouldn’t miss him for five minutes. She loves me, he thought. That much was obvious. And it wasn’t just her thoughts. All his senses were heightened when it came to her. He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, the rush of desire which throbbed between her legs. The twisting in her stomach as she fought against her desires. Her scent, by the gods. When he was near, every pore on that radiant skin oozed a pheromone designed to drive him to base insanity. Tentatively, he unbuckled the thick leather belt cinched around his waist; letting it fall quietly to the grass. He untied the laces at the crotch of his trousers, each grating slide of the strings seeming louder than anything else in the world. A shaky breath shuddered the air as he slid the tight leather trousers past his hipbones before squeezing a hand inside. It caught on his public hair, making him wince. Loki gripped his straining cock, letting it bounce free with a sigh of relief. Fuck. His back arched against the pole as he began to stroke, a jolt of his knees making him widen his legs. The crotch of his lowered trousers stretched ominously at the top of his thighs, leather creaking against the force of his brace. The wolf-fur sleeve brushed against his skin with every slide of his palm, reminding him of your hair as you sucked him off with your talented mouth. Fuckkk, he thought; tightening his grip. Loki’s velvet skin relented easily beneath a practised touch, the beads of pre-cum forming at his thick tip the only lubrication he wanted today. He wanted it rough. To imagine fucking you on the ground outside, skirts splayed around your hips as you groaned your filthy, undying love for him. Yes, today – he wanted to burn. Another juddering sigh snaked past his lips as his thumb slid against the ridges of his shaft. Every vein, every bulge of tissue, every tug of his foreskin setting him further alight. He gritted his teeth, chin pointed to the high centre of the tent as his fist pumped in punishing rhythm. Behind his eyelids, the memory of the crease in your forehead as his manhood inched inside you filled his mind. Gods, how he loved filling you to breaking point. With his cock. With his seed. With his raw, animalistic power reserved only for you. The moans you made, the utter sexual devastation he caused you. Loki’s thighs quivered, the pop of muscle as they strained making him growl. Quiet you fool, he chided; reluctantly slowing his strokes. He thrust in waves against his hand, each clench of his fingers on the upswing making his brow furrow deeper. His thumb rolled his thin foreskin over the wet glans in time with his hips, a low groan of pleasure building in his chest as the scent of your perfume grew stronger in his nostrils. It clung there, like the rest of you clung in his thoughts; dark and moreish overtones of violet wafting in tendrils. Loki grit his teeth, stifling a cry as he slid his fist down to the base; squeezing the hard girth. His free hand gripped a quivering thigh, digging his nails in to stifle his moans. How he wanted you. All of you. How he wanted you to want him. Truly want him.

The spasms in his legs were closer together now, electric flinches of pleasure jolting beneath taut skin. The leather around his hips hung open sluttishly, the proud rise of his cock punctuated by the messy slip of his hand with every shallow breath. Yes, yes… ”Yes…” he groaned quietly, feeling his balls tighten. A hundred memories of your hostile fucks filled his mind, overloading the space behind his eyelids in quick succession. The way you moaned his name in frustration as he edged you, the hatred and longing in every spit of derision when he was buried to the hilt inside your perfect cunt. All the ways he could deliver you from your binds of propriety and professionalism, making the very earth you called home quake beneath your feet. How he rendered you incoherent when he came undone inside your slippery pussy. How he ascended to another plane which your climax tightened around him. Slick and warm and wet and perfect. It was he who owned your heart. So why would you not relent? His frantic mind settled on the motel room, months ago. He had seen how your eyes smouldered as he appeared in his biker clothes from dalliances decades before on this ridiculous planet – he knew they would come in useful again some day. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as his pace quickened, chasing release. The way you had pulled his ragged t-shirt towards you in a violent kiss. The way your eyes widened as you saw his newly pierced cock bounce free in your grip, how you groaned like a virgin when the metal pushed past your little pretty slit to Valhalla beyond.

“Gods…” Loki growled quietly, fucking himself to oblivion; the lurid thrill of the clandestine wank heightening every sensation. Strands of hair fell across his brow from the punishment, moist with a thin sheen of sweat. The wolf fur hung splayed open at his chest, the clench of his stomach muscles tightening with every licentiously slippery pump of his hand. His knees began to buckle, feeling himself slide down the pole beneath quivering thighs. Whitened knuckles clenched around his cock, a silent scream rumbling in his chest as he barely registered your polite laugh beyond the tent. Why must she be this way, he mused somewhere inside the dark haze of lust. Why must she resist herself? Resist me? His head fell back, hair tugging painfully as strands stuck to the rough wood sliding behind his head. Loki’s knees hit the ground with a soft thump. He fell forwards, the touch of grass beneath his free palm doing nothing to dampen the feral need to fuck. The image that flashed through your wandering mind earlier of Loki mounting you from behind against an oak tree. Norns it was all he could do to restrain himself from ripping the bodice from your curves and taking you against the nearest food cart. In your head, his cheekbones were set in smouldering malice as he brought the leather belt down on your supple ass between messy thrusts. Fuck, yes; he groaned internally; jaw clenching. He would be gentle. At first. He would mould himself against your body, skirts pushed to the side as he rutted into you to the hilt; deep and firm and slow. Just the way you liked it. One hand would wield the belt, the other would hold your wrists together above your head. He would press the delicate skin to the rough bark; dirty grunts falling heavily into the foliage beneath your feet as you moaned his name.

Dirty girl. What a filthy whore she is for me. Loki’s lips parted, shallow pants peppering the close air in the tent. It was warmer now, drops of condensation forming on the roof. Such a good girl for everyone else. But such a hateful slut for her god.

The sides of his open jacket hung past his ribs as he swayed on his hands and knees, wolf fur feeling damp against the hot skin beneath. Like a dog, he thought again. A rabid hound. Loki’s fingers had never left his cock, the punishing pace making his toes curl inside his thick boots as he knelt with knees spread on the ground. What is she feeling now, I wonder; he mused while rolling a slick thumb over the aching head, pulling his foreskin forward and back with brutish force. Pearls of his seed were following in quick succession from the plump tip pointed to the ground, gathered by every swipe of his hand with a singular focus. Cum. He could hear your voice strained with the effort of being Amanda’s companion just outside. How close were you? Ten? Fifteen meters? What would you think if you saw him like this? On his hands and knees like a submissive waiting for the lash of a paddle. Mercilessly fucking himself to the thought of you, teeth bared like an animal. He tried to focus. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure rolled in his loins as he began to come undone; sinking into the veil of your currently bubbling emotions like a warm bath. My chest against her back. Biting her earlobe, she liked that. She can’t stop herself. She misses my tongue between her legs, eating her out like a feral, starving wol- Loki whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the coming storm. He was going to cum so hard. The perfect spurt to decorate the mounds of infuriatingly sensual cleavage rising from your bodice which had taunted him since he walked in on you and Thor together. Would you run a finger along the curve of your breast after he came over you with a roar, gathering him? Would you look him dead in the eye with that irritatingly smug stare while you sucked it clean, a condescending moan mocking his unquenchable desire for you? Of course she fucking would, Loki thought with a silent snarl. The god’s mouth hung open, his tongue curling as dark brows knitted together. The coil inside him was wound tight, relief unbearably close as he tried desperately not to thunder your name. Messy tendrils swung by his cheekbones, the heat of sex and desperation making his thighs tremble. There would be deep dents in the grass beneath his knees. Loki was sure of that. The arm steadied to the ground began to twitch, fingers grasping at the lush blades beneath. Muscles in his forearms strained beneath the jacket, the flinch making him wobble against the hot friction of his hand. His need for you was unbearable. Loki’s hips thrust forward with every smooth pump of his fist, edging himself closer to release. In his mind he could see you spread beneath him, hair fanned around you head with your back arched as you tried to swallow more of his girth inside your little cunt. Despite your protestations, you couldn’t get enough. You loved it. And he loved it. And he loved y- He raised his head, seeing your shadow dance on the other side of the bright fabric. Eyebrows slanted, he suddenly wondered if you would come if he called; if you would respond to a strangled cry of help bleating from his lips.

Weak; you would think him weak. And that was something Loki could not abide. And why he would not break first, not after all the times before. He lowered his head again, cheeks puffing with every pregnant shallow pant that threatened to betray his base desires. Long strands of wolf fur stuck to his wet lips. The strain was unbearable. A crushing weight of utter, feral lust charging through his very core like wildfire. He could feel hot, heavy cum beginning to build; his palm tightly curled to the traitorous column of flesh between his legs. How he craved you. And how he loathed it. ‘I hate you, Loki Laufeyson’ your husky voice echoed in his memory, as he tumbled over the edge. He knew what you had meant. He had always known. And it was driving him to the brink. How long he could hold it back, protect himself, resist you...he knew not. But this would be his final attempt, it had to be. Loki’s forehead furrowed in a silent scream of pained bliss, jaw slack as his eyelids squeezed uncomfortably tight. He could feel his throat widen; teeth bared, back arching upwards as the bicep holding his weight shook. The god’s fingers dug into the dirt beneath the grass, raking deep beneath it like butter. With three ferocious strokes, he stilled at the thick root on the fourth. Hot cum exploded over his curled fist, splattering on the fresh grass below his naval from his angry cock. He let out a dying, staggered sigh, strangled against the need for secrecy. Fuck. Oh, fuck. His neck flopped forwards as he opened his eyes. They ran down the flat of his chest, over the pockets of exposed abdominal muscle still spasming. Loki’s grip on his manhood loosened, groaning lightly as the pressure lifted. He shifted his knees on the grass, a soft hiss escaping as the tightened muscles in his thighs reset. Thick strands of cum webbed from his fingers, bowing to gravity in elegant curved strands. Instinctively he raised the coated fingers to his lips, eyes closing as he sucked the warm delicacy from his skin.

“Hey! Hey! Wait…stop!” The god's blood ran cold as he heard your frantic voice, moving in strange directions just outside the flimsy flap of cover. He was still spread on his hands and knees, leathers untied, hair mussed and cock dripping. Suddenly the curtained door shuffled, a low snort muffled against the fabric before a familiar black snout poked through the gap. The magnificent horse’s head poked inside, long face sliding through the panel and regarding him suspiciously from bottomless eyes. Loki cleared his throat, hoping he sounded casual. “I’ll be back presently. Carry on.” he called, firmly. “People are starting to arrive from the Faire...” Amanda cooed loudly in response. Loki couldn’t be bothered to reply. The steed stamped twice, snorting. There was a pause, before the thud of arrows against the target resumed. The horse looked directly at Loki, and Loki looked directly at the horse. It lowered its head and shook it back with a short huff. Silently, Loki tucked his slick, softening cock beneath the rise of his tight leathers. He settled back on his haunches, beginning to lace the ties at his groin with a sigh. “If you ever breath a word of this...” he murmured ominously, the threat abundantly clear in the calmness of his voice. “I shall not be so generous in my choice of transfiguration for my vengeance, Barton.” Loki could have sworn he saw the horse’s eyes widen as it withdrew from the sliver of space, the moist flat of its nose disappearing with a final, derisive snort. Norns, he thought, settling back on his haunches and inspecting the lapel of his furs. Ropes of white seed were already drying into the rough hairs. Predictably, he had made a mess. He always did.

To be continued in Holy Orders (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A/N - Four to go folks!

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😱😱 omg I can't!!!

With the whole oath thing and the flashbacks and the guilt 🥲. Like, Loki is definitely acting like an asshole but damn I do feel for him.

Really wondering how the lesson will go 😏 can't wait!

Bow to Me [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (15) Reveals and eroticism are rife at Stark's Renaissance Faire. (w/c 4.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language.

The veil fastened to your forehead by a simple gold band billowed around your shoulders. Heavy skirts fluttered around your ankles, an approaching banner of war. Thor’s eyes grew wide with alarm, seeing your determined stride through a maze of colourful bunting. There would be no escape this time. He threw a fresh candy apple to the side mid-bite, taking off with a comical run to the nearest high topped tent. It was thirty minutes into Stark’s annual family fun-day. The theme this year? Renaissance Faire. And you were already prepared to go medieval on pretty much everybody in attendance.

Several wide-eyed children looked up at you in awe as you strode between them, the heavy folds of your skirts swishing purposefully on your way to confront the cowardly god. “Fhor is afwaid of her.” one of the children lisped, to a chorus of hushed woww’s that followed you like a breeze. You smirked, lifting the luxurious panel of the costume tent to reveal a cowering Thor trying frantically to conceal himself with ye olde dust sheet. “Desist, woman!” he whined dramatically, stretching out a hand with the sheet hanging limply, the other shielding his eyes. “Do not tempt me with your corseted bosom and coquettish wiles, I beg of you. You know not what you do!" You folded your arms, trying not to laugh. “I’m not trying to make you break the Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense, idiot - your dick is safe as far as I’m concerned.” you said, watching Thor’s eye squint between parted fingers. “You know of this?” he mumbled warily. “Oh, I know of this.” you smirked. His arms fell to his sides, a look of bamboozled relief on his face. “Thank the gods.” he murmured. “I thought for sure when I saw your fiery demeanour out yonder that you had finally come to your senses and decided you must have me.” he looked at you with sudden panic. “Not that I would-I wouldn’t...oh, do not tell my broth-” You raised a hand, his words fumbling to a merciful stop. “I need to ask you something.” you said slowly, hoping he could sense the need for some semblance of sincerity. Thor's brow furrowed. “Loki said I needed to speak to you, it’s weird – so, well he can see...he says- um, flashes of things in my head and I wondered…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly foolish under Thor’s blank stare. “Go on.” he gestured expectantly, arms folded. His brows were raised, as if you had said nothing of any note at all. It was your turn to frown. “Well, what the fuck is up with that? It’s rude.” you snapped. Thor chuckled. “You are in love with him. Obviously.” he scoffed, turning over his shoulder to glance at himself in the mirror. He smoothed a rogue blonde strand, pouting. “Why do people keep saying that?” you huffed, brushing the front of your dress as heat rose in your cheeks. “Everyone knows I can’t stand him so I don’t know why you’re both obsessed with-”

“Mother used to do it to me all the time…” he continued, ignoring you as he re-adjusted the short velvet cape clasped to his shoulders. He had dressed as a king for today’s festivities. Because of course he had.

“I understand your misgivings. It is rather inconvenient. For instance, if you wish to conceal that it was you who mistakenly defecated in the pantry and your mother asks you who defecated in the pantry and you are trying to think of anything but defac-” “-OK, Thor.” you cut him off with a snap, heart thundering. “...But in my defence” he continued unwaveringly, straightening his garish plastic crown. “I was a mere five hundred at the time. Just discovered ale, you see.” he said, turning with an innocent grin which faltered when he saw your steely stare. You frowned as Thor cleared his throat. “Even you mortals have an innate barrier to the invasive sight of others, something you enact as easily as breathing.” he said, traces of mirth ebbing. “When a person feels love, that barrier falters – and recipients of that love who are gifted with magic can, you know...” “See into their thoughts?” you finished. Thor shook his head. “Read their emotions, things that make them feel. Like empathy, as overrated as is it. Or guilt – such as the guilt one may feel over allegedly defecating in a pantry.” You rolled your eyes. “Well it’s bullshit. I can’t love him – he’s awful.” Thor nodded sagely, straightening his velvet tunic. “My brother likely shares your disquiet, in all honesty.” he muttered, adjusting his crown. “In truth, I thought he would be more unbearable when this eventually happened, but he has maintained a surprising amount of decorum. You should thank him.” “Thank him?!" you snorted incredulously. "I don’t think so.” Thor preened, as moments passed in silence. “Wait…” you said slowly. “He’s never been able to do this before?” Thor shrugged, swishing his cape theatrically across his chest. He looked at you blankly as your eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean...no one’s ever loved him? How is that possible?” you whispered, hearing Thor chuckle. “You speak of love often for someone who is not, in fact, in love.” he said, raising a bushy eyebrow. “In answer to your question...those who may have developed those feelings for him became...distracted.” Thor shuffled on his feet, gaze drawn back to himself in the mirror. “Distracted?” you murmured curiously. “Yes.” he replied. “By me. An unfortunate consequence of being the unquestionable biological jewel of the family, one cannot blame them really.” You suddenly remembered the conversation which sparked their sword-fight in the training hall last month. ‘Since when did you respect the Covenant of the First Seed, brother?’ Loki had spat with fire. You remembered the casual indifference painted on Thor’s brow, radiating a confidence that was severely lacking in his present state. ‘I see not how it is my fault that you could not satisfy your lovers, Loki.’ the blonde in front of you had said. “You fucked his girlfriends? Thor, that’s sick.” you hissed, shaking your head. Thor chuckled again. “They came to me, my Lady. In their glances across the dining hall with red jewels in their hair. Flashing garters a deep shade of maroon that would make Borr himself weak. The Ordinance of the Colours is no trifle. You know yourself the power of my seductive prowess. How could they resist?”

You grimaced. “Well, I did.” you sniped, folding your arms. “Yes…” Thor conceded thoughtfully, before flicking his hair back. “But you are also in love with my brother so your unnatural tastes cannot be accounted for.”

Your mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the rage in Loki’s hands and teeth as he tore the red dress from your body the night of the shareholders party. The venom in his eyes as he watched it explode in the air in a burst of green light. The way his stare hardened at the sight of your cleavage cupped in crimson lingerie, the ancient sword conjured as deathly sharp as his cheekbones to set his brother away from you. It wasn’t Asgardian bullshit. It was more than that. And for the first time, you felt something stronger than anger. Guilt. You swallowed, chin raised defiantly as Thor’s smug gaze trawled your features. It wasn’t often he found himself on the stronger side of a debate. You ran a finger nonchalantly along a rail of cloaks hanging to your side, before inspecting the tip for non-existent dust. “Not that he does but I mean theoretically if he loved me, just you know...out of interest...I should be able to hear his thoughts, right?” “No.” Thor scoffed disbelievingly. “That is a ridiculous notion. You are not gifted.” “Right.” you said, lips hardening in a tight line. Thor sighed theatrically. “If it alleviates your malaise, I have never seen him show so much hostility towards someone he has not slaughtered moments later.” “Why would that alleviate my malaise?” you sneered, feeling your stomach flutter. “And I don’t have ‘malaise’ for god’s sake” you spat, unconvincingly, fidgeting with the loose belt at your waist. “Its not like I want him to love me I was just you know, checking.” Thor looked up coyly beneath pale lashes, a smug glint in his eye that he had doubtless learned from his infuriating brother. “My lady, if my observation does not betray his heart, then truly I do not know what does.” You stared at him mutely. He sighed again. “It is nuanced, I grant you. My brother is a frustrating creature. Believe me, I empathise.” He turned back to the mirror, admiring himself. “Rogers gave me a book this yuletide, regarding your 'Love Languages' by some alleged scholar or other. Well, my brother’s love language is... hostility.” he announced, pleased with his assessment. You rolled your eyes, fully aware the butterflies in your stomach had become a flock of sparrows. “Did you read the book?” you said flatly, hoping Thor didn’t catch the twitch of your jaw as you tried to contain the twist of nerves in your chest. “Well, no.” he said incredulously, face softening before he gave a knowing wink. “But that does not mean I am wrong.” You heard the quick succession of approaching footsteps outside the tent. “Thor! Come!” a familiar voice roared, thick and rich. “Preparations for the joust are a disaster. They intend to use horses, of all things – allegedly there are no flighting moose...on Midga-” Loki bristled, one arm frozen in drawing back the tent’s curtain.

Thor straightened the lapel of his obscenely luxurious padded tunic, tilting his toy crown askew. “What think you of my regalia, brother?” he drawled regally, spreading his hands wide to the sides. “I think there cannot be two kings.” Loki snarled bitterly, resting a hand on the hilt of a sword slung by his hip. A dull one, you hoped.

He too was dressed in costumed finery; a lapel of ermine cupping his chin above a perfectly fitted tunic of such rich green it was almost black. An ornate golden chain hung in a semi-circle around his shoulders, making a crescent on his broad chest. You ran your eyes down his long body, a pair of pale hose snug to his endlessly muscled legs. He was positively poured into them, the opaque fabric smoothing the raw animalistic power hidden beneath their cover. They ran down to a ridiculous pair of heeled, buckled shoes. Green, naturally. Loki shifted his stance, feet pointed to the exit. You watched the bulge of his thighs ripple, femurs outlined exquisite against the sinful tights which clung to carved limbs like a second skin. Your eyes lingered on his bulge, the lower curve just visible beneath the hem of the tunic. Saliva evaporated on your tongue. You tried to swallow - begging yourself to forget every historical sex scene you had ever rewound as your fingers pulsed on your clit. The god’s hair fell in luscious waves, set against the white fur tucked beneath his jaw like black paint on snow. He was beautiful. And he too, was wearing a crown. Because of course he was. “You are correct brother, there cannot be two kings at this revelry – but by a happy accident I only see one present.” Thor winked at you again. Loki’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a flirtation I observe, brother?” Thor paled. “No, he’s fine.” you said quickly, feeling your cheeks heat beneath Loki’s glare. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since your last tense encounter in the Snack Shack six days ago, every raise of your hand during meetings causing a mighty roll of his eyes akin to the old days. The weight of your interrupted conversation hung heavily in the air. Wafting like cigar smoke. Stifling.

Suddenly Thor barged towards his brother and turned sideways to exit the tent, the width of his ridiculous puffed sleeves causing him to shuffle awkwardly past his stoic sibling. Loki shot you a cold glare, nodding expectantly towards the exit for you to follow him. You sauntered casually towards the gap, taking no mind of the smouldering gaze rolling appraisingly over your medieval dress like treacle. Loki held the curtain of the tent high, his arm stoically positioned above your head as you finally felt the waft of a fresh breeze on your heated cheeks. “Agent.” he murmured in unnecessary greeting as you passed, making you pause. The scent of him invaded alongside the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Wood smoked leather and dusky sandalwood. Pine. It clung to his onyx curls; hanging like a un-repentant traitor on every stitch of gold thread wound into the tight tunic snug against his torso. You could feel his eyeline trail down the valley of your cleavage as easily as if it was his tongue. “You’ve been ignoring me.” you said quietly, eyes fixed on Thor standing ahead; hoisting up his hoes with an exaggerated squat. People were staring. “Have I, Agent?” Loki purred, craning down from his position. His lips grazed the tip of your cheekbone as he spoke. Was he smelling your hair? “I didn’t think you would notice. Considering how little you think of our interactions.” he murmured. You could hear a snarl behind his teeth, barely masked venom blossoming on the cusp of each word like brewing tea.

You tilted your chin, the space between two pairs of parted lips excruciatingly small. Raising your eyes to meet his, you found no warmth there. No playfulness. Not today. And to be honest, after what Thor had told you, you didn’t blame him. Loki’s eyes narrowed, readjusting his grip on the fabric panel held aside above your head. “If you have nothing further to say, Agent…” he sneered sarcastically against your ear. His body curved away from you, ensuring that not a single part of his achingly erotic form touched yours. Loki’s haughty condescension sliced through the melting desire in your core, a weirdly comforting irritation usurping it. The thick golden chain hanging against his collarbone glinted in the afternoon sun, vying for your attention. Self-centred, presumptive arsehole, you flamed, feeling renewed warmth seep across your skin. Does he expect me to tell him I fucking ‘love’ him while his brother is rummaging around his crotch twenty feet away? Your gaze locked onto the sight of Thor’s face twisted in confusion as he tried to arrange himself covertly beneath the hose. Loki’s conceited confidence made you boil, a confusion of emotions competing in your addled brain making you feel nauseous. “You’re wrong.” you managed to say, voice strained. Loki chuckled mirthlessly beside you. “We’ll see.” he replied ominously, as you began to walk forward. You didn’t know why you had stopped in the first place. The chiffon headdress fluttered around your chin. Now that the adrenaline of searching for Thor had dissipated, you could finally take in the surroundings of Stark’s much anticipated event. A calculated distraction, you would admit. Swathes of bygone-era dressed guests moved in groups from stall to stall. The faint pluck of a lute troupe audible over the buzz of the crowd, humming like birds in the rustling waves of trees surrounding the clearing. Stationary wagons holding every manner of historical food and beverage you could think of were dotted about. Tony had really spunked the budget this year. Silently, you walked sandwiched between two simmering gods towards the only group of familiar faces; hovering by the food carts.

“What were the three of you doing in the costume tent?” Wanda said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. You shook your head subtly. Loki frowned. “I think the better query is why Lang is sporting that counterfeit phallus.” he drawled, drawing his eyes judgementally over the protrusion from Scott’s hose-clad hips. The subject of his jibe’s eyes widened, a gargantuan roasted turkey leg covering the lower half of his face. “Wha-?” he mouthed, meat flicking into the air and hitting Nat on the forehead. Scott swallowed with difficulty, gesturing at his crotch with a free hand. “Hello?! It’s a Ren faire! Cod-pieces galore am I right? Everyone’s got em. You’ve got one for god’s sa-” He stopped mid-sentence, gaze lingering once more on the draw of Loki’s hypnotic groin outlined perfectly beneath the tights. You traced the curves of your sometime-lover’s bulge covetously, remembering the smack of the shutters against your lower back as he railed into you like a furious, feral animal; fucking for survival. God, had it only been a week? It felt like years. Loki shifted his stance, folding his arms as he widened his hips. “We both know that I do not require such auspicious modifications, Lang.” he said slowly, a smile tugging his lips as Scott’s cheeks flushed.

“Please tell me we’re not talking about Laufeyson’s ding-dong again…” Steve whined over your shoulder, making you jump. He sashed into the centre of the circle, hands folded together beneath the long brown draping of his sleeves. A wooden cross hung around his neck, a thick rope of cream tied to his waist. Gone was the shock of radiant blonde hair, and in its place a questionable skullcap complete with dark bowel-cut. Friar Rogers. You lowered your eyes to the ground, feeling your chest begin to contract with laughter. For a moment, you saw Loki’s feet shuffle closer; just a little. Steve’s blue eyes widened pleadingly, every inch a man of the cloth. “Can we please try to keep lewdness to a minim-” “-I think what Tuck Shop is trying to say is that there are children, children.” Tony chided with amusement, as he sauntered out of nowhere to take his place beside the good Friar. Deep lines on his forehead danced with barely contained mirth. Or maybe he’d just been at the mead. A resplendent crown sat jauntily on his head, a tunic of red tinselled satin and silver thread replacing his trademark t-shirt and jeans. In one hand, he held a ridiculously large steak on a stick. In the other, a tankard. He took a sip, as Steve glanced around, flinching as a juggler appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into the crowd. Tony burped, before posturing thoughtfully. “Although, I think collectively we can agree we’re all obsessed with Laufeyson’s ‘ding-dong’.” he quipped, raising an eyebrow around the circle. “I mean...it’s worth its not un-sizeable weight in free PR, for one thing.” Steve flushed an alarming shade of crimson, cut off comically at the base of his skullcap. Loki sighed with theatrical exasperation. “Stark, you declared that I was to be the King in today’s farcical proceedings.” he said petulantly, with no attempt to hide his irritation. “Did I?” Tony gasped, pressing a palm to his chest. Thor snorted. “I think not, brother.” he scoffed. “The crown should fall in direct lineage to those who are worthy. I would be willing to concede my post as King of this fete if you would but grant me your renewed Oath of Most Assured Recompense in return?” he goaded, making Loki’s jaw clench. You heard him inhale sharply- “-No more Oaths!” you snapped, making both brothers jump. “This is ridiculous. You can both be kings, no one cares.” There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group. Tony raised his hand incredulously while Loki and Thor let out a simultaneous derisive snort. “Both?!” the blonde boomed, shaking his head. “My, my it truly would never have worked between us.” he said wistfully. Loki rolled his eyes as Rogers backed slowly out the circle, seeming to glide glacially with tiny steps beneath the sway of his shit-coloured robes. “Well then one of you change.” Nat growled, as you started to feel the antsy crawl of awkward tension tingle up your arms again. Thor laughed. “There is not one garment in the tent from whence we came that would fit over one of my mighty calves, Romanoff. Tis’ my brother who shall have to concede.” “Did they really think I’d give anyone else the King job at my own damn party?” you heard Tony scoff loudly to no-one. “Asgardians, I’m tellin ya…” You saw the muscle in Loki’s cheek bob as he ground his teeth. Tony bit into the speared steak in his hand, enjoying it all immensely. The dark god’s eyes flashed, a glimmer of something sparking heat between your legs.

“Fine.” Loki snapped, “As it happens I came prepared for such traitorous shenanigans. A lifetime of dealing with you, brother, has taught me to always save my best for when you show your hand.” he smirked, eyes flickering between you and a sceptical Thor. “Besides…” he purred slowly, stalking his gaze in your direction. “I have found that people are quite willing to bow to me... even without a crown.”

He grasped one of the golden tips with his thumb and forefinger, thrusting the ornament to the ground at Thor’s feet with a flick of his wrist. You saw a green glow lap at Loki’s feet, moving slowly upwards. He could do this in a millisecond if he wanted, but he was putting on a show. His twee buckled shoes melted to thick black leather, rolling up his calves like armour. Edges appeared below the knees, shifting inward to coat his carved thighs in matching trousers which, somehow, gave the illusion of being even snugger than the cream tights. You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away as a wave of wild fur blossomed around his torso; bear or fox or- “-Wolf.” Loki purred rakishly in your direction, his tongue taking its time over the syllable like a seductive bark. “Urgh, I love it when he does that.” Wanda cooed huskily, giving her face a dramatic fan. You rolled your eyes, shuffling with your arms folded. Suddenly your corset felt tight. Very tight. In the seconds your gaze had been averted, a thick leather belt had appeared around Loki’s midriff, cinching the fur. Heavy pendants hung from his neck, glinting in the afternoon sun against bare skin. The wolf fur ran in a deep V to his naval, every inch a slutty medieval bandit. Christ, you thought. I’m fucked.

“This will suit my new posting for the festivities all the better, anyway.” Loki sneered towards his brother as Tony took another gulp of mead. He flicked his hair over his shoulders, the haughty slice of his jaw making you flinch as it pointed to you. “I find that women prefer characters’ with a little more...depth. Isn’t that right, Agent?” Wanda elbowed you in the ribs playfully as Thor squinted; bamboozled. “What does that mean?” he scoffed. “I thought you on greeting duty, of all things…over yonder.” He tilted his head towards the line of families queued at the entrance, excited children jumping up and down. You saw a young girl burst into tears as a manically grinning Friar Steve loomed over her, draped sleeves hanging from arms stretched in greeting before her mother snatched her away. Loki smirked. “I have been re-assigned.” he said, glinting eyes making a flutter shuffle in your belly. His thumbs hooked into the thick leather belt, tugging downward. What you wouldn’t give to feel the smart of that leather whip across your ass as he took you against a tree in the wilderness beyond the faire’s boundary. Maybe he will, you thought as a thrill flooded soared beneath the anachronistic lace panties you were wearing. Loki’s lashes fluttered upwards, his lip curling before those ethereal features hardened again. He had been colder than usual this past week, and you had a feeling that today would be no different, given the circumstances.

“Yah – he’s on the archery range now.” Tony interjected casually, breaking the stare you didn’t know you were burning into the profile of Loki’s jawline.

Nat shook her head. “What the fuck? Where’s Clint?” she said, glancing around the bustling thoroughfare. Tony shrugged, talking through a mouthful of ye olde steak. “Said he didn’t feel like it today, his voice sounded a little hoarse on the phone.” Nat’s brow arched, swinging her eyes suspiciously towards Loki. The god rocked on his heels, a tiny shrug making his shoulders bounce as he tried to contain the smile pressing at his dimples. “I didn’t know you could shoot.” you scoffed, fidgeting with the veil hanging by your collarbone. “You never asked, Agent.” he drawled innocently, running a hand through his perfectly waved hair. “But truly...are you surprised?” Nat suddenly yanked you to the side of the group. She cast a quick glance back to the circle closing in on Loki, admiring his new outfit. Scott was rubbing a palm repeatedly down his pelted chest while the god smirked, pleased with himself. “He’s done something with Clint.” she hissed over your shoulder. You frowned, leaning back incredulously to see the concern etched plainly on her face. “He wouldn’t…” you whispered, glancing at a resplendent, wolf fur clad Loki stretching his ridiculously long arms to Scott's unbridled awe. “Whatever the fuck is going on with you guys, I don’t give a shit.” Nat said quietly. “Go with Laufeyson, find out where he’s put him. Barton could be passed out enchanted off his nuts in a port-a-potty and we’d never find him.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to read her face. “Nat I…” you started, fully intending to stand your ground. Suddenly there was a low whistle. Both of you twisted around, seeing Loki drawn to his full height; hair flowing over the puffed collar of his furs with his thumb and forefinger slotted in his mouth. The curve of his ass in the aged leather trousers was obscene, thick thighs creasing the material as it fought against its master. Christ, how you wanted to sink your teeth into them as you buried yourself between his achingly long legs. There were screams from the crowd before it parted, a panicked flurry of feathered hats and veils and skirts flying in all directions as citizens fell over themselves. A beautiful black steed cantered through the fray, completely un-phased. It was absolutely huge, the massive muscles of it's broad chest flexing with each long step. It’s smooth coat gleamed, rich tones of deepest blue flashing amongst the inky hairs as it trotted over and stopped with its nose pressed against Loki’s palm. “Shall we, Agent?” Loki purred knowingly snapping his fingers and making a vibrant caparison unfurl on the waiting stallion. The luxurious material fell in folds, dark emerald and vibrant gold with Loki's insignia woven through the fabric. A saddle and reins manifested snug to the huge horse, who whinnied in approval. Words failed you, seeing an ornate curved bow appear in Loki's grip through a wash of flickering magic. He slung it casually over his shoulder, palm stretched toward you expectantly. You vaguely heard Scott’s murmurs of besotted admiration as a sharp nudge from Natasha in the kidneys made you stumble forwards, automatically grasping towards his hand. Before you could protest, the air was knocked out of you as Loki’s fingers gripped around your waist, throwing you up. Your ass landed sideways on the saddle with a soft thump. You scrambled to grip the reigns, steadying yourself. With a graceful bound, Loki swung himself up behind, winding arms encasing you before his nimble fingers caressed the leather reigns from your grasp.

The disbelieving stares of the gathered Avengers crawled in your periphery as his forearms tightened around your ribs. Loki's elaborately constructed garment did nothing to disguise the hardness of the muscle beneath, thick ropes of pure power shifting as he settled. You could feel the slide of traitorous arousal leaking between your thighs, desperately wet and needy for the infuriatingly smug god steadying you against his spread leathered femurs. “You can be my first student, won’t that be fun?” he smouldered darkly, the whisper of his sweet breath skating over the delicate skin beneath your ear. He chuckled softly against your cheek. "Someone has to break me in before I am unleashed on the unsuspecting public, surely." You sighed, a quiver of anticipation betraying the roar of desire between your legs as you pressed them together, hanging off the side of his steed. The horse stamped once. Impatient, like his master. “And Agent…?” Loki murmured through a smirk, the deep baritones making you squeeze your shoulder-blades together against the expanse of rippling masculinity beneath the wolf-pelt. “I have quite the lesson in mind.”

To be continued in Bow to Me: Quivering (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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Ready to take a break

I once wrote 'Ready to talk?' which is about the reader ignoring Loki, which he can't stand. He takes his frustration and anger out on her in the bed room. Be warned: 18+ and it doesn't desribe a healthy dom/sub-relationship.

I got a request on AO3, to describe the aftermath and how it would be like if the two of them took a break and work back to a more healthy relationship. It is way too much to pack up in an one-shot. So, I decided to do a multiple chapter fic. Here is the next morning after 'that night'. Don't know how many chapters it will be, but around 2/3 more I think.

Hope you enjoy 😊.

Ready to take a break The two of you had let your emotions get the better of you. That was the first thought you had when you woke up this morning. Loki was stumbling around in the kitchen, doing God know what. You replayed the events that had happened yesterday in your head. It didn’t feel right. It was not right.

You knew how much you hurt him when you ignored him, but you did it anyway. You could have confronted him with the information you had. Though, he shouldn’t have made a life changing decision without consulting you first. You have been in this relationship a long time, Loki had always been dominating and the one who got his way. But yesterday he really crossed multiple lines in his anger. And you wondered what he loved more, you or the power he had over you.

After contemplating it for a while, you decided that you had to get up. You put on your sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, before making your way to the dinner table. Loki had already set the table for breakfast. You could smell he was cooking bacon and eggs, one of the few things he could do by himself. You set down an poured yourself some juice. He had set the table rather extravagantly.

‘(Y/N)’ he said surprised when he entered. ‘I thought you would still be asleep’ he looked down at the ground and plated the eggs on the table. After that he sat down and started to make himself some breakfast. He didn’t look at you. You looked at him, though. Something was off, you couldn’t quite place it. The circles underneath his eyes looked darker, his hair looked more dishevelled than normally and the way he was making himself breakfast. He was a mess, you realized. Or at least for his standards a mess.

‘Loki, we need to talk’ you said.

You could see him flinch. He froze in place with his knife still hallway through the butter. He closed his eyes an took a deep breath. That’s when he finally looked at you. ‘I know’ he barely made audible. ‘I was out of line yesterday’

‘Yeah, you kind of were’ you agreed, not really know how to have this conversation.

‘I shouldn’t have pushed you to say your safeword’ he looked to the table when he said it.

‘What?’ you asked.

‘Yesterday’ he stammered. ‘I pushed you for your safeword. Because I needed you to trust me. I shouldn’t have taken out the anger and frustration of you ignoring me on you in the first place. I get why you did it’

That was information you didn’t have. And it was making you feel nauseous, realizing you weren’t in a healthy sexual relationship with the man you loved was bad enough. But the reality check of how unhealthy that sexual relationship actually was, it was devastating.

‘That’s.. I can’t.. I shouldn’t have to use my safeword to trust you. I should just trust me. And if I need it I can use my safeword, the fact that you pushed me to say it. It’s kind of fucked up. I’m sorry, I have no other words for it’

He just looked through his tear stained eyes at you. It felt like for the first time his mind had actually stopped working and the master of words had nothing more to say. You took a sip of your juice and started to cut some of the eggs Loki had prepared.

‘I don’t know what I can do to make this up to you’ he whispered after a few minutes.

You pondered on the question for some time. Watching Loki play with his food, without eating a thing. ‘Maybe we should take a break’ the words that were on your tongue this morning finally were able to pass your lips.

‘Oh no, I don’t mean from us’ you quickly said when you saw the look of horror on his face. ‘I mean, a break from the sexual dynamics’ you looked down at your plate. Loki didn’t respond. You were growing more anxious and were never comfortable with these kind of silences, who would be? ‘I need to know that you love me and not just the power you have over me’ you could barely made audible.

You were so focussed on the plate in front of you that you hadn’t noticed that Loki had gotten up from his seat. You felt his cold hand in yours, he was kneeling besides you, a few tears streamed down his cheek. ‘Darling, I have failed at many things in my life, but the fact that that thought crosses your mind for even a second, is my greatest failure. I love you more than I can ever express in words. I think that taking a break is a wonderful idea, and I will show you how much I love you for you’

‘You really are okay with that?’ you asked.

‘Of course, I don’t want to lose you and it will give us a change to work things out’

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug. His arms wrapped around your back and he pulled close. You noticed he was reluctant to let you go, but did when he felt you retracting.

‘I love you too’ you said.

He smiled at you, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He went back and the two of you had breakfast together in silence. Both just figuring out how to improve your relationship and what the break would mean for it in the upcoming time.

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You just have to believe: 13

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13. Getting suspicious Norway was a blast. The two of them didn’t exactly talk about what they were to each other. They were just enjoying each other’s company. At least, that was what Rachel thought. Loki meant what he said. She was his, there was no way she would leave his side.

When the two of them got back, things slowly got back to normal. At least, for the staff that was. Whenever the two of them were alone, Loki took his chance to steal a kiss or to let her cuddle close against his chest. He started to hate the fact that he had to get up early in the morning, leaving her sleeping peacefully behind. And hated more that she was already asleep by the time he would come back in the evening. But he couldn’t blame he. Mortals are fragile.

He knew that once she married him that would be over. Once she marries him, he could form the connection. One that would prevent her form ever leaving him, one that would make here age in the same pace as him, one that would make her less fragile. It wasn’t a wedding tradition, it was a dark spell he learned a while back. Still, she didn’t have to know that. But that is for later he thought to himself. First things first, he had to focus on his plan.

Rachel was just watching the news by herself. Loki was somewhere for his campaign, he needed to go alone. She missed him. But her pining was interrupted when she heard the news caster tell that Tony Stark was found dead. Apparently, the billionaire had an overdose, which didn’t surprise the people that were close to him.

Still, it surprised Rachel. It was too much of a coincides. All those people dying all of the sudden. Her mind immediately went back to the papers she saw. The papers of all the possible ways that Captain America could die. The papers that had Tony Stark’s name on them. Does Loki have something to do with this? She quickly tried to keep the thought at bay. How could she for one second even think that?

After twisting and turning on the couch for half an hour, suspicion got the better of her. She decided to go upstairs and look for the papers with Tony’s name. Maybe she could rule out that Loki had anything to do with it. Little did she know, that the minute she entered his office, an alarm went off on his phone. The cameras were triggered and he could see her looking around. Luckily for him, he had moved to papers to his office in the basement, the one she didn’t know about. Unlucky for him, she was starting to get suspicious. And that would screw up his whole plan. He did what he had to do and teleported right to the door of his office and he silently opened the door.

Rachel was busy looking in various drawers, and looking through endless paper documents. But she couldn’t find a thing. Not about Captain America, not about Tony, nothing. As if Loki hadn’t had those papers in his possession to begin with. Why would he hide them? she wondered.

‘Something I can help you with?’ he spoke, making Rachel jump up.

‘Loki’ was all she said. She had no idea what she was going to say. She couldn’t possibly tell him that thought of him killing those people popped into her head. She liked him, they finally kissed. The last week had been wonderful. Accusing a guy of murder wasn’t going to help her, still. They guys in the suits, the suspicious call, the papers, thing weren’t adding up. Her mind was racing, jumping from one conclusion to the other, while trying to come up with a lie.

Little did she know that Loki was able to follow her whole mind in the process.

‘I think I left my ring, the last time I was here’ she stammered a little. Even if Loki wasn’t the God of Lies, he could tell she was lying. So obvious he thought.

‘What is it about me?’ he asked.

‘What do you mean?’

‘For some reason, people always assume the worst of me. They always start lying to me. I thought you would be different’ he sounded angry. He actually was a little angry, and he hoped that by playing the victim she would forgive him out of guilt. He could get back to his plans and back to arranging their lives for the future.

‘I- I don’t know what you mean?’ she stammered.

‘STOP LYING TO ME!’ he snapped. He could tell she was taken aback by his reaction. And he mentally cursed himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. ‘I didn’t mean to snap’ he genuinely said. ‘Just tell me honestly why you are in my office’

‘I don’t mean to offend you’ she whispered. ‘But I saw on the news that Tony Stark died, and I couldn’t help but thin of those papers. And I was just wondering if the way he died was on it’ she could barely made audible.

‘Because I have something to do with it? What would I gain from his death?’ Loki countered.

‘I don’t know, but keeping a list of ways to kill people isn’t a normal thing’ she answered. ‘I’m sorry’ she added.

Loki sighed heavily and let himself slump back into a chair. Rachel was leaning against his desk, he could tell that the guilt was eating at her, but that there was a part of her mind that thought she was right.

‘I already tried to explain to you that it is a way to try and keep them safe. Yes, an overdose is on that list. Top of it, actually. Because, it was a way that he could die and we can’t influence that’ he explained.

Suddenly, it dawned on Rachel that he had in fact explain this, she just didn’t really get why he was doing this. Before she could ask, Loki had read the question in her mind.

‘I’m involved in the Avenger Initiative, I feel responsible. Besides, I would very much like to guarantee my own safety’ he said. And that is going to be the thing that does it.

He could already she her tear up a little. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t really think..’ she started to stammer.

He stretched out his hands and she took it. He pulled he into her lap and kissed her temple. ‘It’s all right’ he said while burying his face in the crook of her neck. Kissing her neck and making her squirm a little in his grip. He loved how ticklish she was. ‘Just, I really wish you would just come to me and ask me about it, than snooping in my office’

‘I will, I’m sorry. It’s all a little new, I didn’t know you were actually involved or anything and my nerves got the better of me. Are you still mad?’ she asked.

‘As if I could ever stay mad at you?’ this time he kissed her. He really hoped that next time she would come straight towards him, lying to her was much easier that way.

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Thunder&Mischief: neutering

Loki: You want to do WHAT?

Y/N: It is a standard thing here in earth. I just want to get the cats neutered, nothing more. Just to prevent us from them having kittens.

Loki: I would argue that humans are torturing their pets. How can you even think about doing that to a man?

Y/N: Well, once the 'man has done its job' the woman is stuck with kittens in this case she might now even wanted. And I don't feel like paying for the care and making sure we give them a good home once they come.

Loki: First of all, the fact that you think we would give any of them up is beyond me. Secondly, they are inside cats, they won't encounter anyone else.

Y/N: Mischief is not an inside cat.

Loki: *grumbling* That's because Mischief is a little devil who somehow gets by the extended measurements I have taken to keep him inside.

Y/N: Well, like father like son. Anyway, I don't need eight kittens, two cats and a baby.

Loki: Baby? What?

Y/N: Calm down, I'm not pregnant. I meant you.

Loki: *annoyed* Fine, do what you want. But you have to go explain it to them.

*a few days later. Y/N with Thunder&Mischief at the vet*

Thunder&Mischief: *angrily meowing*

Y/N: *whispering* Look, I know you guys are mad at me, but this really is for the best.

*The moment the vet tries to take them out of the container, they vanish in a green glow*

The vet: *ehm.. what is happening?*

Y/N: *angrily storming out* For fuck sake, I'm going to kill a baby today.

The vet: Wait what???

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Let me know if you have an idea :)

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I don't think he can actually cook a risotto or something like that. Because I doubt it was part of his upbringing. Living as royalty, I don't expect you to spend much time in the kitchen. However, he is also a warrior and he knows how to survive. I believe he can hunt, cook meat, forage for fruits and vegetables and make some sort of stew out of it.

I wouldn't expect a five course dinner out of him, but if I was ever stranded with him in the wild I think he can provide dinner. That being said, Loki is a quick learner so I think he can learn how to cook quite fast.

But that's just my point of view ☺️

Okay, we're about to go into a debate that I want everyone's opinions on.

Question for Debate:

Can Loki cook?

Yes? No? Maybe?

I personally can not, as hard as I've tried, decide my opinion on this. I've read fics about Loki preparing a lavish meal with skill and finesse, I've read fics about Loki acting like a hurricane of disaster in the kitchen, and I've read fics where he knows basics but nothing extensive.

I can personally see Loki knowing how to cook but also not knowing how to cook, especially with modern technology. I can imagine him learning to cook as well if it meant surprising you, too.

I would appreciate any opinions to be shared for this topic and the reasoning of WHY you think that.

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anonymousfiction211 · 1 year

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I have never drawn Loki before, I barely draw people. I followed a tutorial from Sketch Saterday on youtube. There is definitely room for improvement, but for a first attempt I'm quite happy with it 🥰

#loki of asgard #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki drawing #loki sketch

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anonymousfiction211 · 1 year

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😂😂 this is the most chaotic wedding day ever and I'm here for it!!

Texts from Loki

Masterlist

Wedding Day- Part 5

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Omg you really can't take them on a mission together 😂. After this confession, I can't wait to see how it plays out!

Captain's Orders: New Depths [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (12) Fantasies and secrets are exposed at the helm of 'Captain' Loki's yacht. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smut. "Friends" w/ benefits. Butt-stuff (like,really) Daddy kink. (W/C 3.8k)

The slow descent of your skirt's zipper was the only sound over the hum of the engine. Loki rested against the ship’s wheel, running his appreciative gaze down your legs and back again. They lingered on the run of your suspenders as the flimsy uniform pooled around your ankles. You stepped out, kicking the black fabric under the control panel. “You wish for answers?" he purred innocently, unfurling long fingers with a flourish to inspect his nails. "Tell me, Agent. Where shall we start?”

“Who was in your room this morning?” you snipped, with the air of someone who couldn’t care less. And who wasn't only dressed in a stained shirt, suspender belt, stockings and heels. Loki tsk’d slowly. “Come, now. Of all the curious instances these past few months...that inanity is the burning query on your mind?" he drawled, bored. "Agent, I’m disappointed.”

Your stomach dropped, a swallow rising in your throat before you sucked it back down. So that's how he wants to play. “What did you whisper to Thor during training, then?” you said, chiding yourself for the annoyance so clearly etched in your voice. Loki laughed softly, reaching out whip-quick and grabbing your hand. He pulled you to him, spinning you around to face the open sea through the glass. “Clever girl." he whispered. "You noticed.” The stiff white cotton of his uniform grazed your legs as he shifted his thighs tight to the back of your own. His hands ran possessively over the dips of your waist, grasping at the suspender belt with a feral grunt between gritted teeth. The digits ascended, cupping the sides of your jaw, gently coaxing to the side. There was a noise to your right, his starched captain’s hat hitting the floor and rolling in a semi-circle. Loki’s warm breath flooded your ear canal, making your eyelids flutter shut as you melted back into him, the hard wall of chest keeping you upright. “I invoked an ancient clause, one which ensured his...submission in our little feud.” he said coyly, pausing to lick a trail over your jugular, planting a kiss on the wet slick. “Calling in an IOU as you might say.” This was not the answer you had expected. You ground your ass back against his crotch, the tone of your voice feigning disinterest. “For a stupid sword fight? Seems like a waste.” you quipped, trying to quell the thunder of your heart beneath your ribcage. “Even you know better than that, Agent.” Loki smarmed, sucking your earlobe between his teeth and releasing it with a messy moan. “I never waste anything...or anyone. The Binding Oath of Most Assured Recompense is not to be taken lightly.” You snorted, rolling your eyes. Loki’s lips had enunciated every soft syllable of the arcane pronunciation. Ash-ure-red. “And what about the colours, and the first seed thing?” you countered, wrinkling your nose. “The Ordinance of the Colours and Covenant of the First Seed are indeed serious affairs on Asgard. In your realm, my brother and I differ on their respective relevance. But the Binding Oath of Most Ass-ure-red Recompense is unbreakable.”

Loki seemed to sense your confusion, leaning closer. His scent invaded your nostrils, the deep undertones of musk tangled in autumnal spice like his long legs within your bedsheets. The cartilage of his Adam’s apple rested on your shoulder as he educated you, sighing in the haughty tone that only he could accomplish as his fingers slipped beneath your suspenders. “Tis a binding warrant that declares we must repay the other a debt; no matter the cost, no matter the inconvenience to the other. Even my cretinous brother would not dare disregard it, lest he face the consequences. A marker of restitution. A reckoning.” A violent shiver trembled up your spine as Loki's lips grazed the pulse point of your neck.

“That serious huh? Is that why you jammed three synonyms in the name?” you goaded, feeling Loki’s fingers begin to roam a descent down the curves of your throat. “You know my brother, Agent.” Loki growled, embers of past jealousy sparking the air between you. He rocked his hips against your ass, nudging you forward against the control panel. You bit your lip, feeling his mighty cock harden against you in real time. “Sometimes it is necessary to drive the point home with less finesse than one may be accustomed to.” You stumbled against the buttons, automatically steadying with your palms clasped to Loki’s thighs behind. You tilted your face, meeting his penetrating stare. The blues of his irises were alight with the glow of the setting sun through the panoramic window, veins of green and gold weaving in rippling waves. “What debt did you call in?” you said cautiously, feeling your chest heave as he slid his hands over your shoulders. “The origin of the encumbrance in question is not your concern.” Loki growled in your ear, a deep primordial power in the roll of his shoulders which inched you forwards before he pulled you flush to his stomach. “To him, I declared that you were to be mine. And mine alone.” You frowned, gasping as Loki bit into the curve of your neck. He sucked ravenously, his fingers toying down the front of your panties. Your back arched against him, pinned between that tank of a uniformed body and the ship’s helm. “Loki…” you squirmed, lost in a confusion of bliss. “Yes, Agent?” he asked with a smirk. You could hear it in his voice, that thick sanctimony that made you want to scream into the wind. And yet, as his fingertips drew through the sticky arousal your body offered so freely; you realised how deep the water you were in really was. “What does that mean...declared I was-?- But I’m not yours...-” you stammered, feeling your resolve waver. Loki let out an infuriating hush into your ear, rubbing a hard cheekbone along your jaw as he circled your clit. “Enough questions.” he rumbled, “I have neither the time or inclination to answer them.” You scoffed, silently willing him to make good on his statement. A hand rested on the small of your back, pushing you down. It ran over the curve of your ass, tugging at the panties before they evaporated from your body. Only the suspender belt remained, clinging around your hips holding up teasing lines and straps. Loki let out a dirty sigh, low and ragged. “I am more concerned about ensuring your filthy fantasies breath life, Agent. Wouldn’t you say that is a better use of my time than this inane prattle?” Your head lolled back against his shoulder, a thrill fluttering in your stomach. “No.” you snapped, pulling his hands from the front of your underwear. You spun, fisting the collar of his tunic with a yank. “Tell me who was in your room this morning.” you said, spitting every syllable. Loki’s brows twitched, slanting upwards in impressed surprise. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“I...-” he started confidently, before trailing off with a scowl. He looks so innocent, you thought; before remembering the guttural moan of pleasure you’d heard behind the door. Loki’s features hardened again, closing the tiny gap and sandwiching you tightly between his wide hips and the control panel. He began to undo the buttons of his tunic with aching precision; each muted pop of metal making your pussy gape. “Who is your other lover, Agent?” he muttered slowly, pursing his lips. They flickered, his amusement at the game's turn palpable. “Tell me that, and I shall answer your question.” You frowned, cursing the proud set of his chiselled features glowing in the sunset rays. The tunic rested open, the widening gap of uniformed cotton making you want to drag your fingernails down the sliver of naked chest. “Really?” you mumbled, seeing Loki give a regal nod. “On my honour.” he purred, dragging his rigid manhood against your body through the ridiculously tight trousers. He’s made them tighter, you realised, sliding your hands over his ass, whimpering softly as you squeezed the solid muscle. Fucking tighter. The material was screaming, bursting against the seams; hard thin lines flattening beneath your fingertips. You suddenly wondered if the gusset was reinforced. “Honour? I’m not sure if you have any of that to spare.” you muttered seductively, hands falling back over the control panel behind for purchase, trying to avoid the switches.

“Agent." Loki warned, running a long finger down your cheek, skimming gently over your bottom lip. You rolled your eyes, accepting the futility. Taking a deep breath, you felt the words form behind your teeth. They stung. “No one.” you spat. “Are you happy?” Loki chuckled darkly, carding the hand cupping your jaw through your hair to the base of your skull. “How satisfying it is to hear you say that, Agent. The truth...at last.” You stared to the side, feeling your face heat. “What, so you can lord it over me? Taunt me?” “Perhaps.” he purred innocently, sliding his hands over your ass. “One must add to one’s exponentially growing multitude of ways to irritate you somehow.” You gasped as he spun you around to face the window again, the deflation of knowing your secret was out making you feel weak in his hold. “As for my part, and for what you heard through my door - I have a daily routine.” he hummed in your ear. “I summon a duplicate of myself who provides me with a morning massage.” You released a snort of laughter, feeling Loki bristle behind you. “You can’t be serious.” you choked, turning your face to look directly up at his. His furrowed brow and look of offended indignation told you he was deadly serious. You stared, waiting for the punchline. You’d never heard anything more ridiculous in your life. “Why should I believe you?” Loki sighed wistfully. “Being part of this realm in a benevolent capacity brings its trials. It’s own...tension. I tried to outsource to one of Stark’s minions, but none of them could rub hard enough.” You felt a smile tug at the side of your mouth, despite your best efforts. After a pause, Loki’s did the same. He thrust gently against your hips. “Or deep enough.” he continued knowingly, tilting his head. “I can understand how your mind would automatically be drawn to the more carnal connotations of what you heard, Agent.” he murmured, slotting his jawline into the crook of your neck. “I am very good.”

“But you said to...come back to the bed?” you stuttered disbelievingly. Loki chuckled. “He took it upon himself to leave his station and attempt to answer the door. Even my illusions are wilful creatures.” The deepness of his voice made your knees buckle as Loki continued. “Just like their...daddy.” There’s that word again, you thought with a jolt. Had you ever told him you had an aching, overpowering, embarrassingly strong urge to call him that over and over as he fucked you senseless on every surface of his rooms? You didn’t think you had. So why does he keep saying it- “-but you said you were sleeping with other people…” you gasped, as he circled his hips. The pull was magnetic, feeling his hardness through the cotton press against your naked flesh. “Did I?” he cooed. “I don’t believe I did, actually.”

Loki sucked your earlobe between his teeth, nipping before release. His fingers reached down front between your legs, drawing back a sticky slick of arousal. “You assumed." he chided. "Your prejudice towards me is showing again, Agent. Amongst other things…” “You’re filth.” you sneered with theatrical coldness, watching a smirk stretch across Loki’s lips. “You love it, Agent.” he growled menacingly, returning his hand to the small of your back before pushing you down; spread on the buttons. “Now that we’ve dispersed with the pleasantries...” he rumbled, rubbing his palms down the sides of your horizontal waist. They slid over your ass, a sequential thump of his knees on the floor accompanying a groan of anticipation as he spread your cheeks. Your hips gyrated, urging him to sail you over the edge of decency. “Loki…” you gasped, as his warm tongue found the forbidden entrance nestled between your curved cheeks. He buried his face, muffled groans of pleasure filling the cabin as you rocked against him. Your fingers curled to fists, the excruciating pleasure of his enthusiastic attentions eliciting rabid pants from deep in your throat. You clasped your fingers around an important looking lever, not caring what the hell it was for. Flickering your eyes down, you saw the thick meat of thigh muscle stretched against tight white cotton. It was spread to the side of your ankle; belonging to the god splayed on his knees as he serviced you. Pleasuring you. In that ridiculous captain’s uniform, you silently screamed. “F-fuuuuck...Loki.” His flattened tongue moved in time with the digits he had covertly slipped inside you. They curled, massaging the sizzling pressure building deep between your thighs. You felt yourself clench against the waves of novel bliss, the tip of his nose pressing your cheeks apart at their height. Loki's tongue folded and caressed against your delicate entrance, every spasm of bliss making you sink further into new depths of ruin. “Lo-Loki...f-fuck...yes.” you slurred, knuckles turning white as you gripped the panel edge. A flood of climax overtook you suddenly, liberally coating Loki's gently thrusting fingers. You mind howled, a rage of lust and animalism ripping through your veins like wildfire. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Your knees began to tremble against the unrelentingly blissful rhythm, letting yourself fall further back on the open mouth of the god kneeling on the floor. The wet, filthy pleasure was endless as he smothered himself. Deeper. Suddenly his teeth sank into the curve of your ass, a deep growl sounding against slippery skin as a free hand snaked up your thigh. “Swear to me I am your only lover, Agent.” he rasped, withdrawing his fingers from your cum-soaked pussy with aching slowness. He stood, looming behind you as you tried to gather your thoughts. “I wish to hear the words from those devilish lips of yours.”

You heard the low hum of a zipper before Loki’s familiar wide tip ran teasingly through the crease of your ass, slick with his saliva. Tendrils of his hair grazed your back, falling loose from where it had been tied. You arched at the sensation, his hot breath and sultry words making your hairs stand on end. “Why do you care?” you gasped, clenching your cheeks around his thick cock. You rocked up on your tiptoes, tugging his foreskin upward before sinking down. “Why did you lie?” he countered, cupping the curve of your bottom with one huge hand. You whimpered as Loki drew his furiously hard shaft in gentle circles over your back entrance. Anticipation fizzled beneath your skin, every graze of his heavy sex setting your senses alight. He spoke slowly, velvet words melting like bath foam. “Swear to me that I am your only lover…” he whispered, “and I will grant you what you desire.” “You...are- are my only l-lover.” you panted breathlessly, tightening your grip on a well-placed lever. The walls of your pussy fluttered as his manhood nudged your asshole. “Swear it.” he snarled, gripping the nape of your neck with an ominous squeeze. "I s-swear...Loki, I swear." you panted, before his hand slipped away. You heard a muted glug, casting a glance behind you to see him empty a phial of oil into his palm.

He slathered his cock, before sliding an open palm through your cheeks. “You have no idea how I have longed for this, Agent.” he growled, matching your moan of arousal as he slipped a finger inside. Another joined the first, stretching gently in a scissoring motion. “As, I know, have you.” Your mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut as his balled knuckles pressed against your delicate entrance. The utter filth, the possibility of being caught with Loki buried deep in your ass against the helm of the yacht. You felt a hot dribble of arousal begin a descent down your inner thigh. “You have done this before?” he purred knowingly, a low chuckle vibrating through his tight uniform as you meekly shook your head. You could see his dim reflection in the pane of glass; the smouldering smirk and flashing cheekbones as he ran his hand down the flat of your spine more beautiful than the spread of the ocean. He leant over further, the snug tunic hanging open whoreishly; his carved abdomen pressing flush against your back. “A virgin then.” he hummed. “Don’t worry darling…daddy will take care of you.” Your breathing slowed as he straightened, lining himself up. The wet head of his length nudged against your slick hole, nudging the first vestige of resistance. “Relax, darling.” he cooed, mirroring the gentle tone he had used while he healed you. Slowly, the tip breached. A gasp fluttered from your lips, as Loki stilled. “Good girl.” he grunted quietly. Large hands massaged your hips, before tilting forward an inch more. Loki’s guttural moan was like a dying breath. You couldn’t take your eyes from his reflection in the glass, concentration knitting his brow as he watched his cock sink into your ass. Shameless mewls fell from your lips as you squirmed in place, the desire to have him rut into you to the hilt overwhelming. "Patience..." he whispered breathlessly, holding your hips still in his iron grip. The feeling was indescribable, a hard pressure of completeness as he inched further inside. The two of you let out a synchronised groan as his pubic bone finally pressed flush against you. Loki stilled again.

“You’re doing so well, darling. I'm so proud.” he cooed condescendingly. At any other time, you might have rolled your eyes; but the words sent a roar of pride rolling in your belly, clamping around the thick mass conquering every millimetre of space your body could offer. “When you’re ready, darling...move for me." he murmured. "Feel what it is to have me sheathed inside this precious passageway. You are in control, Agent.” he said, cautiously. “So use me.” Slowly you began to circle your hips, lips parting in a silent cry of pleasure as his girth shifted and stretched the virgin space. “That’s it. Does that feel good my pretty thing?” Loki choked, trying to maintain an air of haughty indifference and failing miserably. “Uh-huh…” you grunted, deliriously fighting the urge to slam backwards. “Don’t fight it.” Loki murmured, guiding your hips gently as you found a comfortable rhythm. “Fuck me, Agent. F-fuck me with that perfect a-arse of yours and – oh, oh.g-gods.” Loki inhaled sharply, hips juddering upward as you began to slide back and forth with ease. The muscles of your entrance were fastened to the solid length of him; every drag against his foreskin making his fingertips dig deeper into their hold of your hips. There was no pain, only freedom. Power. The god stuttered nonsensically, knees almost giving way before he straightened. Looking down, you could see the golden embroidery of his naval cuffs, svelte fingers squirming against your skin. You glanced backwards at the sight of the god with his head thrown back; drowning in the forbidden pleasure you were giving him. His hair fell in loose strands around his chin, black streaking the fair, tight skin of his jawline as messy groans infusing the air. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing. Clenching. “Does daddy like that?” you probed shyly, as you slid along his perfect cock. You felt him spasm as the verboten word dripped from your tongue for the first time.

Loki's head snapped up, brow creased before his eyes rolled back with a guttural moan at another well-timed clench. “Yes...f-fuck yes, darling.” he growled, a whine strangling from his throat as you dragged his foreskin forwards. The tip slid out the tight entrance. You bit your bottom lip, the exquisite feeling of dominance tingling on your skin. He sighed, face painted with a devastatingly haughty smoulder. You nudged backwards, catching the head of his manhood within the slick of oil gathered at your entrance. The desperate god groaned, rubbing his palms over the curve. “Sink back on daddy’s cock, Agent…” he breathed slowly, sliding his hands down the front of your hips. They found your clit, leisurely drawing his fingers through soaking, slippery folds. “Uhhh...god, Loki..” you groaned, feeling every vein tug past the tight ring of muscle. A gravelled whimper built behind your teeth as Loki’s chest pressed to your back, gentle thrusts beginning to slap as he leant into your enthusiasm. The stiff fabric of his naval uniform scraped against your skin, every collision of crisp cotton sending you closer to the edge as his fingers pulsed your sex upwards. So raw. And powerful. And fucking filthy. You began to whimper with every breath.

“Mmmm...you know only I can..uhhh...f-fuck, make you f-feel this way, Agent. Only daddy makes you feel this...g-gods...this fucking w-way.” “Daddy…” you moaned shamelessly, lifting your head. Even the word finally dripping from your tongue was enough to send a blossom of climax soar in your loins. Loki’s forearm slid across your chest, holding you upright as he began to pulse. “Louder.” he growled in baritone, begging as his hips began to slap lightly against the back of your thighs. He was holding back. Just. His fingers massaged your swollen bud as his thrusts became messy; staggering in his attempts to quell the rampant flood of lust that was taking hold. “Fuck me, d-daddy...yes...f-fuck, Loki.” Your lover snarled in response, a flash of bared teeth visible out the corner of your eye. The sensation of him filling you. The knowledge that he was completely undone. That he was being tender, despite his unrelenting need for satisfaction. That he was being real. "Loki..." you lilted softly, feeling the hum of his response vibrate against your skin. Your hand slid up his cheekbone, tugging his hair in a tight fist. You tilted your head, catching his slanted lips with yours. His tongue hovered against yours, his rasping pants thick and fast together. “Cum in my ass, daddy.” you whined sluttishly into his mouth, feeling an involuntary judder of his wide hips in response. “Agent…-” he gasped, as your breaths became short. Loki's fingers pulsed against your clit, thighs clenching as orgasm rose in devastating ripples. “Loki...oh...m-my.god-” You felt his balls tighten against your skin. The slide of his cock slowing as he eased himself over the brink through ragged breaths. Every ridge of his length dragging to the last. Savouring you. He bottomed out a final time, stalling as his weight pressed against your back. The buttons of his tunic were cool against flushed skin, messy curls grazing down your spine as he rocked with his release in time with yours. The low roar of your name in his throat was sexual napalm, sending you spiralling in an incoherent splutter of ecstasy. With a final shallow heave, he pulled you flat against his chest; the angle of his manhood making you twitch in his arms. You knew it would be hot. But not this fucking hot, you thought; trying to compose yourself through the orgasmic daze. "I must unburden myself to you…” Loki whispered through ragged breaths, combing a damp strand of hair behind your ear before placing a kiss on your temple. You dreamily hummed a response, inhaling sharply as he guided himself out. You could feel his cum following, slathering between your cheeks. The god's hand grazed the curve gently, making it evaporate in a warm glow of magic. He knelt to the floor, picking up your skirt and handing it over gingerly. There was something wrong about the silence. Something heavy. You slipped the skirt on, pulling the zipper up in time with his own. “These last few months have been...interesting.” he began, once you had arranged yourself. You cocked an eyebrow. “That’s one word for it.” you said, a coy smile pressing at your cheeks as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. What do you want him to say right now? you thought, pushing a strand of hair coquettishly behind your ear. “-But I have a confession to make.” he continued, avoiding your gaze. Your smile fell as Loki inhaled deeply. Holding it.

“I can somewhat...see into your thoughts, Agent.” he said cautiously through the exhale, lifting his stare and gauging your reaction. “-Just a little. It's really rather interesting-” he added quickly with an innocent widening of his eyes.

You froze, stunned. “-You can read my mind?” you said quietly, suddenly feeling more naked than you ever had with him before. White noise hummed in your ears, blood thundering with horror. “You can fucking read my mind?" you shrieked. "How...how could you not tell me?! How is this possible?!” Loki’s white captain's uniform melted in strips of magic, fizzling and reforming to uncover his standard leather combat suit. He grasped your biceps, sensing the change as his eyes searched your face. You had the overwhelming feeling that his confession had not been received in the manner he anticipated. “It is not as you suppose. Listen to me-” You let out a shrill, mirthless gasp of laughter. “All this time? I can't...you are-” you spluttered, pressing your hands to your eyes. Mortified. There was silence. “You insufferable wanker. I fucking hate you.” you spat, splicing the intimacy between your bodies as anger bubbled like tar beneath your skin. You could feel your jaw locking, curling your fingernails sharply into the soft skin of your palm. “You think you’re so clever. You're nothing but a smug, self-righteous dickhead.” you hissed, seeing red. “How long?" you yelled. "Does Steve know about this, too?!” Loki threw his hands to the ceiling with an exasperated sigh. “Norns, woman. Do you ever quiet? You'll wake the gentleman in the cupboard.” Shit. You'd forgotten about the actual captain, resting amongst the cleaning supplies. With a grimace, you snarled, buttoning up your shirt unevenly. “Is it just me? Am I the chosen one to entertain you with your sick games?” Despite the rage, your voice wavered. Loki stepped forwards, his hands raised in surrender. “As far as I can surmise... it is associated to flashes of strong emotion; an image caught in time. Like your photo-graphs. Pain, desire, certain...phrases that-” “Phrases like ‘daddy’?” you spat, folding your arms. A smirk twitched at Loki’s lips. He really can’t help himself, you thought furiously; watching him smooth the front of his leather tunic like a politician stalling for time. Your eye twitched. “In answer to your query...yes, it is only you I’m afraid. I should have told you sooner but it was-” “-fun?” you finished bluntly. Loki shrugged, resigning himself to your petty anger with a roll of his eyes. “Captain Rogers is unaware." he huffed casually. "However, as I was saying before you became so predictably dramatic; the reason for this little phenomenon is rather interesting if you’ll permit me to-” “No.” you hissed, circling your forefinger back and forth through the space between you. “This, is over.” Loki rocked on his heels, casting his eyes to the window as he pondered what to say next. Something snarky. Something he thinks is fucking funny, you thought, tears of frustration stinging. With a growl, you nudged him aside; striding towards the door. The rise of the land line was visible, creeping closer as Loki stepped forward and pushed several buttons with theatrical flourish. “I think not, Agent.” he purred, clasping his hands behind his back as he stared over the ocean. “You like me far too much for that.” “I never want to speak to you again, Loki.” you said resolutely, head held high. “I hate you. Loathe you. I mean it. More than ever, you sanctimonious, devious, perverted, lying prick.” Loki flinched as the door slammed, hearing the click of your heels storming down the hallway. “No you don’t, Agent.” he whispered with a quiet smile, flexing his grip around the ship’s wheel. The leather of his tunic creaked against his hips as he widened his stance, glinting eyes fixed on the approaching shore. “No you don’t.”

Continued in Hot & Bothered Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

A/N: Thank you to the ever incredible @gigglingtigger for helping me brainstorm The Oath of Most Assured Recompense and highlighting how Loki would most definitely say it 😊♥️You're amazing.

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Thank you so much for including me❤️

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥/𝟢𝟤/𝟣𝟣

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 (𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐). 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍! 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

✵ 𝑨𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝖻𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒⛈☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽𝖾?

✵ 𝑨𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 𝖻𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝟦𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇⛈☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 ― 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 ― 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉.

✵ 𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝓯 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝔂 | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾-𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅⛈☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍; 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

✵ 𝑩𝒆𝒈 𝓯𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅🔥☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 - 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌.

✵ 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

✵ 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇🔞⛈💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ―𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾?

✵ 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒆𝔂 𝖻𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒☀️💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝖾𝗑-𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌.

✵ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂☀️⛈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋; 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

✵ 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋-𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅☀️⛈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾.

✵ 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇🔞🔥⛈☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖻 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

✵ 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗄𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

✵ 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇🔞🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.

✵ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇🔞🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗍-𝖺𝗇𝖽-𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉.

✵ 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒕 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑𝗇☀️⛈💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

✵ 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝟤𝟣𝟣🔞🔥🧊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

✵ 𝑯𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝔂 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗆𝖺🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗒?

✵ 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖺☀️🔥🎶

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖴𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍.

✵ 𝑰𝓯 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝔂 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗆𝖺🔞⛈🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉, 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌.

✵ 𝑰 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗁⛈☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂. 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾: 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍.

✵ 𝑰'𝒎 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅⛈💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉.

✵ 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗅☀️💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄.

✵ 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂🔞🔥⛈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖸/𝖭 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗓𝖾.

✵ 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝔂 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗀☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖡𝗋𝗎𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 ��𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖺𝖺𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.

✵ 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

✵ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝟣𝟣𝟨⛈☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

✵ 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂🔞🔥💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌.

✵ 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋?

✵ 𝑳𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇☀️🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 - 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.

✵ 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝔂 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇☀️🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖽!

✵ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰𝑰 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝟣𝟣𝟨☀️🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

✵ 𝑵𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝔂 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅🔥☀️💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖨𝖿 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌.

✵ 𝑵𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍-𝗍𝗁𝖾-𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌🔞🔥💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑, 𝖲𝖾𝗍𝗁, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.

✵ 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑰 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇🔞🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇.

✵ 𝑶𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗄𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍?

✵ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝔂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌.

✵ 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝓯 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌𝟤𝟣☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾! 𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖱𝗈𝗆 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅.

✵ 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗆𝖺☀️🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽...

✵ 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝓯𝒖𝒍 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

✵ 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗀🔞🔥☀️💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖵𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇.

✵ 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝔂 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝔂 𝖻𝗒 kneeling-before-lo𝗄i⛈🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 ~*𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗒*~ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄-𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝖽. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌.

✵ 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅☀️💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖳𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.

✵ 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆 𝒀��𝒖 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌🔞⛈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 "𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳," 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

✵ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝔂 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍-𝗍𝗁𝖾-𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌⛈☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖨𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂'𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉... 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌.

✵ 𝑼𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅📵🔞🔥💞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

✵ 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗌-𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾-𝖿𝖺𝗐𝗇🔞🔥☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌?

✵ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏? 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖾𝗍🔞🔥☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋.

✵ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝔂𝒑𝒆? | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅☀️🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖦𝗈𝖽𝗌.

✵ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝔂 𝑴𝔂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌☀️🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒.

✵ 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍-𝗍𝗁𝖾-𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌🔞🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖴𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖧𝖸𝖣𝖱𝖠, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇.

✵ 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗀☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗒.

✵ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑨 𝑫𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀🔥☀️⛈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽'𝗌 "𝘣𝘢𝘥-𝘣𝘰𝘺" 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌

✵ 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉 "𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇-𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗒𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋☀️

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌... 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒.

✵ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑶𝒘𝒏 𝑴𝒆 | 𝑷𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝟣𝟣𝟨🔞🔥

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂'𝗌… 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽; 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

✵ 𝑨𝒔𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇☀️

✵ 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒕 𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝗌𝟥𝟥🌩️💞

✵ 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝟤𝟣𝟣☀️

✵ 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥☀️💞

✵ 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝓹 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗒☀️💞

✵ 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂☀️💞

✵ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝖾-𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼☀️

✵ 𝑰 𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝑨 𝓢𝓹𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿☀️

✵ 𝑰 𝓢𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌-𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌-𝖺𝗇𝖽-𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍🔥

✵ 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝓯𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗆𝖺☀️

✵ 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝟣𝟣𝟨☀️

✵ 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑨 𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝟤𝟣𝟣☀️

✵ 𝓢𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌-𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇☀️

✵ 𝓢𝒐𝓯𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥☀️💞

✵ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭*𝒄𝒌 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅☀️💞

✵ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝔂 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇-𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗒𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋☀️⛈

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨: 𝖭𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 | 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖮𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝗍 | 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝗑 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝗋𝗍. 𝖨𝖨

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NEW LOOK AT LOKI SEASON 2

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Reading List January 2023 📖

Welcome back, sweet lil' Muffins!

First of all because of some weird miracle I have OVER 200 FOLLOWERS now! And that's even after I blocked all the bots. 🥳

I'm beyond thrilled there are so many people who are actually interested what I'm reading all the time, so a big THANK YOU to all of you lovelies! I love each and every one of you, it’s been a pleasure 🫶

Now here we go with my january list!

As always, forgive me any mistakes or tell me about them. I'm sure I missed because I don't get all the notifications when someone tags me 😭

Hope you'll find something new to enjoy, please remember to reblog those storys to support our writers! You can find my writer recommendations here.

Let’s get started ✨

Series | Collections | Multiple Parts

Hostile F*cks Collection (ongoing) | @lokisgoodgirl

I didn't have to hide in a bathroom this time to read the new parts, still the insane and wonderful being who gifted us with this made me feel like I should. I died. A lot. Take my advice, go to bed and read "Highland Fling: The Battlements" now. And after that "Crossed Swords: To the Hilt". You're welcome.

Silver Tongue, Silver Screen (ongoing) | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

The introduction chapter for the 500 follower celebration of this lovely mutual is already here and I would suggest you get into it right now, so you're ready for the main events!

Beauty and the Snake Prince (ongoing) | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

As the Concubine of Prince Loki we already managed to sneak our way into his heart - which might actually put our life even more in danger while Loki let's his rage take the best of him, making some poor choices...

Fire Eyes (ongoing) | @unlucky-number-13

ATTENTION LOVELIES! I'm so excited to announce that this wonderful person returned to Tumblr and is continuing this awesome story! The whole book is even already written which just makes me so happy and I can't wait to follow Loki and Brenda through the timelines once more :)) READ THIS. It's really great and deserves more attention and love, you won't be disappointed, I promise!

The Sakaar Files (ongoing) | @sarahscribbles

Strap in people, my fellow mango lover and sweetest mutual is ready to present us the Sakaar Files - we've been stranded on Sakaar where the grandmaster decides as a princess of Vanaheim we won't be fighting the champion, but rather join a murderous Loki in the penthouse..!

Golden Threads (ongoing) | @coldnique

Getting to know more backstory of what happened before Ilse left all that time ago while Lokis and our heart are broken by it - dear god I cried so much, pure heartbreak and angst incoming here.

Small Talks (Sequel to Little Joys) | @lovelysizzlingbluebird

The first part of this story was actually still a part of the Winter Warmers Collection. Now we get more of this lovely pair and let me tell you, it's getting even more adorable than before!

Thrown (ongoing) | @maple-seed

Those two adorable lovebirds are still oblivious to each others feelings but have trouble to contain their own any longer - we get incredible cuteness, a touch of angst and best of all, A DANCE.

Glitter & Doom (ongoing) | @gigglingtigger

Loki drops into a universe where he gets everything he ever wanted - but doesn't know what to do with it. Shit is going down now. Angst, Smut, Action, Betrayal and a lot of feelings - you'll get everything your heart desires.

Around the Realms in 80 Days (ongoing) | @mistress-ofmagic

This month we even got two new chapters! We are going on a date which results to my delight in some jealous Loki (that's the stuff.), adorable messages and movie night with the god. But most importantly: "Look at you being all mature and shit! "

For better or for worse (ongoing) | @wheredafandomat

Angsty fic of my longest lovely mutual, where reader and Loki already have a lot of history which comes up again after a death and the reading of the will 👀

All the kings men (ongoing) | @geminigirl0298

Familiar characters appear in this chapter - we get to meet Sharon again who is thankfully fine but James also makes his way back to earth to find out what's been going on. While Loki and us grow closer by the day, it seems like another past lover shows up to stirr things up!

Once I had a brother (ongoing) | @alwida10

The second chapter of this unique story is finally up! Thor lost his memories and basically reverts back to his war-driven self a long time ago. Loki and the Avengers are kind of stuck together now until his memories return to keep him from going feral and bloodthirsty on Midgard.

Love is Hel (ongoing) | @nildespirandum

This month we were even gifted with two new chapters of "Love is Hel", with just the most delicious smut and a very dominant Nora who I adore so much.

At the end of everything (ongoing) | @tripleyeeet

GUYS. The first chapter finally welcomes Loki to the Sage Motel where he finds himself once again trapped and starts to spiral in front of a complete stranger - I love this fic already and I'm getting a bit AHS Hotel vibes ∆

Realmwalker (ongoing) | @lokikissesmyforehead

While we and Thor try to figure out where Loki might be and how to get him back, he actually manages to escape from Sakaar after meeting the grandmaster again - just to end up on earth hundreds of years in the future. Losing all hope, someone suddenly appears for him.. <3

Vigil (completed) | @coldnique

A short but sweet story, mountains of Soft! Loki, wonderful fluff and yearning. That sums it up perfectly :)

Just breathe (completed) | @mochie85

My love finished her short fic about Zephyr and Loki, deciding to smash our heart into smithereens in the process - but thankfully made up for it with an alternative ending for people like me who just can't take sad Loki.

Relinquish the Crown (ongoing) | @muddyorbsblr

We get a short little treat of this captivating story while our talented author keeps on building the whole story which we will get to enjoy soon and for a long time!

The Unlucky One (ongoing) | @littlemsstarlight8

Here we have a new writer who wants to share her writing for the first time! In this one Loki and us are undeniable and hopelessly in love with each other without knowing the other feels the same - devastatingly, Odin decides to be the most cruel again and forces us to get engaged to Thor instead. I like this quite a lot already, give it a read and give this new writer some support!

The Trickster Snippets I • II • III (working title for now) | @use-your-telescope

So for now this writing talent has gifted us with two snippets from the actual long story they are working on currently - it's an awesome sneak peek of what will come for us in the future, so I wanted to list it here early <3

The Alliance in the Shadows (ongoing) | @littlespaceyelf

Here we have the first chapter of a dark academia, royalcore and Bridgerton inspired Loki fanfic about alliances, trickery and enemies becoming lovers I just started reading!

Never gonna get it (ongoing) | @wheredafandomat

Is there anything better than Housemate! Loki totally pining for us when we were just disappointed of another guy we liked? Who could better soothe our feels ☺️

My best Friend (ongoing) | @vbecker10

The first of this two part fic is out and the pining and angst reminds me so much of crushes in my teenage years 😫

Dance with the Devil (completed) | @lunarbuck

FAIRYTALES! Specifically an adaption of Beauty and Beast, which is just the perfect setting for an angsty magical Loki Story ❤️ Just started reading and will binge it now!

A Weekend Trip to Asgard (completed) | @chickenfics

This month I felt a sudden longing for one of the single most beautiful fluffy fics I've ever read one here again - might be annoying you at this point, but I just have to recommend it again because it deserves so much more attention and makes me so giddy every time I reread it and I want you to feel it too <3

ONESHOTS | DRABBLES

@lokisgoodgirl

A busy Night - cute lil drabble I enjoyed very much <3

Size Queen

The Legend of Long-Dong Laufeyson (it's as genius as the title!)

@wheredafandomat

The Curse of your Love

Breathe deeper

@fictive-sl0th

Rest, Darling

Tempt (Sequel to Tease!)

Snippet of a future story I can't wait for!

@mochie85

Desire (fluffy prequel to Pheromones!)

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Our Mrs. Loki

@sarahscribbles

Warming him

@anonymousfiction211

Getting through the Winter

@coldnique

Knight in shining leather

@gigglingtigger

The St. Valentines Day Massacre (Takes place after Action & Reaction!)

I hope you‘ll find something new to add to your own reading list and if you do, please don’t forget to reblog the fics of their amazing writers to support them 💚

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