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platinumrosetail · 3 months

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Hii I was wondering if I could get a part 2 of my last request(The male Cheshire cat reader one), basically the same thing as my last request but with Poseidon, Buddha, Jack and Hermes instead?☺️

Sure! I’ll try my best with it!! Also they accidentally put Poseidon but they meant Thor as I already did Poseidon in the first part.

Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.

Characters: Thor, Buddha, jack, hermes.

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Thor:

You two met through his cousin; Loki, who thought it would be fun to introduce his friend to his cousin to see how he would react as Loki wanted a reaction out of Thor as he’s always so stoic and quiet.

You try to play pranks on Thor like Loki suggested but Thor usually ignores you or pick you up like a cat and put you someplace else and walk away.

It makes Loki pout as Thor usually threatens him or bonk him on the head with his fist so seeing Thor not do something similar to that with you made him pout childishly though this also confirms that Thor does have a reaction to you like he’d hoped for so that’s more than enough as it would give him ammo to tease Thor more, which made you laugh at his thinking process.

You continue to hang around Thor more this time without Loki wanting a reaction as you yourself start to wonder what expression Thor could make and what gets him to make them.

So as the saying goes; curiosity kills the cat, and of course satisfaction brought it back as your results came out to a 100 percent success as you seem to have gotten him to react to some of the things you did and said.

One of the things you did and said was how you would end up having to go to another person to prank and bother as you’ve grown ‘bored ‘ of his no reaction, that got a reaction out of him, a jealous one, it was hard to tell but you were able to detect that it was indeed jealousy that he was displaying which meant your plan worked on getting his reaction.

You teased him once he quickly realized that you were only joking and was lying to him, he thought it would be best to shut you up before Loki heard and started teasing him as well by kissing you which indeed; thankfully to him, as it left you shocked that he did such a thing considering his personality resulted in him teasing you back on why you went quiet, you pouted at him for that before a grin popped back on your face with a chuckle.

Buddha:

You two met through Loki though he didn’t actually introduce you two to each other more like you found Buddha and introduced yourself to him.

Reason why is because you’ve heard so many rants from Loki about how he doesn’t like Buddha and you wanted to find out if it’s just Loki that doesn’t like him or if buddha is a jerk.

You come to find out that Buddha wasn’t a jerk but someone who is like an adolescent but still an adult or in this case a god.

You enjoyed his thoughts and presences, confirming with yourself that it was just Loki being Loki and such.

You two played pranks on each other and others and eat snacks together and did all kind of things.

You kept this a secret from Loki as you knew he would go on about how you were ‘cheating’ on him with Buddha and you didn’t want to deal with that right now which got a laugh out of Buddha when you told him about it.

You two flirt with each other to see who can get the other flustered and in a stuttering mess, Buddha wins almost all the time there was a few times you won but not as much as Buddha.

Jack:

You met jack by accident, you were just teleporting from to places randomly without any place in mind so you ended up in his room.

Jack was obviously surprised to see someone randomly appearing in his room you not so much by how you’ve done this while teleporting bored so it didn’t really phased you.

You decide to take a break from it and leave the normal way but jack stopped you to offer you some tea, you didn’t decline as this might bring you some entertainment and plus you were getting thirsty even if you’re a god and they don’t need human needs you still like to dabble in them.

You and jack talked about lots of things, like how you were friends with Loki and what that brings to the table and about gossip that you heard while being invisible and teleporting to and from places which got a laugh about what you heard from Jack and the prank’s you’ve done and have planned.

You told him about the book that was inspired by your pantheon called Alice in wonderland and even gave him a copy that you had gotten from the human world as it was a good and interesting read.

You two decided to stay in contact and have more of these maybe even invite a few guest to join the tea party once in a while though it’s usually just the two of you most of the time but you wouldn’t have it any other way as it’s fun talking with jack.

Jack also enjoys it as well as he can see the colors you’re making is genuine of how you’re feeling when you two talk and have tea parties.

Hermes:

You and Hermes get along as you both gossip about the latest rumor or what you’ve both heard from yourselves.

You two have tea parties with just yourselves as it’s most likely that whoever you invite is the very person you two were going to gossip about so you both didn’t bother.

You pop in on Hermes many times when he does his job as the messenger of the gods (correct me if I’m wrong on that 😅) and chat as he does so though you don’t talk when you both finally arrived to his destination to whoever he needed to give or receive a message to.

Hermes is always very intriguing about your powers and want to know all about them and what they can do.

You two flirt together with each other nonchalantly until either one of you is flustered but Hermes is always so smooth at it that it always leave you flustered.

You two also talk about the gossip in the human world when you go to visit the human world for fun, you of course convinced him a few times to come with you and hear all the gossips from random humans lives.

You also told him about how you have a book written in inspiration of your pantheon and gave him a copy to read for fun, that’s another thing you two do, you either get books from the human world or god world and have a book session making fun of some of the characters and just talking about it.

(A/n: hope y’all like it!! I’m kinda getting burned out for record of ragnarok and it doesn’t help that I’m having a hyper fixation on other fandoms at the moment so please request for another fandom if possible at the moment everyone 😅 please and thank you! Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

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fanficshiddles · 29 days

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 46

Claire was quite concerned with how worried and on edge Loki seemed to be. It made her on edge, too.

When they got home, Matt and David came round about an hour later.

‘You really think Chris will try something?’ Matt asked Loki as the three vampires sat at the table in the kitchen with a beer, while Claire cooked dinner with a glass of wine.

Bat was on the table too, like she was listening intently to the conversation, though she did keep an eye on Claire too incase there was any food on offer.

Loki had said they’d just order takeaway, but Claire offered to cook. She was planning to make stew, knowing how much Loki loves it. Though the thought of having to fight with three vampires for the toilet wouldn’t be ideal, as she knew Loki would have a tantrum if she didn’t add garlic. So she just opted for something else entirely and was cooking up lasagne.

‘Definitely. I’ve never seen him so angry before, if dad hadn’t been there, he would’ve killed me. Without a doubt.’ Loki said with certainty.

Matt and David’s eyebrows shot upwards. ‘Do you really think having us two as backup will help if he does come knocking?’ David asked as he took a big swig of his beer.

‘One of you can try and keep him from killing me while the other goes to get my dad.’ Loki said as he also took a big mouthful of beer.

‘I’ll get your dad!’ Both Matt and David said at the same time.

Claire wanted to laugh, but the situation was quite worrying she couldn’t really see the humour in it. Her stomach was in knots, even though she knew having Matt and David here was a bit of extra security.

When dinner was ready, they all sat around the table to eat. They were a bit calmer and able to enjoy their food as they chatted away about other things. Bat had her own little plate of some mince that Claire had left to the side for her without any onions or sauce in it.

‘You spoil that cat.’ Matt laughed as he reached over to stroke said cat.

‘At least now I can blame it all on Claire.’ Loki teased with a smirk.

‘Pssssht. She was already spoiled rotten before I even knew you, don’t deny it!’ Claire argued back as she pointed her fork at him, making him chuckle.

‘Exactly. Remember that time it was Severus’ birthday, we all got him a cake and you snuck a piece home, just for Bat?’ David reminded him.

Loki looked a little sheepish as he shrugged. ‘Well… Bat should get to enjoy the celebrations that we do, too.’

‘That’s why she was so desperate to get at my birthday cake, she has a sweet tooth.’ Claire laughed.

‘She does.’ Loki sighed. ‘She’s rather partial to a little bit of baileys too on an evening.’

Claire giggled, while David and Matt shook their heads in disbelief. Bat let out a small chirp from the side of the table.

After dinner, Loki did the dishes while the others went through to the living room to relax for a while before going to bed.

‘Has Loki ever been this worried about Chris trying to hurt him before?’ Claire asked quietly, though she wouldn’t be surprised if Loki could still hear her from the kitchen.

‘No, not that I can think of.’ David shook his head.

‘Chris loves his job, he does it take it seriously. He does care for the students and his teachers, this will be a big blow to him for sure.’ Matt said.

‘I don’t get why they want to change things up. I mean, Loki would be a great head teacher if he does decide to take it.’ Claire said softly.

‘He really would.’ Matt agreed.

‘Do you think he will take the job, if Chris can’t get them to change their minds?’ David asked Claire.

‘I’m not sure, he hasn’t really said much about it. I think he’s too worried about what Chris might do right now.’ Claire sighed.

‘Well, we will do our best to help if trouble does come knocking.’ David said firmly.

For the following few days, there was no sign of Chris. It was like he’d gone off the radar completely. Loki had relaxed a little bit, though was still on edge. Matt and David had said they’d be happy to stay more nights, but Loki didn’t want to burden them anymore. They said they’d be on the end of the phone, if anything did happen to call them and just hang up after one ring, they’d be straight there.

‘I don’t know whether to be more worried or not that Chris has just gone completely AWOL.’ Loki said to Claire on Thursday morning while they prepped for the day ahead.

‘It is strange. Though maybe for the best, maybe he’s clearing his head and will come back calmer. Hopefully…’

‘I certainly hope so.’ Loki said as Claire walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, he smiled and kissed her forehead. ‘Thank you for putting up with me this week. I know I’ve been antsy and probably not easy to be around.’

‘So… what’s been the change?’ Claire teased.

Loki growled at her and tickled her sides, making her giggle.

‘You’ve been fine, love. I know it’s worrying, you don’t need to apologise.’ Claire assured him and pressed her head in against his chest.

Loki ran his fingers through her hair, she always soothed him. He would be lost without her, that was for sure.

‘Hopefully he comes back before Saturday night’s party, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fully enjoy the Halloween night if I’m constantly worrying and looking around for him.’ Loki sighed.

‘I doubt he’d try anything at the party, besides if he does, there’s plenty of vampires around to protect you. It will probably be safer than being at home!’ Claire said as she looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest.

Loki smiled and nodded. ‘That’s very true.’ He hummed.

‘It’ll be fine.’ Claire said confidently as she reluctantly pulled away from him to place some textbooks on everyone’s table. ‘He’s bound to have calmed down by now, it’s been a few days. I think if he was going to do something dangerous, he would’ve done it already.’

Loki smiled across the room at her and nodded. ‘You’re right, darling.’

In a small underground nightclub, in a city across the country, around forty or so bodies lay strewn in various predicaments around the place.

The flashing lights still lit up the room sporadically in a multitude of colours. Music continued to blare out from the DJ system, even though the DJ lay lifeless across the mixing table, blood dripping from his neck with a huge chunk of flesh torn out.

The security guard’s bodies could be found just inside the doorway, in a puddle of their own blood. The few bartenders that had been working that night lay dead behind the bar, smashed glasses beside them.

One man who was left, the last one alive, scrambled backwards to get away from the monster that had arrived just mere minutes ago, causing the carnage inside, he’d watched his girlfriend get torn to pieces right on front of him. Trying to save her had been pointless, he was simply tossed across the room.

Now, the monster was after him. He’d fallen over and was backed to the wall on the ground, crying and pleading for his life. He’d been happily drunk just five minutes previously, but seeing the massacre had rapidly sobered him up.

The vampire was covered in blood, his clothes were soaked in it. His mouth dripped with so much blood as his fangs remained visible. His eyes were a terrifying deep dark red.

‘No amount of pleading will save you.’ The vampire snarled, then without more fooling around he launched for him.

He went straight for the neck of course, the sound of the man screaming in agony was like music to the vampire’s ears as he sucked the blood out of him.

From the adrenaline of fear, the man’s heart was working overtime and sent so much blood through his veins that just got sucked right out. The man turned pale white and passed out, before dying shortly after. The vampire could hear the man’s heartbeat slow, then it came to a complete stop.

Once he’d had his fill, the vampire dropped the body to his feet and he stood up straight. He looked around the room, at the sea of bodies, while he breathed in deeply. There wasn’t one survivor, no heartbeat could be heard.

He let out an angry snarl as he punched the wall, putting a large hole right through. It just wasn’t enough. It didn’t help ease his anger and pain one bit.

‘No… I know exactly what I need to do back in Redbridge.’ Chris snarled.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #loki fic #david tennant #chris motionless #matt murdock #vampire loki #the redbridge hunts

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cake-writes · 1 year

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A Dutiful Disaster (Part Seven)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Story Tags/Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Royalty, Pre-Thor (2011), Smut, Angst, Drama, Slow Burn, Odin’s A+ Parenting, Cis Female Reader (she/her), No Y/N Usage, Second Person POV, POC-inclusive descriptors, Toxic Relationship (lil bit of abuse from both parties - mostly screaming matches with the occasional physical thing but he never like slaps her or anything), Smut, Slut-Shaming, Mommy Issues, Reader has anxiety, 18+

Chapter Warnings: anxiety, reader is super bitchy in this chapter, and so is her letter, oh my gosh you guys they actually talk shit out like MATURE ADULTS

Word Count: 3.8k

Snippet: “I do not wish to be kissed. It’s too great an intimacy for our,” you pause to consider the word, tapping your finger to your chin, “unique situation, wouldn’t you say? We are the furthest thing from lovers.”

“Oh?” Loki sounds amused by your answer – and then he drops his feet back to the floor with purpose, taking advantage of your startled jump to pull you further into his lap where you can feel the hardening length of him against your clothed core. “If not lovers, then what are we?”

“Married,” you gasp, arms clutching around his neck for fear of being dropped – or so you tell yourself.

Master List / Spotify Playlist / Part Six

A/N: And we’re back! This chapter finally ties us in to the prequel one-shot, as well as the argument between Loki and his father in part two. You may need to read them again for a refresher because it’s been a fair few months (in real life) since those were posted. Enjoy :)

You study your husband from above the gold rim of your teacup. It’s suspicious, the certain ease to his demeanour as he discusses today’s breakfast offerings with his servant.

Loki is manipulating you. He must be. It's the only conclusion you can come to.

You haven’t forgotten the nasty things he said about you to his father the day after your wedding. Loki made it crystal clear that he can't stand you, that he finds this sham of a marriage as torturous as you do, to the point that he'd even referred to it as a life sentence – much like your own thoughts on the matter. Yet, it bothers you in a way you can’t quite explain.

What’s worse is that the Allfather thinks you disloyal to the Crown, and you still haven’t been able to figure out why. You’ve been nothing but loyal, the events of last night notwithstanding. It makes you feel uneasy, knowing that the King has tasked Loki with ensuring your loyalty to Asgard, like he actually expects you could ever be a traitor—a proper one, that is.

Even so, you find yourself begrudgingly admiring the way your husband’s dark, glossy hair perfectly accentuates his sharp cheekbones – during which he turns his attention to you.

“Is that acceptable?” Loki questions, just as you take another sip of chrysanthemum tea—your favourite, and all you can think is that it can't be just a coincidence.

You hate how infuriatingly attractive he is. Even now. Especially now, with his pretty green eyes so focused on you, like he actually cares what you have to say.

“That would be lovely,” you answer amicably as you set down your teacup, even though you have no idea what you’ve just agreed to. Something about smoked salmon and capers.

Loki seems to accept your answer, and when he engages once more with his servant, you lose yourself in your thoughts. Two ragged, albeit manicured fingernails tap an anxious rhythm against the side of the porcelain cup in its saucer, each fingertip sounding its own melody.

Tink, tink. Tink, tink.

It worries you how easily Loki plays the part the perfect husband. Sitting here in his chambers is unnerving; you’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he seems perfectly content, like he isn’t at all bothered by the contents of your letter. Nor does he seem to hold any opinion of the events that transpired last night.

For now.

Tink, tink. Tink, tink.

The daylight streaming in through the open windows offers a glimpse of the fine lines near his eyes and the dark circles just beneath. While he always appears as though he’s never been able to get enough sleep, courtesy of his fair skin, you’re starting to think that Loki might have slept about as well as you did last night—in other words, scarcely at all.

Tink, tink. Tink, tink.

You conceal a yawn with your free hand as the servant bows and makes his way to the exit, and then you’re alone with your husband again. That knowledge should set you on edge, but you’re more focused on the rich accoutrements of his sitting room. It’s the first time you’ve been here since that awful argument following the attack; no sign of shattered glass in sight, but then, it has been a week since then.

Tink, tink. Tink, tink.

A vase full of fresh flowers sits upon the entry table. You’d bruised your hip against it that self-same night. How suspicious that the blooms are the colour of plum wine, a deep reddish-purple that makes your heart sing: your colour.

Tink, tink—

You stop tapping the instant you notice him watching you, and snatch up your teacup as if you meant to do so all along. Then you take a larger sip than you intend. The hot tea scalds your tongue, and his lips twitch in silent laughter as you try and fail to pretend it doesn’t.

“What?” you snap irritably.

“How did you sleep?”

“Why act as though you care?”

Visibly amused by your bristly demeanour, Loki retrieves his own tea, his slim fingers pinching the gilded handle with more finesse than you could ever hope to achieve. “I cannot help but wonder, petal, if you haven’t slept a wink. Were you worrying about how this conversation would go?”

You set your teacup down in its saucer with force, the loud clink of fine china resounding through the room. “Considering the events that transpired during our previous one, I’d be a fool not to worry. I expect that you will have me imprisoned the very moment you manage to lull me into a false sense of security.”

He doesn’t bat an eyelash at your vitriol, instead opting to take a sip of his tea. You can scarcely tell what kind of tea it is anymore, what with how he's drowned it in cream and sugar. Some things never change. It’s comforting, in a way.

Your husband savours the too-sweet taste for a moment before he speaks. “I will not have you imprisoned. You have my word.”

You scoff. “I threatened you.”

“Indeed.”

“With a knife.”

“A dagger, actually,” Loki corrects, and when you cut him a withering look, he gives you a shit-eating grin. You hate how stupidly reassuring it is that he’s just as insufferable as ever. Then his expression shifts to something a little more serious, his eyes softening at the corners. “You felt that I posed a threat to your safety, and you acted in self-defence. A sleepless night is punishment enough.”

You don’t buy it. “And my letter?”

“I suspect that you would never have sent it, had your fear not driven you to do so. No one in their right mind would call me—what was it, an animal?—among so many other insults that I cannot even begin to fathom them all, in a letter signed with one’s personal seal. That alone could have landed you in the dungeons, yet you did so with little regard for the consequences.” A puff of laughter escapes him. “You have always had an impulsive streak, darling, but never to that extent.”

He sees right through you. You despise it. “Yes, well—”

“If you truly think me an animal, then I can only imagine that you would indeed feel safer in another part of the palace.” He mentions the request you’d made in your letter so nonchalantly, like the two of you are merely discussing the weather. “Where did you have in mind?”

That does it.

“How—How can you be so calm about all of this?” you sputter. “Forgive me, husband, but I do not trust how willingly you would turn a blind eye to my transgressions!”

The precise manner in how Loki returns his teacup to its saucer betrays him. “Don’t you?”

You glare at him. Something is simmering beneath the surface of his suspiciously mellow exterior, but you can’t quite discern what it is. Not yet.

“If you think that I am calm, darling, then you couldn’t be more wrong—unless, of course, you honestly believe that I have any penchant for forgiveness.” His tone may be cordial, but every single one of his movements is calculated to the nth degree. The tactician.

No, he isn’t calm at all. He’s plotting. You should have known.

“Or is there another reason that you would arm me with more than enough ammunition to have you imprisoned?”

With that single question, the conversation becomes an interrogation. Your palms turn cold and clammy at the knowledge that he very well still could, and when you start to fidget with the white napkin in your lap, the cloth sticks unpleasantly to your skin.

“Is that what you want me to do? Arrest you for a rash, impulsive decision? A crime of passion?”

You can feel your blood pressure rise under his rapid fire, your anxiety and sleep deprivation giving way to anger. “No,” you bite out.

While part of you feels that a life in the dungeons would be infinitely better than one bound to him, your more reckless side likes to push boundaries – to your own detriment. And Loki knows it as well as you do. His mouth sets in a firm line, his expression unreadable.

“Then you do trust me,” he says, tone neutral. “And that, dear girl, is the worst transgression of all.”

You stare at him, disbelieving, before you let out a loud peal of laughter – like he’s just told the funniest joke you’ve ever heard. It just might be. “I trust you, do I? No, husband,” you spit the word like it’s a curse. “I loathe you. If you have mistaken that for trust, then I pity you.”

If your venomous tirade affects him at all, Loki does well to hide it. A prolonged silence falls over the room as he rests his elbows on the table and laces his fingers before him, no less patient with you than he has been for the rest of the morning. He studies you – studies your reaction – studies every single flaw you try so hard to hide, and he says nothing.

You look away first. You always do, when your temper gets the better of you.

Only then does he finally grace you with a response. “I am amenable to your request. Choose whichever chambers you’d like.”

Your eyes snap back to him in shock, only to watch as he procures a small envelope from beneath his place setting. Your letter.

Casually, he extends it out to you between two slim fingers. “I wish to return this to you as well. I refuse to hold something so incriminating over your head. It is neither fair to you, nor to our marriage.”

You stare at it, then at him, stunned into silence by his magnanimity. The Loki you know would never do such a thing. He’d hold onto it for leverage.

Your husband rolls his eyes, almost like he knows what you’re thinking. “If you do not take it, then I will destroy it in a similar manner to the gift you so graciously decided to bestow upon me, after…” he shifts uncomfortably in his chair, then, “after what I did to you that morning.”

He means his own letter – the one you’d returned to him, torn to shreds after he’d all but thrown you into the entry table. The very same entry table upon which those lovely flowers now rest.

You sit up straighter at the memory. It sets you on edge, and though you’re tempted to cower, instead you overcompensate. “Oh? Go on, then.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“It is incredibly cathartic, you know,” you drawl, delicately picking up a biscuit between your thumb and forefinger to examine its intricate design. The sugar granules glimmer in the light. “To destroy one’s heartfelt letter in a fit of anger. Though I must confess,” you hold your head high, smug as can be, “I did not read what you’d written before doing so.”

That doesn’t seem to faze him either. “You say that as if you expect it to surprise me.”

You scrunch your nose at him in annoyance. “Well? Go on. Or will you not follow through on your promises?”

His promise not to harm you. His promise not to touch you. His promise not to lock you away.

Maintaining eye contact, you use your teeth to break off a piece of the biscuit with a crunch.

Your challenge isn't lost on him. “Very well,” Loki sighs. He swiftly opens the letter to pull out the fine stationery upon which you’d so hastily scrawled all manner of insults, after which he makes a point to show it to you, front and back, to prove its authenticity. “I’ll not have you thinking I’ve stowed it away to use against you later on.”

You bat your eyelashes at him. “I see you’ve turned over a new leaf.”

“Charming,” Loki comments dryly, but you don’t miss the humour in his tone – nor in his eyes as he skims them down the page. “I must say, darling, you have quite the talent for castigation. It would be a waste not to read such a heartfelt letter aloud.” His eyes flick back up to yours, then, and you know for a fact that he’s taunting you. “For posterity. You understand.”

Posterity. There is no doubt in your mind that he knows you only wrote it yesterday. You’d even sealed the envelope with the ink still wet, as evidenced by the dark smudges littering the page.

“Stars above,” you grouse. “Get on with it, then, seeing as you are positively chomping at the bit to humiliate me.”

“Humiliate you? No.” Loki holds your gaze, resolute, and for once, you’re inclined to believe him. “I want you to acknowledge exactly what you’ve said of me before we put all of this to rest.”

Of course he does. Gracelessly, you wave a hand at him as if to say go ahead.

Loki clears his throat before he begins to read your letter verbatim, surprisingly in a manner that befits its serious nature. His voice holds not a single shred of mockery.

“To my dear, despicable husband,” he arches an eyebrow at you, “I fear I cannot stand this any longer. My chambers are in such close proximity to yours that I’d sooner return home than sleep here for another night, knowing that a wolf in sheep’s clothing rests his weary head so near to mine.”

Whether he intends it to be or not, it is humiliating to hear what you’ve written become spoken word. All too soon, you feel your face start to flush.

“I find myself ill with the knowledge that the Einherjar would allow such a predator to prowl these halls while I remain entirely defenceless. Nay, it is hardly reassuring to know that not a single soul shall protect me from the animal who would bring me harm, either in his own chambers or in our marital bed.”

When Loki pauses, you immediately recognise the real reason behind this exercise. Though you’d written the letter to be purposefully harsh in order to invoke a reaction, in the light of day, your spiteful words seem to imply something else.

You haven’t just told him of your fears in a general sense, using your marital bed as an example. You’ve alluded to a significantly more heinous act.

“You will not see me become your prey, thrilling though the chase may be to a brutish man with little regard for others. I refuse to become the spoils of a war you’ve so savagely waged upon me and my body for no other reason than your own entertainment.”

No wonder he’d been so angry with you last night. The implication that he would assault you in such a way is bad enough on its own, but there is another layer.

For centuries, the two of you have harboured a forever unspoken secret. Neither of you have acknowledged it outright, but it’s there. You’ve seen each other at the den – the covert, invitation-only club which caters to the niche sexual preferences that both you and Loki seem to share. Namely those that are, and have always been, less than socially acceptable.

“One cannot expect an animal to behave in any way but his basest nature. As a scholar of grey morals, you have always preferred books to people, but a snake, however erudite, is still a snake.”

There, on multiple occasions, your rooms have been next door to each other—through no fault of your own, though you suspect Loki has done it intentionally. After all, what he’s seen of you through the window in between are things that you’d never tell another soul, and you’re sure he relishes in holding that over your head, if not your letter.

But then, you’ve also seen similar of him. His proclivity for consensual non-consent is just one of the great many things you’ve witnessed, time and time again, and you realise, now, that Loki thinks you’ve used that forbidden knowledge against him. He thinks you’ve used it to hurt him in a way that most others could never.

“No ruffian should ever be permitted to walk freely as you do. Until such a time that you do not, for my continued health and wellbeing I have made arrangements to return to my family’s manor.”

Of course he’s bothered by what you’ve implied – albeit unintentionally. And he has every right to be.

“I will only be persuaded to stay if you grant me a new set of chambers as far from yours as possible, for I have no desire to encounter any manner of beast in the wild.” Loki snorts derisively and drops the letter down onto the table between the two of you. “Disrespectfully yours, your dutiful wife.”

There is no laughter to be elicited, now, nor anger, but something else entirely. Loki hides it well, but the implication has clearly gotten under his skin. You can see it in his eyes, and in his posture, how guarded he is as he looks to you for a response.

Thoroughly humbled, you swallow the lump in your throat and focus upon your lap. “I… I did not mean what you’ve understood my words to mean.”

When you glance back up at him, you immediately have to look away again in shame when you find him watching you, jaw set, waiting for a proper apology.

“Of course, that does not matter when they have made such an impact,” you rush to add. “I sincerely apologise for my thoughtlessness. I did not mean to imply that you would do something terrible.”

Silence stretches uncomfortably between the two of you as you begin to pick at the skin around your nails. At the very least, you should have reread your own letter before you sent it. Perhaps then you wouldn’t feel so guilty.

After a prolonged few moments, he asks quietly, “What else could you have possibly meant?”

“I meant to paint a picture of my fears.” You accidentally draw blood from a hangnail, and it stings. “My intent in mentioning our marital bed was to offer an example of one such fear—not that sort of fear, mind, but I fully understand how it could have sounded like an accusation.”

“I see.”

Finally, you muster the courage to look at him again, impassioned because you would never, ever use what you know against him. “You’ve been nothing but a gentleman in that regard, Loki. You respected my wishes on our wedding night. You have asked for my consent during every one of our trysts. Please know that I would never accuse you of anything untoward.”

His eyes search yours for a long time, trying to discern the lie, but there isn’t one. Then he exhales a long, weary sigh and leans back in his chair, the tension visibly lifting from his shoulders. “Norns,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “Yes, I suppose not even you would stoop so low.”

A jab.

You respond with the opposite: a jest. “Ah, but how could you know for certain? What with our—” you clear your throat, nearing ever closer to openly acknowledging the forbidden secret that you both share, “our history?”

It’s the closest either of you have come to doing so. You and Loki have been playing this game for centuries, trying to see who will cave first, but you continue to tiptoe around it.

Just as you predicted, the layered meaning instantly captures his attention. “Our history?” he repeats, as if he doesn't quite believe he's heard you properly, before his lips curl up into that same insufferable grin you so adore. “Oh, do go on, sweet. I’m all ears. What about our history?”

You try to give him a deadpan look, but find it impossible to keep the smile off of your face. “Only that we have never enjoyed each other’s company, you and I. You know that as well as I do.”

It isn't at all the history you’d originally mentioned, and you’re well-aware he recognises that when his voice takes on a note of smooth, persuasive silk. “In what way do you intend for me to take that, darling? Because I suspect that there are many things for a husband and wife to... enjoy.”

His insinuation is absolutely not what you meant, and he knows it, but your heartbeat quickens all the same.

Just in the knick of time, two rapid knocks resound on the door.

“Enter,” Loki calls out, never taking his eyes off of you. Something about the heat within them, however slight, makes you think he isn’t done with you just yet.

You find yourself silently thanking whoever has chosen to interrupt.

The door opens, and another servant pushes a small gold cart into the room, two shelves stacked high with breakfast delights. The spread is much more elaborate than your typical morning meal, and your mouth waters.

“Now, I believe you said I would find this cathartic?”

You glance back over at your husband, only to watch him deftly pluck your letter up from the table. Before you can get a word in edgewise, however, you watch as your stationery sets aflame in the palm of his hand.

It’s an impossible sort of fire, for it doesn't seem to burn his skin.

Magic.

You’ve always loved his magic, even now, loathe as you’d ever be to admit that you find Loki’s mastery of it in any way appealing. He wields his seidr like one might a paintbrush, creating masterful works of art from intricate spells and enchantments.

As the flames burn away your spiteful letter, your eyes follow the curling wisps of smoke as it drifts up, up, up towards the intricately-painted ceiling. Instead of the colourful collection of wildflowers you expect to see upon it, however, you find a field of white daffodils in their place.

A symbol of forgiveness.

In that moment, as you stare at the illusion he’s cast, you realise that your husband will forever be an enigma to you. Perhaps he’s changed in the great many years you've known him, or maybe you've never really known him at all.

Then Loki lazily waves his hand, and the illusion dissipates—as do the singed remains of your letter.

He’s manipulating you. He must be. It’s the only conclusion you can come to, but when you meet his eyes once more – when you see the mischief shining within them, and the softness hidden just beneath – you desperately wish that he wasn’t.

Part Eight

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Dance With The Devil (2)

Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)

WC: 5k

Summary: You see a dark side to the men holding you captive, but you won't let them break you.

Warnings: death, violence, injury, angst

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! I've loved writing it :) beta'd by the lovely @purpleshallot

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

When you wake in the morning, you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus. Your body aches and your head spins. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, what happened last night, and as it all comes back to you, all you feel is anger.

It consumes you; it lights a fire in your heart.

You stare at yourself in the vanity mirror and try to ignore how puffy your eyes are from crying last night. Right then and there, you decide that you won’t be the weak little prisoner he expects you to be. You tell yourself that you won’t roll over and take it when he wants you to.

You’ll fight him. You’ll fight him every step of the way.

It only takes you a few minutes to clean yourself up, splashing water on your face to reduce the redness of your eyes. You dress in a pair of plain brown pants from the dresser and a shirt you find, noting that they fit pretty well. You’re not sure how the raven-haired man knew what sizes to get or if he always keeps spare clothes in this room.

Either way, you don’t want to know, and you tell yourself that you don’t care.

You place your hand on the doorknob and take a deep breath. As you turn it, the metal is cool beneath your fingertips, a loud click echoing through your brain.

When you emerge from the room, you run straight into someone’s back, though they don’t fall over. Instead, the person turns around and catches you easily, steadying you. It only takes a moment to recognize them as the man you’d seen last night in the hallway, who directed you to your father.

“Good morning,” he says, removing his hands from where they’d been on your shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

Now that you’re closer to him, you let your eyes roam over his face and figure. He’s handsome, brown hair perfectly coiffed atop his head. His green eyes are bright despite the low light in the hallway, and he wears a perfectly pressed black button-up tucked into black dress pants.

“Hungry,” you end up saying quietly, letting your eyes connect with his. He gives you a gentle and knowing smile.

“Of course, come with me.” He extends his arm, offering it to you, and you surprise yourself by slipping your arm into the crook of his elbow.

The new man walks you through the halls, explaining the home’s architecture and art history. You find yourself hanging on to every word, soaking up all the information you can.

A few moments later, you arrive in a large dining room, a huge wooden table in the center with chairs lining the perimeter. The man pulls out the chair at the head of the table, and you warily sit down.

“What’s your name?” you ask as he helps you push in the chair. The man sticks his head into the kitchen, calling to someone before returning to your side.

“I’m Levi, and this is Cade,” he replies, gesturing to the man coming in from the kitchen. Cade seems to have a permanent scowl etched into his features, which doesn’t shift as he gives you a once-over.

“She’s not supposed to be here,” Cade says to Levi, not seeming to find it necessary to introduce himself to you.

Levi sighs exasperatedly, leaning against the back of your chair. “I don’t really give a shit. She’s hungry, and I’m not gonna let her starve.” Your heart warms at the sentiment; at least someone in this house cares about your well-being, even if the raven-haired man doesn’t.

“We have orders–” Cade cuts himself off, staring down at you as if he’d just noticed you listening. He returns his gaze back to Levi before lowering his voice. “If he finds out that she’s here, that we brought her here… I’m not saving your ass this time.” You mull over his words. Why does the raven-haired man care where you go? Clearly, he doesn’t want to see you since he hasn’t come to check on you yet.

“I won’t say anything,” you interject. Both men drop their gazes to you, Levi’s kind and caring, Cade’s frustrated and broody.

Levi reaches around the chair and squeezes your shoulder. “Perfect.” Two men venture back into the kitchen. They bicker the entire time, and you sit back in the chair, taking in the room around you.

It’s incredibly intricate, with so many details for your eyes to roam over that you don’t know where to start. You’re so distracted that you don’t notice another person entering the room. One look at the woman, and you know she’s probably the kindest person out there. Her hair is streaked with gray, eyes crinkled in the corners from years of smiling.

“Hello, my dear,” she says, placing a steaming mug in front of you. As the steam rises, you smell that it’s herbal tea. You wrap your hands around the ceramic, warming your skin. “It’s lovely to meet you. My name is Mrs. Peters, and if you ever need anything, no matter how small or insignificant you may feel it is, you just tell me.” Mrs. Peters sits next to you and watches you sip at the tea. Instantly, the liquid warms your whole body, ridding it of the chill from last night’s events.

“Thank you, Mrs. Peters,” you reply quietly, taking in her comforting demeanor. She gives you a bright smile, and a moment later, Levi carries out a spread of breakfast options for you. Mrs. Peters rises from her seat to help him lay out the food in front of you.

Cade leans against the wall a few feet away, clearly upset by the sight in front of him.

“Stop sulking,” Mrs. Peters chides, clicking her tongue at the man. “I don’t care what he has to say about it. I’m not going to let the poor child go hungry.” Cade rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything.

Mrs. Peters and Levi sit with you at the table while you eat, encouraging you to try different dishes they like. Cade stands to the side, watching with a disgusted look plastered on his face. It bothers you; why does he care so much? He had mentioned getting in trouble, but there’s no way that letting you eat could have that severe of consequences.

“Why were you not supposed to let me eat?” you ask, turning to Levi. He shifts a little in his seat but keeps his easy grin.

“You’re not supposed to leave your room without the permission of the big guy,” he explains. “Somethin’ about him not trusting you yet.”

“You know it’s more than that, Levi,” Cade grunts. “And they’re not orders. If you go against orders, it’s not that bad. This was a threat. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.” Mrs. Peters stands abruptly and strides over to Cade in just a few steps.

“Cade, I am shocked at you. She’s not our prisoner; she’s our guest. We must make her feel welcome here.” You shake your head at her words; you’re not a guest in this house. You’re the raven-haired man’s prisoner.

“I’m a prisoner,” you admit quietly, pushing away the plate in front of you. “I traded my life to save my father. I did it to myself.” The room goes silent, and you push away from the table and head to the hall. “Thank you for breakfast.”

The walk back to your room is quick, and when you shut the door, you chide yourself for not looking for a way out or more information on who the raven-haired man is.

Sitting at the vanity, you wonder what you’d do if you found a way out. Would you run? What would happen to you? The raven-haired man knows who you and your father are. He knows where you live; would he just come and take you back?

The thought of him knocking down the door to your home and dragging you back here sends shivers down your spine.

Now isn’t the time to think about hypotheticals. You must keep your head straight and figure out a way out of this mess.

The rest of the week, you don’t leave your room. Food gets delivered to your room, but you never see who brings it. More clothes had also appeared outside your door a few days ago. Everything is your size, somehow also your style.

You spend your day re-reading the one book you had brought with you. The prince saves the princess from the grips of the evil man every time. As much as you wish you had a knight in shining armor coming to save you, you know you don’t.

At first, you’d thought Griffin would come looking for you, but if the raven-haired man really is part of the mafia or mob or whatever, you imagine he won’t be able to do much on his own. You haven’t been able to find your phone, so it’s not like you can even call or text Griffin to tell him what happened.

A knock on your door spooks you, but you relax when Levi calls you from the other side. You pad over to the door and open it to reveal his thousand-watt smile.

“Hello, Levi,” you say, leaning against the door frame.

“Hello, ma chéri, how are you today?” You shrug, you could certainly be better, but you suppose things could also be much worse.

“I’m okay,” you end up saying. Levi nods, but you can tell he doesn’t believe you.

“Well, I wanted to apologize for not seeing you much this week. I couldn’t risk pissing off Cade more than I already had.” You nod your understanding, gesturing for Levi to come into your room. The two of you sit on your floor, facing each other.

“I understand,” you reply, digging your fingers into the plush carpet beneath you. Everything in this house screams luxury, old money. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Levi rolls his eyes but doesn’t fight you on what you’ve said,

“Cade just has a fuckin’ stick up his ass. I know who I work for; I know what I signed up for. Loki can take it up with me if he has a problem with me feeding you. I’m not going to let you sit here and wither away.”

Loki.

That’s the first time you’ve heard his name spoken out loud.

Loki.

“And what is it that you signed up for?” you ask, curious about what Levi’s job truly is.

“I am the right-hand man to the head of the Laufeyson Family Mafia.” He says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world. As if he’d just told you he’s a cashier for the local grocery store.

“Excuse me?” You stare at the man dumbfounded. How could Levi, the seemingly sweet and kind man in front of you, be part of such a vicious profession? And to be the right hand of the leader…

“Loki and I grew up together, he was always going to be in this life, but I chose to be in it. I do all the shit he doesn’t want to do, but honestly, he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. Most of the time, we do it all together.” He’s being too vague; it puts you on edge. You know he’s doing it on purpose, whether it’s to protect you or himself, you’re not sure.

“But why?” How could anyone willingly choose a life like this?

“I’m not a good man, ma chérie,” he says, cocking his head. “I like being in the thick of it; it’s what I’m good at. I tried to live in the ‘real world,’ and it sucks. It’s not for me. But this, it all makes sense to me.” You shake your head; this doesn’t make any sense. The image of Levi ending someone’s life and cleaning up the mess afterward doesn’t work. It doesn’t align with what you know of him.

But what do you really know?

Nothing.

You only know what he’s shown you, and you haven’t had the opportunity to see him in action.

“And what kind of man is Loki?” His name tastes like poison on your tongue. Levi lets your words sink in, mulling them over.

“You can’t be a good man in our world.”

Silence settles between you, and you don’t press him for more. “I didn’t come here to scare you, ma chérie. I was wondering if you’d like a tour of the rest of the house; I know you haven’t seen the rest of it yet.”

Your eyes light up at his proposition. You’ve been itching to explore. “Yes, I’d love that!” you tell him excitedly.

“Wonderful.” Levi stands, taking your hands in his to help you up. “I have to go on a job for a little while, but when I get back, I can take you. The house looks so much better in the evening anyways.” You deflate slightly when he tells you that he won’t be taking you right now, but you try not to show your disappointment.

“I look forward to it,” you say as Levi steps out of your room.

“See you then, ma chérie.”

The sun sinks below the horizon. It’s been hours, and Levi has yet to come back. You can’t help but think you won’t be getting your tour tonight.

But who says you need Levi to explore? You’ve never been too reliant on others; why start now?

You walk through the halls, expecting to get stopped, but no one is out right now, to your surprise. You make your way through the familiar areas of the house, but when you pass the large wooden doors to the west wing, you can’t help but reach out and brush your fingers along the ornate carvings.

You know the west wing is forbidden, but what’s in there? What could be so bad? Before you can convince yourself not to, you’re pushing the doors open.

Another hallway comes into view, though this one isn’t carpeted like the rest of the house, instead having dark wood floors. You take a tentative step across the threshold. When you don’t instantly burst into flames or whatever you thought would happen, you continue down the hall.

Paintings line the walls, but most are covered with dust cloths. When you reach the end of the hall, you find a portrait ripped to shreds. You reach out, pushing the pieces back together, and find it’s a family portrait.

The family is all dressed in black, sitting in a traditional pose. The raven-haired man, Loki, sits between who you assume are his mother and father. They don’t look happy, but they also don’t look angry. They look pleasant as if they’d all been thinking of a kind memory.

Loki’s eyes pierce into you, captivating you.

A loud shout steals your attention, and you notice a door you hadn’t seen a moment ago. A sliver of light peeks through the crack in the door, and you glance through it, unable to contain your curiosity.

Inside the room, Loki, Levi, and Cade all stand around a man tied to a chair. They take turns striking him with their fists, beating him without mercy.

Between each punch, Loki asks him the same question.

“Where is the shipment?”

The man never has an answer.

After another rotation of beatings, the man slumps over as much as he can in his bindings. Cade and Levi look at Loki for direction, and your stomach turns as you watch Loki pull a knife out of his pocket, flicking it open gracefully.

Loki grips the man’s hair, yanking his head upward. Blood oozes from his broken nose. It drips down his face, in his mouth, off his chin. Loki’s eyes are dark, but a smirk graces his lips. He’s enjoying this.

You hold your breath as Loki drags the tip of his blade down the bound man’s cheek, cutting it shallowly.

The bound man stirs, eyes flashing open at the pain of being cut.

“Please, please just stop,” he begs, trying to crane his face away from Loki’s knife.

“Just tell me what I want to know then,” Loki spits bitterly. He moves the knife down the man’s neck, not hitting anything vital but scraping the skin.

“I swear I don’t know anything. I wasn’t there when the shipment got dropped off. I was s’posed to, but I fucked up and was late. By the time I got there, it was gone. That’s all I know.”

Loki’s eyes connect with Levi’s, and they both shake their heads knowingly.

It only takes a second for Loki to drive the knife into the bound man’s chest, ending his life instantly.

A loud ringing fills your ears, and bile rises in your throat.

You turn away from the door, stumbling down the corridor in the dark. You trip over your feet, landing against the wall.

A hand grips your arm, shoving your back to the wall. Loki stands in front of you, fuming.

“Why did you come here?” His hold on your arm is bruising, cutting off circulation to your hand.

“I– I’m sorry,” you stammer, still hearing the ringing in your ears. You feel like you’re about to faint.

“I warned you never to come here,” he shouts, eyes like fire.

“I didn’t– I don’t–” you don’t even know what you’re trying to say. All you want is for him to let you go. You somewhat get your wish as his hands move from your arms to grip your face. His fingers reach back around your head, tangling in your hair while cupping your cheeks.

“Do you realize what you could have done?” He angles your head so you have no choice but to stare into his eyes. He looks hungry, like a man starved.

You feel like the bound man.

“Please stop,” you whisper, tears springing in your eyes. You will them not to fall; you just want him to let go.

A cold look washes over his face, his entire demeanor shifts, and he shoves himself away from you. Loki’s hands fall to his sides, fists clenched.

“Get out,” he growls, seething. You don’t think as you run out of the dark hallway and out into the central area of the house. Your feet carry you through the halls, down the stairs, and out the front door.

No one stops you. No one chases you.

You don’t stop even as you run down the hill, out the iron-wrought gate, and through the neighborhood that had looked so far away from the house.

Your lungs scream at you, your legs ache, but you want to be as far away from that house as possible. As far away from Loki and his dark eyes, full of blood and lust.

You reach the downtown area of the neighborhood and collapse onto a bench, sucking in heaving breaths. Your thoughts spin through your mind, replaying what you’d seen Loki and his men do in that room.

The fall air is crisp and cool, quickly drying the sweat on your skin. You feel feverish, welcoming the breeze that blows through the trees. You bring your knees up into your chest and will your heartbeat to slow down.

Even though it’s dark out, the moon glows brightly in the cloudless sky. A street lamp illuminates the stretch of pavement around you. You scold yourself for not grabbing anything before running away; you didn’t even bother looking for your phone.

Now, as you sit on the bench, you wish you had a way of contacting someone, anyone. Maybe Griffin, he’d come get you. But you don’t have his number memorized; you’d just have to call the police.

As you think over your options, your eyes flick to a man walking down the street toward you. He scrolls through his phone as he walks, laughing at something on the screen. He walks past you on the bench but stops a few feet away before turning around and approaching you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, tucking his phone into his pocket. His eyebrows are scrunched together, and he looks genuinely concerned. You wonder if you should tell him the truth, if you should ask him to call the police for you.

“Um, yeah,” you say, squeezing your knees tighter. You don’t want to seem too vulnerable to this stranger.

“Do you need help?” he asks, crouching down so he can make eye contact with you. His brown eyes connect with yours, and the look he gives you truly conveys kindness. “You could call someone on my phone if you need to, here.” He places his phone on the bench beside you.

You pick it up with shaking fingers and stare at the keypad, unsure who to call. You should call your dad, but for some reason, you don’t want to. Maybe you don’t want to scare him; maybe you don’t want to put him in danger.

In the end, you decide the police are your best option. You look up the number for the police station Griffin works at, and as you dial it, you notice another man walking down the street. He’s not alone but instead flanked by three more figures.

They approach and stand behind the man who’d let you borrow his phone.

The phone rings and rings and rings.

“This one?” one of the new men asks aloud. Your heart sinks.

The line goes dead.

“Yeah,” the brown-eyed man says, grinning. “She’s the one.”

You’re surrounded, unarmed, and suddenly paralyzed with fear. “Who are you?” you ask, pushing yourself back into the bench as if that will save you from whatever they have planned.

“My name is Jack Rollins,” the brown-eyed man tells you. His hand reaches out, grabs his phone from your fingers, and puts it in his coat pocket. “You’re coming with us.” Two men behind the bench reach out and grip your arms, dragging you from your seat.

You kick and scream, twisting your body to get them to release you, but it’s no use. One of them slaps his hand over your mouth, silencing you.

“She’s fuckin’ testy,” one of the men grabbing you grunts, tightening his grip on you.

“Just how I like ‘em,” Jack sneers.

The men drag you down the street, and you notice a black van that must’ve been there the entire time; you just hadn’t seen it in your earlier panic.

You know you can’t let them get you in the van. If you get in the van, you’re as good as dead.

You let your body give out, becoming dead weight to the two men carrying you. Your body sinks to the ground, and you use their surprise to your advantage, getting one of your arms free. You kick and scratch, fighting tooth and nail to escape their grips.

Everyone freezes when two gunshots fire from behind you. The men draw their weapons, while one grabs you from the ground and holds you against his chest, a human shield. You realize it’s Jack, and you hold your breath.

Bodies fall all around you, gunshots ringing through the air.

You open your eyes, not realizing they’d been squeezed shut. When you’re finally able to focus on the people around you, you see Loki, gun drawn, taking out the men who’d tried to force you into the van.

His face is unreadable, but you can see fury flickering in his eyes. He turns his gaze to you, and his brow furrows.

“Let her go,” Loki commands, but Jack just grips you tighter.

“Stop shooting, and I will,” he responds, voice wavering slightly. “What’s so special about her anyway?”

Loki shakes his head, not deigning to reply. But honestly, you want an answer too. Why is Loki going through all this trouble to save you? Why does he care?

“Who do you work for?” Loki asks, cocking his head. His gun is still drawn, still pointed straight at you and Jack. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he starts walking the two of you back toward the van. Your legs drag beneath you, trying to slow him down, but it does nothing. Loki slowly walks forward, not letting Jack get too far away.

When Jack reaches the van’s passenger side, he uses one hand to open the door. You brace yourself for whatever comes next, but you don’t expect him to toss you to the ground like he does.

You land hard on your hands and knees as the van speeds away, tires squealing.

Loki tucks his gun into his waistband, and you look around, realizing no one is left to fight him. Everyone is either dead or escaped in the van.

You try to stand, but your legs wobble beneath you, and you crumple back down, though you never hit the ground. Loki sweeps you into his arms, holding you against his chest.

His heartbeat thuds against his ribcage, a metronome for your shaking breaths.

Loki carries you the entire way back to the house in silence. You don’t even think about escaping his grasp. Part of you knows he’d find you and drag you right back. It’s terrifying.

You think back to earlier in the week when you’d promised yourself that you’d fight him at every turn. You promised you wouldn’t let this be easy for him. What happened to all that?

In all honesty, you know what happened. You’re exhausted, and you don’t know what to think anymore. The world is becoming increasingly unfamiliar to you with each passing day.

Loki carries you across the threshold of his home, and you think he’ll put you down in the entryway, but he doesn’t. He keeps you in his arms until he gets to the sitting room you’d entered through when looking for your father.

A fire roars in the fireplace, warming the room comfortably. Loki sets you down on an ottoman near the fire with a gentleness you hadn’t expected him to be capable of. He stands at full height, rolling his sleeves up to reveal toned arms.

You take in his form, how his black clothes fit him perfectly, hugging his chest and thighs. As your eyes track down his body, you notice he’s bleeding from a large gash on his leg.

“You’re hurt,” you say, choking on the words. Loki’s head drops, investigating his wound.

He holds a hand against the cut on his leg, but you know he needs to do more than just keep pressure if he’s ever going to heal. He doesn’t question you when you step away and make your way to the en-suite powder room, digging through the cabinet under the sink.

You don’t miss the way he rolls his eyes when you return with a first-aid kit. It’s clearly been used plenty, but it’s restocked well enough.

It’ll have to do.

After you’ve gathered all the supplies you think you’ll need to take care of his wound, you return to the sitting room. Loki has taken a seat in a large wingback chair, though he sits on the edge, so he doesn’t bleed on the fabric.

You sink to your knees before him, face heating at the action. You place a hand gingerly on top of his, gently urging him to remove his hand from his leg.

“Here, let me,” you say quietly, moving his hand away. His pant leg is torn around the wound, and you can see that one of the men had probably slashed at him with a knife. You hadn’t even noticed him getting that close.

A small pair of scissors is all you need to cut the fabric of his pants away from his wound. Loki mumbles something under his breath about how expensive they were, but you need to be able to see what you’re doing. If he didn’t want to fuck up his fancy pants, he shouldn’t have gotten himself into this situation.

You carefully wipe the wound with a wet cloth. Loki growls at you deep in his throat, clenching his hands at his sides. “Just hold still.”

“That hurts,” Loki grunts, watching you clean the wound.

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much,” you snap, not caring about having an attitude right now. He can deal.

“Well, this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t run away.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at his words.

“Well, if you hadn’t scared the shit out of me, I wouldn’t have run away.”

Loki lets your words sink in; the only sound in the room is the crackling of the wood in the fire.

“Well,” he says after a moment, “you shouldn’t have been in the West Wing.”

You huff out a laugh at his words. Of course he’s still caught up on that. You know you shouldn’t have seen what you did, but that’s not important right now.

“Well, you should learn to control your temper.”

You wait for Loki to come up with a snappy response, but instead, he lowers his head, seeming to let the argument fade.

You’re satisfied with how clean the wound is, so you ready a needle and thread, trying to gauge how many stitches you’ll have to put in. “Now, hold still. This may sting a little.”

Loki says nothing to acknowledge what you’ve said, but you catch the grunt he makes when you stick him with the needle.

You end up putting six stitches into the wound, tying it up nicely, considering you’ve never done this before. As you place the antibiotic ointment and bandage on his leg, you feel his eyes on you, watching your hands as they graze his skin. “By the way,” you begin quietly, “thank you for saving my life.”

You look up at Loki from where you’re kneeling and see how beautiful he is this way. He is made of power, born to control. His gaze is like fire, licking at your skin.

“You’re welcome, my flower.”

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tired-angstmachine · 5 months

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Candles (and candle-y products) I think the Young Avengers would have:

Context: I came up with this while being in a Yankee Candles with my family for 45 minutes or so. I got bored, took a bunch of photos of candles, and spent another 45 minutes on this vaguely unhinged Young Avengers post. Also this is just the comics team, so V1 + V2 team. :)

enjoy?

Nate: Coconut Beach - He’d probably have a basic beach candle like this, mostly based off the panels of him on the beach

Eli: Seaside Woods - Not technically a candle but it was in the Yankee Candles so. I think he’d have these solely cause someone else bought them for him and he didn’t want to throw them away.

Teddy: Singing Carols - I think Teddy would have one of those vaguely festive candles with the strange names, and he probably enjoys them too. Maybe they remind him of his mom. Mary-Jo Altman seems like a festive candle type lady.

Billy: Edelweiss - I mean, come on! It’s named after a Sound of Music song, of course Billy would have it! Probably bought multiple, I just imagine him performing spells with the Edelweiss scented candle.

Kate: Hinoki Dahlia - I honestly picked this solely cause it’s purple, but Kate would totally buy it just cause it’s purple also.

Cassie: Movie Night Cocoa - absolutely bought for the ridiculous concept, but turns out it actually smells good so she bought more. I’m sure Kate helped in buying this.

Jonas: Catching Rays - Listen, he’s a robot, I doubt he can actually smell this, but I think it’d be funny if he had it (also I didn’t wanna leave him out, I love him)

Tommy: Ice Banana Pop - He’d buy this just to piss everyone off, especially Billy and David though, he probably thinks it’s hilarious

David: Vanilla Bean Caramel Biscotti - It’s vaguely yellowish-orange and is sort of professional looking. I bet he seriously likes it too, it’s like the anti-thesis of Tommy’s monstrosity of a candle.

America: Cafe Al Fresco - Kate bought it for her. It smells like coffee and America swears she doesn’t like it, but she does.

Noh-Varr: Sunset Disco - I laughed for a solid 2 minutes seeing this candle display, and thought Noh-Varr would totally own this candle just cause it has “disco” in the title

Loki: Mistletoe - Look, I have an awful sense of humor, and Loki probably does too. Maybe Verity bought this for him, maybe he got it himself, who knows.

#young avengers #marvel comics #nate richards #eli bradley #teddy altman #billy kaplan #kate bishop #cassie lang #jonas young avengers #tommy shepherd #david alleyne #noh varr #loki agent of asgard #kid loki

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kiteblue42 · 6 months

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Part 5 of - what the heck is going on with Mobius anyway?

S2e6- the one I can’t bear to rewatch

This was a great ending for Loki and appropriately bittersweet - hearing Mobius on the timeline missing him (and all his friends) but knowing they are safe because of what he is doing 😭😢😭. Although I hoped we might get a cute happy ending - this was no where near as terribly bleak as I thought we might be headed at one point.

Though there were quite a few lose ends including some of the themes that did not pay off … Apparently marvel vetoed the original scrip for episode 5 which might explain those (I do wonder why?) I’m sure the internet can speculate 🧐.

I can’t face a rewatch at the moment so from memory….

There are only 2 really important Mobius passages in Ep 6 (which was rightly Loki focussed).

- the historic interrogation room scene

- The final Mobius section

Interrogation room scene

Loki returns to his first conversation with Mobius essentially to get his advice. Mobius is his moral compass he wants to know what he should do.

The upshot is Mobius fundamentally thinks doing the right thing is to accept a burden - it’s not necessarily what you want to do, it’s not what will make you happy but if you don’t do the right thing in Mobius view that is not something he’d be able to bear.

This is important for his ultimate fate because he is not expecting a happily ever after.

Goodbye TVA

All the Mobius content back in the TVA “after” just speaks of someone grieving. Loki is clearly haunting every shot and Mobius can’t move on if he stays there. “You’ll find no comfort at the TVA” from the interrogation scene appears prophetic. He literally sits frozen at his desk when we first see him. His decision to go and look at the timeline is not really because he thinks the others won’t miss him (B15 makes it clear) but it’s also obvious he’s not essential either. It’s because he misses Loki too much and this is one of the last pieces of advice Loki gave him.

The timeline

Back on the timeline he has gone to see what could have been. It’s the good life he predicted, but in the end it’s not as painful as he thought because he can say that’s something he helped to protect. (describing the house as the “best on the block.”) . This reminds me of the end of Dr Strange (mom) where Strange and Wong discuss their alternatives being happy and how that’s a comfort in a way.

Loki’s absence is still felt & not just because Sylvie raises it, but also because of Mobius quoting “never look never know”. It seems to be a positive thing that Loki’s words inspired action here where in the TVA Mobius seemed completely locked in stasis.

“Let time pass”

Well thanks Mobius - what the heck does this mean!?

So in previous posts particularly running up to s2e2 Mobius seemed to be in a bad way. In fact lots of us spotted that Mobius seemed to have a death wish / was primed for some sort of sacrifice. (Falling for a god if you’re a mortal generally goes pretty badly after all).

I read “let time pass” as positive as we can expect - it’s a decision not to stop which I think was a thought lurking in the back of Mobius psyche through both seasons. It’s not yet a positive get out there and live (which Sylvie has chosen). Not yet anyway.

This is consistent with Mobius character- someone who deals with what is put in front of him, accepts it’s not all about happiness or comfort, will accept a burden and ultimately would be proud of Loki’s own sacrifice (and would not want to undermine that).

The writers say it was not a cliffhanger ending (and in general that’s right) but this *did* feel like a cliff hanger - Mobius seems to have chosen not to die but he’s not yet chosen life. He is still “no where man”.

I really really hope we check in on Mobius again in future and see him making some steps back into life.

Thanks to all the bloggers and artists out there for a really fun Loki season 2 - I’ve enjoyed the chaos - hope no one is feeling too despondent!

#loki #mobius #lokius #loki spoilers #mobius m mobius #lokius meta #loki season 2 #loki meta #loki and mobius

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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i wanna send an ask but i don’t exactly know what to ask, so i’m going to use one of the prompts you have provided. can i request #7 for ikemen revolution? Thank you so much!! <3

No, thank you so much, my lovely anon! I so appreciate the ask and I always love the chance to write for IkeRev! And please use the prompts – that’s what they’re there for!! I hope you’ll enjoy, dear!

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you:

Which character is the most punctual

I have this headcanon that both Sirius and Lancelot are really punctual, have been for most of their lives, but that Harr really does easily lose track of time and back in school, both men were the ones to make sure that Harr didn’t get too wrapped up in something and that he made it to all his classes or appointments or such on time.

Which character is the most political

Both Kings want what is best for Cradle and its citizens. It comes with their positions and they both have strong ideas on how that should be accomplished, as far as how much sacrifice is acceptable to achieve that peace.

Which character is the most likely to want children

You can bet your sweet asses that Sirius has such a huge breeding kink. That man will rest his hands on his partner’s stomach and tell them how he can’t wait for their belly to grow all nice and round with his children before making sure it does. I think part of it is purely a sexual kink but at the same time, he’s definitely interested in making a family of his own and would love to have kids, plural, since his own upbringing included having so many brothers and sisters.

Which character likes pineapple on their pizza

Now, he’d never be so crass as to actually eat something as inelegant as pizza (in public at least and even in private, he’s totally one of those people who eat pizza with a knife and a fork), but it’s Jonah. I think he really loves pineapple in general and he’d like the mix of sweet and savory that pineapple on pizza gives.

Which character drives too fast

If Cradle had cars, I feel like Fenrir would be a speed-demon, but a responsible driver. Seth drives too fast sometimes but his real danger is that he’s such an irresponsible driver who steers with his knees while he reaches for something in the passenger seat or who would talk on his phone while driving and who gets minor road rage.

Which character is the most likely to be a smoker

I do strongly headcanon Dalim smoking cigarettes. Blanc prefers a pipe every now and again and I think Claudius smoked both cigarettes and cigars. I actually have a pretty strong headcanon that Edgar would have some issues with lovers or close friends smoking around him because the smell takes him right back to Claudius and everything about his past with his uncle.

Which character would go vegan

I feel like Blanc doesn’t eat a lot of meat and neither does Harr. Harr eats a lot of fish so he couldn’t go vegan, but I feel like Blanc probably could if he ever chose to.

Which character is a pop music fan

I think, out of the Black Army, Seth and Luka would be bubblegum pop fans, while in the Red Army, it would be Jonah and, surprisingly, Edgar who really took to pop music. Seth definitely sings along to pop music while doing his hair and skin routines.

Which character is a showoff

Both Jonah and Seth, to me, come off as men who can be quite the show-offs, given that both are very dramatic and both of them do quite like attention. Loki can also be somewhat of a show-off at times, because again – attention, please. Fenrir, meanwhile, comes off as a show-off but he really isn’t because he doesn’t do a lot of what he does for attention, but rather because it seemed fun.

Which character is the most religious/spiritual

I don’t think Cradle has the same religions as our universe does, but I do think Amon is religious, in a very cultish way, and that that could be part of what is driving him to do what he does.

Which character skips/skipped classes often

I honestly feel like, though they both tried really hard to be good students, there are times when Ray and Fenrir ended up skipping class and it was probably more frequent than it should have been. Both were just not made to be cooped up at a desk and when a better adventure presented itself, I feel like these two had to take that adventure no matter what.

Which character is the meanest

Have any of you met Oliver? Like, that boy/man has such an acerbic wit and he’s really bad at holding them in. While he is perfectly capable of feeling bad if he does end up hurting someone, he doesn’t pull punches and his words and attitude can cause a lot of people some emotional pain and offense.

Which character can’t swallow pills

I actually have a really strong headcanon that Loki, to go along with his other cat-like features, can’t swallow pills and is really bad at taking any medicine, to the point where Harr has to hide his medication in food or drink whenever Loki gets sick.

Which character takes the scenic route more often than the most direct route

I feel like both Blanc and Mousse are really bad for this. Blanc just gets lost in his thoughts easily and he just kind of idles along, thinking about this and that and taking in the pretty scenery and while he’d meant to take the most direct route, he gets a little turned around and lost and ends up almost having to loop around Cradle just to get where he’s going. Mousse, meanwhile, just likes a slow life without much pressure or stress and he wants the time to stop and smell the flowers and gaze at a really pretty tree or take a nap by a stream. The direct route just seems too impatient, almost, to him.

Which character has the most irrational fears

Ghosts, monsters, and scary stories tend to freak Fenrir the fuck out. Seriously. Does he know those things aren’t real? Does he know there’s no monster in the closet or under the bed and that haunted houses don’t come to life and gush blood from their walls? Yes, logically he knows all of this. But they feel so real whenever he hears one of those stories and he will have some nightmares about them.

Which character has the most sexual experience

I think both Blanc and Dalim have a fair amount of sexual experience, honestly. It’s hinted that Blanc is very old, much older than he looks, and that he’s a bit of a ladies’ man and I do feel like he’s had a sexual affair here and there. I also see Dalim as being a ladies’ man, but he’s more of a playboy who likes casual one-night stands.

Which character is the most fearful of commitment

So, those sexual affairs I mentioned Blanc has? They’re almost entirely with women who are of higher status and thus wouldn’t be allowed to commit to him or to women who are otherwise betrothed or even married and it’s all very hush-hush. He doesn’t want to be with women who could entangle themselves in his life, could push him for commitment because I do feel like he had commitment once, it ended up in some serious heartache for him, and he’s now very trigger-shy about any future commitment.

#event ask #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev headcanons #blanc lapin #dalim tweedle #fenrir godspeed #mousse atlas #loki genetta #harr silver #sirius oswald #lancelot kingsley #seth hyde #ray blackwell #edgar bright #jonah clemence

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: Request from anon. I must admit, I tried to be as unspecific as I could with RC’s insecurity so it would be more approachable for everyone! Enjoy! ♥

Words: 3230 Warnings: smut, body insecurities

Additional NSFW warnings: orgasm denial

Disheartened, you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The new top you had ordered looked gorgeous—except for the fact that your boobs appeared to ruin the entire outfit.

If somebody asked, you wouldn’t be able to tell them what you didn’t like about your breasts but somehow… they never looked nearly as perfect and alluring as other women’s chests. You didn’t like the way your nipples looked, the way your entire boobs were shaped and their size was… just not right? Sighing, you ripped the top off, eyeing that plain black bra you usually wore to conceal your biggest insecurity.

Three more weeks. Three more weeks and you would finally be able to afford it—that breast surgery you had been saving up for. Had you not crossed paths with the Iron Man Tony Stark himself, you were certain those three weeks would still be three years. Working for a billionaire had its perks—especially since you got to meet the famous Avengers as a bonus.

A gentle knock on the door ripped you from your thoughts. You flinched, ready to cover yourself up when you spotted Loki’s black hair in the mirror.

“The others are heading out for lunch. They mean to have… Indian,” he said all the while his eyes scanned your half-naked form standing before him. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No… no.” You shook yourself and hastily put on a jumper that would conceal your chest altogether. It was cold outside anyway.

“So… I take it we are joining them,” Loki remarked with a hint of disappointment in his voice. You smiled at him. Loki had never complained about your boobs so far. If anything, he appeared downright smitten by your naked body whenever you pounced on each other like feral animals—but then again, he’d also never explicitly expressed he liked your breasts.

No one knew about your passionate affair as of yet. They wouldn’t have approved. How would they? You knew yourself Loki had a lot of red on his ledger. But he was handsome. Sweet. Playful. Mischievous. Dominant. In short… it had taken you only a few weeks to fall in love with him, unconditionally; and even though he’d never said it back yet, you were confident he reciprocated your strong feelings for him.

“I haven’t had Indian in a while. You will love the garlic bread.”

“Hmm… I suppose garlic does sound tempting.” Smirking, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you from behind before attacking your neck with gentle kisses. Your eyes fell shut.

“You seem distracted, are you alright?”

“Yeah… I’m fine.” Three more weeks. “Let’s go.”

After a fulfilling and spicy meal in an Indian restaurant right around the corner from Stark Tower, you stepped out of your en-suite bathroom dressed in only a white and fluffy towel. Loki was sitting on your bed, focused on a documentary about popcorn. His blue eyes drifted over to you immediately once he realised that you were naked.

You bit your lower lip, imagining him flicking his wrist to fling the towel away with magic. He’d pull you flush against his clothed body, forcing you on the bed, and then he’d undo his trousers, pulling out his hard and dripping cock. You smiled at him timidly, hoping he couldn’t read your thoughts as you stepped further into the room in search of fresh underwear.

He’d then tell you to spit on his erect manhood, to wet him for what he had planned for you, and then… then he would cup your breasts with both his hands, knead them relentlessly until you arched your back and become but a moaning mess beneath him. He’d play with your nipples for a bit and pinch them so they hardened and then, finally, he would squeeze them together and fuck them with his aching length until he came all over your chest…

Swallowing thickly, you put on an oversized shirt. With your breasts… that fantasy would remain just that. Loki was watching you like a hawk. He smirked and nodded when you joined him in bed. It was cosy, comfortable and peaceful—so unlike anything the Avengers would expect from the God of Mischief.

“Hey, Loki… I’ve got to tell you something,” you began quietly.

“Yes?”

“I have an appointment with a surgeon in three weeks. The best in New York City, they say.”

“A surgeon? Whatever for?”

“I’m… going to get breast surgery.”

Loki sat up, causing your head to fall on the pillow. You groaned.

“Why?” Genuine confusion sparkled in his stunning blue eyes.

“Because…” You took a deep breath. “I hate my boobs. I always have. The shape, the size, everything, it’s just not… right! I don’t feel sexy or beautiful, I…” Stopping yourself, you stifled a sob. Loki brought his hand up to your cheeks to wipe away the lone tear escaping the corner of your eye.

“Darling…” He only ever called you that when he was truly worried about you. Your heart warmed. “You are without a doubt the most beautiful and alluring mortal woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Why ever would you think your breasts… or any part of your body, for that matter, are any less than perfect?”

You shrugged, avoiding his gaze.

“You have told me yourself that the beauty ideals in this realm are unrealistic… and that the women you see in magazines and on your addictive little phone device are… what was it? Edited? Manipulated?”

“Yeah.” You smiled weakly. “The mortal version of illusion casting you called it.”

“Precisely.”

“I know, Loki. But… it’s just always been like that and it’s… don’t you notice I never wear tight tops? That I always hide my chest?”

Loki sighed, pondering over what you had said for a moment.

“Very well… if that is what you truly wish to do with your body… I shall not be the one to talk you out of it, pet. I will devour you regardless.” As if to prove a point, he pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, attacking it with wet kisses and gentle bites. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him.

“You really don’t have to come with me, you know. I’m… almost a little worried the surgeon will refuse to operate on me if he knows that if he messes up, he has the God of Mischief to answer to.”

“He does have me to answer to…” Loki murmured in response. Grinning, you interlaced your fingers with his and entered the practice. You were greeted by the receptionist who lost her composure for just a second upon seeing Loki next to you and then asked you to sit down. The doctor called you in only a few minutes later—the advantage of appointments this late in the evening. Another perk of working for Tony Stark himself.

“Mr… oh, Mr., um, Loki?”

“He’s accompanying me, it’s fine.” With a reassuring smile, you sat down in front of the surgeon’s desk. You had expected him to be nervous. The tiniest bit of sweat pooled on his bald head and his upper lip. It did little to compliment those thick grey eyebrows and the rectangle-shaped glasses he was wearing.

“Right… no… no problem at all. Well then… you are interested in breast surgery, correct?”

“I am.”

“I have received the images you sent me via email. I think I have a clear idea of what you are imagining for yourself, so today I’m just going to examine your breasts and see what we can work with. Then we will discuss things further and you can make an appointment with my receptionist for the surgery. Would you take off your shirt and bra for me?”

You nodded. “Of course…”

“You are going to what?” Loki tilted his head, earning him a warning glare from the side.

“I, um… I need to take a look to assess what can be done, S-sir.”

Your heart skipped a beat when Loki clenched his fists. Your gut feeling had been right, you should have asked him to stay in Stark Tower and wait for you there. But it was too late now. You shot him another glance, mutely asking him to behave. Loki rolled his eyes in response.

Once you had bared yourself from the waist up, the doctor sanitised his hands, reached for a body-safe pen and then stood.

“Ah, yes… I see where you would like to go. We can work with high-grade silicone… here…” He marked the side of your boobs with the pen. “… to adjust the shape and… let me see…” His hands came up to feel your breasts, lifting them lightly and brushing over your nipples, holding them up a little to recreate your dream shape.

It was at that moment that Loki lost his shit. He jumped up from his chair, almost sending it flying across the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“S-sir, I need to…”

“No one but me gets to touch her like that,” he growled.

Your jaw dropped. “Loki!”

The doctor removed his hands from your immediately and put his hands up in defence.

“I dare you to put your hands on her again,” Loki warned him. He narrowed his eyes at the surgeon who took a step back in fear.

“Miss…” He choked out your name. “Perhaps we should, um… meet another time or… once you have this… um, settled. My receptionist can give you a new appointment but I’m afraid it will… um, my calendar is quite full, there might not be something else available until the new year… or… or later.” In other words, never.

You took a deep breath, swallowing to suppress the scream of frustration threatening to escape your throat.

“I… okay, well, if there is no earlier appointment available… I’ll be in touch,” you stammered, putting your clothes back on. “I’m sorry about… have a good day.” The surgeon was too stunned to reply anything else, especially not when you dragged Loki out with you and noticed him throw one final, menacing glare at him. You stormed out of the practice without even considering making a new appointment with the receptionist and buried your face in your hands for a moment once you were back on the busy streets of New York.

For once, the noise of the traffic and the many people calmed you down rather than angered you. You flipped around.

“Loki, how could you! He’ll never do the surgery on me now! Have you got any idea how hard is to find a good and reputable plastic surgeon? I have waited… and saved my money for this… for years! What is going on with you, you told me you supported my decision!”

“Well, I changed my mind. Or at least… I did until I realised that this man, this stranger, would put his hands on you like an uncivilised teenager.”

“He is a doctor! There was nothing even remotely sexual about this!”

“You are naïve, pet. I saw the greed in his eyes. He might be a professional but if I tied him down and threatened to cut off his fingers one by one he would admit that he enjoyed groping you in a heartbeat!”

Tears worsened your sight, transforming Loki into but one dark green spot before you.

“You don’t need surgery anyway,” he went on. “Whoever dared to convince you that your body is anything less than perfect I will gut like a fish. From the very moment I first saw you naked, I wanted to savour the image for the rest of my life and remember every inch of skin of yours that you allowed me to see. By the Norns, if we weren’t in the middle of the street right now, I would rip your clothes off of your body and fuck those pretty breasts of yours until you beg me to make you cum!”

You froze solid. He… what? Your eyes widened, both your breath and heartbeat speeding up. His words sent a treacherous wave of arousal between your legs. The fact that he was angry only fuelled the sexual tension between you even more.

“What… what are you…” You stepped closer to him with parted lips. “Loki, what… what you just said… this has always been one of my biggest fantasies and I never…” Frantically, you blinked your tears away. Loki was panting—almost as if he had to pull himself together to not fuck you in the middle of the busy street.

“I never told you because I hate my boobs so much, I thought you wouldn’t want to do something like…”

Loki cut you off with a kiss. It was greedy, demanding, with more teeth than tongue, and did not fail to leave you breathless. When he pulled away, eyeing your swollen lips, he did not utter another word. Just like that, he pulled you close, making you lose your balance. You landed in his arms and were then surrounded by a tickling green light. A split second passed—and you found yourself back in the massive lounge in Stark Tower.

“Did you just teleport us?! Seriously?! Loki, why do we bother walking anywhere if you can…”

“I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth shut for now, pet, or else I will find a way to keep it busy,” he growled.

“Brother! You have to join me in the training room! Stark instralled…” You flinched when you heard Thor’s voice thunder over to you.

“Installed, Point Break. I installed.”

“Yeah, that, he instralled…” But Loki and you had already stormed past without even acknowledging them and then, once back in your room, he locked the door behind you with magic and practically flung you on the bed.

A scream escaped your lips, along with a small giggle.

Loki made short work of your clothes. With but a single flick of his wrist, they vanished into thin air, leaving you all exposed and vulnerable before him all the while he was still fully clothed. Biting your lower lip, you pressed your legs together to relieve some of the pressure. You were soaking wet already. Fuck.

Loki approached you slowly, like a predator enjoying the hunt for his prey. He straddled you, snatching both of your wrists, and brought them up over your head. You knew without him telling you that he wanted you to keep them there unless you preferred a spanking after this.

So you did as you were told, allowing him to do with your body as he pleased and enjoying how wave after wave of pure arousal flooded your senses, your wet pussy desperately clamping around nothing. You’d give anything for his long fingers inside of you right now but Loki, so it seemed, had different plans. He had a fantasy to make true.

His smirk was downright mischievous when he unbuckled his belt and freed his growing member. Semi-hard, he gave it a few strokes and made you watch all the while his own gaze was fixed on your breasts. It was then you felt it. The desire pulsing through his veins, knocking you over like flaming hot wind. Loki did find your breasts attractive—he wasn’t just acting, he was… enamoured by them.

“Spit,” he ordered with a start. Your eyes snapped back up to him. Far from hesitation, you did as you were told, gathered some saliva in your mouth and then spat on his hard and ready member. The moan that escaped your lips when Loki squeezed your breasts and started kneading them all the while hovering above you with his length leaking pre-cum, had the God of Mischief chuckle darkly.

“So eager and wanton, my pet?”

“Loki…” His name left your lips like a prayer but he didn’t give you a chance to utter anything else, for in the next moment, he had already shoved his cock between your mounts, spread your spit among it and started fucking them languidly. Slowly, savouring every single moment, he squeezed your breasts even tighter, the slight hint of pain shooting you with yet another arrow of bliss and lust.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head even though you willed them wide open to watch the sensations Loki made you feel. He fucked your boobs with so much passion you wondered if he too had been harbouring this fantasy for a while—even more so when your eyes met and a jolt of electricity rippled through you.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. You obeyed, licking your lips in joyful anticipation. Loki changed his angle slightly when you brought your head up, resulting in the tip of his reddened cock disappearing in your awaiting mouth as he kept thrusting, spitting on your chest again for more friction.

Loki hummed. “I am going to stain those beautiful breasts with my seed, pet, every… single… inch of them.”

Your cunt was pulsing with need while you sucked him off. Bucking your hips helplessly, you exposed your neck to him, releasing him from your mouth a while later so he could stay true to his promise. You were so wet the bed sheets were drenched already beneath your bum.

At this point, you were certain that Loki would be leaving marks on your breasts. The colour the surgeon had used was smudged by now—irrelevant. You were too caught up in your pleasure and the erotic picture right before your eyes to even give that surgery another thought, even more so when Loki’s breath quickened.

You bit your lower lip so hard you almost tasted blood when he came with an animalistic grunt, his blue eyes closing for the briefest moment before focusing their gaze on your chest. Loki released your boobs so suddenly they bounced a little and then wrapped his hand around his dripping cock to aim. With one final and almost painful-looking thrust, he used string after string of his warm seed to paint your breasts. The feeling of his release on your skin almost made you cum as well.

He was panting by the time he had emptied himself all out, his hand letting go of his exhausted manhood to wrap around your throat instead. Loki kissed you hungrily, eagerly—as if he feared it might be the last time he got to do so. His other hand sneakily glided down between your legs, fingers ghosting over your clit.

“Hmm… you have made quite the mess down here, pet.”

You whined, wordlessly begging him to give you your release. Loki only chuckled.

“I believe you can wait just a little bit longer—right until you have realised that there never was a need for you to change anything about your body. Until you have realised that you have the body of a goddess, pet.”

A goddess. Fuck. Another kiss silenced your protests. Loki could be relentless. Soon enough, you would be writhing in your own sweat on this bed, begging him to let you cum. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. It was cruel—but you couldn’t wait for him to start and let that silver tongue of his dance across your clit.

And tomorrow, you’d send the surgeon an e-mail informing him you were no longer interested in breast surgery.

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rosalysaoirse · 1 year

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If you're taking prompts, I've got a jealousy prompt for you (for Lokane): “name. i love you. only you. don’t forget that”

I wasn't accepting prompts, but then I thought, I haven't written for Lokane in over year, might as well give it a try. I actually had fun. Thank you so much for the prompt!! 💙💙

Based on a WIP. This would probably take place some time after the fic would have finished, maybe. Slight angst.

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Laughter. The clinking of goblets and excited voices travelling around the large hall. A swirl of vivid colours decorate the centre; gleaming metal armours and shining silks, comingling in a dance of celebration. There’s music too; passionate beats and arousing notes. Everyone was enjoying themselves.

All but Loki. He too was attired the same, in his ceremonial armour at Thor’s behest. But he situated himself in a lone corner, staring into the crowd with a glower. More specifically at the dancing figures of his lover and the newly crowned king.

It’s loud, boisterous. It wasn’t as annoying earlier in the evening. Now it grates at him, bit by bit. The sounds, accompanied by the tapping of shoes on the polished floor, and Jane, smiling at Thor, laughing at something he said. He thinks his teeth might break with the force he’s clenching his jaw.

The song ends, and they part, Jane disappearing in the crowd with her small stature while Thor stands there an imposing figure. Loki glares at the back of his head.

It seems silly, being jealous of such a thing. They were just dancing. But a small part of him, that he never quite managed to subdue, reminds him that they used to be together. He thought that he was over it, but sometimes he fears his fancies and fantasies would remain just that and she’d leave him.

(You’re brooding, she’d say. He’d deflect with a quip.)

“I wondered where you were. What are you doing here?” Ah, there she is.

“I was counting how many goblets of mead Thor has drunk.” He doesn’t look at her yet, though he feels her come to hover at his left side. He folds his hands behind his back, repressing the urge to touch her.

Jane hums, clearly unbelieving, but Loki is a little angered. At her, himself… the doubts festering into a tight coil of despair. Why does he spiral into this misery?

“Loki.” That tone. Knowing. It vexes him. He can’t hide anything from her; the phantom specks of Aether still interwoven in her essence. “Would you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Nothing. I just don’t want to deal with a drunken Thor.”

She moves to stand before him and he can’t avoid looking at her anymore. “And that’s why you’re brooding here?” She says with a little grin and he sighs. She grabs his hands, prying them apart and wraps them around her waist. “Why don’t you dance with me instead of sulking?”

“I’m not sulking.”

She tilts her head closer. “So you weren’t jealous?”

“No.”

He’s looking over her shoulder, but sees her frown in his peripheral. She cups his neck, her thumbs on his jawline, making him face her properly.

“Hey, what happened?”

His lips press into a thin line. He looks at her, ready to deny, but the worry in her eyes halts him. He steels himself, even as his ears turn hot.

“You were dancing with him.” She shakes her head imperceptibly, confused. “And talking to him. And laughing. You were together once.”

“And you think I could leave you for him?”

He stays silent, unwilling to lend actual words to his doubts.

“Damn, Loki. Look at me.” He looks. There’s a subtle flame in her eyes now. One that he could never sway from. It fuels her resolve, anchoring him. “I love you. Only you. Don’t forget that.”

And he breathes. It’s like… like he just needed to hear that. To brush away baseless worries and phantom fears.

(Sometimes celestial bodies encounter other objects. But orbits remain, gravity inevitable.)

She presses herself to him, face buried against his chest. His arms tighten around her; he finally lets himself feel her. They stand like that for a moment, hidden behind the golden pillars, ignoring the celebrations, the music, everything else.

Then she slowly pulls away, the smile returning to her face. “Now will you dance with me?” She asks, already tugging at his hands, dragging him with her. He follows, suddenly excited.

He takes her hands in his, the rhythm of the current song guiding him along. Bright eyes, hair half-up, flowing emerald green skirts and a radiant smile adorning her face – she is exactly how he’d imagined she’d be on his arm. She laughs as he spins her, her dress blooming around her figure like an exuberant flower. A matching smile appears on his face. He should’ve just done this from the start.

But no matter. He has all night with her.

#lokane #lokane fic #loki x jane foster #my fics

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inspiringraisin · 1 year

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The Missed Potential of Luka (and why he's the best character in Bayonetta 3)

So I finished playing Bayonetta 3 last night as of writing this post, right? I’m not going to go into specifics about the plot, but I was spoiled early on about Viola. It didn’t ruin the story for me–I actually enjoyed it a lot more knowing who she was. I didn’t really care about Dr. Sigird or Singularity. While they’re not dealbreakers (RIP Jeanne), I was more here for the characters and their emotional journeys.

This isn’t about Viola.

This is about Luka.

Luka is, unironically, my favourite Bayonetta character. I fell in love with him the first time in Bayonetta 1, liked him in Bayonetta 2, and then fell in love again during Bayonetta 3. I was shocked at how much development he got, because he actually felt like a somewhat active participant in that story, rather than a tacked on nobody in the second who is just there because he’s supposed to.

Luka as a fae king, Lukaron? Love it. Evil Adam? Sure, why not? Big puppy? Instantly love it. Someone please give him some Excedrin wrapped in cheese, please.

Anyway, to me, it felt like he didn’t do much in Bayonetta 2. Besides giving some lore dumps, the pages scattered about, and dragging Loki up to the mountain, he wasn’t that involved in the overarching story. I can’t say the same for Bayonetta 1, and especially Bayonetta 3.

In Bayonetta 1, he was trying to find the murderer of his father, and that was resolved in that game. It’s a bit of a shame it never came up again, but it doesn’t really need to. He was someone that knew a few answers to Bayonetta’s questions, but not all of them. I liked them working together. Didn’t love him staring at her boobs near the end, but it never really came up again, so I’m chalking it up as a dubious writing choice before Bayonetta really took off.

Bayonetta 3, though? He got so much more interesting development and involvement with the plot? I was so on board with his stained-glass-Catholic-beastmode-werewolf worm, Stryder. When we found out about that in the Ancient Egypt level, I was so on board, and it tied into Viola’s pixie powers. Ya’ll, I was screaming, crying, throwing up when he said he’d always love Viola and Bayonetta. It made me hella emotional.

An aside, but I wished Bayonetta had some Lumen Sage powers from Baldur, so this was the closest thing to that for me. To me it makes sense Viola would have bits of both powers, as she seems she doesn’t have complete Umbra Witch powers, as she can’t summon/doesn’t want to/doesn’t need to summon Cheshire with her hair.

Relating to Luka’s character development is the discourse surrounding the ending. Comphet was thrown around a lot. Compulsory Heterosexuality, also known as ‘comphet’, is the assumption that everyone is born straight, or should be straight. I can understand being disappointed by the ending, but I didn’t find it to be comphet.

If you factor in the development Luka and Bayonetta have in Bayonetta 1 and 2 (irregardless if those games actually happened in Bayonetta 3 before the fact), they’ve known each other for a long time and care about each other. I was so into Bayonetta trying to save Luka at the end of Bayonetta 3 and turning him back from Stryder, AND the fact he does help you in the final boss. That is personally how I read Bayonetta 3 because I played the previous 2 games.

I would consider BayoLuka to be comphet if they had no development or chemistry whats-so–ever. But they do. Luka literally went to hell with Bayonetta at the end of Bayonetta 3 because she died. It wasn’t like they were forced together at the end to make it a happy ending. I thought she was going to be forced into a relationship with him to make sure Viola exists in the future, that’s how bad I assumed the ‘comphet’ to be. It wasn’t.

THIS IS ALSO IGNORING THE FACT HE LOVES VIOLA! YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE’D LOVE HIS DAUGHTER SO MUCH!!! The fact that he went after Viola first before Bayonetta at the end, possibly at the extent of Bayonetta’s life? Divine. I was hooting and hollering in delight watching him struggle to decide before he made his decision to save Viola. It was delightfully bittersweet and angsty. Incredible. While I’m normally not a fan of hamfisting established characters' children into media, I thought Viola was handled well. I loved her.

Like, I dunno. You can be disappointed BayoJeanne isn’t canon, but you can’t ignore Bayonetta and Luka have and had have chemistry. No one (at least, recently that I have found) bats an eyelash about Link and Zelda (and Ganon) being linked to each other by fate with the number of people that ship Link and Zelda. It just feels hypocritical in this sense with the themes of family and motherhood/fatherhood in the three Bayonetta games.

TO BE FAIR, I will admit the sudden development between them was a bit jarring, but I was into it. Again, I somewhat blame him being sidelined a bit in Bayonetta 2 overall, but I enjoyed he and Bayonetta were already familiar with each other in 3. Maybe it would have been better to see more development of them before the story took place, or in a different universe (i.e. Viola’s parents), but it’s not overly relevant.

I was scrolling the Bayonetta AO3 page and found most people shipped BayoJeanne, but found very few recent fics about Luka. Hell, I made a Luka & Viola tag. There was none! At least, maybe there were so few fics it didn’t add the tag yet.

Regardless, to me the fandom hates and is scared of Luka for basically no reason. I like Jeanne a lot, too, and she has chemistry, but crying comphet erases bisexual/pansexual people. Let alone the fact Bayonetta has 2 hands, and can love both Jeanne and Luka. I’m not sure fully where it comes from, but I am not going to let my boy be slandered on my watch. You don't think he's eating her out in hell in between being tortured? Please

TDLR: Read my fic about Luka and Viola please

#bayonetta #bayonetta 3 #bayonetta spoilers #blue's writing #essay #luka redgrave

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fanficshiddles · 5 months

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 9

For the duration of the week, Loki felt concerned about the twins after seeing them with Chris. It niggled at him almost constantly. The only time he didn’t really think about them was when he was with Claire. He had her take over some of the lessons quite a bit that week, partly so he could just enjoy watching her.

Having her scarf at home really helped him to adjust being around her scent, he didn’t rely on the vaseline quite as much as he had at the start. Though he was slightly ashamed to say that he even slept with the scarf next to him on his pillow, it seemed to calm him. He found he had the best sleeps he’d ever had with her scent nearby.

The whole issue with Claire using his gloves to masturbate with, of course, still remained high in his thoughts. So much so he decided to test something out one morning…

He arrived to the school wearing the gloves, making sure to keep them on as he went to his classroom. He deliberately arrived a little late, knowing that she would be there already setting up. When he walked in, he greeted her with a charming smile as always and she greeted him back.

However, he noticed her eyes were drawn instantly to his hands. He could’ve sworn that he spotted her cheeks turn a bit pinker before she turned away from him and began busying herself with writing up today’s work on the chalkboard.

With a big smirk on his face, he went to his desk to get sorted. He removed his gloves and tucked them into his jacket pocket, draping it over the back of his chair.

‘How’s Bat?’ Claire asked, eventually turning around to face him, her cheeks back to normal.

‘Asking after the cat before me? How charming.’ Loki chuckled.

‘Of course. She is the boss after all, isn’t she?’ Claire grinned.

Loki grinned back at her. ‘She is indeed. She’s good, apart from having an utter mad moment this morning at three am. Yelling and skidding around the floor, before ending it by jumping onto the bed and attacking my feet.’

Claire laughed. ‘Brilliant. I love hearing about Bat’s adventures.’

‘How would you like to see the star herself again this weekend?’ Loki offered.

Claire raised her eyebrow and her heartbeat quickened a little. ‘Oh? What’s the occasion?’

‘It’s my dad’s birthday on Saturday, I’m hosting a mini party. The rest of the teachers are invited, some of dad’s friends and colleagues from the hospital will be there, too.’

‘Are you sure I wouldn’t be intruding?’

‘Of course not. My dad’s been wanting to meet you, actually.’ Loki smiled.

‘Really? You’ve told him about me?’ She raised an eyebrow at him.

‘Of course. You’re my perfect assistant, plus he was delighted to hear that you knew about him and his work. Any chance to talk about that, he will lap it up.’

‘Well, if you’re sure, I’d love to come.’ Claire said excitedly.

‘Excellent.’ Loki grinned.

Saturday rolled round and Loki had everything prepared at his place for his dad’s party. He had the double doors open from the kitchen out into the back garden patio, where he had a fire pit blazing to keep everyone warm. As there was going to be too many people to have everyone inside the kitchen comfortably. He had plenty of alcoholic drinks laid out ready on the counter inside, along with a huge spread of food on the dining table.

Claire, Jessica, Michael and David all arrived together first after sharing a taxi. Hannibal and Matt were not long after. Severus didn’t want to go, as expected and Jeremy couldn’t make it. Then some colleagues and friends of Lucius arrived.

‘I should have known I’d find you with Bat.’ Loki grinned at Claire when he found her crouched down in the corner of the kitchen, petting Bat.

‘Of course. If I go missing, just look for Bat.’ She grinned back at him. ‘When is your dad arriving?’

‘Any minute now.’ Loki said excitedly.

‘Does he know about the party?’ Claire asked as she continued stroking Bat.

‘Nope, he thinks he’s just coming round for dinner.’ Loki grinned.

‘I hope he likes surprises, then?’ Claire laughed.

‘He does, nice surprises anyway.’ Loki chuckled.

Michael stood at the window, keeping an eye out, he spotted Lucius coming down the road so called at everyone to hide while Loki went to the door to let him in. Of course, as soon as Lucius stepped inside, he could smell everyone there, but it was still a lovely surprise.

When Lucius walked through to the kitchen everyone threw their hands up and shouted surprise!

‘I should have known you were up to something, Loki.’ Lucius laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

‘Did you really think I’d let your fiftieth birthday pass by without a party?’ Loki smirked.

‘True.’ Lucius laughed. ‘Thank you all for being here.’ He said as he looked around everyone.

Everyone began to mingle, Loki dragged Lucius over to meet Claire straight away, since she was the only person there that he didn’t know yet.

‘Dad, this is Claire, my assistant that I’ve told you about.’ Loki introduced, he wasn’t sure why he felt really happy about them finally meeting.

‘Ah, lovely to meet you. Loki has told me all about you.’ Lucius took her hand in his and briefly kissed the back of her hand before letting go.

‘So good to meet you. Happy Birthday!’ Claire smiled widely.

‘Thank you. Tell me, how are you finding working with my son? I hope he’s not too demanding.’ Lucius chuckled.

‘Oh he’s ruthless, makes me do all the work, I never get to rest. Beats me black and blue daily too, just the worst boss ever.’ Claire teased.

Loki mocked a gasp and put his hand over his heart. ‘I let you have that one hour off the other day!’

The three of them laughed, then Lucius had to go mingle with others but he made sure to talk to Claire plenty too, she had so many questions about him starting up the hospital and the school and Lucius loved talking about his work, even if he couldn’t tell her the full truth about it all.

Everyone had a good time, eating and drinking while mingling. Lucius, Loki, Claire and a few of the others were outside by the firepit.

'Then he realised that the only way to get' Lucius suddenly paused mid-sentence.

He turned around and spotted a shadowed figure in the dark. Claire felt shivers run down her spine as she followed Lucius’ gaze. Then the figure stepped forward out of the darkness, it was Chris. He had the typical smirk on his face as he walked over to them.

‘My invite to my own dad’s birthday party must have gotten lost in the post, hmm?’ He glanced to Loki, then looked back at Lucius. ‘Happy Birthday, dad.’ He handed him over a giftbag.

‘Thank you, Chris. It’s good to see you, son.’ Lucius gave Chris a squeeze on the shoulder, then he looked at Loki, who was close to combusting on the spot.

Lucius stepped closer to Loki. ‘Let’s try and get along just for one night, hmm? Please?’

Loki tore his eyes away from Chris and looked at his dad, his gaze softened and his shoulders sagged very slightly as he nodded in agreement.

Claire felt a little awkward but luckily Jessica came over and dragged her away.

‘If you try anything funny tonight, you’re out of here. Just because dad thinks there’s still good in you, doesn’t mean I think so too.’ Loki snarled quietly at Chris when Lucius went off to talk to one of his colleagues.

Chris put his hands up in defence. ‘No funny business from me.’

Loki really wasn’t happy having Chris in his home, especially uninvited, but he would deal with it for one night for his dads’ sake. He knew that Lucius still loved him, that he felt partly to blame for the way Chris ended up.

So, Loki gritted his teeth and bared it, inviting him inside to get a drink and food.

Claire had been petting Bat again inside, but when Chris and Loki walked into the kitchen, Bat went running over to Chris and started purring around his legs. Chris chuckled and crouched down to give her a scratch.

‘Can’t believe you’ve still got this little runt.’ He sounded surprised.

‘Of course, I do.’ Loki said in response.

‘I remember the day I found her as if it was yesterday. She must be what, fifteen now?’ Chris stood up and Bat wandered off to look for her next victim to coax affection from.

‘Fifteen and a half.’ Loki said dryly as he sipped his drink, eyes locked on Chris to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything.

‘You found her?’ Claire asked Chris.

Chris grinned. ‘I did. Tiny abandoned kitten at the riverside, in a box. She was around six weeks old, completely helpless. I’ve never been a huge cat fan, but I knew Loki was. I got her seen by a vet, got some supplies and a little ribbon for her neck, then gifted her to him for his birthday the following week.’

Claire wasn’t sure why she found herself so surprised at hearing that. With their relationship currently, it was really hard to imagine.

Loki was reluctantly dragged away as a few of Lucius’ older friends wanted to find out all about how Loki was getting on with teaching.

‘Did you name her or did Loki?’ Claire asked Chris as she went to get some food from the table, Chris followed her over.

‘Loki did. I would have picked a more sophisticated name, obviously.’

‘Bat’s a cute name, she suits it.’ Claire shrugged and did her best to keep a little distance from him as she kept moving along the table, piling stuff onto her plate, but he ended up crowding her at the end of the table.

‘Not as cute as you are.’ He teased, leaning in close so she could feel his breath against her neck.

Her cheeks turned a little red as a bad shiver ran down her spine. She didn’t know how to respond to that, but she managed to back away a little and held her plate up on front of her, so she had something between them.

‘I need to speak to Matt about something. Catch you later.’ She said quickly and began walking away from him.

‘Not if I catch you first.’ Chris growled low, but Claire heard what he said.

She made a beeline for Matt and Hannibal who were sitting just outside near the fire pit.

‘What’s Chris doing here?’ Hannibal asked her.

‘Not really sure, I know he wasn’t invited and Loki isn’t happy at all, but he’s putting on a happy face for his dad’s sake.’ Claire said quietly.

‘Yeah, Loki looks like he wants to deck him.’ Matt said while looking at Loki, who stood just inside the kitchen speaking with a few people, but his focus wasn’t entirely on them as he just glared over at Chris, who spoke to Jessica and Michael.

‘They weren’t always like this.’ Lucius sighed sadly as he had overheard the three talking when he went to join them.

‘No?’ Claire asked.

‘No. Loki adored Chris when he was a baby, right up into his teens. He looked up to him. And while Chris didn’t like to admit it, he always had a soft spot for his younger brother.’

Claire smiled, but then it fell. She couldn’t imagine the two being that close, considering how they acted now. ‘What happened that tore them apart so much?’ She asked.

‘That’s not my story to tell, I’m afraid. Though even I don’t agree with some things Chris does, he’s still my son.’

Claire looked back over at Loki, then at Chris. What on earth drove them apart so much?

‘I’m surprised they can be civil enough at work.’ Hannibal commented.

‘They both like their job too much to let it effect that.’ Lucius said.

To everyone’s surprise, Chris managed to behave himself for the duration of the party. Claire made sure to stay away from him unless with someone else. She found herself sticking close by Loki for the night, especially when she began feeling tipsy from the wine.

When people began to leave later into the night, Loki noticed Chris hovering, often looking at Claire. Which of course worried Loki.

‘Is there a chance any of you can get Chris to leave with you? I’m getting worried with the way he’s hovering around and trying to get Claire on her own.’ Loki said quietly to Jessica, Matt and David.

‘I'm just leaving, leave it to me.’ Jessica patted Loki on the shoulder.

Jessica headed over to Chris. ‘Hey Mr, be a gentleman and walk a lonely woman home, will you?’

Chris rolled his eyes but to Loki’s relief, he obliged to walk her home. He said bye to Lucius before heading out, he tried to speak to Claire, but Loki managed to get her away from him in time. As soon as Chris left, Loki visibly relaxed.

‘He really gets under your skin, doesn’t he?’ Claire asked Loki softly.

‘He does, but I had to let him stay, for dad’s sake.’ Loki sighed.

‘Well, I’d say that definitely makes you the better man, putting issues aside for the happiness of your dad.’ Claire smiled at him and put her hand on his arm, squeezing.

Loki swallowed hard at her contact, god he wanted more of her. He was so relieved that he managed to control himself better around her now, though he still found it challenging.

‘Thanks, Claire. I must say, having you here too has made this all the better.’ Loki admitted.

Claire felt her cheeks heat up at his comment.

‘Well son, thank you so much for this party. It's been really wonderful.’ Lucius interrupted.

‘You’re welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed it and that everyone managed to keep it a secret.’ Loki grinned as he gave his dad a big hug.

‘Lovely to meet you, Claire. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.’ Lucius said warmly to her.

‘You too.’ She smiled at him.

Loki walked with his dad to the front door. ‘She’s lovely, Loki. I can see why she’s your soulmate. I wouldn’t worry too much about Chris, I’m sure he’s only toying with you.’

‘I’m not so sure about that.’ Loki grumbled.

Lucius squeezed Loki’s shoulder before heading out. When Loki went back to the kitchen, he realised it was just Claire left. She had started tidying up.

‘You don’t need to do that.’ Loki said as he rushed to take the plates from her.

‘It’s ok, I want to help. Can’t leave you with all of this mess since everyone else has buggered off.’ She laughed.

Loki’s heart melted completely.

‘Well, on one condition.’ Loki said firmly.

‘What’s that?’

‘You let me walk you home afterwards, since it’s so late.’

‘Ok, deal.’ Claire nodded.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #david tennant #loki fic #lucius #chris motionless #jessica chastain #hannibal #matt murdock #the redbridge hunts

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katiedido2 · 1 year

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Star Watching

So I seem to be inspired to write after I read anything by @willow-salix. I hope you enjoy this snippet of life on Tracy Island with smol kiddos.

John saw Selene having fun with a nephew and wanted his turn.

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The little boy made his way into the lounge on silent, socked feet. He spied his uncle and aunt comfortably snuggled on one of the sofas. He smiled. Daddy had told him it was a clear night and the stars would be easily seen from the lounge's balcony. He looked back to see if either of his parents had noticed he wasn’t asleep. He didn’t see them and, listening intently, didn’t hear them either. Likely, they were involved in getting his older brothers ready for bed. Good. He wanted to stargaze with his uncle by himself. Kip was too restless to sit still, and Alex insisted on bringing paper and crayons to draw with and then bemoaning it was too dark to see the paper. He shook his small head. He loved his brothers fiercely, but sometimes he needed quiet time to just stare at the night sky and think. He knew he’d be able to do that with his Uncle John.

Selene was the first to become aware of the small boy’s presence in the room. She nudged John and whispered, “Ginger, three o’clock.”

John glanced at his wife and subtly peeked over the tip of his tablet. A small, red-headed five-year-old stood huddled next to the side table at the edge of the room. “Three o’clock is the balcony, my love. The ginger is at eleven o’clock.” Selene rolled her eyes.

“Should we acknowledge him?”

John thought for a second. “No. Let’s see what he does.” She nodded, and they returned to their reading, though John kept half an eye on his nephew.

Virgil and Rebecca had three boys. Their eldest, Kip, with his curly black hair and soulful brown eyes, was his father in miniature. Great-grandma Sally gleefully produced baby and childhood photos to confirm it. Alex had been born with his mother’s blond hair and blue eyes. However, by his third birthday, his hair darkened and his resemblance to his Uncle Scott was uncanny. But the resemblance to father and uncle, respectively, was only physical. Kip had inherited his uncle’s Yolo adventurousness and Alex, his father’s cautious, methodical, compassionate soul. They couldn’t have been more different, yet they were inseparable, with Kip dreaming up grand adventures and Alex working out the logistics to make them happen. One was off in the clouds, and the other was calmly grounded. Their mother called them Earth and Sky. Their little brother, however, was of a reserved disposition.

Virgil’s youngest was a quiet child who enjoyed his own company. A precocious child, he had learned to read at three and proved to be a piano prodigy, like his mother. But space fascinated him, and he loved looking at the night sky. He eagerly absorbed Granpa Jeff’s and his astronaut uncles’ stories about the stars, the solar system and their adventures in space. The ginger hair had been a surprise at first, but since she seemed to be replicating Jeff’s sons, Rebecca had chuckled and said the baby should be called John. Virgil had immediately agreed but asked if they could call him Jack. And Jack Tracy he was.

(When later asked by an eager great-grandmother if there would be more babies, Rebecca had kindly and firmly said no. Since she had reproduced Scott, Virgil and John, then next would surely be a Gordon, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be the one to unleash another Loki-like ray of sunshine on the world. She would leave that honour to Scott or Gordon. Thus far, the two men - and their wives - had produced smart, happy boys who had taken after their mothers.)

Now that he was aware of the small boy’s presence, John was hyper-aware of his movements. He heard small feet quietly, carefully pad down the steps into the sunken lounge and was not surprised to find bright turquoise eyes looking intently at him when he glanced up from his tablet a moment later.

“Hello, Jack.”

“Hi, Uncle Jay.” Jack looked very serious. John hid a smile.

“How may I help you?”

Small ginger eyebrows rose. “Star watch?”

It was Selene’s turn to hide a smile. Jack was as obsessed with space and the night sky as Kip was with flying and Thunderbird One. John smiled at his namesake, set aside his tablet and rose, taking a small hand in his.

“Okay. But do your parents know you’re here?” Jack shook his head. “Well, we’ll have to let them know before we go outside.”

Small shoulders slumped. “They’ll say no.”

“How do you know?”

“Mummy said no, 'cause it was my bedtime.” A pout was added to his downcast expression. John’s lips twitched.

“I’ll ask, and maybe she’ll say yes. Okay?” Jack looked dubious but nodded his head in agreement.

John touched his comms. “Rebecca?”

“Yes, John?” Rebecca’s normally crisp British accent sounded worn and tired. He could hear Virgil talking to the twins in the background.

“It’s a beautifully clear night, and I was thinking of taking Jack outside to star watch.”

“I’m sorry, John, but Jack’s sleep.”

John looked at his nephew. “No, he’s here with me.”

“He’s what?!” Jack huddled closer to his uncle. John could almost see Rebecca’s eyebrows raised in surprise. To the surprise of both gingers, she chuckled. Sighing, she said, “Okay. But only for a half hour, Jack. You’re so cranky if you don’t get enough rest.”

Jack nodded as if his mother could see him. “K, mummy.”

“You two have fun.”

“Thanks, Becca. We will.” John smiled at Jack, scooped him up in his arms and spun him around, the boy's giggle tickling his soul. Smiling, the two headed outside. Selene dimmed the room’s lights and went to the kitchen to make cocoa for the stargazers.

John set Jack on his feet. “Crisscross applesauce?” John nodded and sat with his legs crossed. He patted his thigh, and the little boy settled into what he called his ‘Uncle Jay chair’, reclining against John’s chest, his head neatly tucked under John’s chin.

“What do you recognise from the last time?”

Small fingers pointed to tiny pricks of light in the night sky, confidently naming the stars his uncle had taught him. “That’s Altair…and Vega…and Deneb. They’re the Summer Triangle.”

“Very good.” John pressed a kiss on the little boy’s head, momentarily overwhelmed by how much he loved this small person.

When Virgil and Rebecca learned that it would be unlikely for John and Selene to have children following her accident, they had, in unison, asked the couple to be Jack’s godparents. Since they weren’t a religious family, John had asked what role they were meant to play as godparents. “Love him,” had been Virgil’s response. “Love and care for him if we’re unable to.” And John did. That surprised him the most - how much he loved this child. And his logical mind couldn’t find a reason to help him understand why he loved Jack as much as he did. Why he loved him more than his other nephews. Was it their shared love of the stars and space? Was it because they were both third-born? Was it because they were both quiet and preferred solitary activities? Was it because they were gingers? Was it the way he seemed to trust John implicitly?

John had discussed it with Selene, and she had suggested that he was overthinking it. “There doesn’t have to be a single reason you love Jack. You love him because he’s him.”

“But why do I love him more than the others?”

“Maybe he fills that part of you that longed for a child of our own?”

“Sele-”

“We opened our hearts to the possibility of a child, and it was taken from us.” She wrapped her arms around him. “We’ve accepted we’re a family of two, but that doesn’t mean your heart has completely healed.” She shrugged and looked at him. “Maybe Jack fills the space that was left? ”

“Maybe.” John had kissed his wife, grateful as always that they had found each other.

“Uncle Jay?” The small voice brought him back to the present.

“Yes, Jack?”

“Should I show you the others I remember?”

John hugged the small boy. “Yes, show me what you remember.”

As if sensing his uncle’s disquiet, Jack twisted in John’s lap and kissed him on the cheek. He resettled himself, and clutching one hand in his small one, he pointed out the other stars he remembered. Wrapping an arm around the boy in his lap, John kissed the top of his head as tears filled his eyes. He swallowed, trying to keep them from falling. Selene approached and sat next to him. She set a tray with three cups of cocoa on the ground and looked at her husband.

“Are you okay?”

John nodded, feeling silly for being so emotional. He shifted a little to wrap an arm around his wife. He held both of them close to him.

“John?”

“Uncle Jay?”

John sniffled, kissed Selene and kissed Jack’s temple. “I’m good. I’m better than good. I’m perfect.” Selene wiped away a rogue tear on his cheek. “Jack, do you see that winking star over there?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s named after your grandmother. Let me tell you all about it.”

-fin-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #john tracy #Stargazing #Uncle and nephew time #Gingers unite!

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1) Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Pulling the Strings

(Y/N) lay in her cell. She could see and hear the noises of the scientists working away but couldn’t focus on it. All she felt was pain. Loki’s warning about the spell he’d put on her was completely true; the farther he was from her, the weaker and more in pain she was. (Y/N) wanted to get up and figure out what was being built, but she couldn’t.

All of sudden, she could see space and dozens of asteroids around her. A strange alien was standing before her. She wanted to turn and look around, but she couldn’t move. There seemed to be no body holding her; there was only her vision intact.

“The Chitauri grow restless,” said the creature.

“Let them gird themselves,” said Loki. He was wearing a full set of golden armor, complete with a helmet with curving horns. He held a staff in his hands with the same glowing blue jewel at the top. It seemed to be a transformed version of his scepter. “I will lead them in the glorious battle.”

This version of Loki seems much more healthy, more alive. His eyes also seem to be greener than they were when I saw them, thought (Y/N), Something’s going on. Does he take orders from these people or have a deal with them?

“Battle?” questioned the creature. “Against the meager might of Earth?”

“Glorious, not length,” replied Loki with a smirk. “If…your force is as formidable as you claim.”

“You question us?” hissed the alien. “You question him?” He placed a hand against the rock wall beside them. “He who put the scepter in your hand? Who gave you ancient knowledge and new purpose when you were cast out, defeated?”

So, someone else is pulling the strings. At least partly. (Y/N) watched the interactions carefully. She observed Loki’s face. There was a twinge of disgust in it. Was it from the ugly creature? Was it from mention of the man? Was it from the reminder he was not in charge and was an outcast? (Y/N) couldn’t tell. For all she knew, it could be all of those.

“I was a king!” snarled Loki. “The rightful king of Asgard, betrayed.”

“Your ambition is little and born of childish need,” said the creature, “We look beyond Earth to the greater worlds the Tesseract will unveil.”

“You don’t have the Tesseract yet,” reminded Loki slyly, enjoying having this bit of leverage. That look of enjoyment passed when the creature moved unnaturally quickly and appeared in front of him, hand raised. “I don’t threaten,” said Loki, a warning look on his face. He leaned the staff, with its pointed end, towards the alien’s forehead. “But until I open the doors, until your force is mine to command, you are but words.”

“You will have your war, Asgardian.” The creature moved closer, circling Loki. “If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he cannot find you.”

(Y/N) watched as Loki’s eyes softened with a tiny twinge of fear.

“You think you know pain?” hissed the creature. “He will make you long for something sweet as pain.” The alien grabbed Loki’s face threateningly.

(Y/N) was back in her cell. The world around her was blurred, and the sounds around her seemed to echo from far away. The pain was once again at the forefront of her thoughts. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in Loki’s mind. He was clearly afraid and had been through quite a lot of pain before coming to Earth. Then there were his eyes, blue in the real world, yet his projection through space had green. And the blue was similar to his brainwashed subject’s shade, though more faded. Was this all his will? Or was someone pulling the strings completely? Was Loki just another puppet? (Y/N) couldn’t decide, nor did she quite have the ability to at present with the agony coursing through her.

After what seemed like hours, the pain started to subside gradually. Finally, it released her from its grasp right before the cell door opened and Loki stepped through. She watched as he motioned for an armed guard to carry in a plate of food and a bottle of water. It was placed in front of her before the man retreated to outside the cell. (Y/N) managed to push herself up so she was sitting on the bench. She stared at the meal.

“Eat,” said Loki.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

Loki sighed. “It's safe.”

“And why would I trust the word of my kidnapper?” questioned (Y/N).

“Because if you do not, you will slowly starve yourself,” said Loki.

(Y/N) wanted to resist, but she hadn’t eaten in over a day, and after the bout of agony she’d been put through, she needed her strength. Begrudgingly, she picked up the platter and ate.

“What is your name?” asked Loki, watching her intently.

“You already know it from someone out there,” replied (Y/N). She wasn’t an idiot.

Loki smirked, pleased with having someone to match wits with. “Very well, (Y/N), let us move on to the more pressing question at hand. What are you?”

(Y/N) paused and furrowed her brow. “What?”

“You resisted the scepter’s power. You are undoubtedly an oddity,” said Loki. “Are you one of the poor humans that experiments with all manners of things that should not be tampered with? Is that what made you what you are?”

“I am no experiment,” said (Y/N). That wasn’t a lie.

Loki scrutinized her. “You seem to be truthful.”

“The only liar in the room is you,” quipped (Y/N).

“Oh?” Loki raised an eyebrow and leaned in, smirking. “Tell me, is that from my reputation as the God of Lies? An elementary deduction.”

“No.” (Y/N) was feeling bold. “It’s from that little discussion with the six-fingered creature.”

Loki’s face turned serious. He stormed up to her, knocking the meal to the floor in anger. “What?” he hissed.

(Y/N) swallowed nervously but looked into his eyes calmly.

“How did you see that?” he growled. Silence. “Answer!” He grabbed her throat.

“I was laying here in pain, which is your fault, and then I was there, watching,” spat (Y/N), “Now get away from me!”

Loki stepped back with wide eyes, glancing down at his hand as if shocked he had grabbed her so forcefully. It passed after a second, however, and Loki chuckled slightly. “My, my, you are a strange one, dear. You claim to be an average mortal, and yet, not only does your mind resist the scepter, your consciousness travels through space.” He looked down at her. “What else can you do, mortal?” mused Loki.

(Y/N) was no fool. She knew whatever had happened when the Tesseract exploded, that was the cause. She had been too close, the power was too concentrated, and somehow, its energy bonded with her. But (Y/N) wouldn’t say that to Loki.

“I suppose we shall find out in time. Perhaps you will free others from the scepters control. Perhaps you will continue to travel through space. I do hope I get to see,” said Loki.

Why would someone who relishes control wonder if I could free others? It seems quite pointed, almost as if he’s trying to ask for help. He really isn’t in control, is he…

Loki looked around and saw the meal on the floor. A slight twitch in the corners of his mouth hinted at a frown. “Come.”

“What?” asked (Y/N).

“You did not finish this meal. We shall get you more,” said Loki.

“I’m coming, too?” questioned (Y/N), surprised. She was expecting Loki to just leave her in pain while someone prepared food and return so she’d have the strength to eat.

“Must I repeat myself? Come along,” said Loki.

(Y/N) stood, swaying slightly on her unsteady feet. Loki reached out for a moment and steadied her before drawing his hand back like he’d been burnt. She decided not to mention it. There was clearly a war inside Loki, a battle to decide who was in control of him. On one side, there was Loki himself, with green eyes. On the other side…(Y/N) had no idea, but it seemed to be an exaggeratedly cruel version of Loki, possibly because of the scepter. (Y/N) would have to run tests to find out, so all she had was conjecture currently. Unfortunately, (Y/N) had a feeling that things were only going to get more complicated.

Loki watched her carefully. She was an interesting mortal. Clearly, she had abilities she had no control over. If she learned to use them, she would prove useful to Loki. She could help him shake off the scepter’s control. He loved the power it gave him, yes, but the cost of his mind and control over himself was unpleasant. Loki loved control and power. And at its core, that love came from constantly being subjected to other’s leadership and wishes. Second to Thor, under Odin’s control, learning he was just another relic to hold a truce with the Jotuns…all of these facts caused him to yearn for proper control over his life. That started with control of his mind and body. The scepter twisted his mind, causing him to act on tiny whims as it increased the strength of feelings tenfold. Loki wanted to be king because he was prince? Suddenly he was making deals with dangerous individuals. Loki wanted to keep that girl near because she had strange powers? He willingly placed a painful spell on her. Loki wanted to see if the girl had any idea how she used her abilities? He was choking her for answers. Loki’s eyes hardened. He wanted to rid himself of the control the scepter held over him. Then, he could rule as he wished. Perfectly in control, in every way.

#portal to my heart #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki #loki x reader #mcu fic #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel

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A wolf in sheep's clothing

I feel so bad for the asker on Ao3 lol. This one took me so fuckin' long to settle on an idea for, and on top of that, I struggled to write Akechi for some reason?? I dunno why, but he feels iffy here, as does Akira, but I need this little beastie out of my to-do's lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!

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CW: Very mild. It's mostly just spanking. Semi-public if you squint, as well as dubcon, but I just let this be a simple tease rather than a whole thing.

Being who he was, Goro Akechi was essentially the king of the metaverse. Soaked deep into the collective consciousness of the public, he could reach the devil for tea, and with the experience he had in palaces, helping with Sae’s casino was a cake walk. Even if he was limited to solely using Robinhood so as to not give himself away.

So, something as simple as breaking in after an expedition onto the game floor with the phantom thieves was meant to be quick, efficient, and utterly safe.

Yet...Loki still whispered in the back of his mind, “Maybe stick to robinhood. Kurusu seems like the type to explore on his own as well, and we wouldn’t want him of all people catching you.” “What would that do, though? I have a mask that hides my entire face in my other costume. All he’d see is a weird bird looking thing.” Akechi snorted, even as he worked his way through the more industrial-looking, less populated corridors of the palace. Not bothering keeping an eye out for shadows as he went. “Because I asked nicely. Just for the attitude, even if you DO try to call on me, I’m not coming out.” The bull huffed, and while Akechi was at least 60% sure his persona couldn’t disobey a summon, the petty threat still got his scarlet eyes to roll.

Loki was a bit favored, the brunette didn’t need to be the second coming of the detective prince to know that he preferred a persona more aligned with his true intentions and work than a sterile, goody-goody version. So, he could also admit to himself that his slight favoritism may have spoiled the demonic bull a tad. Leading to his ungodly annoying streaks.

But, regardless of Loki’s snobby power plays, or whatever weird bullshit was putting the monster on edge, Akechi did as he was told and kept to his princely, white-and-red costume with the embarrassingly long-nosed mask while he was studying the layout of Sae’s warped area.

The main floors had instantly been off of the table since he’d scoped the place out the first time. Simply too crowded and normal for him to be able to sneak away from the thieves if needbe, even with the distracting dance of lights and cacophony of sounds. So, that left the detective with the less guest-facing areas if he wanted any potential escape routes or stealth openings.

So, he took his time in his recon. Taking long moments to study any possible network of ventsilation shafts or hallways for a way to swing killing Joker without getting caught. Any shadow that dared to bug him simply got skewered by Robin’s arrows.

However, Akechi was prepared for a confrontation, even if it was with a phantom thief. What he wasn’t prepared for was to crawl halfway into a vent to peer down into the never-ending maw of cold metal, and hear the motor of a door or gate shutting. “Oh what the- AH!” In a matter of seconds, the great second coming of the detective prince...was trapped under a shockingly heavy metal gate. And, while Loki didn’t actually say anything, Akechi could feel the smug ‘I told you so’ rattling around his own head. “this is utterly fine.” He huffed out, planting the palms of his hands on the metal walls and trying to pull himself forward. “This is. Fucking fine.” Yet, much to his annoyance, the belt of his pants was too fat to fit under the garage door trying to seal the vent. “All I did was trip a single alarm. The gate’s not even crushing me, this is manageable.” “Are you sure about that, Crow? You seem kind of stuck from this side.” A new voice echoed through the metal.

The sudden addition of Joker registering to the brunette damn near took the man out like an almighty attack. Loki you slut, did you know about that horrid little bastard following us?! He internally snarled at his persona, simply getting a petulant “Humph!” As his response. Which was all he needed to know that he’d fist fight his own monster later. “Uh, I-I’m pretty sure, Joker. What the hell are you even doing here though?” He asked aloud, doing his best to seem properly confused and embarrassed rather than kick Akira in the nuts for existing. “I came back to see if I could use our game card to get extra coins. Since I couldn’t do much else and didn’t want to sleep...what are you doing here though? It’s, like, midnight in reality.” He pointed out, making Akechi chuckle slightly, “Ah, well...I was simply trying to get the lay of the land in here. Try to find the treasure room, or any keys and see if I could map it out for when we returned.” Relying on a softened truth and his natural bruised ego to sell it. Which, only got him a long moment of silence from the leader of the phantom thieves.

Then, that pesky road block of thick leather was abruptly yanked down. ”E-Excuse me?!” He snarled, his mask gone, his face red, and his teeth bared when he turned his head as best the vent would allow, to glare at the opening of lighting his body beneath the stubborn gate created. “Oh shit, I...I’m sorry.” Akira squeaked, that blood-boiling confidence gone just as fast as Akechi’s sugary tone was. That smooth voice suddenly uneven from the shot of flustered shame surrounding each stuttered word.

Yet, Akira didn’t pull Akechi’s snowy white pants back up, or pried that stupid gate back up. He instead simply sat there. Probably staring at the pale skin of the detective’s ass with that deer-in-the-headlights fear that Akechi had seen when they’d first run into eachother. What a dumbass. I’m going to fucking flay you, now. “Kurusu, you dumb fuck, fix-” His venom was cut short when he felt the sudden and sharp sting of a strike to his ass.

He’d been fucking spanked.

Not entirely intentionally, it seeemed. Judging from the awkward stretch of painful, silent seconds that followed. Nothing but whatever movement could seep into Akechi’s metal prison bouncing off of the vent walls, and Akira’s horror mixing with the detective’s surprise like paint in water. At least, until a switch seemed to flip in the phantom thief.

The awkwardness and impulsivity gone for a dark giggle instead. A sound far more fitting for his rather low voice, and one that sent a slight buzz into Akechi’s blood that mingled with the lingering tinge of pain from Akira’s strike. “Kurusu.” The detective prince tried, keeping his voice calm, and slow like he was talking to a nervous animal instead of a hormonal teenager seemingly slipping into some repressed fuckery. Or, perhaps those were both appropriate situations for that method. “Please pull my pants back up. And let me out of this vent.”

Another stretch of silence followed that… ”what if...I don’t though?” Holy shit.

Now, normally, Akechi would’ve summoned Loki the second his pants were fucked with. But, while he was slowly growing freaked out by Akira’s abrupt shift in personality, there was a voice within that was just barely louder than that anxiety. A dark, curious voice suggesting, Maybe, just maybe. We can hold off for a bit longer. See if we can talk our way out of it...or if it just takes a fun turn. With such impregnable reason, the brunette found he couldn’t quite muster the will it took to bring the demonic bull out. “W-why exactly do you prefer me stuck halfway into a vent?” He asked instead, only getting another smack to his ass cheek, and another ripple of conflicting pleasure and pain into his half-stiff cock. “I’m not sure,” Akira admitted the curious edge Akechi could just hear through the metal of the vents and the morbid darkness of the man’s words encouraging him. “I sort of pulled your pants down on impulse...but now I...dunno, just kind of enjoy this.” He continued, smacking the detective’s ass again to earn a hiss and a wince. That fucking gate throwing an unwanted dose of aching into the equation, but the thought of Akira possibly turning evil was...hot.

Letting out a slow breath, Akechi pushed that discovery down. Trying again, this time with more sugar in his words, “U-um, well if you simply want to hook up with me, this is...a sketchy way to make that known, y'know.” Which, got him another harsher strike to the ass.

At that point, his rear end stung like a horde of angry wasps, but the pain of the impact of Akira’s hand on his ass continued to radiate a delicious warmth throughout his body as well. “Y’know, I’m half tempted to tell the others your ass got stuck~” the phantom thief warned, almost purring with an evil energy bleeding from his words that sent another trickle of lewd excitement down Akechi’s spine despite the escalation. “Maybe I could let Ryuji and Yusuke take turns with you. I think it would be kind of nice to see such a pristine goody-two-shoes defiled in such a fun way.” He continued, his warm hand suddenly gentle as it lovingly rubbed the burning out of Akechi’s skin. Only feeding the heat that had his dick twitching. “That would be a crime, dumbass. Would you really want to add sexual assault to your record?” The detective snapped out, only to get a harsher slap to the cheek of his ass. “Maybe I’ll just assault you, then leave you for a fucking shadow to kill. How about that instead?” He shot back, and while Akechi knew that Akira was far from the type to even carry through on the first half, the way his voice dropped further into a venomous malice made his heart skip a beat as much as it made his dick twitch against the metal of the partially-shuddered vent. What in god’s name am I into? But, that thought was not one he wanted to ponder when he was stuck beneath a mall store’s shudder, on his knees, with his pants falling around his knees and a possibly twisted phantom thief making threats. So, he shook his head a bit and recomposed his social mask once again. ”Look, could you just...maybe pry the vent door open so I could get out? We can both just forget this entire situation. I’ll forget you pulling my pants down, and talking about killing me, you forget about me being stuck in a vent like a dumbass and my threat to report you.” A moment of silence followed his words yet again. Foreboding, but there was also a beam of hope for his dignity still.

Then, with a sigh that was nearly inaudible through the metal of the ventilation system, Akira pulled Akechi’s pants back up. Which, the detective prince took as agreement, so when Joker finally got the metal gate back up enough so that Akechi could worm his way free, he said nothing but a prim “Thank you, Joker.” and left it at that. Both men simply leaving that entire encounter at that vent opening and just leaving the palace in their own, separate ways. Not a further word between them, and the air around them a noxious mix of cold and awkward.

”Well, that was enlightening.” Loki chuckled when the two persona users had parted in those quiet hallways, but Akechi ignored any teasing from that motherfucker. He didn’t need a magical monster to state how mixed up and confused he was. Both at how such a sketchy encounter left him with a boner, and how Akira had it in him to stoop so low on...apparently impulse.

So many questions. No more time.

#Akeshu #Kinktober #Ao3 ask #Persona 5 #Persona 5 Royal #Shuake #kinktober2023 #lemon-scented #mild spice #Persona 5 protagonist x Goro Akechi #not sfw #persona #Akira Kurusu x Goro Akechi #Persona 5 protagonist #Ren Amamiya #Goro Akechi #Ren Amamiya x Goro Akechi

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Ahhh thank you for doing holiday requests, I'm so excited! Could you do #5 for Lokius please, maybe as an office AU? And #1 as a backup if that's taken?

(Your wish is my command! 5. “That’s the ugliest sweater I've ever seen," ugly holiday attire all around!)

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The annual office holiday party is not something that Mobius has ever given much thought to, nor spent much energy worrying about. He’s been working here for ten years, and it’s always the same: they rent out a venue, deck it out with tons of tacky holiday decorations, and provide lots of food and even more drink, which is really the only way he gets through it every year. Oh yeah, and it’s always, always, ugly-holiday-sweater themed.

There are some people in the office who get really into it. Nominally there’s even a contest, but the same collection of people trade off the trophy every year, always trying to outdo each other. Lights, sparkly, eye-searing color combinations, nothing is off limits to these folks. For his part, Mobius bought the requisite ugly sweater without really paying attention to it his first year here—it has a giant Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer face on it and says ‘Let’s Get Lit!’—and wears the same one every year. Janice from accounting tries to give him shit about it, also every year, but Janice can shove it.

It’s not that he doesn’t like the holidays, or parties, or holiday parties on principle. He does, actually, quite a bit, but enforced socializing with his coworkers is not really his idea of a great time. Of course, that was before this year, because eleven months ago, they hired one Loki Laufeyson. Loki works in a different division than Mobius does, so they don’t see each other very often. They’ve only spoken a handful of times. That doesn’t mean Mobius isn’t pretty well head over heels for the guy at this point, even if he’s also sure Loki barely knows who he is.

Mobius’s office happens to be on the way to the main administrative offices for the company, so pretty much everyone walks by at some point during the week. Most people stop by and say hello, chat a bit, and Mobius enjoys that he gets pretty much all the office gossip that way. Loki, though, only ever seems to come in if he needs something. A pencil, a slip of paper to write a note, help with the printer. He flits in and out with a distracted thanks, like he’s far too busy to waste time on Mobius. It’s just Mobius that he seems to mostly avoid, too, because he’s seen Loki laughing it up with Bea, Cee, and even Casey.

It’s fine. Mobius knows Loki is way out of his league. He is very nice eye candy, at least.

In the weeks leading up to the holiday party, he overhears a lot about Loki’s distaste for the ugly sweater theme. Loki even goes so far as to try to propose to the company higher-ups that they should do a black tie theme instead, which is pretty amusing. Many people have tried to suggest other themes over the years, but the ugly sweaters are too entrenched. All have failed, and Loki is no different on that account.

For the first time, though, Mobius considers changing things up with his own attire. Maybe he could find a slightly more classy ugly sweater and impress Loki. Instead, he finds a truly hideous suit—an entire suit—made out of green and red Christmas-tree-print fabric, and yes it’s not a sweater, but surely it fits the spirit of the theme. He’d stand out at least, and maybe Loki might finally take notice of him. Honestly, the suit’s pretty sharp, he thinks as he puts it on the night of the party. It’s a hell of a lot better than the itchy sweater. He might just wear this every year, regardless of how tonight turns out.

His new suit does make a bit of a stir at the party. Some people appreciate it and the fact that he mixed it up. Janice complains that the suit is not a sweater, as if he wasn’t well aware of the fact, and thus pronounces that he did not meet the theme. However, see above re: Janice and shoving it.

“Hot damn,” Bea says with a low whistle as she looks him up and down. She’s wearing a black, yellow, red, and green patterned sweater that says both ‘This is My Ugly Kwanzaa Sweater’ and also ‘Black Lives Matter.’ He would have loved to have seen Janice try to find something to say about that. “I don’t know how you make that fugly suit look good, but you are pulling it off. Trying to impress someone tonight?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mobius insists, even though Bea is well aware of his stupid crush. So is half the office, really, but he works closely with Bea, and she sees through him like shitty tissue paper. “Is he here?”

Bea shakes her head and sips her mulled wine. “You know he’ll want to make an entrance.”

That is certainly true. Mobius is well into his third drink by the time he shows up, and he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing considering Loki’s sartorial choices. You see, Mobius—and pretty much everyone else in the office—had assumed Loki would show up in black tie anyway, out of protest, or at the very least in a sweater far too tasteful to count toward the theme. He made it very clear that wearing anything that could be classified as an ugly holiday sweater was certainly beneath him. Maybe he was just trying to throw everyone off, though, because the sweater that Loki arrives in is unquestionably the most hideous collection of fabric and stuff that Mobius has ever seen. Every color manages to clash with every other, the patterns combine into something vaguely nauseating, there are lights, and tassels, and streamers, and god knows what else.

The room falls dead quiet when he walks in, because quite literally everyone stops dead to stare at him. Loki just grins, clearly delighted by the consternation he’s caused.

“But is it really holiday themed?” Janice says, the first to break the silence. Someone groans.

The party picks up again after that. Loki mingles, chatting with various groups of people, while Mobius does his own drinking and socializing, though Loki’s location in the room is never very far from his awareness. Frankly, Mobius would know where he was at all times even without the sweater, but it certainly makes his job easier. So it’s a bit of surprise when, as he’s lingering over a selection of holiday petit fours, Loki sidles up next to him.

“Hello Mobius,” he says quietly, startling Mobius so dramatically that he almost flings a tiny cake at him.

“Oh. Hi, Loki,” Mobius replies, a little breathlessly. He wasn’t even totally sure Loki knew his name until this point. He needs to get a grip.

“I must say, that suit is exceptional.”

Mobius tries his best not to turn beet red at the compliment. He’s not sure he succeeds. “Thanks. Nice… sweater. Gotta be the ugliest by far. Kind of a surprise, though. I thought you were morally against them or something.”

Loki chuckles, low and throaty, and it does some very, very bad things to Mobius’s insides. It’s not helped when Loki takes a step closer to him. “You probably don’t know this about me, but I like surprising people, I enjoy being the center of attention, and I love to win.” In fact, Mobius knew all of these things, but he certainly doesn’t indicate as such. He doesn’t want Loki to think he’s a creep. “Do you want to know the real reasons I wore this particular sweater tonight?”

“Ok,” Mobius agrees, though he has to admit he’s a little confused.

“Because I was hoping you’d notice me,” Loki purrs, leaning even closer, “and I was hoping that it might make you want to get me out of it as quickly as possible.”

Mobius does drop the petit four, then, and openly gapes at the man in front of him. Someone must have put something truly mind-bending in the punch this year, or snuck hallucinogens into the cookies, because there’s no way he heard what he thinks he heard. Loki’s just looking at him, though, seductive and hopeful all at once, so he tries to pull himself together.

“I— you— what?” he sputters, not really pulled together at all. “You’re trying to get me to notice you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No,” Mobius says, maybe too loudly. Several heads turn to look at them. “No,” he repeats at a hiss. “If anything, it’s the other way around. You hardly seem to notice I exist!”

“What are you talking about?” Loki counters, looking affronted. “Why do you think I come by your office all the time to borrow things? Did you honestly think I was that forgetful?”

“But you barely talk to me. You chat with everyone else, but not me.”

“Because you’re intimidating, Mobius!” Loki counters. Mobius scoffs. “It’s true! You’re the director of your division. Everyone knows Renslayer likes you best of all her analysts. Hell, everyone loves you. I’m just the new guy who can’t seem to stop causing catastrophes on every case I join.”

Mobius opens his mouth and closes it again, at a bit of a loss for words. “I guess I never thought of it that way before.”

“Clearly,” Loki huffs, looking miffed. He tries to fold his arms over his chest, but he can’t really manage it with all the stuff hanging off his sweater.

“Did you mean it?” Mobius asks. Loki frowns like he’s frustrated, so he clarifies: “The second part. About me getting you out of it. Did you mean it, or was it just a line?”

Unexpectedly, a dusting of pink blooms over Loki’s cheeks. “I mean. It was a line, but I also meant it. If that’s something you’d be amenable to.”

Right. Mobius takes a look around the room, sees everyone more or less occupied in conversation, and walks off toward the nearest door to the hallway. He makes it halfway there before he realizes Loki isn’t following, so he makes an impatient come-along gesture until he does. The door to the room has only barely closed behind them when Mobius turns around, pushes Loki up the wall, and kisses him soundly. Christ, it’s glorious, so much better than even in his wildest imaginings. Loki kisses like he talks, bold yet sly, his clever tongue quickly working its way past Mobius’s lips and finding all the best spots to tease him. His hands slide into the front of Mobius’s jacket and around his waist, pulling their bodies together, and Mobius doesn’t even care that the random bits of Loki’s sweater jab into his chest. They kiss and they kiss, until their lips are pink and swollen, until it becomes riskier and riskier that someone will come looking for them.

“I’m amenable,” Mobius nearly growls when he finally pulls back.

“Wonderful,” Loki breathes. “Your place or mine?”

They’re most of the way to the exit when Mobius stops. “Wait,” he says, and how distraught Loki looks before he covers it makes his heart do something weird inside his chest. “No, I mean, what about the contest? I thought you wanted to win.”

“Oh Mobius,” Loki says, grinning as he draws into his arms again and leans in so that his lips brush the shell of his ear, “I already did.”

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