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noodlecupcakeswritings · 1 year

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A Second Chance - Chapter 13 (LokiXOC)

After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?

AN: Sorry for the long break between chapters, last month I was on holiday and I've been trying to get myself back in the process since

Warnings: Sexual tension, Sexual thoughts, Masturbation (male and female), Loki’s a lil perv in this chapter

Chapter 13

Loki

Raven exited the bathroom after her shower, her hair wet and tied up in a bun to keep it off her neck. Her lavender silk robe came down to her mid-thighs, leaving the rest of her legs exposed. The robe had already come slightly loose, revealing a strip of pale white skin that my eyes followed all the way down to her stomach. I forced myself to meet her gaze and my mind back to more appropriate thoughts. There was a soft pink tinge to her cheeks, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the heat of her shower or if she was blushing.

The silence continued between us, and the tension grew as if we were waiting for each other to make the first move. I wouldn’t make a move unless she did until she was sure I was what she wanted. And whilst I wanted nothing more than to trace that strip of skin with my lips and tongue, I knew any movement forward needed to be on her terms. Even if it was taking all my self-control to not go over to her, tear the robe off her and worship her as she deserved.

“Did you need any more blankets or pillows?” Raven asked a bit awkwardly, as if desperate to break the silence and tension. “No. Thank you. Where’s Ginger?” I asked. “Outside, he was scratching at the door, so I let him out. I think he’s just wants to explore more.” “So long as he doesn’t come back with any mangled and bloody half-alive gifts in the morning, he can explore all he likes.” Raven laughed softly and nodded in agreement.

“Well, goodnight,” Raven spoke. “Goodnight.” Raven closed her bedroom door behind her, and a few minutes later I could hear her hairdryer. I stayed awake, listening to her move around her bedroom before finally the cottage was silent. After setting up the blankets and pillows, I got myself comfortable on the couch and yet I couldn’t fall asleep. Nor could I stop thinking about her. Half an hour passed and still I couldn’t sleep.

A soft gasp broke the silence, barely audible and coming from Raven’s bedroom. Holding my breath, I listened carefully for another sound. A faint moan this time. It took me a few seconds to realize what the sounds were. Raven was pleasuring herself, likely thinking that I was asleep. Arousal filled me at the mental image of her thin delicate fingers bringing her to the edge. Getting up from the couch, I crept over to her bedroom door, being sure to avoid the floorboards that creaked.

Now, with only a thin layer between us, I could hear her better, my cock throbbing with fresh arousal. My hand hesitated on the doorknob. As much as I wanted to go in there, as much as I wanted to be the reason for her moans and gasps, I knew that I shouldn’t unless invited. It was probably wrong to be standing outside listening, but I couldn’t tear myself away and pretend like I hadn’t heard anything. It was far too late for that now. I wondered if she was thinking of me, or if she was thinking of him. It felt pathetic to be jealous of a dead man, of another version of me.

Another hushed moan distracted me from my jealousy and only reminded me of how aroused I was, how I too needed release. Leaning my back against the wall, I reached down and freed my cock from its tight confines. Precum was already leaking from the tip as I wrapped my hand around it, starting with slow strokes. I sighed at the pleasure, wishing it were her hands on me instead. I longed for her touch; at this point, I didn’t know how much longer I could function without it.

It was agony being alone with her in this cottage day after day and not being able to act on any of my feelings or urges. And yet I knew I would wait for her forevermore if there was a chance. I yearned to have her in my arms, to feel the softness of her skin against mine and to be able to kiss her again. Hell, I even wanted the simple things, her fingers laced with mine, being able to run my fingers through her hair. Every time I made her smile, it felt like a small victory, another point gained in my favour.

Raven’s breaths were laboured and heavier now before she moaned again. Biting down on my lip, I worked myself faster. Still, I wrestled with the urge to go inside, a small voice in the back of my mind telling me to follow through with it. Leaning the back of my head against the wall, I closed my eyes. I could picture her hips bucking into her touch, her back arching off the bed. My mouth watered at the thought of her taste. My cock twitched as I imagined how she would cling to me as I filled her, how her nails would bite into my skin.

My name fell from her lips as a whisper, and I froze, my eyes springing open. For a moment I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it until she gasped it again. That deep primal need to have her grew stronger at that moment. Resuming my pace, I bit down on my lip to stifle a groan. Her moans became more frequent before they were muffled, likely with her free hand over her mouth. She was close, mere seconds away from climax. And I wasn’t far behind, my hips bucking into my own touch.

Raven reached hers first, her moans and whimpers still muffled. I could picture her with her head thrown back against the pillows in the throes of pleasure, her chest heaving with every breath she took and her thighs shaking from the intensity. Seconds later, I was cumming into my fist, stifling my groans. And yet there was a small voice in my head that questioned if it would be such a bad thing if she heard me.

As the pleasure passed, I remained still, listening for any sounds of movement. Over my own racing heartbeat, I could only hear her soft breaths. Heading for the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and cleaned up as quietly as possible. Once clean, I crept back to the couch, pretending nothing had happened and that façade would have to continue the next morning.

Taglist: @jana-banana-fana, @marvelous-world-of-fiction, @kittyofalltrades, @ozymdias, @n3rdybirdee

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makkarisbelova · 6 months

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EVERYBODY MOVED ON I, I STAYED THERE DUST COLLECTED ON MY PINNED-UP HAIR THEY EXPECTED ME TO FIND SOMEWHERE SOME PERSPECTIVE BUT I SAT AND STARED RIGHT WHERE YOU LEEEEEFT MEEEEE YOU LEFT ME NO, YOU LEFT ME NO, YOU LEFT ME NO CHOICE BUT TO STAY HERE FOREVER

#going to off myself at dawn who’s with me #can’t believe mobius wanted to just stand there and let time pass simply to feel himself in a timeline sitting in the palm of loki’s hand #goddamn if that isn’t the gayest most roundabout way to try and cure touch starvedness from your crush #marvel #mcu #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki s2 #loki series #mobius #lokius #loki x mobius #mobius x loki

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cobbbvanth · 2 years

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you're laughing. the big announcement that ryan reynolds and hugh jackman are reuniting as deadpool and wolverine for the first time in 15 years was over shadowed by a youtuber who made his entire brand about loving his wife then cheated on her and you're laughing

#dude imagine being ryan reynolds and hugh jackman today #try guys #ned fulmer #deadpool 3 #ryan reynolds #hugh jackman #marvel #i feel so bad for ariel and the kids this is so messy #how stupid do you have to be to pull a stunt like this come on ned #**#*hits #*25k

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markscherz · 3 months

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There is a happiness no-one else knows: the feeling of mud between fully webbed toes; the caress of a breeze on your moist shiny skin; the warmth of the sunlight that slowly soaks in; the gentlest hum of a thought far away, as you sit and you soak and let time tick away.

#poetry #herpetology #frogs #meme #you cannot win in a game of patience against any amphibian or reptile #to me nothing signifies the difference in our minds and bodies more than that simple fact #endotherms are so bloody impatient #because we feel ourselves ticking faster than everything around us #ectotherms literally chill to the tempo of the moment #it's a marvellous and challenging thing to behold #answers by mark #princezilla

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annabelle--cane · 2 years

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asexual activism is PART of sex positivity. education about asexuality is part of sex education. speaking openly about sex, defying repressive sexual norms, and encouraging people to be comfortable with and enjoy their "unconventional" sexual lives all needs to include the messaging that not wanting sex is fine and that saying "no" every time is not only acceptable but good if that's what you really want. asexuality is not the opponent of sex positivity, it's another arm of it.

#not even to mention how crucial the right to refuse sex under all circumstances is as a feminist issue #I think I made a very similiar post a little while ago but I just saw a genuinely scarily bad take and don't feel like looking #marina marvels at life

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maria-tries · 4 months

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wake up babe it’s 2024 which means happy 10th birthday groundbreaking cinematic milestone Captain America The Winter Soldier (a gift for @wingedcorgi ❤️)

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky #captain america #the winter soldier #marvel #mcu #fanart #mariart #it feels GOOD to come back to my original old men yaoi (well not that old yet here but they will be)

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 1 year

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A Second Chance - Chapter 14 (LokiXOC)

Warnings: Suicide notes, Suicide mention, Pills, No actual suicide happens but plans for a previous attempt are mentioned/referenced, Feels, Angst

Chapter 14

Loki

Raven and Valkyrie had been making preparations all week. There had been mention of an Asgardian Day of remembrance. Raven had briefly told me that all the Asgardians would gather tonight around a bonfire to remember those they had lost and their home world. While it wouldn’t be as grand as any of the holidays celebrated on Asgard it was still an excellent idea. However, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was welcome there or if it would even be appropriate to go considering it wasn’t my planet or at least not the one from my timeline.

Raven seemed anxious about tonight, wanting to make sure it all worked out, but there was something else on her mind. And I didn’t need to be a genius to work it out. There was still no word from Thor, still no sign of him. There was still no evidence that the Avengers had defeated Thanos or if they too had perished with those lost in the snap. Understandably Raven wanted him home tonight, to be with his people and mourn his own losses.

Once the sun had set, I knew it was time to leave. I still wasn’t even sure if Raven wanted me there, if my presence would remind her of the husband she’d lost, the future and life that was stolen from her. But I had a gut feeling it would be worse if I didn’t go. Locking up the cottage, I made my way down to the beach where everyone was gathered. The Asgardians had brought food, chairs and blankets, all of them gathered around the bonfire. I had expected this to be a solemn evening but the Asgardians were mingling among themselves, children were playing and laughing.

I stayed near the back of the crowd, ready to leave if I wasn’t welcome. Raven was sitting at the front, her hands in her pockets and deep in thought until a few of the children ran over to her. She forced a smile at them as they encouraged her to light the bonfire. Raven got to her feet and pretended to sneeze, using her pyrokinesis in the process. The flames caught on the various logs and sticks before her and soon the pile was ablaze. And she’d always been so insistent that she wouldn’t make a good mother, but the reaction of the children said otherwise.

The children moved on and Raven returned to her seat. Silence fell over the Asgardians for a few moments as they remembered their home and loved ones. I wondered if my mother was still alive in my timeline now that I was no longer there to seal her fate. The moment passed and the Asgardians made a toast before their conversations resumed. Most of them seemed in high spirits but Raven was still staring into the flames, her lips pressed into a thin line as if she were willing herself to keep it together.

“If you don’t go over there, I will,” came Valkyrie’s voice from beside me. I glanced at her and then back at Raven, “you don’t think I would be intruding?” “Loki, regardless of what timeline you come from you are still Asgardian and these are still your people. That is still your wife.” “You know for a woman more prone to using her fists, I’m surprised when you say nice things.” “Yeah, well not all of us get a second chance to be with the ones we love.”

Valkyrie brought a bottle of alcohol to her lips and took a long swig. She was right, not everyone got a second chance and here I was wasting mine. I knew Raven regardless of timelines and I knew that she would never make the first move. I had to. Excusing myself, I slipped through the crowd until I reached her. Sitting down beside Raven I conjured a blanket to wrap around the two of us. Raven glanced at me with a soft smile spreading across her delicate features. I rested my hand on her knee, making it known I was there for her.

We sat in silence for a while although I could still tell Raven wasn’t entirely at ease. And she wouldn’t do much talking with everyone around. I removed my hand from her knee to lace my fingers with hers and squeeze her hand gently. “Why don’t we go for a walk?” I suggested. “Okay.” Getting up we headed away from the crowd and further down the beach. Raven kept the blanket wrapped around herself and I kept my hands in my pockets for warmth. We walked in silence for a short while as I tried to find the right words to say. I knew this needed to be handled delicately.

“I know you keep saying that tonight wasn’t much compared to celebrations on Asgard, but I like to believe my mother and Odin would have appreciated the gesture,” I finally spoke. “I didn’t do it for them. Well, not Odin anyway. I just know first-hand what it’s like having your home taken from you and having to settle somewhere that feels alien. I didn’t want anybody to think Asgard or those we lost had been forgotten.” “And you’ve achieved that. I had expected it to be quite a solemn event but it felt the opposite.” Raven shrugged softly, physically rejecting the credit. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and it looked like she was struggling to hold back tears.

“It doesn’t matter what I do for them,” she whispered. “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it? I’m not Thor. I’m not their leader, their king, the person they look to when they’re lost. And he couldn’t even be bothered to come back for one night to be with us. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s still alive.” Her voice cracked as she continued to speak, but the anger was clear in her tone. As the tears rolled down her cheeks I couldn’t tell if they were tears of anguish or tears of rage. My heart ached for her.

“I know how selfish it sounds considering everyone lost somebody with the snap, but it feels like I lost everything. And Thor couldn’t even stick around when I needed him most, when I was going to…” Raven trailed off. I frowned, putting my hands on her shoulders and turning her to face me. She still refused to look at me, instead focusing her gaze on our shoes. Whilst I was afraid of her answer, I knew I needed to hear it. “What were you going to do, Raven?” I asked. “It doesn’t matter now.” “It does, it matters to me.”

Raven recoiled from me, stepping out of my reach whilst shaking her head. She couldn’t bring herself to say it and that gave me my answer. She’d planned to kill herself; she’d already set a date by the time Thor left. And if I hadn’t arrived, she probably would have gone through with it. “Raven-“ “No, forget I said anything. I shouldn’t have even brought it up with you,” she snapped, wiping away her tears. My thoughts were racing as Raven turned and headed back down the beach and to the bonfire. I followed a few steps behind.

I wanted to ask more questions, but she was clearly going to shut down every single one. Finding Valkyrie, I made sure she’d keep an eye on Raven tonight who agreed without question. I would have done it, but I didn’t think Raven would want my company right now and I had some digging to do. I knew her regardless of universe or timelines and I knew she would have left a note. Heading straight back to the cottage, Ginger meowed at me as I burst inside. The cat was at my feet, following me through the kitchen and into Raven’s bedroom.

This was my first time inside the room since I had first arrived over half a year ago. I didn't want to invade her private space any more than I had done so I had vowed not to go into this room unless invited. But these were different circumstances. Glancing around, I decided to start with the wardrobe, rifling through her clothes and shoes. Even checking the back in case she’d hidden anything there. I then searched her chest of drawers only to find more clothes. The bed also came up empty.

My eyes fell to the bedside drawer, the top one had a keyhole. I didn’t care about looking for the key. Using my magic, I tampered with the lock until the drawer popped open. There was a rattle as I opened the drawer the rest of the way. Inside was what I was dreading finding and yet what I had been looking for. Three full bottles of pills and three envelopes, the top one was addressed to Valkyrie. The second was addressed to Thor and the final one was addressed to me. Well, more likely my alternate self from this timeline. A part of me knew it would be wrong to read it, an invasion of something personal meant for someone else. But he wasn’t here, and I was.

Ignoring the other two letters, I opened the third one and pulled out the neatly folded pages.

Loki

I know it’s stupid writing this considering you won’t ever read it but I guess I just wanted to say things that I never got the chance to say. Firstly, I love you. I love you so much that I can no longer bear to be in this world without you. Every day without you grows harder and harder. Every time I look at the Asgardians, I can’t help but feel I’m failing them, just like I failed you. I should have been there; I should have stopped it. A lot of the days I wish Thanos had killed me instead or that I had been one of the unlucky ones wiped out in the snap. None of it was fair and even now when the Avengers claim they can bring everyone back, they can’t bring you back. All those people will have their loved ones back but me and it’s not fair. It's not fair that our future was torn away from us. And now any thoughts of what could have been only brings me further pain. Because there is no future for me without you, I cannot picture myself happy without you. And I tried, I tried for five years to see if it would get better, hoping that this darkness would fade. But there’s no light in this world without you. You were always my light, guiding me and comforting me. When you came into my life it's like all my fears were gone. I never thought I would have ever gotten married until I met you. You made me better without even trying, getting rid of the nightmares, the self-doubts and bad habits. You made me happy again, confident for the first time in my life, and you made me feel like I could finally take on the world. But none of it matters now. It was all too good to be true, like some fleeting dream that I can’t remember when I wake up. I’m sorry for taking this way out and I’m sorry for not doing it sooner but I’ll be with you soon enough.

All my love

Raven

My tears dotted the pages with every line I read, my heart breaking again. Ginger remained at my feet as if to offer some comfort and companionship. This explained her reaction when I had first arrived. She'd planned to do it that night likely after Valkyrie left. But Mobius had sent me there just in time. Just in time…that devious bastard had known the whole time. He sent me there to rewrite that timeline, to save her from herself, and to give us a second chance.

Taglist: @jana-banana-fana, @kittyofalltrades, @ozymdias, @n3rdybirdee, @fandomnerdery

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spacy-snail · 11 months

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Hobie Brown is the best representation of authentic punk culture I’ve personally ever seen in media

I feel like most “punk” characters are just visually alternative, and maybe a little “stick it to the man”, but that’s about it. They ultimately don’t stick the landing when it comes to the values the punk community has

But Hobie does!!! He backs his words up with his actions! He sticks to what he believes in, causes chaos, fights fascists, is an instigator, is anti-establishment (including the spider society), he has blue and yellow coded laces (as always these animators are amazing and did their fucking research), and he literally disrupts every scene he’s in with his art style!!

And most importantly, he CARES about his friends, which is what I think a lot of “punk” characters ultimately are missing. He’s the ultimate hype man for Pavitr and Miles, he helps Miles escape like 2 minutes after meeting him, he watches out for Gwen when she can’t go back home, he talks sweetly to Mayday when no one else is listening

Anyways I sat there in the theatre watching this chaotic SOB thinking

#marvel #spidey #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #I feel like I’m bad explaining my thoughts in these kind of posts but idk #I hope what I’m trying to say get’s across ^-^;#snail scribbles

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wxnheart · 8 months

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"I don't want it just tonight, I want forever..."

He's missed this. He's missed you, baby.

Missed the feeling of your bare skin against his. Missed the sounds of heaven in his ears. Missed the way your tight heat envelopes him and welcomes him home.

Oh god, you feel so fucking good.

This moment... he wants it to last forever. He wants every fiber of your being to remember it. Wants you to remember the intensity of the way he fucks you, wants you to remember the way he has you begging for more. He wants you to remember the way he presses your foreheads together and makes you look him in the eyes, makes you see how fucking crazy he is for you, how much he wants you like you want him.

Wants you to see and feel how much he'd always want you.

And fuck, you're so beautiful when you come... but he's not gonna stop. He's not gonna stop fucking you.

He's not gonna stop loving you.

He'll do everything in his power to make you remember this moment.

He'll do everything in his power to make it last forever.