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lokisprettygirl · 11 months

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 20 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary : You meet Frigga and she makes it clear that she doesn't like you.

Warning: 18+, more Sex, smutty soft smut, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink, soft loki, sub loki (it's not mentioned but everytime they're having sex he's always using a condom )

"Okay open your eyes now ..This looks good right?" He uncovered his eyes and looked at the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You.

"You look ethereal my darling"

"Awwn" you melted for a moment only to go back to stressing about the dress again.

"No but seriously, is this good for Thor's birthday party? I mean is this classy enough?"

"Define classy" he chuckled so you crossed your arms

"Why don't you have a look in the mirror?" you mumbled as you lowered down the dress from your body, you had purchased it today because Loki wanted to take you to Thor's birthday celebration, it was a full length skinny cocktail dress that seemed elegant enough or at least it did to you. Of course nobody still had any idea about you two so you were going to be there as Jane's Friend Stacy again.

"What about the gift? What could one possibly gift the god of thunder? I mean i gave a crappy dress to Jane on her birthday" You rambled on and on and when you looked at him he was just smiling as if you were the best thing in the whole nine realms.

You had also decided to tell your mother about him soon and this relationship, you knew she'd be mad but you were done hiding from her and lying to her.

As you took the dress off and stood there in your lingerie he titled his head and gawked at your figure shamelessly. It's been three weeks since you had gotten back together and he couldn't have been happier with you, everything about you made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't remember if he had ever felt such thrill and satisfaction at the same time in his life before. Satisfaction wasn't in his nature after all but with you he felt completely sated in every way a man could be sated. He loved being around you and inside you, he enjoyed having to listen to you talk for hours, every little thing you did made him fall in love even deeper than the last day.

He walked towards you and hugged you from behind before his lips latched onto your neck. You sighed and leaned your head down on his shoulder, you were a nervous wreck at the moment.

"I know you're apprehensive darling but like I have said before to you, you do not need to impress anyone there" you hummed as he said that.

"I am sorry ..i just want to blend in with those people Lo"

"I'm afraid that is impossible because you're going to stand out no matter how much you try to blend in" you turned around and got on your tiptoes to wrap your arm around his neck, his sweet words always made you feel giddy.

"I love youuu"

"I know you do"

He placed his palms under your butt and easily lifted you up before he wrapped your legs around his waist. Taking you to the sofa instead of the bed he laid you down and got on top of you.

"You're the sweetest, kindest and the most gentle man i have ever known..you know"

"So are you" you laughed as he said that and it made him smile too.

"Mmmm and you're so hot, so pretty and so sexyyyyyyy" his cheeks flushed as you said that, he always blushed at the praises as if he wasn't used to hearing such things about himself.

"Thank you princess"

"And –" before you could say something else he pressed his lips onto yours and you were just starting to enjoy the moment when you heard a knock on your door and flinched, since that horrible incident you have just been extra paranoid.

"It must be Mrs Geller Darling, no need to be afraid" he caressed your cheek softly so you nodded. You got out of his clutches to get dressed as you were in just your underwear and bra.

For a week after Ronald was arrested Loki spent every night with you but he wasn't able to get out of work related commitment one day so you spent the night at Mrs Geller but of course you couldn't just intrude her privacy like that every night and had to stay in your apartment when Loki couldn't make it even though you didn't want to be alone.

He stayed on call until you had fallen asleep, you needed to have your window shut, blinds off, the lights on and the sound of his voice on the phone speaker to put you through sleep but it was slowly starting to get better. He was gone, you had nothing to worry about. You did have a scary dream though where you saw Ronald again and in the dream you had called Stephen late at night to tell him that you were being stalked. You never understood why you were having such dreams about Stephen, maybe it was because you always thought about how disastrous that meeting was and it somehow always remained in your subconscious mind.

Next day as you reached the tower for Thor's birthday there were several people just staring at you and that made you even more anxious than usual. You met Jane as soon as you had reached and she was wearing the dress you had gifted her on the birthday.

"Y/n thank you for this, I put it on yesterday and I just knew I didn't need anything else" she told you excitedly and your eyes teared up, you didn't say anything but hugged her and then you reminded her that she was the prettiest woman at the party.

Thor and Loki weren't at the party, you hadn't seen Loki since Thor had brought you here, he did text you though that he'd be there soon. Though, you had no idea why Thor was missing from his own birthday party. You made your way to the bar and ordered an orange juice, just a minute later a man sat next to you and he ordered a drink for himself.

"Having fun?" You turned your head and you saw James. Loki had told you about him. Apparently he was the Captain's old buddy from the war time and the Winter Soldier the team had gone to retrieve a few days ago.

"I am trying" you chuckled so he smiled. Loki had also told you that he was going through intense therapy sessions almost every other day.

"What's your name? You seem familiar" he said to you.

"I do? I'm Stacy btw" you lied to him so he shrugged.

"James"

"I know"

He kept staring at you and it made you feel a bit awkward.

"Where are you from?" He asked you so you looked at him,

"I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota..been there?" You didn't know if he understood what you had said but you noticed that he seemed affected by your response.

"Minnesota? Any chance you were outside that fancy restaurant la blaire some time ago??" He asked you so you raised your brow before you remembered something. That was the restaurant where you had your first and last meeting with Stephen.

"I might have why?"

"Yeah pretty sure I hit you with my bike there a few months ago..I was confused at first but now I'm hundred percent sure" you looked at him shocked as he said that.

"Just so you know I did come back to see if you were fine but your boyfriend had it all covered so I …nice to meet you" he grabbed his drink from the bar before he walked away from you. He was the one to hit you with his bike? What was he doing there? What were the odds that it was him out of all the people that had hit you? You felt a tap on your shoulder and assuming it was James again you were ready to go off on him but you looked to the side and it was Loki instead. He was dressed in a black suit with a white button up shirt underneath, he hadn't straightened his long curls tonight and the look had somehow made him million times hotter.

"Hello miss, I saw you from a distance and couldn't help myself from approaching such a beauty" you smiled as he said that. Okay you can play the game.

"Hello sir, big fan of yours, I'm Stacy by the way" you brought your hand out so he grabbed it and gave it a formal kiss.

"So tell me Stacy, once the feast is over would you like to share a night with me in my chamber?" You gasped as he said that.

"Misster misster you are naughtayyyy" he smiled and looked around but some of the Avengers were looking at him so he walked away from you and you saw him approaching a random woman at the party and he started to flirt with her the same way and then he did the same with a few more, all of them seemed overly excited by his presence. Ofcourse, you knew he was doing it to divert the attention away from you but it still bothered you to see him flirt with other women, he kept it lowkey though, no other invitations had been sent to spend a night in his chamber, only you got it..

A few minutes later you spotted Thor along with Jane and the whole room had gotten silent all of a sudden, you looked at him and he had someone else by his side, he had his mother Frigga along with him.

Frigga the queen of Asgard.

You recognised her immediately because you had seen her on the news when Loki was hiding in your apartment.

Why didn't Loki tell you she was going to be here? You looked at him for answers but he seemed equally surprised by her appearance, his eyes were teary, there was that puppy look on his face that you loved and hated, depending on the situation, he also seemed paler than usual.

Thor introduced her to everyone and she was as elegant as you had thought her to be whenever Loki had talked about her. He was frozen in his spot and you were about to go comfort him when you saw Frigga approaching him.

"My sweet prince, have you not missed your mother?" She hugged him and you noticed how he immediately melted in her arms, he hadn't seen her in so long and he was still angry about the lies she had made him believe all his life but you could tell he had missed her motherly love and care for him. Your eyes met with Thor and he seemed happy too. You walk towards Jane and she seemed nervous too but she was excited as well.

"Did you meet her?" You asked her and she had a huge grin on her face.

"I did, I think she likes me, she gave me this" she showed you a bracelet on her wrist and it made you smile. It also looked expensive as fuck.

"This is gorgeous. Did you know she was coming here?"

"No, Thor didn't either, she just gave us all a surprise "

You sighed as she said that, well at least you weren't the only one who had no clue of her visit, if you knew you'd have prepared yourself better.

"May I have a word with you in private?" Frigga asked Loki and took him to the balcony of the lounge. You saw them from a distance, several emotions were at play here, there was crying and then they started to smile and hugged each other again but he seemed at peace and that's what mattered the most because you knew even though he hadn't said much, deep down he was struggling with this for a long time. You noticed Loki approaching you and he looked around before he held your hand and took you to the balcony. He made sure to cast an illusion so other people won't be able to see you interacting with him or Frigga.

"Mother this is y/n" he introduced you and all of a sudden you had no idea what to do or say. This wasn't your first day out in public as a human but that's exactly how you felt in the moment. You had never met a queen before so there was that.

"Hello Mrs Frigga" she raised one of her brows and you thought you had offended her so you corrected yourself "Your highness, it's an honor to meet you" you mumbled nervously again and you felt Loki's palm rubbing against your back in a comforting manner.

"Hello dear" she finally smiled but it didn't reach her eyes you could tell "Loki darling would you go bring for us something to drink? I would like to have a few words with her till then" he nodded and your heart sped faster than ever, he gave your hand a squeeze before he kissed your cheek and walked away. You smiled at her but if you were being honest to yourself you were so close to shitting your pants.

"My son is very fond of you" she said.

"Well i hope so" you chuckled and she nodded "I'm very fond of him, he is one of his kind, he's a gem" she smiled again and that made you feel a little relaxed but the feeling wasn't going to last for long.

"I know dear, he lost himself for a while but I could see him making his way back to his roots. Once his punishment here on midgard ends we would like to return the people of Asgard both of their prince's in all of their glory, his father is awaiting them both" you nodded as she said that.

"Did he ever inform you that he was betrothed to the Princess of Vanaheim, Atrishia?" She asked you so you nodded again, the way she wasn't even looking at you while talking to you was making you feel like a peasant in front of her which you probably were but it would have been nice if she had acknowledged your presence.

"He mentioned her once"

"She is still waiting for him to return" your eyes teared up as she said that "I truly appreciate that you protected my son and helped him come out with the truth about Thanos but I need you to understand that the union of marriage in Asgard is amongst the equals, you are not his equal, you are not a princess of your realm now are you?" You looked down as she said that, you always felt insecure about him choosing you because you knew he deserved the whole world and that you'd never be able to give him that.

"No but I can assure you that I love him and he loves me" she smiled as you said that and she caressed your head in a patronizing manner.

"You are naive my dear. I know my son fairly well, he gets deeply invested at first but it's going to fade soon, it is not going to last. Do you really think you're the first woman to own his heart this way? Do you think you possess what it takes for a man such as him to stay interested in you for long?" You just continued to look down as tears spilled from your eyes, you wiped them completely as you noticed Loki at the distance approaching you two.

"Think about what I said, it is for your own benefit that I am saying this" She said to you so you nodded. As Loki came near you two, Frigga took the drink from his hand and he gave you yours and then she circled her arm around his so he'd take her inside.

"Darling come…it's getting cold" he brought his hand forward for you so you looked at him.

"I'll be right back…I just..i have to make a call" his brows furrowed as you said that, he had a feeling something had happened between you and his mother but he didn't want to create a scene until he had the full information. As he walked away with her you turned around and placed the glass on the ledge of the balcony. You felt too nauseous to want to drink or eat anything. You remembered how happy Jane was after meeting her and you were happy for her but at the same time you felt bad about yourself. She was a mortal as well so it was just you that she didn't approve of.

After a few minutes you composed yourself and went inside again.

Loki looked at your sullen face and he had a feeling Frigga had said something to you, he saw how joyous lady Jane seemed as compared to you and his doubts were confirmed. He just hoped you won't allow her words to affect you or this relationship with him. He also noticed the Dalia approaching you and he remembered how she had hurt you last time so before she could bother anymore, he confronted her instead.

"Loki" she spoke his name but her eyes welled up as she felt an excruciating pain in her head, she also felt extremely sick all of a sudden.

"You feel that Dalia? Trust me I can make it worse and I can make it last forever so you will never feel happiness again. I have never retorted for the things you did to her until now but let me just warn you that I won't tolerate you disrespecting my woman any longer"

"I'm sorry..it won't happen again" she mumbled, her voice came out shrill as she was unable to speak because of the pain she was feeling, she felt pins and needles probing every inch of her skin.

"Are we clear now?"

"Yes just make it stop please I'll never bother her again" she begged him so he smiled and stopped messing with her head immediately before he walked away from her.

He did notice her running out of the lounge immediately after that and he couldn't have been happier. The party was amazing but after that conversation you didn't feel worthy of being around these people especially not the queen herself. Frigga wasn't able to stay for long so he bid her goodbye before he grabbed your hand and decided to take you to his chamber.

"Loki I'd like to go back to my apartment please, I have to work tomorrow" you said to him on the way so he nodded and went back to the party to request Thor to drop you both back to your place. You felt awful that you were troubling him on his birthday but you couldn't just stay here even a minute longer..

As soon as you were back to your apartment Loki finally confronted you.

"What did she say to you?" He asked you so you sighed and went into the kitchen after you took your heels off to grab yourself a glass of water, your throat felt dry.

"Nothing Loki, she was nice..she said nothing" He bit on his cheeks as you clearly lied to him "You should have gone back lo, it's your brother's birthday celebration, Jane told me they were going to stay up all night, get drunk and play games"

You walked past him to get to the closet but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him.

"We promised each other that we will communicate about these things, remember?" Your eyes teared up again as he said that. You didn't want to hurt him because of what she had said, not at all.

"She doesn't like me...surpriiiiseee"

He was offended by the notion, ofcourse he was, he couldn't even imagine anyone not adoring you the way he did.

"It doesn't matter to me, your mother doesn't like me"

"Lokiii…i ..that princess is still waiting for you, she's waiting for you, she was engaged to you and she's still waiting" you tried to pull away from him but he was holding onto you tightly.

"I told my mother that it can not happen now, i have moved on and i have found what I have been looking for" he said sternly so you chuckled.

"Really you have been looking for this? A simpleton like me? Don't you want a princess or something?" You got out of his grip somehow and walked to your closet in order to avoid crying in his face, you always felt as if you weren't enough for him and people telling you the same again and again didn't help the situation. He closed the distance between you two and turned you around before he pulled you into his chest again. Cupping your cheeks he made you look at him right in the eyes, his thumbs wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks

"I have a princess, i have you and it's hurting me that you're being so disrespectful towards my princess" your eyes welled up even more as he said that "What happened to us not giving up on each other no matter what hmm?"

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry, it just hurts"

He latched his lips onto yours and picked you up from the floor. The dress made it difficult for you to wrap your legs around him so he immediately laid you down on the bed. He didn't stop kissing you and neither did you as you took his coat off and then the shirt followed. You knew he loved you and whatever she said about him being infatuated wasn't true but you still felt scared of losing his interest in you sooner or later.

He turned you around on your front to unzip the dress, he loved doing that apparently.

Pulling the straps of your dress down he freed your breasts from the confinement of your dress, one of his arms snaked around your shoulders as he sucked kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, pulling your dress up he ripped your underwear in half using a minimum force and you felt him entering you slowly.

He turned your head so he could kiss your mouth while he thrusted in and out of you slowly, the sex was passionate and romantic, it was needy and that's exactly what you needed from him. He pulled out, turned you over on your back again and he quickly had your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked in and out of you again, the dress was pooled around your waist and it's not that he didn't enjoy the sight of your naked body underneath him but just something about you looking so disheveled always made him so feral.

"I'm sorry I was being disrespectful" you cupped his cheeks as you mumbled, your voice came out all broken from the sex as well as how you were feeling before he had started to fuck these insecurities out of you, literally.

"Mmmhmm i do not care what anyone says darling, I just need you to trust me and I need you to know that we have each other, i got you sweet princess..look at me" his fingers clutched into your hair as he kissed you softly "You have me, you are not going to lose me" you nodded and started to move your hips slowly, the gesture made him quicken his own pace.

"Keep going like that darling..so good" he moaned as the sensation began to grow in the pit of his stomach "I need you my princess. I had no will to live until I had found you, you do not have any clue that my soul is always restless when I am away from you, constantly yearning untill I have your whole existence in my arms again"

His words had completely sated your fears for a moment. You didn't want to think what his mother thought about you anymore.

"Mmmm I need you lo..my baby..god please" you sat up along with him, your mouth stayed on his as you kissed him passionately and then you laid him down on the bed underneath you, he smiled as you sat on his cock and took him deeper slowly, the dress was obstructing his view so you pulled it over your head, he craned his neck up to get a better view of your cunt stretching around his cock and the sight made him moan in desperation.

You placed your hands down on his chest as you rode him slowly, you felt one of his hands squeeze your butt while the other one played with your clit.

"Is this good?" You asked him and he opened his mouth to say something but only a grunting moan came out, how come he got to look this way? He had no right to look so pretty underneath you.

"You feel so good baby, such a perfect cock you have"

You mumbled as you leaned over him, your fingers brushed the hair behind his ear and you caressed his cheek with your fingers, the look on his face had softened instantly with the touch,

"Darling please" he mumbled so you smiled at him.

"What do you need pretty baby?"

"Keep moving please..pleassse my goddess" he perched himself on his elbows so he was closer to you and you curled your fingers around his nape to kiss him passionately, you sucked on his tongue slowly, back and forth, over and over again, the erotic gesture made him twitch inside you.

"Mmm you're such a pretty babyboy I love you so much" As soon as the words left your mouth you felt him fall apart for you.

"Oh my nornsss!! Ohh I'm gonna cum.. I'm sorry my goddess ..im sorrry"

He collapsed on the bed, his back arched and he thrusted his hips harshly into you as he came around you, hitting your sweet spot that made you lose it too, his cock twitched inside you and you were both so loud that you felt afraid Mrs Geller would come knocking on your door to see if you were okay or not.

Your body went limp on his chest as you felt exhausted, the orgasm took everything out of you.

"God that was… godddd"

He chuckled as you said that, his fingers caressed your scalp softly, he had never come so hard in his life before and he had plenty of sex before so that was something. Maybe it was the way you kind of went so dominating on him out of nowhere, he enjoyed that alot.

"Did you call me goddess?" You put your head up to look at him and that blush didn't go unnoticed.

"Did you call me babyboy?" You giggled as he said that.

"Pretty babyboy"

"I love you" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you as tenderly as he could, fornicating with you wasn't enough for him, it never was, he needed the whole thing, he craved the cuddles and the sweet confessions of love after the act.

"I love you my sweet baby..come here ..let me bite you and eat you" you growled as you snuggled him and he giggled in response.

Yes, he needed all this and more and he only needed it from you and nobody else, the fact that his own mother had disrespected the woman he wanted to build a future with had hurt him to the core. He did feel responsible for the situation Atrishia was in so he knew he had to go make amends with her and tell her that he had moved on, he had found his mate in you and he wasn't going to leave you under any circumstances. He didn't want to be the reason someone was in pain but he decided to think about it later, for now he just wanted to bask in the love, this pure love that he had stumbled upon somehow.

Once you were down from the orgasmic high you took a shower with him and when you both came out you put on the dress again which confused him.

"We should go join his birthday celebration, I'm sure he wants us there lo" he smiled as you said that and took out his phone to call Thor.

"I'll fix my face before we go" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him before you pulled away and looked at him for a second before you kissed him again "Godd i would die for you…I love you so much" you walked away as you mumbled. His smile widened and eyes teared up as he watched you hurrying with your makeup process. Then he mumbled in his mouth as he adored you from the distance.

"And i will kill for you my princess"

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Note : He's just being sentimental, too precious to kill anyone isn't he? Story will pick up from the next chapter, this was kind of a filler with some information here and there but I hope it wasn't boring 🥰

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Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You know Loki, your Husband, since you were kids and you both are extremely happy together. Then why do you still feel that something is wrong?

word count: 9.2 k (I'm sorry)

warnings: ANGST, Fluff, slight mentions of sex, a tiny bit of cursing, a couple of arguments between Loki and the reader and a slight mention of misogyny (not by Loki)

You were on cloud nine.

You and Loki had just got married. He was driving a brand new Hudson Hornet with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your knee, making you feel all warm inside.

God, you loved him so much.

When the car pulled up, you finally saw your new home, and it was perfect. Loki knew you wanted a big house with a big yard, so the dog and (you were still trying to convince Loki that this was a great idea) your future kids could have a place to play.

He opened the car door for you and held out your hand. You grabbed it and the second your feet hit the ground, Loki carried you bridal style, making you giggle. He used his magic to open the door and you two entered the house. He got you back on your feet again, and you both started exploring the living room, which had an open concept to the kitchen and the decor was cosy and luxurious at the same time. You were so happy that you jumped into your loving husband's arms and kissed him, and he immediately kissed you back.

"I love you, Y/n/n" He called you by your childhood nickname, which made you blush, and he pulled you in for another kiss just because he could. You were finally his wife, and he's never been happier. ***

Frigga was teaching Loki magic in the study hall. The young Asgardian prince always had a spectacular gift for magic, and he was also very intelligent. Loki was decent at fighting but not as good as the heir to the throne, Thor. His older brother was extremely powerful, but he lacked Loki's brilliant mind or even any interest in the Asgardian arts of magic. Thus, from a very young age, everyone saw Thor as the future king of Asgard and the Nine Realms, a born fighter and 'The Golden Child', as Loki liked to call him. Loki was just the weird, introverted prince that a lot of people liked to pretend didn't exist.

Loki and his mother heard a knock on the door and Frigga answered with a simple 'Come in' and you appeared.

You were wearing a simple pink dress with purple accents, and your hair was tied up in typical Asgard braids.

Your mother, Halldis, was Frigga's best friend. Halldis and her husband were given the title of Lady and Lord of the royal court when Frigga became queen. They've lived in the palace ever since Lady Halldis got pregnant with you.

"Hello, sweetie. How may I help you?" the queen asked gently.

You gave her a sweet smile.

"Hi, Aunt Frigga. Thor and I were playing in the royal garden, and we wanted to know when Loki was going to finish his classes so he could play with us."

Loki immediately frowned.

He would rather die than admit it, but he always thought you were beautiful and sweet and Loki would love to be friends with you, especially when you always seemed so excited about interacting with him.

But you liked Thor better; just like everyone else. You were just feeling sorry for him, that's all. You probably didn't even like him. Nobody liked him, why would you? "I don't want to play your pathetic childish games, Y/n. Go away!" he exclaimed.

Loki saw your smile slide quickly into an expression of hurt disappointment and your eyes glistened with tears, even though you refused to let them fall.

The dark-haired prince had a bit of a mess of memories from then on. He could never be sure if you actually looked down at your feet while whispering something about how sorry you were for upsetting him or whether or not Frigga had given him a long speech about how extremely rude his behaviour was and that he was grounded for the next 20 years. The one thing he was sure would haunt him forever was that you, sunshine in person, were crying at that very moment because of him.

***

"Do we really need to do this, darling?" Loki whimpered as you applied lipstick to your lips.

You chuckled as you looked in the mirror to see the reflection of your husband who was with a grumpy face.

"Yes, my love, we do. Wanda and Vision are lovely people and they invited us to dinner tonight, so we will." You answered.

"But I hate people. Except you, everyone else just... pisses me off and bores me the hell out."

You rolled your eyes and stood up, walking over and stopping in front of him to tie his tie.

"Stop being so dramatic, Lo. We're going to have fun, I promise. But if you feel uncomfortable, just 'If'," You gave him a death stare. "We will come back home right away, okay?" He nodded, and you stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

***

Loki knocked on the door and instead of being greeted by Wanda or Vision, you were both greeted by Agnes.

"Oh! Y/n, Loki! You both are right on time! Come in, come in!"

The two of you looked at each other before you simply walked into the house, following the raven-haired woman and Loki, in turn, followed you like a lost puppy.

Apparently, today Vision's boss - and Loki's too - and his wife came to visit your friend and her husband. You were about to comment to Loki that you two had better go home when Agnes discreetly commented (So Mr and Mrs Heart would not notice anything wrong) that Wanda needed as much help as possible in the kitchen. Loki swore under his breath but you chose to ignore him and followed Agnes into the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, Wanda immediately tried to disguise the floating plates and bowls while you and Agnes politely pretended to didn't see anything.

"Oh, Y/n! I'm so glad you came!" The redhead exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. She pulled away from you to explain her situation. "I completely forgot about dinner with the Heart's today. Please help me; I have absolutely nothing prepared!"

Meanwhile, Loki was sitting next to Vision and facing Mrs Heart. He didn't like his boss very much (Loki complained about Mister Heart every Wednesday night to you while you two did skincare together and he painted your toenails) But even though he didn't like the man, he was still his boss; and people were very easy to fall for Loki Laufeyson's charm and smooth talk. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it to get people in his good graces. He was irresistible. That's how he won you over.

Well… At least that was the story he told you.

***

"LOKI!"

The young prince was at Bifrost hall belonged to Heimdall, planning a massacre of the Midgardian city that Thor was sheltering in when he heard your voice calling his name, more furious than he had ever heard in his life.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?! Thor was banished from Asgard and you should be doing your best to help him and bring him back, but no! You're planning a coup d'état and I don't doubt that you're trying to kill my best friend!" you both were face to face now. Your breath was heavy and hot on his face. Even in low heels, you had to stand on tiptoe to face him in the eye. Loki's hands were clasped behind his back, his posture was straight, oozing confidence and superiority, and his facial expression was neutral. It was his way of disguising how much his heart was racing and how much his mind was screaming at him to just end the distance between the two of you. He wanted nothing more than to taste you on his tong-.

"I know you've never seen me this way, Loki, but I consider you my friend. You may never have confided in me, but I know you feel left out by Thor and I know you wanted to be king and I'm genuinely sorry, okay? You never deserved to be second. You're worth so much and I'm sorry you were never recognized as you deserve. Please, Loki. Thor has his flaws, but he loves you and he doesn't deserve it. Please…"

Before you could continue speaking, Loki subtly nodded and Heimdall sighed in frustration before drawing his sword to open the Bifrost Bridge and send you to join Thor in Midgard. Loki only had a few milliseconds to stare at the panic in your eyes as you realized what he was doing before you disappeared right before his eyes.

It was better this way, he tried to convince himself. You preferred Thor; always preferred. It was only right that you should be sent to him. Not to mention he didn't deserve all that empty flattery from you. You just wanted to save Thor and you were using your smooth talk to try to convince him to help his brother. But he couldn't deny that, deep down, he fervently wanted your words to be true.

***

Dinner went well. It had its unforeseen, but nothing too extreme. At some point, you felt your head spinning and you could have sworn that, suddenly, dinner had turned into a bizarre déjà vu, but your husband just kissed your knuckles and said you were just tired when you told him about it as you lay in your shared bed. He kissed you good night and you rested your head on his chest, quickly falling asleep.

***

You woke up with the feeling of several kisses being deposited on your neck. It tickled and you started to laugh. Your laugh was contagious and before you knew it, Loki was laughing with you. When you both calmed down, he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Good morning my queen." Your husband murmured against your skin. Your hands began to caress his scalp and he sighed contentedly.

"You remember today is the talent show, right?" You asked.

"Of course, I remember, sweetheart. Would you like to practice one last time so you feel more confident?" Loki wasn't happy about participating in the show at all, but he knew it was pointless to argue with you. Not to mention that he knew it was important to you and that you got upset when he refused to do something with you or when he did things grudgingly. He needed to be the best husband in the world for you.

"I don't see the need. We're doing this for charity and fun. We don't have to be the best." You explained to him.

Normally, Loki was extremely competitive. However, he didn't even want to go to that show in the first place. If you were happy, so was he.

You both got out of bed. He always insisted on getting up after you and not in a thousand years would you have guessed he did that just so he could admire your ass. After putting a robe over your nightgown, you went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Loki hated cooking. But even so, he always made a point of helping you in the kitchen. He always insisted that just because you were a housewife didn't mean he didn't have to help you too. You melted every time he said it because he meant every single word. You had so many neighbours who were mothers and housewives who spent the whole day doing their best for the family without any help and didn't receive a single affection or gratitude from the husband who spent the whole day 'Working too hard' as if those women work meant less. You loved to take care of your home, but you still loved it when your husband insisted on doing all the dishes because "Your cooking was great, my queen. It's the least I can do" or when he made the bed, set the table and did the laundry without you asking. Every time you thanked him, he would tell you to stop being ridiculous, as he was doing the bare minimum as a husband. You really couldn't have wished for a better partner.

Loki always said you made the best pancakes in the world. You thought they were good, but not the best in the world. You were grateful anyway.

"Darling, it's already 10:00 am! I need to go to the planning committee and you need to attend the neighbourhood watch meeting" You commented after checking the time on the kitchen clock.

You didn't let Loki join you in the shower (which he thought was absurd) and within 15 minutes you were both ready. He kissed you on the forehead and you both went your separate ways.

Wanda and Agnes arrived a few seconds before you. Wanda hugged you and Agnes followed suit. You didn't quite know what to feel about the brunette woman. But if your friend liked her, Agnes was probably an amazing person. Deep down.

Dottie was every bit as perfectionist and arrogant as Agnes had described, but there wasn't much you could do about it. You were sitting between Wanda and Agnes, so you can hear the conversation between Wanda and a girl named Geraldine. She seemed to be very kind, and it's always nice to make new friends, right?

"Hi! Sorry to interrupt you, but my name is Y/n, Wanda's friend. Nice to meet you!" You said, extending your hand friendly for her to shake.

Apparently, Geraldine hadn't noticed you before, because as soon as she did, she looked like she'd seen a ghost. Her jaw dropped and she was frozen for a few seconds before she pulled herself together and answered you.

"H-hi! I'm Geraldine. N-nice to meet you!" She finally shook your hand after getting completely lost in her own words.

You couldn't follow anything else for the rest of the meeting. Maybe you made a bad impression on Geraldine and you couldn't understand why. But you decided to put that aside. Not everyone was required to like you and there was nothing wrong with that.

***

The meeting had already started 20 minutes before Vision showed up. Loki rolled his eyes. The two of them interacted frequently because their wives were friends and Loki had no problem with their friendship. But Loki was as new in town as Vision and yet Vision always seemed so… out of place. It was always obvious that he was desperately trying to fit in while anyone would swear Loki has lived in Westview all his life. So much so that he was a member and Vision was unaware that it was a members-only meeting.

To be fair, Vision wouldn't have been interested in being a member if he knew that the "Meetings" were a great front for a kind of men's club where everyone ate and "talked about" the most talked about topics in town concerning the lives of others. Gossip, basically. But people said that "Gentlemen don't gossip". Midgardians were very strange.

Loki had to restrain himself from laughing as he watched Vision's dilemma over having food offered to him. Nobody in that town had noticed that Vision was a robot. But who was Loki to judge? It's not like he and his wife don't have their own secrets buried in their backyards.

There was nothing Loki could do to stop Vision from chewing the gum Herb had offered him, even though he knew the chance of something bad happening was extremely high. Everything related to Wanda Maximoff was chaos.

He was obviously right.

The gum got stuck between the inner gears of Vision and now he looked as drunk as a skunk. Fortunately, no one but Loki seemed to notice Vision's sudden strange behaviour. Loki looked at that ugly Strucker watch (which he only wore because it was a gift from you) and realized he was late for the damn talent show. He let the group of men know about the show and they all left the library. When there were exactly three blocks left for the place of the show, Loki realized that Vision wasn't walking with them, but the Asgardian kept walking, after all, that wasn't his problem.

***

Vision was acting very strangely (Correction: More than usual). In several moments he almost revealed who he and his wife really were, but Wanda managed to be creative enough to convince everyone that all the wonders of the show were just cheap tricks (And she still managed to amuse the audience and got a standing ovation). As soon as they finished their presentation, it was your turn to perform alongside Loki.

It's not that you sang badly, but Loki had a beautiful voice that he always refused to show the world. After spending three weeks begging him daily to sing, he eventually relented.

Geraldine positioned the two of you on the stage (She still wasn't looking you in the eye) and you sat down at the piano to play the song while Loki sang. Loki's only condition for singing in front of all of Westview was that he would be the one choosing the song. To your relief, he chose L-O-V-E, one of your favourite songs. Everyone was shocked when they realized that Loki Laufeyson was going to sing. Little did they know that unfortunately for Loki, he would hang the stars in the sky if you asked him to. You smiled encouragingly at him before starting to play on the piano that Wanda had discreetly created because she had destroyed the original. As you'd expect, everyone was enthralled by Loki's voice and you both got a standing ovation. You jumped into Loki's arms and hugged him. He returned the hug immediately, not caring who was watching.

***

''I'm so proud of you, Lo! you were fantastic up there on stage! – You said excitedly. Loki kissed your temple and dragged you to sit on his lap on the couch.

''You were amazing too, my queen. But I still can't believe I submitted to that.''

You rolled your eyes before leaning in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

''Y/n/n, wait. Are you…feeling it too?'' He asked, frowning slightly.

It was only then that you noticed a delicious tingle that spread over every inch of your skin, tickling. You immediately took to noticing your living room, your clothes, and your husband. Everything was… taking on colour.

That was undoubtedly one of the most wonderful moments of your life. Seeing something you were so familiar with turn into something so beautiful and surreal was just magical. Your husband got even more handsome (Something you didn't even know was possible) and his beautiful eyes, which you now knew were green, were looking at you as if you were the most perfect thing to ever walk the planet earth. You could already feel your cheeks starting to heat up when suddenly you felt… A kick?

Loki was still holding you, so he felt it too. You both glanced at your belly at the same time only to realize that you now had a baby bump.

You were pregnant.

*** Those damned Chitauris spread out like worms through a Midgardian city that you would have found divine in other circumstances. After stabbing three Chitauris at once with your sword, you watched Loki get blown up by one of Agent Barton's arrows with a satisfied smile. He landed on the roof of Stark Tower and you and Agent Romanoff made your ways to the roof intending to get to the God of Mischief, but the Hulk attacked him before either of you had the chance. The scene of that huge green creature slamming Loki to the ground several times as if he weighed nothing would forever be one of his favourite moments.

Dr. Selvig was still dazed on the ground beside the portal. He explained that Loki's sceptre would be able to close the portal and he and Agent Romanoff agreed that it would be best if you held it since you were an Asgardian. You were almost able to close the portal using the golden sceptre when Stark's voice protested through the listening devices, stating that it was necessary to get rid of one more bomb. To your horror, he entered the portal passage with the large explosive object.

You didn't know Tony Stark very well, but you knew he was a well-meaning and intelligent man, and you felt saddened by his death, even though you knew that thanks to his sacrifice the Chitauris were dead. Rogers asked you to close the portal. You hesitated for a second, but Agent Romanoff put her hand on your shoulder and gave you a sad smile in an attempt to comfort you. From what you observed in the redheaded woman, she was very closed off and extremely cold and rational, so seeing her trying to make things easier and more comfortable for you meant a lot. You closed your eyes to gain courage and the portal was finally closed. By some miracle, huge red and gold armour appeared falling from the skies and you felt strangely glad that a man you barely knew was all right.

Later that day, the other Avengers said goodbye to you and Thor, who needed to get Loki and the Tesseract back to Asgard. And at the same time that you missed home, you had a bad feeling that very soon everything you knew and loved would undergo drastic changes. Despite all the nightmares Loki caused and the optimism of all Midgardians that everything would be all right now, you couldn't silence the little voice in your head that warned you that this was just the beginning of something much worse to come.

***

Loki was dead.

Again.

For real this time.

In his first supposed death, you weren't there in his ''Final Moments'' and you were still blinded by rage at his betrayal, but now that he had sacrificed himself to save Thor and you were beside him when Loki breathed his last, you could feel your heart (which was already broken by the tragic death of the woman you saw as a second mother) shattering into a million pieces. You'd been stabbed before and you were sure the blade piercing your skin had hurt less than watching your childhood friend die.

When you were sure that you had already reached the apex of pain, Thor Odinson, the great God of thunder, heir to Asgard and the nine Realms threw his arms around your waist, buried his face in the crook of your neck and cried like a little kid. You would have given up anything to take away all the sadness and pain that big man who was actually a cinnamon roll was feeling. Your best friend had lost his brother and you would have gladly switched places with Loki if that made Thor happy.

But the only thing you could do at the moment was hug him tight and pray that his blond hair would dry your own tears of pain.

***

Doctor Nielson said you and the baby were healthy.

Of course, that information wasn't enough and the poor middle-aged gentleman was bombarded with dozens of questions from your husband who was more overprotective than ever now that you were carrying his child.

You and Loki had already decorated the baby's room, and right now Loki was reading the third parenting book for the month. Wanda had told you that Vision was acting the same way and that they were even exchanging and indicating books to each other.

Being pregnant at the same time as your best friend is just magical.

You were about to go shower when Loki came running up to you with his phone in his hand and a face that was full of animation. You've never grabbed a phone so fast in your life and a few seconds later, you're sure you'd be bouncing if you didn't have a baby inside you.

Wanda had twins. Billy and Tommy.

Loki took the two of you to Wanda's house and the first thing he saw was your friends looking exhausted because the twins wouldn't stop crying. They thanked you both immensely for your and Loki's help (Loki was slightly compelled to do this, but the important thing is that he helped).

A few hours later, Agnes knocked on the door and the four of you started chatting. When the five of you went to check on the twins, they had aged a good five years, but you chose not to question it.

The next day, your water broke.

After that, it all went so fast. You and Loki opted for hospital delivery, so he quickly grabbed the maternity bag and put you both in the car. The nurses were extremely kind and careful with you, and even though Loki called Wanda and Vision as soon as you two arrived at the hospital, your baby was already in your arms.

It was a girl.

She was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen, even though she looked just like any other baby a few minutes old. Her little face was puffy and red, she was screaming and crying like crazy and she was so tiny, but you already loved her more than anything in this world.

When you looked at your husband, he was completely transfixed looking at your daughter. You'd seen him give that look of pure adoration just for you, but now he looked at that little pink package like all of a sudden the world made sense because she was in it.

Loki was too scared to hold her because he was afraid of letting the baby girl fall, but you helped him and he immediately started crying.

He sat next to you on the gurney and kissed your temple tenderly and looked into your eyes with so much emotion that you felt dizzy.

"I love you so much, Y/n Laufeyson. Every day I think about how you are the strongest, most wonderful woman I've ever known and I can never express how grateful I am to be able to be with you and... Now you've given me my little girl and I never thought it was humanly possible that my love for you could triple.'' He kissed you passionately before looking down at his daughter.

''Welcome to the world, my Astrid.''

*** ''So what you're saying is that my brother and Wanda Maximoff are in a world where Vision and Y/n are alive?'' Thor questioned Darcy.

The two hadn't spoken for a long time and technically he shouldn't be in a confidential area where SWORD was working, but the scientist thought Thor deserved to know what was happening.

''Jimmy described it as 'A sitcom starring two Avengers.' But apparently, Loki and Y/n are supporting characters. Not only that, apparently all the other 'Characters' are real people who seem to be under some mind control to act as if the fact that Vision and Y/n are alive and living married lives in the suburbs is something perfectly normal.'' Thor didn't have the heart to voice it, but he felt that Loki was definitely not under mind control. Thor wasn't blind, he knew his brother was in love with Y/n since they were kids and he knew Loki was suffering a lot from her death, but he would never expect anything like... this.

''As Wanda seems to be the 'Protagonist', we're trying to contact her to understand what's going on, but she hasn't responded to the radio, Agent Franklin has disappeared and our drone has been turned into a toy helicopter. They even censored the broadcast! It's like whoever is controlling this will do anything to keep these people captive.''

Thor had seen young Wanda's powers in action and knew she was very powerful. He also knew grief all too well. By then he has already greeted it like an old friend, so he knew what the pain of losing someone loved could do to a person's mind. He was sure that those responsible for this mess and Westview's captivity were Wanda or his brother. Maybe it was even both. But he knew that neither Wanda nor Loki wanted to be 'saved'.

***

Thor knew you were strong and powerful. You were an Avenger and a member of the Asgard army who had saved Thor's ass many times before and he knew you were an amazing team on the battlefield. Unfortunately, before he was a warrior, he was your childhood best friend, who always took advantage of the fact that you don't have siblings to claim the big brother role. He said it was a family matter, but you know he was just scared because Hela had destroyed the Mjölnir and since he didn't know how powerful she was, he sent you to help Heimdall protect the people of Asgard to make sure you wouldn't get hurt. Thor said that he and Loki (yes, the bastard was alive) would take care of Hela. You had your doubts.

You and Heimdall taking care of everything well. You two had already annihilated several of Hela's 'Soldiers' and were now protecting the Asgardians in a secret fortress hidden in the forest. You were helping an elderly lady relax when Heimdall made everyone's blood (including yours) run cold.

"She's here.''

Quickly you and the guardian worked hard to get the people of Asgard to evacuate through the back of the fortress towards Bifrost. You were almost there when you came across Hela's huge beast. Immediately, everyone retreated, but on the other side of the bridge was an enemy army. Even with a giant spaceship providing cover when shooting the beast, you, Heimdall and other Asgardians were forced to fight back. Suddenly, something fell out of the ship and… Wait a minute, was that Bruce Banner?!?! Someone tugged at your shirt sleeve. You looked down only to find a toddler pointing at something that, despite being partially covered in fog, was definitely huge.

"Your saviour is here!''

You were never so happy to see that stupid man in your entire life.

***

When the three of you got back home, you begged Loki to let you buy a puppy. It would be great for Astrid's development, you argued, of course, Loki was reluctant because he knew your own selfish motives, although you were right about dogs having a positive impact on babies' lives, so a few days later he showed up at the house with the cutest Corgi puppy you've ever seen. You two named him Argos and he and Astrid immediately fell in love with each other.

It didn't take long for Astrid to grow up. She was a very sweet little girl who looked exactly like you. The only thing she had inherited from her father was his mesmerizing green eyes. She was also best friends with Billy and Tommy, the three children spent hours just playing in the backyard with Argos every day.

Today, when Astrid went to play at the boys' house, they had adopted a puppy named Sparky. Loki preferred to stay at home to build a playground for Astrid, and the kids were already making thousands of plans to play in the backyard of your house with Argos and Sparky who would definitely be friends. When you asked Wanda where Vision was, she said he was at work. Today was Saturday, but you preferred not to comment on anything.

The twins freaked out, and Wanda had to explain how couples sometimes fall out before her kids thought Vision was tired of them.

You didn't know that Wanda and Vision were fighting, but you chose not to get involved. Instead, you asked Wanda if she'd like you to take the kids to the community pool. She quickly accepted and ten minutes later you and the kids were leaving Wanda home alone so she could put the gourd back in place. That was all the help you could offer her for now.

***

It was Halloween. Astrid wanted to dress up as Wednesday Addams, which you thought was weird, as the two of them couldn't have more opposite personalities, but you agreed. To match, you had Loki dress up as Gomez and you dressed up as Morticia. Your husband pretended he thought you all looked ridiculous, but you knew he loved it. Loki didn't want to go on patrol today, he preferred to 'Enjoy his girls'. All you can do is roll your eyes, leave more kibble in the pot for Argos, and take your little family to meet Wanda and the twins.

When you finally found them, you were introduced to Pietro, Wanda's brother. He tried to flirt with you, but a single deadly stare from Loki directed at him made the silver-haired man immediately shut up.

Billy, Tommy, Astrid and Pietro were causing real chaos around the neighbourhood, which drove you and Wanda crazy, but Loki said that mischief was always welcome on Halloween and had no problem letting his daughter terrorize the neighbours next door with her friends.

You and Wanda forced the children (Pietro included) to return all the stolen sweets. That took a few hours, but once they were done, Tommy used his super speed to take Astrid and Billy to get more candy (The right way this time), leaving You, Loki, Wanda and Pietro alone.

The four of you ate and talked as you made your way to the area where a Halloween pumpkin display was being held. Everything was going well until Pietro started commenting about how 'Thanks to Wanda' people were happier and that despite everything, they were having a good and peaceful life. You didn't notice when Loki and Wanda exchanged side-eye glances for a full three milliseconds before Loki got up so fast you were sure he got dizzy and dragged you away from the Maximoff twins claiming he wanted to buy toffee apples for you both.

You were so confused by his (and Pietro's) sudden bizarre behaviour that it took you approximately 30 seconds to react. When you finally snapped out of your befuddled state, you dug your feet into the ground and faced your husband.

"Loki, what the hell was that? What do you mean by buying toffee apples? You hate toffee apples. And I know Pietro is kind of weird but he seemed very sane at the tim-" You were interrupted.

"That was nothing Y/n, you're imagining things. Pietro Maximoff is a lunatic, we both know that.

"Something tells me you don't believe a single word you're saying yourself. I don't know what he means but I feel like you do." You confronted him.

Honestly, you never noticed anything strange around you. Your life and that of your neighbours appeared to be completely normal. But Pietro said something that bothered you. Of course, you had problems, but they were many... Simple. Just minor inconveniences that more seemed to be happening to give some sense of normalcy. People always said that some things were too good to be true.

Maybe Pietro wasn't a lunatic after all.

But you knew Loki long enough to know you weren't going to win that argument. So you let him lead you by the hand to the toffee apples stand and pretended not to notice how hard he was trying to look like he was genuinely enjoying the candy and that he was not wanting to throw up.

***

How?

You had been decorated as the best warrior in Asgard countless times. You had protected Gods. You were a heroine adored by billions of people and had already survived so many adventures that you could have easily written a bestselling book about yourself (That's what the most epic books of all time were called according to Stark). And yet, how could you be so… useless?

You had lost your beloved home and on the same day you had to watch the brutal extermination of almost half of your people and you could barely defend them. You barely made it out alive, for Odin's sake!

All Thanos' fault. That titan son of a bitch you would have sold your soul just for the chance to execute and watch his scaphism. You knew he had an army of titans. You knew all the stories about how Thanos was considered practically invincible. But even so, you couldn't help hating yourself for not being enough and for letting your people down.

But by the time Thanos demanded Loki hand over the Tesseract or he'd kill Thor, you knew Loki well enough to know he'd try one last thing. But you no longer thought your life was worth much. All your instinct for self-preservation has long since disappeared.

If you had to die to protect the princes of your kingdom, that's exactly what you would do.

When the Titan pinned Thor and killed Heimdall right after defeating the Hulk, you did the first thing that popped into your head. You snatched the hypercube from Loki's hand at lightning speed and ran towards Thanos

''Here. Take the Tesseract and do whatever you want with it, just go away and leave us alone. I beg you.'' You looked pathetic like that. One of the most powerful elements in the galaxy was in your hands, and yet you were on your knees, weeping and begging for a monster to spare the rest of your people. Thanos looked at you like for a few seconds before taking the Tesseract.

''I have heard much about you, daughter of Halldis. You are known as a hero. You were wise to accept the fate of this galaxy and collaborate with the greater good.'' He said before taking his army with him and leaving you surrounded by corpses and wounded people. Thor and Loki were alive. You were useful for something.

But why did you feel so… selfish? Of course, you weren't a sociopath, but still, for a few seconds, Thanos saw you as an equal.

Hero, they called you.

But at that moment you knew you were a fraud. You felt a genuine disgust with yourself and stopped believing in the mercy of the gods. If they really were merciful, they would have let you die in that carnage.

The life of any Asgardian seemed worth a thousand times more than yours. You just didn't deserve to live.

***

Loki had left Astrid at Wanda's house to play with the twins. Astrid was always playing with the twins, so you wouldn't suspect a thing. Of course, it wasn't morally right of Loki to dilute sleeping pills in the milk on the cereal he gave you this morning. But in his defence, he was going through something he never thought he would.

He was freaking out.

Loki Laufeyson had never felt that in all his thousands of years of life.

He always had things planned out and always made sure everything went exactly as he had so meticulously envisioned. Of course, not even the most detailed man in the world could control every situation every time. But even when things didn't go as Loki had planned, he always managed to stay calm and most of the time he had a plan b. When he didn't have a plan b, he quickly found a way to save his ass. Cunning as a fox, you once remarked.

The problem is that Loki was always a completely rational person who never got into a situation without weighing all the pros and cons before giving a second thought to make sure it was worth it.

You were the first impulsive decision he made. He was crying hysterically as he felt his heart being torn apart and the next minute he was driving in a car with you holding his hand. He didn't think about what could go wrong, he was so distracted in his bubble of happiness with you that he completely forgot that something could go off the rails at any second.

And that's exactly what happened.

All the decorations in the house were changing every five seconds. Loki's magic and yours were out of control and the Asgardian God was beginning to sense that everything was about to fall apart. But he couldn't bear it, he just couldn't.

Not again.

So he had to do something that he always tried to avoid as much as possible, but unfortunately, it was his only alternative. He needed to talk to Wanda.

*** How the hell did he end up here?

He was at Wanda's house when one of those nosy agents Wanda had kicked out showed up. Wanda was starting to lose control, so Agnes took the redhead to her house. Loki still needed to speak with Wanda, so he followed the two women. The hostess made him and Wanda sit down on the sofa and then Loki slowly came to his senses. Why the hell did Agnes have so many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in her living room while a children's cartoon was playing on TV?

Now that Loki had stopped to notice things, he really felt something was missing when he walked into Wan's house...

"Maximoff, where is my daughter?" he asked, staring at the woman with daggers in his eyes.

She was still a little flustered, so it took her a few seconds before she processed his words and shook her head.

''Oh… I-I…''

Loki immediately made a dagger materialize in his hand and placed the blade against Wanda's throat.

''I'll just repeat it one more time, Maximoff. Where…" He didn't have time to finish his threat because Agnes came back into the room.

''Mr. Laufeyson, there's no need for violence, for God's sake! Astrid and the boys are probably just playing in the basement.'' Agnes butted in before Loki committed murder. The man immediately grabbed Wanda by the collar (he wouldn't let her go until he was sure his little girl was okay) and dragged her down the basement stairs in search of the children.

Loki didn't know what he expected to find in that basement; but finding multiple vines-covered columns, elaborately macabre-looking stained-glass windows, and dozens of dark magic elements were definitely not on his list.

And then suddenly, the brunette woman Loki had never liked had locked the door with her… Magic.

''The name is Agatha Harkness. Lovely to finally meet you.''

Shit.

***

''I still can't believe you of all people learned to cook. A voice behind you commented.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile.

As ironic as it seems, Loki was the one who helped you out of your self-hatred state after Thanos' victory and since then the two of you have put your differences aside and decided to try to help what's left of the world as much as possible. Thor named Valkyrie king of new Asgard and you became the Goddess of Fidelity.

You never felt you deserved the title.

Loki was the royal advisor and was doing an excellent job restoring Asgard alongside the new king. You and he spent all the Sundays with Thor to cheer him up and take care of his mental health. You helped Steve through every therapy session because you knew how difficult it was for him to try to maintain Sam's legacy like that. You and Loki also babysat Morgan one night a month so Pepper and Tony could go on dates, and even though he pretended to hate babysitting, you knew Loki was crazy about the little girl.

You two lived in the Avengers tower with Natasha to monitor the state of the galaxy in monthly meetings with Denvers, the raccoon, Rhodes and Okoye. Since the three of you lived alone and the last time Nat or Loki entered a kitchen they set the place on fire while trying to cook an egg, you were practically forced to learn how to cook. After five years of practice, you've become quite the cook.

At the moment you were making lasagna because Nat had been tired lately and that was her favourite dish.

''If I hadn't learned, the three of us would have starved to death years ago.'' You joked. So-so.

''Despite all the difficulties living in this nightmare causes, I feel strangely happy,'' Loki commented.

You both knew it was wrong. Billions of people had lost their families and friends, including you and Loki. But the two of you couldn't help but enjoy the chaotic routine you had built up together. He was far better company than you could ever dream of.

''After you're done with dinner, we could binge-watch Modern Family,'' he suggested.

''Loki we binge-watched Modern Family six times!'' You complained.

After putting the lasagna in the oven, you turned to face your friend, only to realize he was closer than you thought.

In the last few years that he's been by your side, you can get to know the real Loki. Not the man you've spent the last few years seeing as someone deserving only hatred or pity. He had changed a lot after the Snap, and you finally got to see what a caring, smart, funny, gentlemanly and occasionally kind man he was. And well, up close, you couldn't deny how handsome he was. His eyes looked at you adoringly and suddenly the air was very hot and the atmosphere had changed. He lowered his eyes to your lips and…

God, he was going to kiss you.

The man who has spent his entire life avoiding and infuriating you would kiss you and your stomach couldn't be more full of butterflies. Your heart was beating wildly in anticipation and you'd never wanted anything as badly as you wanted to feel his lips against yours.

But just as he was about to finally close the tortuous distance between you both, Natasha called you into the room to see to some business urgently. You and Loki reluctantly obey the redhead only to find her and Steve looking at the security camera footage. The shock was written on both of their faces and as you and Loki looked at the footage, you too were shocked as well.

Scott Lang was alive?!?!

***

Apparently, Wanda was wrong about the state of Westview's population. They were definitely not doing well in suburban life designed to be perfect. He hated to admit it, but Wanda needed to set them free, there was nothing Loki could do.

You wouldn't want any of this if you were alive.

He was also right about everything ending in chaos. You had woken up and gone to the square looking for him and despite wanting desperately to take you in his arms and assure you that everything was going to be okay, he was tired of lying to you. Agatha Harkness fought against the Scarlet Witch (Apparently the legend was very real and he felt stupid for not realizing the truth about Wanda Maximoff before) and Agatha was defeated.

Wanda took Loki's hand and pulled him away from his and Wanda's family so they could have some privacy.

''I-I'm sorry.'' The most powerful woman in the universe looked so small and vulnerable in front of him. Loki would never know what came over him, but he let her cry into his chest as he stroked her back.

''I'm also... sorry, Maximoff.''

Wanda and Loki weren't friends and probably never would be. But they carried the pain of a difficult past and having lost their lovers and with it their prospects for happiness in the future. He hated to admit it, but he would always feel a deep connection with Wanda and he knew she felt the same.

Wanda went to her house to enjoy her last moments with her family and Loki did the same. Astrid was sitting on his shoulders and you were holding his hand the whole way home. When he looked at you, you gave him a sad and reassuring smile at the same time and every time you did he could feel his eyes burning, his body desperate to curl up in the fetal position and cry.

You arrived home and while you sang an Asgardian lullaby to Astrid, who was hugging Argos, the little girl was falling asleep with her face buried in her father's chest. She might be young, but she could feel that this would be the end, but she needed to enjoy the last moments with her family the same way every other moment was spent: With a smile on her face.

You four deserved this.

When she and Argos were finally asleep, Loki settled her on the bed and kissed her on the cheek. He pretended not to notice the tear left on his daughter's face right after you kissed her.

You two went to your room and lay down on the bed so you could cuddle and simply feel the warmth of each other's bodies. So that the hearts of two lovers would beat in the same rhythm. You stayed that way for three minutes, three hours or three years; Loki could never tell. But then you cupped his face and kissed him. You kissed him with all the pure love you felt for him. It was a kiss so painfully sweet he wanted to cry for the twentieth time that day. You rested your head on his chest so his heartbeat lulled you to sleep. When Loki realized you were unconscious, he wanted to sleep too. All he wanted was to spend the rest of his life in your arms, in that bed. But he did not allow himself to fall asleep.

Loki knew you wouldn't be there when he woke up.

***

You thought you were used to the pain of losing people you loved. That your heart was already so broken that if someone else important to you died, it wouldn't hurt so much anymore.

When Barton came back alone and with that look in his eyes like he'd just seen his whole world destroyed, you knew Natasha was gone.

You cried for hours, shedding so many tears you could almost feel your body drying out. Natasha had suffered so much in her life and yet she knew how to be kind and give her all to help others. She always supported you and managed to comfort you when no one noticed you were not okay in the first place. One of the strongest and most wonderful women in the world had died as she had lived: Doing the impossible and beyond to save people who didn't even care about her.

And that's why all of you were here. On the battlefield in the most epic fight you've ever been on a mission to destroy Thanos and his army. Natasha had sacrificed her own life so that you all could save the world and none of you could let her die in vain.

That's how you ended up the same way you did five years ago. Kneeling at Thanos' feet as he won, as it was always meant to be.

''I am Inevitable'' He smiled sickly as he felt total victory as he snapped his fingers to finally get rid of humanity forever. Some things were just… Meant to be. Like Thanos' success in his mission. The universe was always in his favour for him to be succeeded.

But not today.

Excruciating physical pain shot through your body as you felt your right arm burn from the overwhelming amount of power coursing through your veins from the stones in your hand. You definitely wouldn't survive this.

But you had decided a long time ago that you didn't deserve to live.

''And I… Am…,'' You were making a superhuman effort to speak, but you ignored the pain and finished uttering your last words. It was time to finally find your way to Valhalla and find your parents. Aunt Frigga. Heimdall. Your Asgardian people.

Nat.

''... The Goddess of Fidelity''. You snapped your fingers and then everything went dark.

***

Thor knew he had no right to interfere, but he couldn't help but rage as he saw the looks of scorn and disgust directed at his brother and Wanda Maximoff that the residents of Westview and the S.W.O.R.D agents were sending their way. Of course, the two were wrong to enslave an entire city, but they had just lost everything. Why couldn't people understand that by willingly destroying the barrier, Loki and Wanda had given up their last chance to be happy? Why couldn't they stop feeling sorry for themselves for a second to try and reflect that those two were grieving and desperately trying to deal with this horrible feeling that no one deserved to go through?

They were all so arrogant. As if they wouldn't use Wanda's powers to bring loved ones back if they had the opportunity.

But the God of Thunder swallowed his anger and went after Loki.

He was so busy with his own grief over losing his dearest friend that he completely forgot that he wasn't the only one grieving. Now Loki was even more broken than before and there was nothing Thor could do but try to comfort him.

While you were alive, you fought tirelessly for him and Loki to have a true brotherly relationship by loving each other unconditionally. And damn him if he let anything you've fought for in your life go to waste.

Thor found Loki sitting on a bench in a small square near Westview. He was admiring the setting sun with an unreadable expression on his face.

''There's nothing I can do, brother. Nothing in this world can bring her back. I… I just want you to know that I understand your pain and that I will be here with you for as long as it takes if it helps you feel better.'' Thor finally spoke after sitting down beside his brother and staying in silence for several minutes. He never needed to comfort people who were grieving before. Despite knowing it wasn't enough, the blond God was trying his best.

And Loki knew it.

He knew that Thor meant every word and that he would indeed be sitting beside him in silence, watching the sunset for the rest of eternity if that would make Loki feel any better. When he looked away from the west into Thor's baby blue eyes, Loki began to cry.

The Loki of a few decades ago would rather die than allow himself to be in such a vulnerable position in front of Thor. But this Loki could only feel gratitude for having a brother who loved him till the moon and back and would help him deal with his pain and his hysterical crying without the slightest bit of judgment. That he would let Loki stay in his embrace forever while trying to ease his pain, even if Thor himself was miserable.

He still hadn't made up his mind if he regretted going after Wanda the instant he heard about Westview. If he regretted asking for a happy life with Y/n to the redhead who accepted the proposal immediately because she understood Loki's pain and because you had been very sweet to her when you rescued her in Sokovia and she never had a chance to thank you or become your friend.

The only thing Loki was sure of was that his heart would never heal and that his biggest regret was spending more than a millennium being hopelessly in love with you and never telling you.

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The Call Of Fate, Chapter 20

It was the dreaded day.

Jade hadn’t slept at all. She’d been up all night playing her bass and screaming out into the empty hall. Unknown to her, Loki had been in the corner, watching and listening to her all night too.

She had wanted to be alone, which he'd accepted, but he couldn’t stop himself from being there, just to watch her, before he lost her forever. He knew he’d be able to see her occasionally when she came back to visit, which Fury assured everyone would be allowed to happen, but it wouldn’t be the same.

He felt selfish, in a sense, that his heart was breaking so much and how sad he felt. Because he knew it was one hundred percent worse for her. To be going through what she was… He couldn’t even begin to imagine it.

The whole team was sad to be seeing her go, and knowing what she was about to do. They were all there, waiting to say their goodbye’s, apart from Thor who had been AWOL for a few days. He had some peacekeeping to do in the nine realms.

When Jade walked into the dining room to see everyone, she was in her wedding dress. Loki thought she looked beautiful, as she would in anything, even in a bin bag. But he could tell she was uncomfortable in that dress. It did look restricting and wasn’t very flattering for her figure.

Loki hovered at the back, he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. Though the rest of the team knew to keep an eye on him in-case he tried anything stupid, which of course, had ran through his mind multiple times. But he knew it wouldn’t be in Jade’s best interest to do…

‘Take care of yourself kid. And come visit us plenty.’ Clint said as he gave her a big hug.

‘I will.’ She said quietly as she hugged him back.

‘And I promise, we will look after Loki.’ Clint whispered, making her give him an extra tight squeeze in response.

She hugged everyone in turn, they were all doing their best to keep their emotions in check. Though they were struggling.

Jade looked at Loki, he was the last one. She almost broke down in tears just looking at him, and so did he.

He forced on a smile as he cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. ‘You’re going to be fine.’ His voice was strained as he did his best to keep himself together... for her.

‘Thank you, Loki. For everything. I’m going to miss you so much.’ Jade sobbed, unable to contain herself anymore.

Loki pressed his forehead against hers as his own tears started to fall too.

‘I’m going to miss you more.’ He whispered.

The team’s hearts were breaking watching their goodbye, it was the saddest thing they’d ever seen.

‘I’m so scared.’ Jade said quietly.

‘I know, but you’re going to be ok. I know you are.’ Loki wiped her tears away from her cheeks, smudging her makeup. But with a flick of his wrist, he had it sorted for her.

‘He’s… he’s going to kill me for my tattoos and hair.’ Jade said as she motioned to herself.

Loki sadly waved his hand on front of her, he had her tattoos disappear and the blue in her hair disappeared too.

‘This will last for six hours, should be long enough to get through the worst of it.’ Loki said softly as he rubbed her arm.

Jade began crying again and hugged him tightly, she never wanted to let go. And as Loki wrapped his arms back around her too, he didn’t want to let go either.

‘Jade… I’m sorry, but we’ve got to get going.’ Fury said sadly.

Jade had never felt more terrified in her life.

‘Be strong, cupcake. You’ve got this.’ Loki whispered to her and kissed the top of her head.

Jade said nothing, she couldn’t say anything. They reluctantly let go of eachother and took a step back. Loki gave her hand a squeeze before she had to follow Fury to the jet. But she looked back over her shoulder, one last time at Loki, resisting the strong urge to run back to him and never let go.

As soon as she disappeared onto the jet, Loki let out a sob.

‘Loki…’ Natasha said softly as she approached him.

Loki ignored her, he stormed through the team and out of the room. Clint was about to go after him, but Steve grabbed his arm.

‘Best to leave him for now.’

Jade was sick twice when she arrived at the castle, where the wedding was to be held, her supposed new home, that she was not going to ever call home.

Everyone was horrible to her, apart from the maid who fixed up her dress one final time. She just kept quiet, but gave her pitying looks multiple times.

‘At least her tattoos are finally gone.’ Arthur’s mother scoffed loudly.

Jade was to wait just outside the hall doors, but she couldn’t take it any longer. She made a run for it, but was stopped instantly by two large guards who grabbed her arms and dragged her back to the doors, kicking and screaming.

‘There is no point fighting this.’ Her biological father hissed at her and gripped her arm tightly, bruising her as he didn’t let go of his hold.

And he keeps that tight hold when the doors opened and she was forced to walk down the aisle, with so many people there, she didn’t know any of them. And they were all sneering at her and whispering to one another.

Tears were streaming down her face as she knew there was no way out of it. This was to be her fate.

Arthur looked her up and down with a disgusted look on his face. He hummed and then turned to face the minister, who began speaking to everyone there.

In place of her biological father, a guard stood right next to her and kept a grip on her arm to stop her from attempting to run again. Which of course, did go through her mind.

She was in such a panic of upset and fear, she never heard anything the minister said, or that Arthur had already said I do. And they were waiting for her to say the same now.

Arthur turned to her and grabbed her arms roughly, he shook her back and fore as he shouted in her face. ‘ANSWER ME NOW! YOU WILL MARRY ME!’

Jade was so scared. She dreaded to think what would happen if she didn’t do as he said, if she dared to say no.

The minister repeated his question, and Arthur’s grip turned incredibly painful as he dug his fingers into her arms.

‘I… I…’ She stammered out, blinded by her tears and she was shaking from head to toe.

‘I do…’

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #fluffy loki #the call of fate

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simplyholl · 1 year

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Across the Multiverse Pt. 1 [Loki x F. Reader]

*This is almost finished, so I will try to post an update at least once a week. I do have a toddler, so no promises. All the hugs to @lokisgoodgirl for reading this and holding my hand through the whole thing. You’re the best!

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Incorrect use of multiverse travel.

Your best friend Loki always came to your room after he sent his latest conquest packing. He had an endless line of women who couldn’t wait to be the newest notch on his bed post. You had never seen the same woman twice, and he made them leave right after. Then it was the same routine with you. He would make his way next door to your room where you would watch a movie, have snacks, and cuddle.

When you joined the Avengers, you had to do a lot of interviews together. Often paired while training, you two had just clicked. Your friendship had started by giving each other book recommendations, reading together, and eating breakfast after training. Then came the interview. The one that shot you into best friend status, was one you would never forget. The interviewer incessantly berated Loki for the attack on New York, how some people still viewed him as a villain, and how could we believe he had changed. This was all old news. Loki had been with the team for a while. He had more than proven himself. You could tell the endless questioning was getting to him.

So, you spoke up. “How dare you question his loyalty to us. He has defeated countless enemies to protect this world. He was mind controlled during the attack on New York, so that wasn’t his fault. I trust Loki more than anyone on this team. I’m sure he gets tired of saving people like you, who doubt him daily. But he does it anyway, because he is a great guy.” Loki placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a thankful smile. Ever since that day, Loki got closer to you. He opened up more. He told you about his mother, his childhood being in Thor’s shadow, and his Jotun heritage. He knew you saw right through his cold façade. He trusted you.

“What are you thinking about?” Loki interrupted my wondering mind. I smile lazily at him as I snuggle into his chest. “Just thinking about our friendship.” “I am honored to have you as a friend, Y/N.” Yeah FRIEND, I almost laugh out loud. It’s not that I’m jealous of his harem or anything. I’ve just thought about what would happen if we crossed that line. I have no doubt that it would be mind blowing. He wouldn’t have all these women trying to jump him, if he wasn’t great in bed. My room is also beside his, so I hear everything. It’s kind of sad. I’m stuck in my room with my vibrator, forever single. While he is getting laid every weekend.

Maybe it’s not even him, I’m just horny since it’s been a while right? But he has those long, curly, raven locks that I would love to run my fingers through. The body of a literal god, and oh stop thinking like that! He will never take me to bed. If he did, he would treat me like those other women. He would toss me out on my ass after rendering me speechless. One night of great sex isn’t worth ruining what we have.

~The Next Weekend~

The music is booming over the speakers as I make my way to the bar. If Tony’s parties are good for anything, it’s free alcohol. I glance across the room searching for Loki. Four women surround him. One on each of his arms, the other two trying to get as close as possible. He is putting on a show for them, fireworks dancing in his hands. He catches me staring and winks at me. I turn around smoothing my dress. That’s it! I am not going back to my room alone tonight. I take a shot hoping it will soothe my nerves. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. It’s been too long since I was in a relationship.

I take a deep breath. I can do this. “You look stunning tonight.” Bucky grins checking me out. “Thank you. Hey, do you wanna dance with me?” “Sure thing, doll.” He grabs my hand leading me to the dance floor. A slow song comes on, he pulls my body close to his. His hands rest on my hips, the coolness of his metal arm makes a chill run over me. I rest my head on his broad chest. “Hey Y/N, there’s nothing going on between you and Loki is there?” I laugh at the ridiculous insinuation. “No. Why?” “Because he is looking at me like he is going to kill me.” I glance over at Loki to confirm. Sure enough, he looks really pissed off. “I’m not sure what that’s all about. But I do know it has nothing to do with me. Don’t worry about it.”

The next song plays and I back it up on Bucky in time with the fast beat. I gyrate my hips while his hands roam all over my body. When I turn around Bucky’s lips find mine. His tongue explores my mouth as I pull him closer. I am ready to take him back to my room when I feel a large hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, I need to speak with you.” Loki’s eyes are filled with rage as he takes in the scene before him. “I’m a little busy right now, Lo, can’t it wait?”

I’m pleading with my eyes signaling that I was trying to get busy with Bucky. Surely, he knows where this was going, that it has been so long for me. He jerks my hand off Bucky, practically dragging me away. “No, it is an urgent matter.” I look back at Bucky and mouth sorry. “What is so important? I was about to get dicked down for the first time in forever by a SUPER SOLDIER, Loki! A super soldier.” I whine. “Just imagine what he can do with that metal hand.” My rant is cut short when Loki slams me against a wall. I peek around his shoulder to find we are in his room. “Loki, what are you doing?” He breathes deeply, eyes conflicted.

“Do you really think he could fuck you better than I could, Y/N?” My heart stops for a second while I realize what he said. “I – um, what?” I stutter, my voice barely recognizable. Loki pushes my hair away from my neck. He places a trail of kisses from my collar bone to my jaw. I’m not sure if I’m breathing. He stops his assault, looking into my eyes intently. “I said do you think he could fuck you better than I could? A super soldier? That is what you desire, love? I am a god. He wouldn’t be able to make you come. I would leave you a whimpering mess, and you would still beg for more.”

He places more kisses to my jawline. “Let me worship you, darling.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I nod my approval. “Before we begin, I have two rules you must follow. Number one: do not fall in love. This is the most important of the two. I will never be in love with you, and I do not wish to hurt you. Rule number two: This will only happen this once. I never take Midgardian women to my bed more than that. You lot are too fragile with your feelings. You get attached too easily. The last thing I need is an obsessed woman following after me like a lost dog.” He looks intently into my eyes gauging my reaction.

“I will do whatever you want, Loki. Just please touch me.” His smile turns wolfish as he grabs my face. His lips crashing into mine. When we part, he lifts my dress up. I watch as he peppers kisses on my thighs. He places a kiss to the front of my soaking panties before sliding them down my knees. He tosses them over his shoulder. I cry out in surprise as he lifts me up against the wall. He laughs wickedly as he bunches my dress around my waist.

“I lie awake at night imagining this, Y/N. Wondering how you would taste, what sounds you would make as I brought you pleasure.” “Loki, please?” I beg him gripping his hair trying to pull him closer. He wastes no time. He licks a stripe up my center before suckling my clit. His name a prayer on my lips. I pull on his silky curls as he moans against me. “Tastes so good.” He devours me while pleasure hums low in my stomach. “More, Loki.” He pushes me harder against the wall. I hold onto those glorious, muscled arms. He eats me like a man starved, and I am more than willing to be his feast. “Loki, I’m c... oh God, Loki!” I come down from my high. He places a gentle kiss to my thigh as he sets me down. My legs are so wobbly. I don’t think I can stand on my own. I reach for him to support myself. But he swiftly picks me up placing me on his bed.

He waves his hand and my dress disappears along with his clothes. I can’t help but stare at him. I don’t have long to take in his beauty before he climbs on top of me. He sinks into me completely claiming me. With his moaning against my neck and experienced fingers circling my clit, it doesn’t take long before I am coming undone again. Loki follows close behind. He lays his head on his silky forest green pillows smiling at me.

I don’t think I can handle my best friend throwing me out of his room. So, I stand up covering myself with my hands. I walk over to my clothes long forgotten in the floor. Loki sits up as I start putting my now wrinkled dress back on. “Y/N, what are you doing?” “I was going to go back to my room to shower and give you some space. I know you don’t like women staying over.” His face holds a look of concern while he considers my words.

“I have a bath drawn for you if you wish to stay.” He takes my hand leading me to his bathroom. I step into the warm bath, getting used to the water. Loki climbs in as well. “I thought you said this bath was for me?” I tease. “I could not leave a beautiful lady to clean herself after I have so thoroughly ruined her.” He smiles while lathering soap on the soft cloth. He pulls me closer starting to wash my arms. When he gets to my breasts, he ditches the cloth using his hands to apply the soap. I moan as he pinches my nipples.

He continues massaging me, working his way lower. I squeak in surprise as he slips one long finger inside me, then another. He laughs mischievously. I lay my head on his porcelain shoulder grasping onto him as I come undone for the third time. When I can think clearly, my eyes find his. “I thought you said we were only going to do this once?” He scans my face, lowering my body onto his. As he sinks into me, he whispers, “Once is not enough.”

Part Two

Tags

@lokisgoodgirl @sarahscribbles

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki smut #loki x yn smut #loki x reader smut #across the multiverse

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bitterspoons · 5 months

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Metal bones and Magnets

Tinker-Belle Series Masterlist

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem! OC (eventually)

Summary: In which we meet our OC Belle and Pietro is both an enemy and a hero.

Word Count: 1.6k

this is the first part /// next part

“Hello lovely people!” Belle waved to her recording iphone as she buckled her heels on. “Ladies in Gentlemen and everybody in between— I am currently on the Quinjet because you guessed it, we found another HYDRA base!”

She grabbed her camera and posed with her best friend, Tony. “Tony! How do you feel about my new fighting shoes?”

Tony looked down at Belle’s new platform heels with little pom-poms. “Very gimmick-y Belle. Be careful— you’re gonna be more iconic than Spangles over there.”

“I’m always more iconic than Capsicle.” Belle rolled her eyes, flipping her hair. “I’m obviously the better blonde.”

“No, no— That’s where you’re wrong, Lady Belle.” Belle pointed the camera at Thor. “I am clearly the superior blonde.”

“Okay folks— we’re approaching the base. Tink— start stretching.” Bruce warned as they could feel the jet start lowering.

Belle stretched her wings out and let them pop through the golden armor that Tony had built. Her fairy wings fluttered around— letting her float into the air to avoid turbulence.

“You forgot your intro again!” Clint reminded the girl who was doing flips in the air to get warmed up.

“Right! Hello! If you don’t already know me— My name is Belle but you probably know me as Tinkerbelle. I’m the result of illegal human experimentation and Tony Stark found me a few months ago.” She looked at the camera and smiled— doing her rehearsed introduction. “He gave me new and improved metal bones and healed my broken wings.”

“I helped out at the Attack on New York— using my acrobatic skills, swordplay and flying to defeat the Chitauri. Ever since, I’ve been an Avenger and have been keeping a video diary. We’re about to land so I’ll see you when we’re on the ground!”

Clicking off her camera— she made sure her green mini dress wasn’t wrinkled and fluttered her way near the exit. “I’ll scope out the area with Stark!”

Iron man and Tinkerbelle flew out of the Quinjet— and began to make their way closer and closer to the building. Belle touched her intercom. “The place is surrounded— we’re going to regroup and attack in numbers. We haven’t been seen yet.”

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With that— The Avengers drove in. Each on fighting HYDRA agents and making their way to victory.

Belle and Stark began quickly bolting towards the main building.

“SHIT!” Stark exclaimed— bumping into an invisible force field.

“Language!”

“Jarvis? What’s the view from upstairs?” Belle asked, banging her fist across the force field before getting shot at.

“The building seems to be surrounded by a type of energy shield…It’s more advanced than any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s sceptre must be here.” Thor informed. “There’s no way Stricker could power this defense without it. At long last…”

Belle floated down to the ground where she began to fight all the soldiers on outside of the base.

“Long last is lasting pretty long boys…” Natasha commented.

Belle shot up to the sky— wings flapping quickly as she sped towards the forrest. “Clint— there’s a weak spot on the bunker that’s shooting at you. Just shoot forwards.”

“Thanks.” Clint said after hearing an explosion. “I think we’ve lost the element of surprise.”

Belle let out a shriek as a blast went whizzing last her head. “The absolute nerve!” Belle hurled a grenade at the bunker that tried it.

“I’m sorry— nobody else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said language?”

“I know,” Steve hurled his shield, knocking a few people to the ground. “Just slipped out.”

“Stark, have you gotten the force field taken care of yet?”

“Closing in, JARVIS— am I closing in?”

Something caught Belle’s eyes as she flew closer to the base. “Guys— I just saw something dart out of the base. I’d watch out.”

Clint who just got knocked to the floor— wished he got a warning earlier.

“We’ve got an enhanced on the field. Belle— your move.” Steve announced.

“On it.” Belle zipped to the forrest.

“Clint’s been hit! Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" A loud crash. "Thank you!”

Belle flew around the forrest as fast as she could— scanning the area around her from the skies until she saw something blue flash below her.

Flittering— her wings jolted her to the ground in an instant. Her eyes darted between the trees until she felt a breeze behind her.

She grabbed their hand and backed them into a tree, grabbing their shirt by the collar before finally looking at them. She took her sword and swiped it across his cheek.

“Nice catch” He winked before throwing her to the ground.

Winded, Belle groaned before touching her intercom. “I’ve met the enhanced. He’s speedy, cute and has frosted tips?”

“What the the 80’s?” Stark commented— letting them know the force field was down.

“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys— I think we’re gonna need Evac.” Natasha reported.

“I can get Barton. You guys find the sceptre.” Thor instructed before flying off.

“And for gosh sake— watch your language!” Belle mocked— flying up again and breezing through the front doors of the building.

Tony had found a secret room in the building— Belle was clearing out the building; her silent wings were very useful for sneaking around and disarming people.

Sneaking into rooms— she would silently disarm and knock people out until soon everyone is the room was harmless.

“We’re locked in out here.” Natasha reported.

“Get to Banner.” Steve suggested. “Time for a lullaby.”

Belle walked through one of the doors— completely disregarding the warning sign on the door.

And in her defense, there were warning signs everywhere.

Now in a place like this— boobytraps are expected. But after walking through the place for a while and not seeing anything, Belle was breezing through the places.

And in her defense— this wasn’t a boobytrap.

Instead— Belle walked into a room and she felt her intercom being tugged off her.

Belle turned around to see where it went when she saw a giant disposal.

A magnet was held above a conveyor belt as it picked up metals from the trash. Belle saw her intercom stuck to the giant magnet.

And in her defense— Belle is an idiot.

Walking over to the disposal, Belle suddenly felt a pull towards the disposal— so like the idiot she is, she went closer.

Watching the metals from soda cans being pulled up into the magnet and slowly turning flat and into melted metal— it was mesmerising.

It wasn’t until she was walking along on the conveyer belt when she realised she was in trouble.

Her elbow smacked into the magnet.

Soon enough it was her whole arm.

And soon she remembered that her metal bones stick to magnets.

Now very panicked— she began to tug at her arm, silently begging for the magnet to be weaker than it was proving to be.

Seeing her intercom on the other side— she made an attempt to reach for it but when her other elbow got stuck to the magnet— slamming her back onto the magnet too she stopped trying.

She could see the emergency power off but for some reason it was across the room and there was no chance of her reaching it.

Belle tried thinking of all the ways to get out of this less than ideal situation when she folded her wings.

“Schieße!” A german curse flew out of Belle’s mouth as a searing white hot pain rang throughout her body.

She watched as her intercom melted and began freaking out.

So like any other prepared avenger— she began to shout for help.

After a long while with no reply and her voice very worn out and tired— she hung from the magnet, very disappointed that this is how she died.

She had barely accomplished anything— she hadn’t taken down hydra like she wanted to or published her video diary as a documentary. She hadn’t even fallen in love yet or met Clint’s family like he promised.

When finally— something flashed in her teary vision.

Something alive and blue.

She heard machines turn off and she could feel her body falling from the stupid burning hot ceiling magnet when something caught her.

Belle curled into a small ball as her saviour carefully hugged her. “Thank you…” she whispered, opening her watery eyes and admiring his face.

“No problem.” He said back, wrapping her in a blanket and picking her up.

“I’m sorry… I cut your pretty face…” Belle traced the spot where a red cut lie on his cheek.

Before she knew it— Belle was in front of an empty Iron Man suit and now alone.

Belle carefully got up— tears streaming as her back and arms ached in pain as she climbed into the suit.

“JARVIS—turn on intercom.”

“Intercom— on. Several burns detected. ”

“Guys? I lost my intercom and i’m badly injured. Bruce can fix burns right?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Oh— they’re flatlining! Call it!” Tony walked it holding two smoothies.

Clint and Belle laid down next to each other. Belle was on her stomach as her burns were being healed by creating new skin tissue.

“No, no, no. I’m gonna live forever!” Clint smiled. “I’ll be made of plastic.”

“You’ll be made of you, Barton.”

Belle looked up from her iphone. “You interrupted my duolingo. And one of those smoothies better be mine.” She pointed at Tony’s drinks.

“Right, because we need you learning 50 new languages. Remind me which ones you speak?” Tony gave her a smoothie.

“English, German, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, Spanish and if you let me continue my duolingo— Sokovian.” Belle took a sip of her drink. “Strawberry Banana? You know me so well.”

Natasha shot her a look after Belle said Sokovian, eyebrows raised. Belle blew a raspberry at her.

“Helen, I expect to see you at the party this afternoon?”

Helen gave a polite smile. “Unlike you— I don’t have time for parties.” She coughed and asked not-so-discreetly

“Will… Thor be there?”

end of part 1

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 2 years

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The Only Thing I Wanna Do

*Loki x Reader

*Summary: Loki is pretty sure he’s lost the love of his life at the age of 17, but he’s willing to do anything to win her back.

*Warnings: Swearing, not cheating but scummy behavior, insecurities. Let me know if I missed anything.

*A/N: I’ve been wanting to write a song based on Betty by Taylor Swift for forever so here it is.

Tip Jar

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It was senior year, something that should have allowed for creating some of the best memories of high school, but here he was. Loki knew he messed up, and it wasn’t even like it was one mistake. It was a continuous string of mistakes that he was pretty sure messed up his chances completely. The sound of his skateboard’s wheels clacked along the sidewalk as he tried to clear his mind, trying to think about ways he could fix things. He realized he was in your neighborhood now as he continued just skating, but he didn’t think much of it. That was until he heard a door open ahead of him, seeing you leaving your house. The shock of that, combined with not paying attention to the sidewalk in front of him, and suddenly his board was no longer under his feet. His hands shot out to catch himself, and he could feel the sidewalk scraping his palms.

Once it really registered that he had fallen, he looked up, half expecting you to be walking towards him to help, half-heartedly chastising him for not being more careful as you had so many times before. Instead of seeing your little look of worry that he was so used to, you just turned away, walking back into your house. In all honesty, that hurt more than the impact on the concrete.

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If Loki had to pinpoint the moment things went wrong, it would definitely be the Junior Prom. Loki didn’t want to go originally, but you were so insistent, and you seemed so excited to go, so he agreed. You looked ethereal in your green dress, and for a split second he couldn’t believe he ever didn’t want to go. The white corsage sat proudly around your wrist, and everyone knew you were there with him. It was like his wildest dream come true.

As things started ramping up, he remembered why he was so resistant in the first place. Loki was never one to enjoy being in the middle of large crowds; no, that was Thor’s forte. You wanted to be with your friends on the dance floor, but he needed a breather. He told you as much when you gave him that disappointed little pout that he kissed away. He found the table that your group had claimed and sat down, drinking some water and browsing on his phone. Loki figured he would only need a few songs to gather his bearings before he would go back to find you.

When he looked up to check on you and your friends, his heart dropped. It had only been two or three songs, but your friend Pietro had stepped in to fill his place. Loki wasn’t fond of Pietro, mainly due to the other guy’s flirtatious nature. He thought it was obvious that Pietro had some interest in you, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it since the guy flirted with everyone. He trusted you, but when he saw the way you lit up and laughed at whatever Pietro had just said, something just went numb.

Loki stood from his seat, making his way out of the gym. He hoped he just needed more of a breather away from the loudness of the dance. He sat just outside the door, and when he heard the muffled sound of your favorite slow song, he tried to will himself to go back inside. He knew you loved that song, but he just couldn’t find it in him to go back inside. Loki wouldn’t be able to face your disappointment when he went back in, so he did (looking back) the stupidest thing he could’ve: he left. He sent you a quick text, apologizing and saying that he couldn’t do it.

When you tried to talk to him about it, questioning why he didn’t just tell you he wanted to leave so the two of you could go do something else together, he shut down. He didn’t know how to tell you about the creeping insecurities he had about Pietro, he didn’t know how to tell you how his heart dropped when he saw you enjoying yourself with someone other than him. He wanted to, but he just didn’t know how. You could tell you were getting nowhere with him, and he could see the frustration bubbling up. Then you said it.

“Maybe we should take a break. Just take the summer to figure things out for ourselves, and then come back and talk about it later.”

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When school started up again in the fall, Loki was ecstatic to see you were in his homeroom. With schedules handed out during the summer, he truly had no idea if he’d have any classes with you. Maybe if he could actually talk to you, then he could tell you everything he figured out over the summer. He knew there had been rumors going around about him and his activities over the past couple months, but if he could just talk to you, he could set things straight. Loki had seen you talking to Darcy earlier, and with the way she kept shooting glances at him, he knew she was keeping her reputation as a gossip. Normally her intel wasn’t completely accurate, but this time it was.

He tried making eye contact with you during class, but you kept your gaze solely on the teacher. He tried partnering with you for icebreakers, but you were quick to attach yourself to Darcy’s side. He even planned to catch you before you left for your next class, but you were gone before he could even close his notebook. Loki had missed his chance on that first day, but he knew he would have another chance tomorrow.

Your avoidance lasted for a few more days, and Loki was getting slightly frustrated. He just needed to talk to you, and with the way his attempts at calling the night before hadn’t gone through, he could only guess that you’d blocked his number. On Monday he got to homeroom early, hoping he could catch you before class started, but you never came. He didn’t know what was going on - it wasn’t like you to miss classes, especially so early in the year - so he went to his next best source.

“Darcy, is she out sick today?” He asked as soon as class was over.

“Huh? Oh, no, she’s here.” Darcy seemed surprised that Loki was talking to her. Even though she was part of your friend group, it wasn’t like Loki went out of his way to talk to them without you.

“What do you mean? Wouldn’t she be in class if she was here?”

“Yeah, she is. She switched homerooms, effective today.”

“Did she say why?” Darcy didn’t say anything, but the look she gave him was enough to confirm the sinking feeling he had. That look of ‘you have to be stupid if you don’t know why.’ It was because of him.

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School had been out for about a week, marking a little over a month since the ‘break’ had started. Already Loki had been trying to think of ways to win you back, ways to show you that he was willing to put in more effort, ways to just talk to you about the problems he had. He needed to get out of his house, away from Thor’s good-natured attempts at cheering him up, so there he was, just taking a walk as he tried to figure out when it would be a good time to go talk to you. Then, like everything in the universe was against him, a familiar car pulled up next to him, the passenger side window rolling down.

“Loki? C’mon, let’s go do something. It’s been a while.”

Loki knew you didn't like Sylvie. Okay, maybe that was a bit too harsh. He knew that she made you uncomfortable, and you didn’t like the way there was tension between Loki and Sylvie. You had told him about it, and he appreciated that fact that you told him rather than just letting the insecurities fester. Kind of like he wished he had done with Pietro.

“Get in, I haven’t got all day,” she insisted, leaning towards him with a smile. Maybe this was what he needed, jut a chance to get you off of his mind. So he got in the car, letting Sylvie whisk him away to wherever she wanted to go.

The one afternoon stretched into seeing her most days a week, Sylvie driving them to wherever she felt like going that day: the beach, the arcade, the movies, sometimes even just to her own house to hang out for the day. When he was out with her, he was able to think of something other than you. Loki couldn’t pinpoint when the friendship with Sylvie switched to something more, but it wasn’t too long before he found himself spending the nights with her. As hard as he tried though, he couldn’t keep you out of his thoughts completely. Even as he slept next to Sylvie, you were there in his dreams, and it was like nothing had changed.

Loki knew that it wasn’t like his summer fling would go unnoticed - it was a small high school and it wasn’t like him and Sylvie never went around in public - and it was only a matter of time before word of his fling got back to him. He wondered if you’d heard the rumors yet, but with Darcy as one of your friends, it was inevitable. He just hoped you wouldn’t be too hurt when you heard.

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The only thing I wanna do / Is make it up to you

Even though his fling with Sylvie was over, he still heard small chatter about it every now and then. He tried to find you at school, but you were avoiding him like the plague. Every time he would catch a glimpse of you, you would disappear before he could even have the chance to approach you. It was useless trying to get your friends to tell him anything, though he didn’t blame them for being protective of you.

As your birthday approached, he went back and forth on what he could do. Loki knew you always had a small party on your birthday weekend with your friends, as your actual birthday was reserved for your family. Out of all of your friends, only Darcy hadn’t blocked him on social media, and if that was for the drama, he didn’t really care. Darcy would definitely post about the party once it was going, hopefully forgetting that he was able to see it on her story. He had two options here: show up to your party, or just try to move on.

Whenever Loki had the time to allow his mind to wander, he began thinking of ways you would react if he showed up to your party. He half-imagined you slamming the door in his face, which would be valid. He could picture you telling him to go fuck himself, which would also be valid, but there was still the part of him that hoped you’d surprise him. Loki would find himself daydreaming, or just laying in his bed at night, picturing ways you would accept him back into your life. Maybe if he was just there in front of you, where you couldn’t avoid him or the potential of your relationship anymore, you’d see how desperate he was to fix things.

He rang the doorbell, not knowing if you’d even open the door. From Darcy’s story, it looked like all of your friends were already there, so there’d be no reason for the doorbell to ring this late. He shifted nervously, the flowers he so carefully picked out earlier that day seeming like a bit much now. Loki heard the door unlock, and he took a deep breath as you opened the door.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, but you didn’t sound upset. No, you sounded confused, maybe a little sad. Loki held the flowers out to you.

“I’m so sorry. I miss you so much, and I don’t know how to make things up to you. I miss our late night drives and having you by my side and -”

You pulled him in by the edges of his flannel, pressing your lips to his. His eyes were wide in shock, seeing your friends watching the interaction with rapt interest. It took a second before he allowed himself to melt into the kiss, feeling like things were right for the first time in a long time.

As he was going to homeroom, he heard the first talk about your birthday party between Darcy and Pietro. He would have about a month to prepare, figure out if he really wanted to do this. They were planning something (he thinks it was a gift, but he didn’t listen too much beyond hearing the time limit), and let it slip that they had three weeks to figure something out. It was enough time for him to figure everything out. Even though he couldn’t tell how you were going to react, he could try to plan the perfect confession for you. It was the least he could do.

Loki dressed up for the party, nice jeans and the button up you always told him you loved on him. He had flowers and a small gift for you, carefully chosen in the previous weeks. He needed to show that he still knew you, that he paid attention to the small things you liked while you were together. Loki knocked on the door, waiting for you to answer. When the door opened, you weren’t the one to answer. Instead, Pietro stood there, glaring at him. He wasn’t surprised, Pietro was one of your friends and he knew your friends kind of hated him at the moment.

“Can I talk to-”

“No, don’t even think about it. You need to leave,” Pietro cut him off. Loki understood where he was coming from, but he really needed to talk to you. He looked around Pietro’s shoulder, using his height to his advantage, trying to spot you. He first saw Darcy, who almost immediately smacked your arm, drawing your attention to the door. Pietro was saying something else to him, definitely giving him an earful for ruining things with you, but Loki could only focus on you making your way to the door.

“Loki, what’re you doing here?” You asked, taking the spot next to Pietro.

“Listen, I just really need to talk to you.”

“No, I don’t know how many times I need to say it-” Pietro was cut off by your hand on his arm. It was a gentle touch, just enough to get his attention on you. Loki wished it was his arm instead of Pietro’s.

“Piet, it’s okay. Just go back to the party, I’ll be right back in.” Loki’s heart soared at your gentle dismissal of your friend. You were willing to talk to him, and you didn’t want your guard dogs around. Once Pietro stepped away with a harsh glare at Loki, you looked back to him. “C’mon, let’s talk in the garden. They’re less likely to eavesdrop that way.”

“Wherever you want.” Loki said. You nodded, leading him around to the back rather than straight through the party. He appreciated that. It wasn’t until you sat on the little bench, the fairy lights from your porch giving you an ethereal glow, that he realized how lucky he had been to have you. He held out the flowers, inches away from placing them in your lap. “I got these for you.”

“You really shouldn’t have.” It wasn’t one of those things you said because you were uncomfortable receiving gifts, no, this one was genuinely sad. Like him giving you the flowers made it harder for you as you set them beside you. You looked up at him, and the sadness wasn’t just in your voice. He hated it. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

He moved without thinking, kneeling to be eye-level with you. He didn’t care about the cold ground seeping through his jeans, he needed to make sure you knew he was telling you the truth. “I need you to believe me. I’ve been a mess without you. I wake up thinking about you, I go to school hoping I’ll be able to catch even a glimpse of you, and I lay awake at night thinking about how I can make things up to you.”

“If you were a mess without me, you wouldn’t’ve run to her.” You didn’t need to specify who *she* was, not when he already knew so well.

“I know it was stupid, and I promise everything’s done with her. It was just something over the summer, but I made things clear to her that I have no interest in her. I blocked her on everything, I’ll gladly let you check my phone.”

“But Loki, you knew how I felt about her, and you still went and-” Loki grabbed your hands, making you lose your train of thought.

“And I will be making it up to you for the rest of my days. Please, I just need one chance.” Loki looked down at your hands in his, realizing just how much he missed the feeling of this.

“I swear on everything Loki, this is the last chance.” He looked up at you, eyes full of admiration. Only you could grant him the chance he so desperately wanted, only you would be so kind and forgiving to allow him back into your life when he messed up so badly. He didn’t deserve you.

“I truly don’t deserve you, but I’ll spend every day trying to be someone who does.” Your little watery laugh let him know just how cheesy that was, but he didn’t care. He meant every word.

Just like in his imagination, there he was, shifting nervously as he stood on your doorstep, flowers in hand. Loki hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to knock yet, knowing as soon as he did, there wasn’t anymore room for hypotheticals. No, it would be real, and he would have to live with however things happened from there. He could hear the music playing inside, just under the sound of laughter. He recognized one of your favorite songs, one that you insisted on playing at least once every time he gave you a ride somewhere. A brief flash of a memory taunted him: he was driving you home from a date, and you were wearing your favorite cardigan. When he stopped at the red light, he looked over to tell you something, but you reached over the center console and kissed him. It had taken him so off guard, and he just stared at you before you let him know the light had turned green. It was your first kiss, and it was perfect. Just like you.

He raised his fist, knocking on the door. He needed to at least try.

I don’t know anything / But I know I miss you

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years

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Day 5

Goddess

Loki x black female oc

Warning: 18+ only!!! Contains: Olympian oc named Eris who is represented as Eris from Greek mythology, very clean, implied smut, implied public sex, family issues, otherwise pretty clean

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

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Another day. Loki watched on as his brother spared with his friends in the yard. They all seemed so happy and worked so well together. Loki had been invited to “play” too but he never really felt included with the boisterous crowd. Fandral was too self-absorbed for his liking. Volstagg was loud and he had such a one tracked mind. Hogun could be bearable some days but he never had much to talk about. Lady Sif was gorgeous and Loki sometimes found his quick tongue dying at the sight of her. Considering her as a companion wasn't the best choice of descriptives. So instead he watched from the sidelines, tending to his horse. It wasn't a job he was forced to do but rather one he enjoyed. Bringing pleasure to the animal life around him lifted his spirits. They also gave him someone to talk to when his fellow Asgardians weren't suitable. Then there was his mother. Teaching him tricks and magic since he could stand. Loki always believed parents had their favorites. He liked to think he was mother’s because Thor was definitely father’s.

Yes, just another day. Loki considered simply going inside and practicing his magic. He'd recently perfected duplication and now had the luxury of projecting images of himself in situations where he'd rather be absent. This worked wonderfully for actual physical training. His and Thor's instructor could drill sword play into a clone while Loki stayed inside and sharpened his mind.

He would love to show mother his new skill but she was busy preparing for some princess coming to visit from a different realm. No doubt another suitor for Thor.

Their parents had recently started hosting all these women from every corner of the universe all for Thor. They were all beautiful, strong women with the same mental capacity as his brother. Some with even less. Not that Thor was moronic. Loki simply thought that the sibling excelled in different aspects of life. Thor was good with a hammer. Loki was better with illusions. They each had their strengths and weaknesses. Loki simply thought that his was the better strength.

Loki continued brushing his horse until an attendant came to fetch him.

“The queen has requested your presence,” the guard announced to the younger prince. Loki nodded the man away and made to take his horse back to the stables. “I can take her, sire,” another attendant offered.

“No,” Loki denied quietly, “I’ll do it myself.” Loki excused himself from the group.

After stabling his horse, Loki made his way to his way to the palaces receiving chamber. He glanced out of the open air walkway. It looked like a storm was brewing on the horizon. Strange. It had been such a clear day.

He approached a set of guarded double doors that were opened for him. Frigga was standing near the back of the room, dressed in flowery green ensemble. Green was her favorite color and it grew on him.

“Mother?” he announced himself as he approached the woman.

She turned and he caught a glimpse of a woman standing behind her but only a glimpse of white fabric and dark skin.

“Loki, dear. There you are.”

“All is well?” he questioned. It was strange for his mother to bother him about visitors and his concern must have read on his face.

“Yes, of course. I only wished to introduce you to Eris of Olympus. She will be staying with us for a duration.” His mother stepped aside so Loki had a full view of the woman. She was small; at least two heads shorter than him. And her clothing was so revealing. Definitely not Asgardian. But that was the only fault he found with her. She was beautiful. He skin was the deepest shade of ebony he’d ever seen on a being that was stretched over a frame that consisted of perfect bone structure. Her eyes were the palest shade of blue that seemed to reflect the last of the peaceful sky outside. Her hair was formed in tight coils that were intricately piled on top of her head.

Loki bowed shallowly. “I am Loki. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.”

Her lips were painted a deep burgundy color and they curved into a smile. “Likewise.”

Frigga glanced between the two with a secretive smile. “Loki, would you mind escorting Eris to her chambers?”

“Of course, mother.” Loki agreed and extended his arm for the little woman. As soon as they were free of Frigga, Loki spoke. “What brings you to Asgard?”

“I guess our parents struck up an accord: yours are looking for a daughter and mine are looking to rid themselves of me.”

A grin split across Loki's face. “That can't possibly be the case.”

“They believe I am cursed.”

“Impossible.”

“That is what my twin said but he was sent away so he could not defend me.” She would not meet the taller man’s gaze but she looked at the ground at his feet as they walked together. “I just hope my reputation does not follow me.” Her eyes finally met his once more and there was so much sadness there he failed to detect when he first laid eyes on her.

“Asgard is a peaceful realm. I'm sure this cruel reputation will not pursue you.”

A small smile once again graced her lips. “You are kind.”

Loki wrenched open a set of double doors placed in a seemingly endless corridor. “These are your rooms,” he stated and swept his arm to indicated that she should enter first. The little woman stepped into a large room with a decorative fountain at its center, a door that led to a bed and a bathroom on one wall and a door that led to spacious balcony on the wall next to that. The room was decorated in rusty reds and purples and golden drapes hung from the ceiling that warmed the room. She walked slowly around the fountain inspecting the view through the open doors and out of the balcony.

“Is it to your liking?” Loki asked when Eris failed to speak.

“It looks as though rain is on the horizon,” she observed instead of answering.

“It's very strange for this time of year.” Loki replied. He'd yet to step any further into the room than the entry way.

“May I ask you a question?”

Loki smirked. “You do not need permission to inquire.”

She gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Of course. I only wondered as to the whereabouts of the library. I do not read Asgardian. I wish to learn.”

Loki almost balked at the request. The library was the last thing guests wondered about. They normally wanted to know about food or winged women or other aspects the realm was famous for.

“The main library is on the other side of the palace and I'm sure you would rather rest than make that trek. I keep a small collection of books in my chambers down the hall if you would like to choose from that.”

Eris nodded then followed him away from her posh room to his rooms that were decorated in blacks and golds. Hints of green and royal blue could be seen through the open door to the bedroom but Eris ignored that walked directly to the door opposite the bedroom that was over stuffed with books of every kind.

“I know very little Olympian. Maybe we can exchange lessons.”

Eris met Loki’s gaze once more but it was clear she was absorbed in the sheer amount of books. There were cases that covered every wall that went to the arched ceiling.

“Small collection?” she asked with a small smirk.

“Comparatively small,” he informed her. “I imagine you'll need reference books. I have a couple books in Olympian that I translated,” the taller man trailed and perused the shelves and pulled out a book here and there. “Here’s one I attempted to translate to Olympian, to test my knowledge.”

“Is there a reason you've studied Olympian?” Eris asked taking the book from the top of the pile he held.

“I pride myself in knowing at least a little of all the languages in all the realms.”

“Quiet the task,” Eris muttered scanning his handy work written in the lines between the printed text. “Your tenses and conjunctions could use some work,” she observed. “I would be happy to exchange lessons.”

Loki pulled out a few more books that should keep her busy for a few days. Eris took Loki's arm with one hand and tucked the book she was holding under her other arm and followed the man back to her room.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Loki asked as he piled the books on a table by one of the many lounges.

The woman shook her head then bowed deeply. “You have been a very kind host. Thank you, dear Loki.”

Loki nodded in return then left her room. He stopped outside the double doors and took a deep breath. His mind raced over the exchanged words between him and Eris. His parents sent for her to become their daughter but she was obviously not Thor’s type. She was quiet, learned, observant. She wasn't the loud boisterous type they typically requested for his brother. Was she a suitor for himself? She certainly was perfect in his mind.

He glanced out at the sky opposite of the rooms in the hall. There was a full out storm brewing now.

He had to talk to his mother.

He rushed away to the library on the other side of the palace where his mother normally spent her time when it started to rain. Normally, Frigga could be found in the gardens this time of day but the rain would no doubt bring her inside.

Loki's intuition was correct about his mother. She was elegantly posed on a plush couch with a book levitating in front of her.

“Mother, I have to talk to you,” Loki announced as he entered the room.

“About Eris?” the woman speculated. She was so perceptive. “Your father sent for her as a possible match for Thor but I've spoken intimately with the girl and I do not believe her and your bother would get along all that well.” Loki heaved an internal sigh of relief. Watching his brother torment this new woman with tales of battle and feats of strength sounded like torture. A woman like Eris would probably enjoy a trip to the mountains to drink from the healing springs or watch a debate between the high scholars.

“How long will she be with us?” Loki questioned taking a peek at the book his mother was reading. Kree lore. She read their tales to him at night before bed when he was a boy. He remembered them fondly.

“As long as she wishes, I suppose. We have never implemented time limits on your brother’s courtships, why should we start?” Loki smiled and nodded his thanks.

The rain and his newly peaked interest seemed to make the day drone on at a slower pace. He wanted to know all about the girl now housed in his eastern wing of the palace. What did she like to eat? What was her favorite color? Her favorite scents? But he resisted bothering the girl in what might seem like a desperate attempt to get closer to her. He instead wished to get outside and exhaust himself but the rain impeded that as well.

After what seemed like years of practicing magic in the antechamber, Frigga requested that he fetch Eris for dinner. With his spirits high, he marched down the halls with purpose. His head held high and his heart held even higher only for both of them to crash.

Loki knocked on Eris’ door once than once more but there was no answer. He then called into the room, asking if she was well. There was still no answer. Loki slowly pushed open the door and peaked inside through the small crack. A small smile graced his lips at the sight before him: Eris lay curled on a lounge, one book lie open tucked under her arm and another had obviously fallen to the floor based on its crumpled state.

Loki picked up and straightened the book, laying it on a nearby table before using his powers to levitate Eris and put her in her bed. Olympus lived by a different time cycle than they did on Asgard. It was probably quite early to the woman.

She looked quiet discomforted in her sleep. He wanted to know what her dreams could possibly consist of to mar her features in such a way. He brushed a stray lock from her face and Eris let out a soft sigh. The warm air rushed past his palm and the heat seemed to radiate through his body. Loki quickly backed away from the woman, remembering himself, and turned to leave the room. He only turned back to pull the thick quilts over her body.

Dinner was uneventful. Frigga questioned him about their guest and Loki told her that he found the woman in deep sleep and ordered some food to be brought to her rooms for when she awoke. This seemed to satisfy his mother but Thor was instantly interested in the guest. Odin ordered for his older son to take the woman out for a ride on horseback the next day and to watch a session of his training. Loki opened his mouth to protest. His mother obviously hadn’t told his father that she did not think Eris was a good fit for Thor but his Frigga cut in before Loki had a chance to.

“That is a wonderful idea,” she agreed and Loki gave her a pointed look. His mother shook her head slightly to dissuade an argument from him so Loki brooded for the rest of the meal.

“How could you?” he hissed when his mother found him after dinner.

But the smile on her face told him that she knew more than she let on. Frigga was a bit of a schemer. Often going behind Odin’s back or above his rule to get her own way but it was always for the good of the realm or her sons. “What is it?” Loki asked at her smirk.

“Oh, nothing.” Her tone was demure and the knowing grin remained. “Only that I went to check on Eris soon after you left her. She wished to know more about you.” Loki’s eyes widened. “Your interests. Your favorite books. Your favorite color,” Frigga smirked. “I think it would be a good test of her intentions to let her go with your brother. You know he turns every woman he comes across into love struck ponies. If her interest in you can trump your brother’s charisma, then we shall know her intentions are good.”

Loki nodded at his mother’s ploy. Women were often sent to join realms or become spies but his brother seemed to have a power over them, rooting them out with his charm. It almost made Loki sick but to use it to his advantage was another thing entirely.

“Fair enough. I trust you, mother.”

“If it doesn’t work out. I know of two unwed daughters of a great space lord that wholly remind me of you and your brother. Always in competition. Maybe you can find companionship in a similar plight.” Loki smirked and shook his head. If Eris didn’t work out, he would find his own wife. It was his first time being set up for his parent’s interest and he was already tired of it.

The next day, Loki left Eris in his brother’s hands. It did indeed rain but the weather never deterred Thor. He’d simply use the powers awarded to him by Mjolnir to prevent him and his companion from getting drenched. Eris was in good hands but it didn’t stop Loki for worrying. Would she fall for him? That was a notion that was all too likely and a scenario he’d seen all too often. Woman would come from far off lands for political reasons or for leisure with their husbands or suitors or they would have loves they left at home but the second they met Thor there was no other man in the universe.

Maybe she was a spy with ulterior motives. That was all too possible as well though Loki hoped it wasn’t. He spent his day locked away in his rooms. Preferring not to have any reminders of Eris in case he never again was awarded the chance to feel her soft skin or smell her sweet fragrance. He tried to get those thoughts out of his mind but they persisted like blood sucking insects.

The two should be back by now.

Loki made his way to Eris’s rooms but he noticed his bother training out of the open air hall. He’d diverted the rain so him and his sparring partners were dry but the rain continued around them. He also noticed Eris perched on a wall just within the dry circle, watching attentively to the action going on in front of her.

Loki sighed externally. She was lost to him. He watched her for another moment before deciding to venture to the library and drown his woes in a good book.

Not an hour later he heard his brother’s boisterous voice from the hall. “I’m sure he’s hiding out in here. He only has so many haunts,” his announced.

“Thank you, Thor,” he heard the smile in Eris’s voice.

“Ah!” Loki’s blond brother came around the corner and spotted him, “there he is!”

Eris followed him around that corner and her face lit up upon seeing him and Loki’s did as well in response to her presence. She was yet again wearing one of her revealing outfits and her body gave away the fact that she was definitely cold. Or maybe something else.

“Eris,” Loki greeted her. “Brother.”

“We’ve been looking for you. Eris wanted to know where you were hiding.”

“Loki,” Eris nodded.

“Well, I’ll leave you two. Thank you for the wonderful morning,” Thor turned with a flourish and left the two in peace.

Loki waited for the thud of the library door to close before speaking. “How has your day been?”

“Very interesting,” she smiled. “Your brother took me on a tour of the kingdom on horseback but I have never ridden a horse so it was extremely terrifying,” she giggled.

“Never ridden a horse?” Loki questioned skeptically. “Do they not have them in Olympus?”

“We have winged horses but I have never ridden one of those either. Father normally presents one to us when we are born but I was the second of twins so no horse for me.”

“Your father sounds rather-”

“Pigheaded? Boorish? Sexist?”

“I was going to say harsh but we all have issues with our fathers.”

“Yours seems kind. He raised you and your brother as equals.”

“You simply haven’t been here long enough,” Loki chuckled. “Would you like to get out of the palace for a little while?” A grin split her face. “As long as you don’t mind the rain.”

“I love the rain.”

Loki rose from his spot on a plush chair and held out his arm for the girl. He ordered a maid to pack them a lunch and went to her rooms to find her a cloak. He pulled out the thickest one in wardrobe and wrapped securely around her shoulders before retrieving one for himself. He then led her out to the stables where his horse was packed and waiting for him.

“We are to ride there?” Eris questioned.

“You’ll ride with me so you won’t have to think about it too much.” Eris sighed gratefully; relieved she wouldn’t have another experience of trying to reign in one of the giant equines of this realm. Loki helped the small woman into the saddle then swung on behind her and they trotted off toward the forest. This trip was probably a little more uncomfortable and wetter than her last trip, but the woman never stopped smiling and chatting and laughing while they rushed through the trees to a secluded cave a few miles up a mountain.

“Not many people know about this place,” Loki informed Eris as he helped her from his horse. The cave entrance was large enough for the horse to enter and dry off while his riders explored.

“Shall it be our secret?” Eris grinned. She seemed to be opening up to him and Loki to her. He smiled back and took her hand, leading her deep within the cavern. Small stones glowed within the walls that grew the further they explored until they reached a steaming pool. Eris dipped her hand in the hot water and the chill from the rain instantly left her. “Magic?”

“A hot spring,” Loki corrected. “It is warmed from lava deep below the ground.”

“We don’t have such things in Olympus,” she commented in awe.

“People normally bathe in them to absorb their healing properties.”

“Have you?” Eris questioned.

“A couple times.”

“May I?”

“Why else would I bring you here?” Eris giggled and relieved herself of her heavy cloak, finding a high rock to hang it from, she then proceeded to untie the golden sash that held her draping garment together and Loki cleared his throat and averted his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” Eris paused noticing his actions, “do Asgardians bathe clothed?”

“No,” Loki blushed, “but we often have a level of modesty.”

“Olympians care little for modesty,” Eris chuckled, “If two beings fall on each other, it is only right for them to make the most of the tumble.” She continued to disrobe and Loki heard the sound of moving water.

“Is that why your clothes are so revealing?” Loki questioned and peaked to be sure the steam obscured her figure.

“It makes falling a little easier,” Eris giggled. “I will avert my eyes,” she assured him. Loki stripped quietly, facing away from the water for as long as possible, and found another high rock to hang his clothes upon.

When he turned, Eris had wondered deeper within the spring, the only sign of her was a shadow in the mist. “Have you found the inscription?” Loki questioned following her.

“It is a tale about your grandfather?” she questioned.

“Yes, it is in Old Asgardian. No one writes like that anymore. The oracles have long used this spring and others like it for rituals.”

“Is it safe to be here? We won’t wake any monsters or vengeful spirits, will we?”

“No, they claim their spiritual awareness is heightened in places like this but the place has no spiritual value.”

Eris made a noise of understanding. “There are certain places in Olympus we are not allowed to venture because monsters or my grandparents.”

“Your grandparents?”

“What you say is true: we all have issues with our fathers. My father is no exception. He locked up my grandparents or rendered them helpless or indisposed so he could rule without opposition.”

“Olympus is a strange place,” Loki observed and found a spot to sit and relax properly. “Are all the Olympians as small as you?”

Eris turned toward the prince and approached slowly. The water was at her collar bone and the combination of the darkness of the cave with the glowing crystals turned the water into a black mirrored surface. “I am not tall by Olympian standards but I don’t think there are many as tall as the people here. Asgardians are like a race of giants.” Loki chuckled. “Thank you for bringing me here. Though your palace is beautiful, it is in the middle of a city and can be very…loud.”

“Yes, it is. I try to get away as often as possible.”

“You should put in a petition to set a noise curfew and make the fixtures more assessable for smaller beings. Like the shelves. And the men.” Loki’s focus fell back on the little woman who was now directly in front of him. She’d managed to slip between his out stretched legs with nary a sound or touch.

“Are you attempting to fall on me?” Loki questioned as he bent forward, closing the gap between their lips.

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t. Would you like me to fall on you?”

A small smirk played on Loki’s lips at the innocent look Eris gave him. “I would like nothing more.”

The two shared a packed lunch at the mouth of the cave, watching as the rain now fell in heavy sheets, reminiscing about their recent fall. Despite the downpour, they were in no rush to get back to the palace. They laughed and joked the entire journey back only to be met in the reception hall by an extremely concerned Frigga.

“Where have you two been?” she cried.

Loki and Eris exchanged glances. “Exploring,” Loki stated definitively.

“I’ve been worried sick. And you’re both soaking wet!”

Loki sighed. “I’m sorry, mother. We should have told someone we were leaving.”

Frigga’s expression remained stern but it slowly settled into a relieved smile. “You two go get dry. You’ll get sick. You may have long lives but you aren’t invulnerable.”

“Yes, mother,” Loki nodded then extended his hand to Eris. Their gait was crestfallen until they were out of sight of the queen. They then broke into laughter.

Loki led the little woman to his rooms. “But I have no dry clothes here,” Eris said dubiously but her voice held a hint of mischief.

“I’m sure I can find something for you to wrap yourself in,” Loki assured her before pulling her close, into a soft kiss.

“You wanted to see me?” Loki called as he entered the training room. Thor was lying across a bench lifting a heavy looking bar over his head while Hogun and Fandral spared in the far corner.

“Brother!” Thor grunted in greeting. “Find a weight and a bench! I wish to speak to you.” Loki’s gaze roamed the room disdainfully before he declined the offer. “Well then, I will get right to the point. Heimdall has brought something to my attention about you. And Eris.”

“Has he now?” Loki replied, settling onto a weight bench, sensing that this might be a long conversation.

“It made me realize that I haven’t seen either of you in days!” Loki couldn’t repress a chuckle. “I was under the impression that she was sent for me.”

“Do you fancy her?”

“No,” Thor stated quickly with almost a repulsed look as he sat up to face his brother properly. “She is so small. Like a child with a woman’s body.”

“I’m sure she has similar feelings about you.” Loki jested. “She was sent for you but mother thought she would prefer me.”

“Mother was right as usual.”

“She didn’t tell me much about your ride through the city.”

“There was a lot of screaming. She did not take to the horse,” Thor laughed causing Loki to join in.

“She is not one for any wild creature, really. It is a point of contingency with us.”

“You like her then?”

“She is in my bed now if that is any indication.”

“You will marry her?” Thor asked as if sex was the most scandalous act two people could commit.

“We hardly know each other,” Loki denied quickly.

“Scared of commitment, brother?” Loki only rolled his eyes in response. His brother never listened. Or he simply failed to understand that having a relationship that lasted more than one night did not equal a betrothal. “I imagine you two make a handsome couple. You are both very scrawny,” Thor snickered before lying back on his bench to press his weights once more.

“Very funny,” Loki frowned. “Do you need me for something else? A philosophy lesson? A wardrobe restyling? All that red can be a bit harsh on the eyes.”

“Well, it must cover my muscles, dear brother.” Loki scoffed and waved a finger, making Thor’s weights twice as heavy and causing them to fall painfully on his chest. “Loki!” Thor bellowed as his brother got up and left the training room. He heard the other two warriors run to the aid of the prince in his wake.

Loki, of course, didn’t leave his brother in the state. As soon as the door closed behind him, he snapped his fingers and the weights would be teleported back to their stands. It was all in good fun. The brothers had their disagreements and squabbles but at the end of the day they would always be brothers. Loki made a quick stop at the kitchens before returning to his room where he found Eris perched in the center of his bed, strumming her fingers across a small harp. The song was slightly melancholy, he had never heard before but it reminded him of their ride through the woods in the rain.

“There you are,” she smiled without looking up from her instrument. “I woke and you weren’t by my side and it gave me a very strange feeling. I don’t like waking without you.”

Loki stayed standing in the doorway to his bedroom, watching the woman with interest. She was nude from the waist up, the sheets bunched around her covering her lower half. Her fingers seemed to work on their own accord across the harps strings; the song was created so effortlessly by her hands. “I will do my best to prevent you from ever feeling that way again.” Loki finally replied.

“Will you stand there all day? Apart from me?” Eris asked and finally glanced up at him.

“I am at a cross roads. I want to join you in that bed and never leave it again but I have just returned from a talk with my brother. He complains that he never sees me anymore.”

“Then perhaps we should make an effort to leave the bed,” Eris suggested and ceased playing.

“No, not yet,” Loki whispered. “A couple more days. Besides, I asked the kitchen staff to send some food. I’d hate to waste their efforts.”

Eris picked up the tune again. “In that case, we will eat then we will lie together and make the most of our final days as recluses” Loki smiled and finally approached the bed, resting against the pillows while Eris played on.

“Thor thinks we should marry,” Loki announced, his eyes closed imagining the first time he held Eris in his arms.

“We hardly know each other.”

“That is exactly what I said.”

Eris remained silent for a moment while her music filled their quiet. “What if I came to be with child?”

“I would marry you then. Are you with child?”

Eris abruptly stopped playing to look her lover in the eye. “Yes,” she stated gravely.

Loki scrutinized her for a moment before casting judgement. “You lie.” The woman giggled and placed her harp on the nightstand. “You can control your reproductive parts. If you don’t think we should marry, why would you think we should raise a child? It wouldn’t make sense.”

“But it would be a little chaotic,” Eris grinned then her face fell abruptly before she took a calming breath.

“What is it?” Eris shook her head slightly, refusing to make eye contact. Loki sat up and took her small chin between his fingers forcing her to meet his gaze. “Eris, speak to me.”

“I have been so good here,” she sighed. “There is something I haven’t told you. I started the Trojan War and people killed each other because of my instigations. I was banished to the human world for thousands of years because of my trouble making. If I can behave myself while I am a guest here, father will allow me back into Olympus.”

Loki stared agape at her then his face slowly broke into a grin. “So, you’ve started wars as well?” Eris shook her head, not understanding. “Maybe we aren’t good for each other because I’ve started my fair share of battles because of pranks and hurled insults. They call me a mischief maker.”

“Mother says chaos follows me wherever I go.” A small smile finally spread across Eris’s face as she let out a relieved laugh. “Maybe we are drawn to each other. Or maybe we aren’t good for each other,” she repeated, “but if I am to fall into ruin, I want it to be in your arms.”

“I could not have stated it better.” Eris pressed her hand against his stomach and her lips met his cheek.

“Why do you wear such complex clothes here?” Eris complained tugging on his collar.

“I’m dressed for the climate,” Loki laughed and slipped out of the bed to strip. “You should try it.”

“I have you to keep me warm,” Eris sighed as she watched him.

As the months past, Loki and Eris fell into a routine. They did eventually leave Loki’s room to join regular society. Loki resumed his princely duties: training, studying, learning war strategies while Eris was whisked away with Frigga and the other women of the court to learn the ways of the Asgardian woman. When they had free evenings, Loki taught Eris some magic because she was one of the few people around him with the patience for it. Studying spells and incantations became second nature for the little woman who was already a scholar in her own right. Frigga wanted her to learn to use a weapon but Eris refused citing that she would never be called on to battle in Olympus. She didn’t think herself born for such things. She preferred to learn and watch the art of war and weapon wielding but would never partake. Frigga was quickly making it her mission to change that but Eris had every excuse in the book. The Asgardian queen seemed placated to learn that she was learning magic and hoped it would become a stepping stone to wanting to learn to use it in combat. Loki half wished she would take up some form of combat so he’d have an excuse to spend more time with her during training but she never did, always opting to watch from the surrounding walkways and doors.

It didn’t depress the prince too greatly though because they always had their nights together. Eris practically moved into his rooms where they fell asleep together every night and woke together every morning. And some blessed afternoons, they found themselves in that same place together in passing, each on their way to their separate lessons, when they could find a few minutes for themselves.

One of these very afternoons was interrupted by an uncomfortable guard announcing visitors for Eris.

“Me?” the woman questioned, sitting nude atop her prince in the middle of making love on a lounger. While Loki scrabbled for some type of covering, Eris simply called the guard in as if they were sitting around reading. “Alright. I’ll be there in a moment,” Eris assured the man and he left quickly.

“Have you absolutely no shame?” Loki asked, pulling her face back toward him.

Eris smirked. “I have learned a lot about it here but, sadly, very little of it has rubbed off on me.” The two finished their coupling then redressed quickly. “Who do you think it is?” Eris asked in a tone that suggested she didn’t really expect an answer.

“Modest clothing, perhaps,” Loki laughed.

“I have adopted your Asgardian wear,” Eris scoffed. It was true. Her wardrobe now consisted of more than just white and metals. She now wore a rainbow of colors in the more Asgardian style but it wasn’t exactly the style of Asgardian royalty; more like a conservative Asgardian prostitute. His mother hated it but she had to admit it was better than her Olympian wear.

Eris and Loki walked hand in hand to the receiving room. Loki couldn’t help but notice the way her orange shift looked against her dark skin. How her tight curls were arranged in an elaborate bun at the top of her head leaving the rest to drape down her body, covering her breasts which were left partially exposed by the thin clothing. If she moved a certain way and the light hit her just right, she was practically nude and the risqué nature of the outfit was so alluring. But Loki had to ignore his urges for the moment, at least until tonight.

The couple was paces from the door to their destination when Eris stopped suddenly. “What is it?” Loki questioned, turning to stop with her.

“No,” was all Eris whispered, a look of pure terror on her face. “No.”

“Eris,” Loki trailed but the guard saw them and opened the door, revealing the visitors. A blonde was in fervent conversation with a man that looked like the mirror image of Eris. They were both dressed in the white drapery, similar to what Eris wore when she first arrived. The blonde woman’s sun kissed left breast was exposed but her long hair covered her nudity for the most part. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, but there was something not quite right about her that Loki could not quite pinpoint. The man’s hair was in many tightly locked dreads that were pulled back into a tail at the back of his head. Though he was taller and his bone structure was manlier, there was no denying that this was Eris’s twin, Ares. He only wore his white draping around his waist, showing his muscular torso and golden tattoos depicting battles scenes and brutality. The blonde woman’s attention was alerted when the doors opened and her blue eyed gaze fell on the couple and centered on Eris.

“Sister!” she cried and ran for the woman, pulling her into a tight hug.

Eris showed a much less enthusiastic reply, stiffening in the blonde’s grip before attempting to pull away. “Why are you here, Aphrodite?” Eris asked. She did not return the hug so the blonde woman released her.

“How this realm has changed you!” Aphrodite exclaimed, holding Eris out at arm’s length to look at her and ignoring her question. “Why do you wear such bright colors? It is so human!” Eris snorted out a discontent breath.

The man walked up behind the sisters and announced himself. “Sister,” he grinned and opened his arms.

“Brother,” Eris laughed and fell into his arms in a way Loki had only seen her fall into his. “I have missed you! Why are you here?”

“Father sent me to check on you. I’m sorry we didn’t send word of our arrival but you know father. He had a feeling you were up to something.”

Eris huffed again and pushed out of her brother’s embrace. “Well, he was wrong.” She glanced up at Loki at last, as if just remembering him. “This is Loki, prince of Asgard. He has been watching over me during my adjustment to this realm. Loki this is my brother Ares and Aphrodite.”

“Her sister,” the blonde insisted and Eris only rolled her eyes at the comment.

Loki nodded at the two new comers. “Welcome to Asgard.”

“He’s cute,” Aphrodite said quietly to Eris.

Eris narrowed her eyes at the blonde. “He’s mine. Keep away from him.” Loki chuckled at the possessive little woman.

“I heard there were visitors,” Frigga announced herself as she walked into the room. Loki greeted her and she nodded slightly in return. “I’m glad you came to welcome them in my stead.”

Eris nodded to the queen as well. “Queen Frigga, these are my siblings from Olympus, Ares and Aphrodite. They apologize for not announcing their arrival. Our father sent them urgently but they won’t be staying long.”

“Oh, Eris, there’s no need to rush them away. It is always nice to have visitors. Loki, have some rooms made up in your wing so Eris can be close to her family.”

“Yes, mother,” Loki nodded and left the room to alert the maids. As he left he heard Aphrodite’s loud voice exclaim about the fashion of the realm. The two Olympian women were certainly sisters. It was hard to wrap his mind around Eris’s siblings being in the same realm. She didn’t speak much about any of her family much besides her twin. He knew she had a large family but one would never know it from the way she behaved. She was independent and celebrated her time alone.

He did not see his bedmate for the rest of the day but that could be pretty typical if his mother had her working on more domestic projects. Loki spent the rest of his day studying war strategies because that was the latest on his father’s long list of skills that the princes must be an expert at before they could take the throne. This was one of the rare subjects that both he and Thor enjoyed. Sometimes Loki swore one of them was adopted but when they set up mock wars against each other, the family resemblances begin to show. Loki was more prone to stealth set ups while Thor liked to charge head on into battle but it was the subtle nuances that brought them together: Thor sending hidden troops ahead for ambushes and Loki putting his best fighters at the front of battle in an effort to reduce the enemy’s troops at a faster pace.

As much as they enjoyed watching the tiny simulated warriors in their father’s counsel room, real battles were always much more fun. When their father sent them off to plan wars with allied realm facing invasion, the brothers got a chance to combine their styles and were always victorious. Suffice it to say the Loki and Thor spent the majority of their day enjoying little simulated skirmishes and Loki was looking forward to enjoying a quiet evening after using quite a bit of mental prowess. He curled up with one of his favorite books and lounged on a settee in the main room of his chambers. He was far into the first half of the book when Eris stormed into the room. She didn’t bother to greet him, she simply fell face first into his chest.

Loki ran a hand over her hair attempting to comfort her. “Talk to me,” he whispered, setting his book aside.

“I hate her,” the woman cried. “With every fiber, I hate her!”

Loki sighed, “You cannot truly mean that. She’s your sister-”

“She is not my sister,” Eris hissed then there was a knock at the door.

“Not now,” Loki called to the intruder. Comforting his bedmate was his first priority at the moment.

“I would like to speak to my twin,” the voice called from the other side of the door. Loki looked at the woman in his arms and she nodded without glancing up. He then called for Ares to enter. “I’m sorry. I’m interrupting,” the Olympian deemed when he saw the two in a tight embrace. “I noticed Eris was upset when she left us and I wanted to ensure her wellbeing.”

“I’d be a lot better off if that witch was not here.”

“I know,” Ares sighed sagely.

“Then why did you bring her?”

“She is your sister, Eris,” Ares reminded her.

“She is not my sister,” Eris shouted causing Loki to hush her gently.

“She is our father’s daughter.”

“Mother hates her.”

“Mother is not very fond of you, either.”

“At least I am her child. Father loves her more than any of us. Ever since he brought her home, she’s all he ever talks about. ‘Aphrodite is so beautiful. She’s so perfect’,” she spat then took a calming breath. She let out a loud huff and the prince knew she was attempting to calm herself but was failing miserably. It suddenly started snowing outside. “Why did you bring her?” Eris asked again but her brother didn’t respond immediately.

She glared at him and an answer finally came tumbling out, “She insisted on following.”

Eris shot up from her seat at this bit of information and marched in front of him. She took a deep breath at the nape of his neck.

“You’re sleeping with her,” she deduced quietly, staring Ares down. “How could you?” she shrieked making Loki jump at the sudden outcry but Ares stood unfazed. “All she does is inspire war and chaos but I see she inspires you in a different way, now.” Eris turned from him and now the snow was mixing with ice and was pelting the ground heavily. “Take your assessment of me and leave.” Ares remained still and quiet at his twin’s outburst but his fist clenched at his sides. “What? Has the witch made you senile? Did you not hear me?” Lightning flashed outside and the electricity seemed to enter the room. The uncommonly foul weather could only be due to the quarreling deities in the middle of Loki’s rooms.

“She carries my child,” Ares finally stated before turning to leave. But before he could reach the door Eris hissed, “You mated with it?”

“Eris, that’s enough,” Loki tried but a golden sword had already appeared in Ares’s hand and he was running at his sister. He swung at his sister’s neck as Loki stood in the hopes of stopping the blow and let out a silent cry when he was too late. But, before the blade could touch Eris’s skin, liquid gold poured from her body and shielded her from the blow.

“You always were the weaker twin,” she sneered and grabbed the blade of his sword with her bare hands, crushing the metal between them. “Have Hephaestus make you a new one,” she growled referring the destroyed sword, “if you can face your lover’s husband. Now, get out!” she cried. Ares glared at his sister before attempting to leave once more and this time succeeding.

“Well, that was dramatic,” Loki sighed as he approached the little woman. His hands slipped onto her shoulders to knead the cold metallic flesh. With a deep sigh, the gold dripped away leaving her soft dark skin in its wake.

“I’m sorry, Loki,” she whispered. “You should not have seen that.”

“It’s fine. Thor and I have our quarrels all the time. Though he has never swung a sword at me while I was unarmored,” he chuckled.

“Ares could never hurt me even if he wanted to. There can be no war without chaos.”

“That is why you have never bothered to learn to fight?”

“You cannot destroy chaos,” Eris finished for him.

“You are a true immortal,” Loki observed in awe.

“Most Olympians are,” she shrugged.

Her body language still read melancholy so Loki slipped his hand into hers and pulled her close. Her face fell into his chest where she kept it smothered for a moment. “You should apologize to your brother.”

“Not until he kills that thing and brings me her head.”

“It’s obvious he loves her-”

“And that in itself is truly disgusting,” Eris interrupted.

“And,” Loki emphasized indicating that he was attempting to finish his statement, “he just wants your approval.”

“He gets enough approval from our parents. What am I supposed to say? Congratulations on being the newest on a long list of Aphrodite’s consorts. You got her pregnant, too? Great job!”

“You’re starting to sound very much like me.” At the comment, Eris met his gaze and giggled for a moment before letting out a cry of anguish.

“Fine! I’ll apologize. But I won’t like it.”

“I know you won’t,” Loki sighed and led her to his bed. “Get rid of some energy with me then go deal with Ares.”

“I’d really like that,” Eris smirked.

“To apologize to your brother? What a change of heart,” Loki joked. “Then do that first. I’ll wait here. Maybe I’ll get to know your sister a little better.”

Eris’s face slackened to an unamused frown at the comment. “Don’t even joke about that,” she warned.

“Why not?” Loki questioned, lifting the woman into the bed. “I know how you got to know me. Is the practice universal in Olympus? And I just really want to know what about her can make loving twins fight like wild animals.” He smiled innocently at the irate look slowly forming on his bedmates face.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble one day.”

Loki knelt at Eris’s feet while she sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her skirts. “Why don’t I let it get me into trouble now?”

By the time morning came, Loki had to force Eris out of his bed, sending her off to reconcile with her brother. Loki thought he might be able to savor a few more hours of sleep but his own brother came calling with his own plans.

“There’s snow to my ankles,” Thor laughed. “Would that bedmate of yours have anything to do with it?”

“She’s a little upset with her siblings. Well, mostly with her sister.”

“Sister?” Thor questioned skeptically. “That must be the little blonde prostitute bewitching the palace guards.”

“That would be the one,” Loki chuckled.

“I personally prefer Eris to be the only Olympian around here. At least I’m used to her.”

“You may get along with her twin.”

“Eris is easy enough to get along with. I can’t imagine her twin being that bad.”

“As long as she isn’t causing weather anomalies. The poor farmers. They probably aren’t anywhere near finishing their harvest.”

“Get that woman of yours under control. In the meantime, come, train with me. It will keep our body temperatures up.” Thor had a point. The weather had taken an unseasonably bitter turn that he was not ready for.

“Fine. Let me dress.” Loki spent the day in the training room with Thor and his companions. It wasn’t as bad as their normal training sessions for some reason. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, so he wasn’t relieved by the fact that Eris was playing nice with her siblings. It was something else. He felt like he belonged today. To the group of warriors. To his family. To the realm. And he’s never really felt that way before. His spirits managed to remain high throughout the day and long into the night as he lay with his arms wrapped tightly around Eris’s sleeping form. They only dipped when he was awoken by someone creeping into his chambers.

Loki summoned a knife but stayed in the bed, thinking it might only be an attendant but what would anyone have to say to him at this time of night? When the door to the bedroom opened and no one announced themselves, the Asgardian prince knew something was amiss. Loki produced a floating sphere of light that hovered to the intruder illuminating the face of Aphrodite of all people.

“What are you doing here?” Loki questioned coldly as the woman had caused nothing but distress in Eris’s life since she arrived and he wanted no part of it.

“I wanted to talk to my sister,” she muttered, shading her eyes from the bright light. She was far from the bubbly woman he had met only the previous day. Her face was swollen and tear streaked.

“She is asleep. You may speak to her in the morning.” The coldness didn’t leave his voice. It was hard to feel sorry for the woman when she had reduced loving twins into bitter enemies.

Aphrodite opened her mouth to protest but Loki cut her off. “Have you not caused your sister enough anguish? Let her be at peace at least in her dreams.” The little blonde woman outwardly deflated then gave a reluctant nod.

After she left, Loki thought of waking Eris. Whatever Aphrodite had to say would surly cause distress and more unseasonable weather. But the blonde looked so tormented.

“Eris,” he called softly, shaking her shoulder gently. She was slow to rise, without the warrior tendencies that were ingrained in the Asgardian people.

“What is it?” she finally asked after stretching and sitting up to face him.

“Aphrodite was here wishing to speak to you. She looked distraught.”

“Aphrodite distraught?” she snorted with a small smirk. “And she didn’t say what ailed her?” Loki shook his head. Eris let out a deep sigh and fell back onto the pillows beneath her. Loki watched as she stared at the bed’s canopy for a moment before resolving to check on her sister. Loki followed her out of the bed and into the main room of his chambers where he sat by a window to watch the sky and await Eris’s return.

This gave him a rare moment to contemplate his life. Before Eris, he would never be awake in the small hours of the morning gazing out a blizzard in the middle of harvest season. Then he thought about how father had complimented Thor’s work during training despite Loki having made twice as many killing blows that day. His mother praised him for his accomplishments, though. But, it made him wonder if those small slights would be enough for him to cause torrents of weather if he had such powers. That was probably why the Olympians wished to rid themselves of Eris. But that negative thought quickly passed. He’d resolved long ago that he wouldn’t get the same praise as Thor did from their father. And like that, the weather seemed to shift to reflect his melancholy mood.

Eris must not have had a hard time finding Aphrodite. As the snow fall began to take the shape of tunnels, picking up leaves and small plants from the palace grounds, Loki sighed to himself, “I think I’m in love.”

The prince was dozing on his settee when Eris returned. The look on her face said it all and Loki opened his arms for her. She fell into his lap and groaned.

“She lost the child and they are blaming me. It is not my fault she wasn’t smart enough to stay home during her first weeks. I can’t be blamed for every bad thing that happens. I’m not an evil creature but sometimes I feel like I was only created to be a scapegoat! I wished no ill will on my twin’s child. He is my best friend and now he will hate me forever!” She began to sob into his shoulder. Loki sighed deeming that this was quickly becoming too much drama for him and he wondered if this kind of intrigue was normal in Olympus.

“I’m beginning to look forward to their departure,” Loki disclosed.

“We are on the same plane of thought as usual,” she replied. “Is it time to cut ties with my home?”

“You have a home here,” he assured her causing her to glance up to meet his gaze, her eyes glittering with unshed tears and the ones that fell now streaked her cheeks.

“To be truthful, I feel more at home here than I ever felt on Olympus.”

“Probably because you never found your equal on Olympus.”

A small smile graced her lips. “Do you believe you found your equal in me?”

“Before you came, I felt alone though I was constantly surrounded by others. I think I have found more than an equal in you, Eris. I think I have found a home.”

“You have such a way with words. It is how I feel but I could never hope to describe it so eloquently.”

“I believe the simplest description is love.”

“I love you, too” Eris smiled the let out another sob. “How can I feel so happy while my brother is in such despair?”

“Eris, you are not your brother. You are both allowed to have your own feelings.” Eris pulled herself closer to the prince and pressed her face into his neck. He might have just figured out the woman in his arms and why her emotions were so blistered: some parts of her personality were underdeveloped because she was so often lumped with her twin. Here, she was her own person and she was an extremely calm person as long as a catalyst was not introduced. She’d found freedom in Asgard and the presence of her siblings was scaring her into believing that freedom would be stolen from her. Olympus was a bad place for her.

Loki was beginning to wonder why she was so upset when she was first banished.

“What else do you leave on Olympus?”

“My stupid bird and my children.”

Loki pulled away from her rapidly and balked, “Children?”

Eris nodded. “I have fourteen.”

“Fourteen?” Loki cried in shock. “Who are their fathers?”

“They have none. They came to me once a month for a year after the humans were created. They grew rapidly so I knew they were beings like me. They have long been adults but they are still mine.”

He was silent while he processed this then her voice broke his thoughts. “Do you have children?”

“Not in this lifetime,” Loki answered carefully.

Eris stared blankly at him for a moment before realization donned on her. “Oh! I remember reading about this!” she exclaimed. “Reincarnation is a large part of the culture here. It’s a bit difficult to wrap my head around that. When someone dies in Olympus, it basically means they can now travel to Tartarus uninhibited and bother the dead and Uncle Hades. No one ever dies and stays dead at home,” she rolled her eyes at this as if never facing mortality was the worst inconvenience possible.

“No one from Olympus dies?”

“Not really. We’ll all make a big show and hold a ceremony and mourn and cry and then the person will just reappear a few centuries later as if nothing happened. It’s quite annoying.” Annoying? “Someone will decide they want a change in scenery and will change rooms with someone who ‘died’ but the second they get settled in, the rooms’ original owner will miraculously return and demand their space back. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to fight over space with my siblings. It helps that my twin is so violent. We can be quiet the sinister pair when we’re of the same mind. But as you saw, when we don’t get along, it is catastrophic.”

Loki tangled his fingers in her hair. “Tell me about your children,” he whispered, attempting to distract her, pulling their bodies together once more.

A small smile graced her lips before she let out a gasp of a laugh, “Where do I start? Horkos, my sweet, sweet boy. He was my first. When I raised him, I knew I wasn’t dealing with a normal child because he would get so upset whenever I told him the smallest of untruths. Telling a virtual five year old where babies come from was one of the most awkward conversations of my life. But when he grew up, he became my constant companion, pointing out all the liars and oath breakers around me. Everyone needs someone that can decipher half-truths and false truths. He and Pseudea, my second, never get along though. Hysminai and Makhai are Ares’s favorites. He takes them hunting all the time and he trained them when they were boys. Amphillogiai was always so jealous of their relationship with their uncle but she would much rather spend time at the council meetings than in the wilderness. She loves politics.” She sighed in thought. “There are so many of them. Although, Dysnomia is my favorite. We get into so much trouble together. She’s the only one I truly bonded with when she was born but it might simply be because she is the youngest. I had time to spend with her.”

“I would love to meet them,” Loki sighed. This woman he’d gotten to know so well was harboring a huge secret from him. He wondered what else she kept hidden.

“They would love you,” she smiled but then her face fell, “I am sorry for not telling you about them sooner. I just miss them so much. And most of them are so despised on Olympus it pains me to think of the horrors they face without my protection.”

Loki gave the woman a pained look. “They are adults. I’m sure they can handle themselves.” Eris nodded but she didn’t meet his gaze. “Are you keeping any other secrets from me? A husband? A wife?” Loki smirked prodding the woman to perk up.

“No. No other secrets. A long history of chaos and destruction, a strained relationship with my family, and my brood are all I have to my name. And that damned bird,” she finished with a quick roll of her eyes. “Are you keeping any secrets?” Eris asked with a soft sigh. Loki could tell that she wasn’t really expecting an answer.

“You’re not the only one harboring a past,” he disclosed.

Eris bolted up and her eyes widened in surprise. “Do tell!” she grinned.

Loki let out a sigh. “As you know, I am a creature of vast moods. I am calm and level headed by default but sometimes something is triggered and I go into these rages of mischief and mayhem.”

“Yes, yes, my love,” Eris persisted, “we can both be terrible people when the chance arises but I was hoping for something juicy-”

“I was married once,” the Asgardian interrupted. Eris’s face lit up with questions but she remained silent to allow him to elaborate. “She was a beautiful placid creature with a hand for magic and a knack absolute for loyalty. But she was in love with another and engaged. I was in some form of trouble or another as I usually am and she fit the description for what I needed in a companion at the time.”

“You didn’t?” Eris gasped.

“I did,” Loki confirmed. “I killed her fiancé and married her under false pretenses. I had her trail me around for years like a lost animal, doing my bidding while I was exiled. She genuinely cared for me and in my mind she was little more than an attractive servant.”

“What happened to her?” Eris questioned as she tangled their fingers together.

“She died.” Loki shook his head softly in thought. “I don’t know how it happened. I was in a regenerative state when she passed. But the worst of it is that I have little grief for her. I miss her like I miss a good hand maid: none of the other servants can live up to her usefulness but her loss was not a major inconvenience.”

“You are a naughty thing,” Eris cooed and pressed her free hand against Loki’s chest. “And what would you do if I were torn from you?”

This woman knew she had him around her little finger. She didn’t find his apathy for his late wife a weakness. She only saw it as strength. Using others for your own good without remorse is one of the most desirable skills to have where she is from. If anything it made the Asgardian more attractive in her eyes. This only made Loki love her more.

“I would destroy the nine realms until I was reunited with you.” Eris smirked and untied the sash that held her sleeping robe together. The silken fabric gave way to expose her flawless dark skin, her supple breast, her smooth stomach, and that core that he made it a point to enter at least once a day.

“I hope one day your resolve won’t be tested,” she teased. She watched him examine her partially nude body. Her fingers found their way to his hair to rake though it and direct his attention back to her face. “Loki,” Eris sighed while holding his gaze, “I fear my feelings for you might be becoming…absolute. I am afraid of the path that might lead us down.”

Loki searched her face for a moment and found nothing but openness and trust. Something he never saw when this woman was around anyone else. “I believe I feel the same way,” he whispered in reply. “Marry me,” he demanded. It came out before the thought even completely formed. Some subconscious part of his brain made the decision for him and he blurted it out before the rational part of him could refute it.

But Eris nodded almost immediately after he said it. “I will,” she agreed. And just like that, they were engaged. And then they consummated that engagement. Again and again and again.

After the couple’s brief sabbatical from the world, they shared their engagement with Loki’s family and soon all of Asgard knew before the engagement was officially announced. There was mixed reaction about the couple. Some believed that the second in line for the throne should be marrying an Asgardian others believed that it was wonderful for Asgardian-Olympian relations. There was no word from Eris’s family though she’d sent word of the future wedding as soon as it was made official. Eris didn’t seem too upset about it but it troubled her that her children had yet to respond.

That her father had not yet given them permission to leave Olympus.

“Do you think they will come?” Loki wondered aloud to the woman as she looked over the balcony from his rooms. He stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms protectively around her waist.

“It depends upon if my father will allow them. He likes to keep an unnecessarily close watch on them.” Just as the words left her mouth a freak bolt of lightning flashed in front of the couple, hitting the balcony’s marble railing and leaving a scroll in the mist of the charred stone. “I guess this is our answer,” Eris muttered and lifted the message gingerly.

“I wish your father would think of a less damaging way to communicate,” Loki muttered and rubbed his finger against the charred stone. Eris held her hand about the scorch mark and it quickly faded from existence. “You’ll have to teach me that.”

The Olympian woman broke the seal of the scroll and the parchment floated before the couple. It was in Olympian, of course, and Loki read it without assistance but Eris read it faster before letting out a gasp of joy.

“He’s letting them come!” she exhaled.

“They’ll be here in a week,” Loki grinned and squeezed the woman. “We’ll have to let the staff know to prepare for fourteen guests.”

“All my babies are going to be here.” The woman in his arms seemed to be in shock until she flipped in his arms and gave her future husband a deep kiss. “You’ll finally get to meet them.”

“The rest of my family?”

“All of your new children, daddy,” Eris joked.

“I didn’t notice you were pregnant but time flies so incredibly fast when you’re in love.” Loki kissed her back, slowly and passionately.

“At the rate we are going I’ll become pregnant before you know it,” she whispered against his lips.

“I’ve always preferred odd numbers.” She allowed him to sweep her up into another kiss. Their connection broke at the sound of a knock on the prince’s chamber door. “They must be summoning us for dinner.”

Eris nodded, “We should join your family and tell them about our coming guest.” The couple prepared to go to dinner in silence then followed each other from the room.

“Would you want a child of your own?” Eris asked as the couple walked hand in hand through the grand halls.

Loki remained silent and thought for a moment. It was not something he considered. But he did like the idea of having a small version of him to teach the basics of life to. “When the time comes, I would want one or two,” he replied carefully.

“But not now?”

“No. I want to spend time with you first. Travel and wreak as much havoc as we can muster. Then we can bring about a little monster to replace us.” The comment sent Eris into a fit of giggles.

“The child of chaos and mischief; what a hated child they will be.”

“They would probably get more done in a morning than we could in a year.”

“War.”

“Riots.”

“Plague.”

“Famine.”

The two stopped their trek to meet each other’s gaze. “I love you,” Eris smiled.

“And I love you,” Loki replied and kissed the inside of her wrist. And again. And again. “We should have ignored the call to dinner,” Loki sighed holding her palm to his face. He inhaled deeply and kissed the sensitive skin once more. Eris only smiled seductively and stepped closer so his kisses could trail farther down her arm.

“Brother!” A voice boomed causing the couple to jump and pull away from each other. “Future sister!” Thor greeted the couple cheerily as he made his way down the hall. “Is dinner not ready? Why are you loitering in the halls?”

“We are free to loiter about where we wish, brother,” Loki replied shortly.

“Be nice,” Eris warned and greeted Thor properly. “We were simply discussing floral colors. We’ve agreed on gold dipped roses.”

Thor cut the woman a suspicious glance. “Eris, you seem cheerful this evening,” the prince stated carefully. It was true. The Olympian had lived in a perpetual state of melancholy since she began planning the wedding. The notion that her children would be allowed to join the festivities brought about the woman of carefree smiles and warmth once again.

“We have a surprise but we’re waiting until after dinner to divulge it,” Loki goaded.

Thor lifted his brows in shock. “What kind of surprise?” Loki shot his brother a look before continuing on to the dining hall. The Allfather and Allmother were already there awaiting their children. “Loki has a secret,” Thor announced as he took his seat next to his father.

“Thor,” Eris hissed but her outburst was ignored by the king and queen.

“What kind of secret, son?” Odin asked with a level of concern in his voice that he rarely ever used when it came to Loki.

Loki blinked quickly at his father in an attempt to get over his shock at his father’s tone before answering. “Well, isn’t a secret, Thor!” Loki glared at his brother. “And it is more Eris’s story to tell.” Loki explained.

All the eyes turned to the little woman. Eris sat up straighter and closed her eyes for a moment. “As you know, I sent word of our upcoming nuptials to my family in Olympus and have yet to hear word back until today. My father has given permission to my children to attend the wedding.”

“Children? I was unaware you had children,” Frigga responded. “Did you know about this, Loki?”

“I did, mother,” Loki nodded. “She has fourteen.”

Thor choked on his mead. “Fourteen children?” his brother almost shouted. “Who are their fathers?”

“They have no fathers. They were simply born to me after the humans were created.”

“Olympus is an interesting place,” Loki stated delicately. “They were born to fit the needs of the humans.”

“They are all centuries old. I had them soon after I reached maturity. They have always been a part of me.”

The king and queen glanced at each other, an unspoken conversation crossing between them. Frigga finally blinked at her husband and a pleasant smile came over her features. “Well, I’m glad that you have family coming. I don’t know if Loki has told you but our marriage ceremonies are very family centric. I know you don’t have the best relationship with your parents or siblings,” Eris glanced away from the queen at that statement. She’d yet to patch things up with her twin. “But we will make do.”

“I will be a much shorter ceremony if only one set of ancestors must be summoned,” Thor muttered to his brother. That garnished a soft chuckle from Loki.

“Sons, do not scoff at tradition,” the Allfather scolded. The princes straightened at their father’s words. “I personally believe this is all going a bit fast. Eris, you do know that this will be Loki’s second union?”

The little woman nodded. “He explained the circumstances.”

“Then you know my youngest son has a history of abusing his things.”

“I would hardly call my last marriage abusive,” Loki interrupted aghast.

“The circumstances were different then,” Eris stated sagely. “A marriage of convenience and greed,” she smirked at her fiancé. “Our marriage will be different.”

“To be young and optimistic,” Odin sighed.

“Well, I will never marry,” Thor declared and took a large bite of meat.

“You will one day,” Frigga assured her eldest son.

“Loki will do all the marrying for me. Besides, you are about to have enough grandchildren to win a war.”

“But Eris’s children are full grown,” Frigga frowned. “I wanted to hear the sound of tiny feet running through the halls once more.”

“Eris, you should run more for my mother,” Loki requested causing the table to burst into laughter.

“My feet are not that small,” Eris smirked once the couple was back in the confines of Loki’s chambers.

“They aren’t?” the prince chuckled and lifted the little woman so her legs wrapped around his waist. “They seem pretty little to me.” The woman only rolled her eyes. “I would know. I rub them every night before worshipping at my private temple which is your perfect body.” Eris giggled and smothered her face in his shoulder at his words. “Your perfectly miniature body,” he joked. Eris pinched his shoulder in retaliation. “I’m so excited to meet your children,” Loki sighed as he placed Eris on his bed. “I just hope they like me.”

Eris’s face screwed in thought at his statement. “They won’t warm up to you quickly,” she stated delicately. “And if you do something they do not approve of, they will speak their minds. I sadly do not have as much of a reign on them as others tend to believe. We get on very well but I do not control them.”

“They are their own beings just like you or I.”

“Exactly. No one in Olympus seems to understand that.” Eris sighed and allowed her fiancé to remove her sandals. Loki hummed in agreement and kissed the inside her ankle softly as his fingers worked circles around her heel. “They basically use my brother and I interchangeably. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” Loki mimicked as his lips trailed up her leg, his nimble fingers massaged her feet gingerly.

“You’re trying to distract me?”

“Is it working?” Eris giggled and fell back on to the bed to allow her future husband to pleasure her. “Test me on them again,” Loki requested after he nipped the back of her knee.

“Horkos?”

“You’re closest with Horkos,” Loki responded quickly. “He hates lies. Does not get on with Pseudea at all.”

“And Pseudea?”

“Your second eldest. Don’t trust anything she says.”

“Anything at all,” Eris emphasized. “Ponos?”

“He’s an extremely hard worker to the point where he will exhaust himself and everyone around him if they aren’t careful.”

“But he gets things done. Lethe?”

“Extremely short memory. She wouldn’t remember her head if it weren’t attached to her body. She and Horkos are close.”

“Limos?”

“She never eats. And your aunt hates her. That’s all I know of her. You don’t speak of her much.”

“Well, there isn’t much to her. She lives in the human realm as a model but she doesn’t have much of a personality. She’s quiet and watchful. Just don’t offer her food if she doesn’t ask for it. She’ll become amazingly cross. What do you remember of Algea?”

“A very angry child that will often cause herself and others harm without a second thought.”

“Be careful around her. Hysminai?”

“This was the point when you became very creative with names,” Loki smiled making Eris giggle softly. “Hysminai and Makhai are your brother’s favorites. You say they might as well be twins but Hysminai tends to be less violent than Makhai but they are both equally prone to viciousness. Amphillogiai is also very close to these two but she tends to keep more to herself. She enjoys the war games but not the actual wars. Neikea was born soon after Amphillogiai and became her close companion. She’ll go to wars with Hysminai and Makhai but she prefers her sister’s company.”

“You are very good at this,” Eris noted and lifted her hips so Loki could push her skirts up her body. “Androktasiai?” Eris sighed out as Loki blew across the sensitive skin of her core.

“Androktasiai and Phonoi are best friends. They could think of a million ways to kill someone and their body would never be found.” Loki kissed both of Eris’s thighs then the tip of the very sensitive bundle of nerves at the woman’s center. “And there’s only two more. Ate, who you claim I will get along very well with. And Dysnomia, her mother’s favorite. The two are almost inseparable and get into all sorts of trouble together.”

Eris hummed in approval. “So far, you’re off to a great start.”

Loki glanced up at his future wife. “With this,” he gestured to her, “or with your children?”

“Both,” Eris smiled.

“I just hope all my hard work pays off,” Loki muttered and kissed the woman’s lower lips.

“One step at a time, love,” Eris sighed and pressed his head closer to her core.

Wedding plans continued steadily in the following days but there was a part of Asgardian tradition that Loki had yet to share with his soon to be bride. He wrestled with the best way to tell her and finally decided that through written lore was the best way to explain anything to Eris.

He corralled her into the library one evening after dinner when he knew it would be empty and had her wait in one of the many plush chairs scattered around the space. He left her to find the perfect book: the account of his grandparent’s lives. Loki returned to the little woman and allowed her to curl into his lap.

“This is a retelling of the lives’ of my grandparents, Borr and Bestla” Loki explained softly. “It includes details of the nuptials and I believe it will be the best way to explain our wedding traditions.” Eris nodded and ran her finger over the ornate cover of the ancient tome.

“Shall I read it on my own, or do you want to read it together?” she asked seductively. Loki smirked the opened the book to the retelling of his grandparent’s meeting. “My grandfather was a great warrior and had his pick of women. Naturally, my grandmother wanted nothing to do with him. It made her all the more attractive to him. He pined and wooed all to no avail but my grandfather never gave up. So he killed all her other suitors leaving her no choice but to marry him. But grandmother was wise to his plot and she had one more trial for him to complete before they could marry: a witnessed consummation.”

Eris gasped and looked up at her future husband. “How Olympian!”

“Very Olympian, indeed,” Loki joked. “So my grandfather, never one to back down from the challenge, made it part of the marriage ritual to gather all the holy men and priestesses to watch the consummation of royal unions.”

Eris’s gaze remained on the page with a moving illustration of Borr and Bestla reigning over the golden Asgardian kingdom. “Is this what you’ve been worrying about these past few days?” she questioned.

“Public relations are not…common,” Loki explained slowly.

Eris glanced back up at him with that naughty glint in her eyes that he was becoming so fond of. “You should see the orgies we have in Olympus. Bestla must have taken a trip there and became rather fond of it,” the woman smirked and turned over so they were face to face.

“I always surmised she might have had a fetish,” Loki sighed wrapping his hand around Eris’s waist to pull her closer. “You agree to the ritual, then?��

“You can invite all of Asgard to watch if you’d like,” Eris whispered and slipped her hands under his tunic. Her fingers caressed his stomach gently, edging him on to pull the woman closer.

“No, thank you. It was hard enough doing it once with just the holy beings,” Loki sighed and let his hand roam to her backside. Eris lifted her hips slightly so the Asgardian could access her more sensitive parts.

“You won’t even notice they’re there while I have my way with you.” Loki’s eyes widened at her comment and he stopped his ministrations but she didn’t give him a chance to respond. “We can even practice. I’m sure a few of the guards and some of the ladies in waiting would love to watch.”

Loki exhaled harshly in amusement. “I’d rather not have half the kingdom knowing all of my bride’s bedroom secrets.”

Eris smirked. “You don’t want to share the secrets of Olympian intercourse?”

“The population would spike,” Loki muttered and met her lips softly.

A few days later, fourteen expected guest arrived via lightning bold plus one surprise extra. Eris was so ecstatic to see her children that she didn’t even notice the plus one. The little Olympian was in a tight embrace with the pale statuesque Dysnomia and Horkos who was the spitting image of Ares. It was an easy comparison to make because Ares stood in the shadows of his nieces and nephews.

“Eris,” the twin called quietly when his sister pulled away from greeting the last of her children.

The little woman blinked up her at her twin, noticing him hiding in the shadows for the first time.

“Ares,” she whispered. “What are you doing here?”

The twin sighed before answering. “Hysminai convinced me to come. Amphillogiai convinced me to apologize.” Ares gave his sister a half smirk. “I’m sorry, Eris. I shouldn’t have blamed you. ‘Dite can be erratic and all-consuming and I lost sight of my first relationship: the one I have with my twin.”

“It’s not all your fault,” Eris sighed. “I had a part to play in it, as well. I just hate her so much,” Eris sneered cause Ares to grin.

“I know sister. We all do.”

“We all?” Eris questioned.

“She ran back to Hephaestus after we lost the child,” Ares disclosed.

“That bitch.”

This caused Ares to emit an actual laugh. “I knew seeing you would cheer me,” he smiled. “Congratulations on the engagement, sister.”

“I’m so glad you’re here to celebrate it with me, brother.” Eris turned to her children who were muttering to each other quietly. “Children, I’d like to introduce you all to my fiancé, Loki. I hope you all will get to know him before passing judgement, Pseudea.”

“Why are you pointing me out?” the stout, red head whined.

“Because I’m your mother and I know you,” Eris stated in a stern voice. “No lies, no rumors, talking little birds, am I clear?”

“Crystal, mother,” Pseudea groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Come along. Loki and I will show you to your rooms and I want to hear all of your exploits while I’ve been away.”

And did the children of Eris have exploits. Loki began to wonder if there was any trouble the children hadn’t gotten into. And why Eris was expelled from Olympus and not the rest of her clan. Affairs, death, drugs, war, there weren’t any sins left to dabble in once the children were done with their tales. And Eris was the quintessential beaming mother to all of it. Ares often chimed in on the tales having a firsthand account of how the stories’ conclusions played out. Loki’s worry about meeting Eris’s clan quickly dissipated after Algea told a story of how she went on a rampage through her grandparent’s chambers after they took away her prized winged horse. She recounted how she stole one of her grandfather’s lightning bolts and severed her grandparent’s rooms from the Mount and watched as the structure fell from the heavens onto an unsuspecting town. Even the Asgardian could get a laugh from the image of the almighty Zeus returning home from a long day to find he had no home to return to. This threw Eris into a fit of giggles.

“Serves him right,” the little Olympian woman smirked.

“That is what caused them to send me, just so you know,” Ares disclosed. “They were sure you were behind your children’s rebelling. Yet another case of them lumping us all together,” Ares muttered under his breath. The twins really were of the same mind.

“After you all are settled in,” Eris started, “we can go on a little tour of Asgard. My dear Loki knows all the intimate little hideaways. We can go to this little hot spring where we first kindled our love.”

“Eris!” Loki almost gasped at how blunt the woman was around her children.

“There are no secrets from my children, love,” Eris smiled seductively.

“None,” Horkos emphasized with a smirk that looked all too much like his mother’s.

“I know. It will be a lot to become accustomed to,” Ate said quietly, “but we are like an extension of our mother. It was just us for so long. It will be difficult enough that we now have to share her with stranger from a different realm. Don’t ask us to amend our relationship with her as well.”

“No one is asking you to amend our relationship with mother,” Dysnomia argued.

“And maybe it is time distance ourselves,” Limos sighed.

“You’d distance yourself from life if you could,” Algea hissed.

Limos was silent for a moment in thought. “I would,” she finally decided. “Maybe there is a secret to such a separation here on Asgard.”

The familiar banter did its job to relax Loki’s nerves at meeting Eris’s family. They had their struggles like any family but they obviously loved each other. And Ares seemed to be a very intimate part of their family dynamic.

The wedding came all too soon. The ceremony was beautiful. Frigga’s hand could be seen in every detail. And the feast was legendary. Loki never believed so many would attend to celebrate his union but it seemed like every subject in the kingdom was present.

And then the mating ritual was announced and Eris was whisked away by attendants shortly before Loki himself was taken and scrubbed in a bath full of petals and milked until he was deem ready for his bride.

Loki arrived first, as tradition states, to the designated room in the temple. The observers had yet to arrive. They would wait until the bride made her appearance before they made themselves known. Loki took a quick glance around. He remembered this place but vaguely. The ceiling was high with animated paintings of cherubs and clouds to help bring about the mood. That was nearly impossible with fifteen sets of eyes on you while the deed was done.

And the bed. A rounded mattress on a high pedestal surrounded by gauzy drapes meant to keep the modesty but there was really no way to accomplish that. Loki sighed and let his gaze fall back on the double doors he’d walked through. Now was the waiting game.

He imagined it would take a while to ‘purify’ his new wife.

Good luck with that.

The doors opened to reveal a servant laden with a tray of various libations. Loki nodded his thanks as the servant left and moved to pour himself a drink. He lifted a decanter’s lid before deciding better of it. He didn’t need it.

But his nerves were on edge.

He took a shaky breath and made the decision to wait for Eris.

He turned and paced the around the large room. He made it around four laps before he heard the doors open again. He turned slowly expecting another servant dropping off food or something else of the sort. He wasn’t expecting to see a vision.

Eris changed out of her Asgardian wedding garb and into something he was more accustomed to seeing her in. But it wasn’t anything he expected.

Two sheer pieces of white silk covered her chest and back and connected to skirt that seemed to billow without wind and flowed down to the ground beneath her feet. Loki met her gaze and she smiled in that way that always drew him in without fail.

She nodded a bow, “Loki, God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard, husband.”

Loki returned the gesture, “Eris, Goddess of Chaos, Princess of Olympus, wife.” She grinned at the title.

“Wife,” she repeated. “I love it. And I love you.”

Loki smiled and extended his hand toward her. Her gaze never strayed from his even though Loki felt eyes begin to peer in on them. He kissed her palm, then her wrist, and slowly pulled the little woman closer to him until she was flush against his body. He bent to meet her ear “I love you more,” he sighed against her ear. He felt her lips quirk up against his neck. He pulled away from her slightly. “Would you like to sit?” She nodded and followed him to the bed. “Drink?”

She smirked at his question. “Nervous?”

“Of course I am. But this must normal for you.”

“Comfortable, even,” she joked. Loki hummed knowingly and took a sip of ale. His hand shook slightly. It would have gone unnoticed by anyone else but of course Eris took note. Her small hand met the back of the one he held his glass in and proceed to work its way down and up his arm to his shoulder where she gently kneaded his muscles. “Relax, my love,” she breathed. Her hands worked their way up to the base of his skull, massaging behind his ears, then up to his temple before making their way back down but the stopped at the collar of his top.

“Keep going,” Loki urged. Instead of reconnecting her nimble fingers to where he carried the most stress, she unbuttoned his collar, then undid the straps around his torso just enough so that her hands could reach into his shirt and massage against his skin. Loki leaned back into her touch. It was like she was sending calming energy through her touch.

Or maybe the alcohol was finally doing its job.

Then there was a cough from one of the spectators and it immediately pulled Loki from Eris’s trance. He stifled a gasp as he stiffed against her. She pulled her hands from his body.

“Maybe we should try something else,” the little woman suggested. “Lie down.” She pressed him onto the bed softly before sitting on his lap above him. “What do you love most about me?”

“That you understand me. You never judge me. You always listen.”

She gave him a small smile. “I meant physically but I will take that too.”

“Ah,” Loki grinned. “You’re eyes. They reflect your mood. I never have to speculate about what is on your mind.”

“And sexually?” she almost whispered.

Loki thought for moment before answering. He had a quick answer and he had a thought out answer but he had the distinct feeling that Eris wanted to quick answer. “Truthfully?” She nodded once. “Your breasts.”

“I knew it!” she grinned.

“Is there a point to this exercise?” Loki smirked. She only smirked in return before rolling off of him. Loki turned to his side so he could watch her.

“How far have your abilities in illusion come?”

“Again, Eris, the point?”

“Create me a beach.” Loki didn’t even need to blink. The space around them became an ocean and ground beneath the bed a tiny island. Eris rolled off the bed and walked into waves. “Perfect,” she grinned back at him before taking the short stroll around the bed. When she returned to his view, she was dressed in skin tight strip of white leather that covered just her most intimate regions. Loki couldn’t stop the expression that crossed his face. He stood, as if beckoned and stepped in front of her. She quirked an expectant brow at him.

“Perfect,” he whispered. She stepped into his arms and pushed his top from his shoulders. He felt the artificial sun warm his skin as soon as the article was removed. Loki lifted the little woman and she kissed him. Softly at first before becoming more needy. He toted her back to the bed and placed her on her back before crawling over her. Their lips met once more and the Asgardian couldn’t stop his free hand from massaging her chest roughly. He loved the way the soft flesh molded around his hands and how she groaned out protests when he was too rough. But she didn’t stifle her moans this evening. The tiny strip of fabric covering her was gone and forgotten and there was nothing between the object of his desires and him but his own clothing. When Loki pulled away to remedy this, he made the mistake of making eye contact with his new wife. Her expression was pleading, begging to be had in roughest ways possible. Loki nodded, needing to give that to her. His remaining clothes were gone in a blink and they were both left nude and vulnerable on an illusioned island surrounded by spectators.

But they were the last thing on his mind.

Her legs were already wrapped around his torso so he didn’t have to do much: just enter. A soft whine escaped her lips and her eye fluttered closed.

Loki woke the next morning to see his new wife perched on the edge of their bed plaiting her hair and watching the sun rise. He lifted himself and crawled behind her. “Good morning, wife,” he whispered in her ear softly and kissed her neck.

Her gaze shifted to his and a small smile graced her lips. “Good morning, husband.”

“You are up far too early for the night we had,” Loki sighed and fell across the bed just behind her.

“I am thanking my mother for this union. And my brother for this beautiful sun rise on this first day of marriage. And my other brother for such a wonderful reception. I feel our union has been blessed by my family despite their disapproval of me.” Loki hummed in agreement and kissed her shoulder.

“And what about the show we put on for the holy men? Who have you thanked for that?” Loki questioned with a smirked.

“For that, I thank myself,” the little woman grinned and sent her new husband into a fit of laugher as well.

“I love you so much,” Loki sighed between chuckles.

“And I love you,” Eris smiled and lied back so her head rested on his stomach. “A piece of me is in shock that I am actually married to someone. It is status I never imagined I would claim.”

“And why is that?” Loki probed and ran his hand over her head.

“I was such an outcast on Olympus. Why would anyone want me? Why did you want me?”

Loki inhaled deeply considering how to answer her question. “My first thought of you was you are the most beautiful creature I have ever set my eyes on. My second was of kinship. A fellow outcast among the gods.” Eris hummed accepting his answer before turning fully to face him.

“Shall we put on another show?” She asked, much more lighthearted.

“For whom? We are alone now.”

“I hear Heimdall is always watching.”

“You little minx,” Lokie grins before pulling his wife back down into his embrace.

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artificialvoyage · 1 year

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( @hitchikingghost ) 🦅 STEVE ROGERS & NATASHA ROMANOFF

🦅 ( meme ) [ FINAL ]: a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.

🦅 - Nat, i’m sitting in the living room of tony’s house in the woods and dressed for one of the worst days of my, well everyone’s, lives. the other was losing you. tony’s gone, which i’m sure wherever the two of you are now, you’ve found out and probably said a string of things to him about the sacrifice play but... he probably gave it right back to you, too. in his own way. but it’s hard. today is hard. everyone’s mourning him, and we can’t even mourn you. clint’s a wreck, bruce is silent, and i’m just here. thor’s trying his best to keep spirits up, telling us tales of how honorable it is to die in battle - and it caused me to crack a smile in what seemed like forever. but it’s not the same without you. and that’s a fact. i miss you, a lot. you’re one of the few i’ve ever fully trusted and i am forever grateful for it. i’m gonna make some decisions after the funeral, some hard ones - and i’m gonna come by and see where you were last and i’m gonna talk to you like i would normally. i plan to return the stones and thor’s hammer, and vormir will be my last stop. there’s some things i want to tell you, things i think i should have said before all this - things i hope you’ll be able to hear. find me, if you can - i’ll be waiting.

- steve.

#[ 🦅 ] STEVE ROGERS { thread }#[ 🦅 ] STEVE { with NATASHA ROMANOFF }#hitchikingghost

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puckwritesstuff · 2 years

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Prompt request for Friends With Benefits AU: Before the confession, typical Stark forces Loki and Sigyn to attend another party. Stark encourages Steve to talk to Sigyn because he noticed Loki's behavior towards Sig, so it's like his little experiment. Loki doesn't like how intimate the two look (even though its not), so he gives the signal to Sigyn about their arrangement. Stark saw how eager Loki was to leave. And that is how the speculation about the two started for each Avenger.

The Avengers are slightly more observant than Thor and most of the other Asgardians. Slightly.

Thank you for the ask!

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Steve stood off to the side, doing as best to blend into the crowd as a six-foot tall, physically flawless super soldier could. Especially one that everyone was there to see. Thankfully for Steve, attention was mostly focused on the speaker, who was explaining how all the money these people had paid to get into the party was going to help with rebuilding in Kathmandu. It was just about the only reason Tony could get all of them there.

The speaker finished, and Steve tried to duck away before the crowd descended. Tony got him by the arm.

“You’re not leaving yet, Cap,” Tony said.

“This really isn’t my kind of event, Tony,” Steve said. “And in any case, I showed up, I’ve talked to people, I’ve been here two and a half hours, I think—”

“We’ve only got another 30 minutes,” Tony said. “If crashing that plane didn’t kill you, mingling for another half hour won’t either.”

Tony scanned the crowd for a second. He noticed that neurosurgeon from Metro-General trying to flirt with Sigyn. She smiled politely and her eyes were bored.

“Looks like the princess could use rescuing,” Tony mentioned.

“I’ll get her out,” Steve said.

He walked over to Sigyn and Tony smirked.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

Tony nearly dropped his glass at the sound of Natasha’s voice. She materialized next to him, wearing a sleek black dress.

“How the hell did you—”

She gave him a look and he didn’t bother finishing the question.

“So, who’s the target?” Natasha asked. “You don’t seem the type to play matchmaker.”

“On the contrary, I’m a big fan of love,” Tony said. “But we’re actually looking over there.”

He subtly gestured towards Loki, who hadn’t taken his eyes of Sigyn all night. Tony couldn’t blame him— Sigyn managed to quickly grasp Earth fashion and that golden dress she was in had the word “bombshell” written all over it.

“They’re sleeping together, right?” Natasha said.

“Well, now, I know that because they live in the tower and they’re not exactly quiet about it,” Tony said. “How did you figure it out?”

“It’s my job to read people, Tony,” she said. “Like the way Loki’s jaw is clenching because Sigyn just took Steve’s hand, or how Sigyn physically keeps space between her and the people she talks to.”

“They could just tell us they’re in a relationship,” Tony said. “Like we’re going to tell on them to Odin, or whoever?”

“I don’t think it’s that,” Natasha said. “I don’t think they’ve told each other they’re in a relationship yet.”

“You’d think the sex would be a clue,” Tony said.

“Coming from you, that’s adorable,” Natasha said in a deadpan. “Sex is sex. We both know that.”

“You think they started out sleeping together and then caught feelings,” Tony said.

“I’m not even going to bother trying to work out the complete history of a 15-hundred-year friendship,” Natasha said. “But you really want to stir things up?”

Steve politely bowed out and Sigyn walked over to Loki, who visibly relaxed as he put a hand on her waist and whispered in her ear. Sigyn smiled wryly.

“Steve’s not your guy,” Natasha said. “Too clean, too formal. He’s not interested and Loki knows it.”

“Who are you thinking?” Tony asked.

Natasha nodded back over to them as Bruce walked over to the Asgardians. Sigyn perked up, and Loki’s hand got tighter on her waist.

“Really?” Tony said.

“She’s got a bit of a crush,” Natasha said. “Ever since the Hulk stopped that building from falling on her.”

“Well, who wouldn’t?” Tony said. “What’s not to like about a guy trying to hide an enormous, green, rage monster inside him?”

“You do realize who you’re trying to set her up with, right?” Natasha said.

Tony paused. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Natasha said.

“Oh, she’s got it bad,” Tony said. “I thought it was just him.”

“Not just him,” Natasha said. “He’s slightly more aware of it than she is, though.”

“I see,” Tony said.

“So how long do you think it will take?” she asked.

“I think all they need is a push,” Tony said. “I’d love to watch, but I’d guess that it’ll happen in private.”

“Sure,” Natasha said. “They’ll want to get to a bed as quickly as possible after.”

Tony choked on his drink.

“I’ll talk to Bruce,” Natasha said. “Get Loki out when he goes in.”

She walked over to the other three.

“Can I borrow Bruce for a moment?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” Loki said before Sigyn could answer.

Natasha pulled Bruce away so that they were out of earshot of the two Asgardians.

“Everything okay?” Bruce asked.

“You should ask Sigyn out,” she said.

“Um…” Bruce gave her a concerned look. “Are you trying to get me killed, Nat? Because I’m pretty sure her and Loki are—”

“They’re not,” she said.

“They’re not?” he said.

“Nope.”

Bruce paused. “So what’s the point of this?”

“You’re the one with seven PhD’s you figure it out,” she said, directing him back to Sigyn and Loki.

“Everything all right?” Sigyn asked.

“Um, yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, just fine, I was, um…”

Tony walked up to the group.

“Hey, Reindeer Games, I’ve got some people who will give another hundred thousand for five minutes with the two of us,” Tony said. “Let’s go.”

“Duty calls,” Sigyn said.

Loki rolled his eyes. “We leave in fifteen minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Not on your life,” she said, smirking.

Loki went with Tony and looked back to see Sigyn smiling and nodding at Bruce. His heart sunk in his chest.

“You’ll get out of here soon enough,” Tony said.

“So you say every time,” Loki said.

“What, you got somewhere to be?” Tony asked.

Loki paused. “No.”

“So we’re good,” Tony said. “Now, here we are, this is…”

Tony introduced the people he’d brought Loki over to meet. As they talked, Loki kept stealing glances over at Sigyn, who had been surrounded by donors again. He knew the difference between her fake smile and the real one. The one she’d had with Bruce was real.

Damn, he thought. This is not good.

#prompt #fanfiction #loki #sigyn #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanov #bruce banner #logyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 36 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 37

Summary : You spend your last day at the mansion before the wedding . Loki tells you about his sister and Thor.

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing, short chapter

"Why are you leaving I don't understand, stay one more day please" you told Peter, he had his stuff packed and you were all downstairs saying goodbye to him. But you knew the truth, it was all part of the plan.

"I can't, I have to be in Namibia with my team, I really wanted to go there for a long time" Katlyn hugged him tightly and he rolled his eyes.

"Awn I'll miss you cutie, visit soon?" She cooed to him and he smiled.

"Good luck for tomorrow y/n" he said to you and your eyes teared up, he was doing you a huge favor, he was being a really good friend and you really hoped that he'd find someone for himself soon, you couldn't take how he was looking at you.

"Thank you" you mumbled softly and he smiled. You would see him tomorrow, probably for the last time, well atleast for a very long time and your heart felt heavy but you were ready for this, you wanted to leave and never come back here ever again.

Loki had the slip Bruce gave him in his hand, he dialed the number on a burner phone and called him, his nerves were shaken as he had no idea what was happening here, no fucking clue. The call got picked up after a few rings but he heard no greeting,

"It's Loki, is someone there?" He asked and Bruce responded.

"Hi, I just..there's something I need to talk about "

"Talk then" Loki answered him and Bruce sighed.

"She's getting married tomorrow" he mumbled and Loki's brows furrowed,

"Yes and?"

"What are you going to do about it?" He asked Loki and Loki ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't know if he could trust this man yet, whatever you told him about Bruce gave him the image of a kind natured person but then where was he all these years when you were suffering here? Did he even try to contact you?

"Why would I do something?"

"You don't have to lie to me, I know she likes you, maybe more, she trusts you that's why she took you to that room in the shelter" Loki's eyes flickered as he heard that, how did he know? "And I saw the way you protected her, the way you looked at her, she's not just your client is she?"

Loki sighed and got up from the bed in frustration,

"Where were you all these years, I ..she had suffered all alone here, she thought of you like a father but you didn't protect her"

"I couldn't, I was dead for the world and we were on the run.. it's a long story but we tried our best to leave her with something, she didn't come to us and we thought she didn't want to, we respected her decision "

Loki was even more confused now, what did he mean that you didn't go to them? Who's we? "Loki, does she want to marry Steve?" Bruce asked him and he sighed again,

"I can't divulge that information, who's we? you said we right?"

Bruce sighed before he told him the whole truth, Loki was restless after that, Bruce was right, you weren't ready to hear the truth, you'd feel betrayed and hurt by it. He didn't want to hide the truth from you but what was he supposed to tell you and how? Especially not today, he had a whole plan for tomorrow and he didn't want anything to come between it.

At night you got ready for your rehearsal dinner, you had worn a full length bodycon black dress, you knocked on his door and he opened it soon, he was in his usual attire looking sexy as fuck, he pulled you in after making sure there was nobody around and you wrapped your arms around his neck,

"Hii" you smiled as you spoke even though your heart was beating faster than usual, tomorrow was your wedding day and you feared things wouldn't go according to the plan, you feared for his life more so than anything else.

"Hiii baby" he kissed on your neck, a long soft kiss then he cupped your cheeks and looked at you momentarily, admiring the beautiful view before he kissed you tenderly.

"Hiii dadddy" your smile reached your eyes as you spoke and his eyes teared up but he didn't want you to see it so he kissed you again.

"You look beautiful, so beautiful, how dare you?" you chuckled as he said that

"Well how dare you look so handsome?" He placed his hands on the side of your waist and pressed you against the door, his lips found your neck again and you sneaked your hands inside his coat to caress his back, your head rested on the door as he continued to shower you in soft wet kisses, he didn't want to leave a mark or get you in trouble.

"Your arm feels better?" You mumbled and he hummed in response, he was nervous about tomorrow as well but he had to try his best, he can't let you down. If he does he'd never be able to live with the truth of disappointing you like that.

"I love you lo" he looked at you as you whispered in his ear,

"I love you little one"

Your phone pinged so you grabbed your clutch from the dresser and took it out, there was a message from Steve so you read his message out loud,

"Reach before 7 you fucking whore..hmm I think we need to go" his jaw clenched at the disrespect, what was his problem? Why was everyone around you so awful to you for no reason, how could they even look at his babygirl and be mean to her for no absolute reason? He couldn't fathom it

On the way, in the privacy of your car you got onto his lap, the slit on the both sides of your thighs helped you sit comfortably, that was one of the reasons you even chose the dress, just so you could do this or it would come in handy if he wanted to pick you up and press you against the door, unfortunately he had hurt his arm.

Your lips latched onto his as you couldn't stop kissing him, there were so many things running through his head and he did seem a little distracted but you pinned the reason being what was going to happen tomorrow, but that wasn't the only reason anymore.

"Tell me about your sister" you mumbled and he snapped out of his mind before he smiled.

"She's nice, a little bossy, her name is Hela, she's 30, lives in Indiana"

"In the cottage you got?" You asked him and he shook his head.

"No she got her own place, you want to see the picture of my niece?"

"You have a niece?" Your eyes widened and he nodded. You knew nothing about his personal life huh.

He took out his phone and showed you a picture of him with a little girl around 8 and his sister, he was wearing a hoodie and he looked very domestic.

But something caught your eye.

"Lo why is she in a wheelchair?" You asked him and his eyes teared up,

"She lost her legs in an accident in London. She moved here a few months ago because I knew I would be here for work for a very long time and I wanted her nearby"

"I'm so sorry " you mumbled softly as you hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"Is she the one you said you had to take care of?" he nodded as you questioned him,

"It was tough at first, she couldn't imagine living like this but little Amaya here became her strength. She is an artist, very gifted, but that's not enough to raise a kid, especially here. I got her my job at the bakery I told you about so she makes enough for herself while I'm taking care of Amaya " you smiled as he said that. His caring nature was something you fell in love with the most, now you knew that he was like that with everyone he loved.

"What about Thor? Does he help her too?" his eyes teared up more when you questioned .

"She wouldn't want that" He said that as he put his phone back in his coat pocket

"Why?" You looked at him confused and he placed his head down on your chest.

"He was the reason behind the accident, he was driving that night and he was drunk. The fame has gotten to his head a little and they were arguing about it, it was raining heavily, he got distracted and their car rolled off the street, he was hurt too but nothing permanent while her whole life turned around for worse" you wiped his tears with your fingers, he had been through so much and you had no idea about any of it.

"I'm so sorry lo, Is that the reason you guys don't talk?" You asked him as you pressed kisses on his head softly.

"Noo. I never blamed him but he blamed himself enough for both of us, Hela refused to even look at him again and it was hard for him to forgive himself for that night. She's our little sister, we were supposed to protect her" you tightened your grip around him as his voice cracked "He distanced himself after that, moved here, forgot about us, but I know he cares alot about both of us. He saved my life in Cairo you know, he was the one who found me because he was keeping an eye on me through Stark" he sniffled and you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck then you placed soft kisses on his cheek to comfort him.

"It wasn't your fault Lo, it wasn't his fault either, an incident like that must be burdening for him too but I get why she couldn't forgive him. She feels betrayed, a part of her was destroyed by someone she loved and looked upto, a mistake but it changed her whole life so I don't blame her either" he looked at you as you said that. And that's when he knew what the truth about Bruce will do to you. He clutched onto you as he cried silently, he only hoped that you'd allow him to let in when the truth is out in the open. He hoped that you won't push him away too.

You thought about the picture he had kept in his dresser and your heart felt sad for him, a moment changed everything, it broke his little happy family, he had already lost his mother and then the incident changed the relationships between all of them. But he wasn't alone, you promised yourself that you'd never let him be alone again.

"So he's a good one huh, I always thought he was a jerk" he chuckled as you said that,

"Well he's a bit of a jerk but he means well" you smiled and kissed him softly, thanking Thor mentally for saving Loki's life because you didn't know what you'd do without him.

"I'm looking forward to meeting your sister, I hope she'll like me" he kissed your forehead as you whispered.

"She'll love you so much baby" you smiled but a thought bothered you suddenly.

"How would you take care of your niece if you're not a bodyguard anymore?" he tucked your hair behind your ear and pulled you closer to him to kiss you. He didn't want you to worry about that

"I have saved up and I'll figure something out okay? You don't have to worry or feel guilty about it" you nodded before you snuggled into him and he just held you so close to him, basking in your sweet scent and warmth.

During the rehearsal dinner Steve's mom continued to taunt you for one thing or another, and you tried so hard to not let it get to you but it did make you sad, you missed your mom more than ever, what would your life be like if she was still here? Would she allow you to marry Steve? You didn't think so.

You went back to the mansion with Steve and Erik, Loki was to escort Katlyn and his mom.

"Tomorrow I'll get your leash in my hands, you know what that means right?" Steve whispered in your ears and you flinched. You didn't want to respond to him and make this worse so you stayed quiet. You missed Loki next to you. When he sat next to you, you felt so calm and so safe.

Just one more day and then you wouldn't have to steal moments to be with him.

When you stepped inside your bedroom, you packed everything you wanted to take with you, which wasn't a lot. You took out her letter from the locker and kept it safely in the bag along with her pictures and the gifts she has given you, you made sure to keep the expensive ring Steve gave you, maybe that'll help later. You didn't want to be a burden on Loki, you had to take care of him too, it just wasn't his responsibility.

At night instead of you going to him, he came to you, he noticed you didn't eat anything at the dinner rehearsal so he brought dinner with him along with dessert. Of course.

He sat down on the bed and it reminded you of the day he kissed you for the first time,

"All ready for tomorrow?" He sighed as you asked him.

"All set, yes. Are you feeling okay?" He asked you and you nodded,

"I am just.. nervous" you mumbled softly and he kissed your forehead.

"I am too baby, it will be okay"

And you hoped so, you truly wished for him to be okay tomorrow because more than your freedom you valued his life and you knew what your father will do to him if he gets caught. The same thing he did to Bruce .

Loki promised to get you out of here but he was afraid what would happen when you'll find out about Bruce.

And about your mother being alive.

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hjbender · 4 years

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Thor in his leather sub-armor // Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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Tongue Tied ~ P.P

synopsis: a cover up lie leads to the team thinking you and Peter are sleeping together

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“This is bogus.” Peter whined.

“Watch your language.” You mumbled without looking up from your phone.

“We should be able to go on missions with the rest of the team. I cannot believe they left us behind. And can you believe that “you’re too young” bullshit? Mr. Stark didn’t think I was too young when he recruited me for the fight in Germany.” Peter said as he paced around your bedroom.

“Hey, maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world that we got left behind.” You shrugged. “We have the tower to ourselves. When has that ever happened?”

“You’re right. We could do anything.” Peter realized as he stopped pacing.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” You asked as you put your phone down.

“Invade everyone’s privacy and rummage through their things?” Peter asked as a smile tugged on his lips.

“Hell yeah.”

Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bed before you both raced down the hall. You went into Natasha’s room first, Peter starting on her dresser drawers while you went through her closet.

“Woah. Check this out.” You said as you stepped out of Natasha’s walk in closest. You had put on an old dress of hers, a skin tight cheetah print dress with ruffles around the top. Peter’s draw dropped and he momentarily forgot his own name.

“Wow.” He squeaked. “That’s a nice dress. It’s Nats?”

“Hard to believe right? I never see her wear stuff like this.” You said as you admired yourself in the mirror. Peter admired you too before quickly looking away, always feeling guilty for the way he felt about his best friend.

“Wow. Her heels fit me too. I can’t believe how many pairs she has.” You said as you stumbled forward in a pair of tall black heels.

“Careful now.” Peter warned. “This is still Nat’s room so try not to fall. The carpet is probably made of fiberglass or something to ward off enemies.”

“I’m not gonna fall.” You rolled your eyes before rolling your ankle and landing on the floor with a hard thud. Peter ran to help you up before gently sitting you on Nat’s bed and taking the heels off of you.

“Why don’t we try something safer?” He chuckled as he put the heels back in her closet. “Come look through the drawers with me. She’s got a lot of interesting stuff.”

You gave Peter an embarrassed smile before joining him by her dresser.

“Why does Natasha keep a karaoke microphone in her nightstand?” Peter asked as he pulled something out of her bottom drawer.

“So that is a vibrator.” You nodded when you saw what Peter was holding. He immediately dropped it and turned bright red.

“Oh God.” He grinned and wiped his hands off on his shirt. “It’s so big.”

“You think?” You scrunched your nose. “Mines bigger.”

Peters eyes widened as he looked up at you. You noticed his reaction and burst out laughing.

“Kidding.” You said in a sing song voice. “Come here. Help me out of this dress.”

Peter gulped as you turned around and moved your hair away from the zipper. He zipped your dress down, stopping just above your waistline. His cheeks blushed when he saw the band of your black bra and he sucked in an sharp breath.

“Thanks. I’m gonna change out of this so Nat doesn’t know we were in here. I’ll meet you in Thor’s room.” You told him as you walked back over to the closet. Peter gave you one last look before leaving the room. When you finally joined him in Thor’s room, you were back in your normal clothes.

“Come look at this. Thor keeps a drawer full of loose protein powder.” Peter laughed as he waved you over.

“I’m disappointed but not surprised.” You said as you leaned over his shoulder. You both wondered over to the closet and opened it up.

“Wow. No shirts.” Peter noted.

“But so many capes. When does he even wear these?” You wondered as you took one off a hanger. You put it around Peter’s shoulders and adjusted it to fit him.

“There. You look very brave.” You smiled as you fixed the collar of his shirt.

“I look very dumb.” Peter corrected you.

“I don’t think so. I think you look like a hero.” You shrugged before going over to Thor’s vanity. Peter gave you a longing look before hanging up the cape.

“Look at this.” You chuckled. “He has boxes of blonde hair dye and like 50 beard trimmers.”

“I wouldn’t touch that it I were you.” Peter said when he saw what you were holding.

“Why not?” You asked as you turned the trimmer on.

“It’s not for your face.” He said, making you drop it immediately.

“On that note, let’s go to Scott’s room.” You wiped your hands off on your shirt before leaving the room. After rummaging through Scotts things, Peter found something worthy of your attention.

“Is that…”

“Scotts enlarging machine thing.” Peter nodded with a wicked smile.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” Peter agreed. “But we shall.”

“Whip your dick out. Lets make it huge and sell pictures of it online.” You grabbed Peter’s arm and excitedly bounced on your heels.

“Okay.” He shrugged as he went to undo his belt buckle.

“I was kidding.” You chuckled and gave him a strange look.

“Psh. I knew that.” Peter lied as he put his belt back on.

“Let’s go make some giant grapes and eat them like apples.” You suggested as you took the machine from him. You went to the kitchen together and lined up grapes on the counter to enlarged them.

“Oops. I got the spoon.” You grimaced as you accidentally made an ordinary spoon the size of a spatula. Peter picked up one of the enlarged grapes and bit into it before passing it to you.

“We should’ve done this years ago.” He said with a mouthful of grape. “I feel like Thumbelina.”

“You know, there’s one room we haven’t gone into yet.” You said with a wicked smile.

“We can’t.” Peter said, knowing exactly where you wanted to go.

“Come on, Pete.” You whined. “When will we get this chance again? We gotta go through Tony’s room. Aren’t you curious about what he keeps in there?”

“A little.” He admitted.

“Then come on. Let’s go explore.” You took Peter’s hand and led him into Tony and Pepper’s bedroom. When you opened up Tony’s closet, you found multiple pictures of Bucky pinned to a cork board. They were all crossed out or drawn on with red paint.

“Should we be worried about this?” Peter asked as he peered over your shoulder at the shrine. You stared at it for a while as you mulled it over in your head.

“Nah.” You said finally and shut the closet. Peter left your side and wandered over to a steel door with a passcode. He hit 1234 on a whim and was pleasantly surprised when it opened.

“This man is a billionaire and his password is 1234.” Peter mumbled as he walked through the door. You followed Peter into the second room and found yourselves surrounded by high tech weapons, pictures of Tony’s parents, and a refrigerator.

“Okay, I know he’s rich and all but does he really need a refrigerator in his room?” You asked as you nudged Peter’s side.

“I know right? What does he even keep in here?” Peter wondered as he opened the refrigerator.

“No way.” Your jaw dropped when you saw what was inside. “Tony keeps every Ben and Jerry’s flavor in his refrigerator?”

“Should we…try every flavor?” Peter smiled deviously as he looked at you.

“With comically large spoons?” You raised your eyebrow and pulled the spatula sized spoon out of your back pocket.

“Woah! Nice job.” Peter grinned as he took the spoon from you.

“It was an accident but it ended up coming back as a comedic moment.” You shrugged as you returned the grin. You and Peter grabbed a couple flavors and took a seat on the floor. An hour later, you were surrounded by empty ice cream tubs and feeding each other off the comically large spoon.

“Do you remember Flappy Bird? And Angry Birds? What ever happened to those? I used to play them for hours.” You said as you scraped the bottom of a tub of New York Super Fudge Chunk.

“I never really played those. I liked Jetpack joyride.” Peter replied as he licked his spoon.

“I fucking loved Jetpack Joyride.” You sat up in surprise when you remembered the game.

“Me too. And Wedding Dash. That one was fun. But my favorite was-“

“Doodle Jump?” You finished his sentence for him with a smirk.

“Yes. Exactly.” He smiled at you. “What was that one where you had to cut the rope to give that little green thing candy?”

“Cut the rope?” You giggled.

“Ah yes.” Peter nodded and scooted closer to you. Another hour later, you laying with your head in Peter’s lap as you both clutched your stomachs.

“Do you think Ben and Jerry were lovers?” You asked as you rubbed your full stomach.

“Yes. I do. And so were Barnes and Noble.” Peter replied as he ran his fingers through your hair. You and Peter wouldn’t normally do things as intimate as this, but you were letting it happen since you were too distracted by how full you felt.

“Yeah. Ben Barnes and Jerry Noble.” You chuckled before letting out a groan.

“Oh my God. What about Mick and Ick? Were they fucking?” Peter asked as he looked down at you.

“Probably.” You shrugged. “All best friends eventually do.”

“Oh yeah?” Peter blushed. “What grounds do you make that statement on?”

“I’m just saying.” You laughed. “It’s pretty gay to open a candy business together and name it after yourselves. That’s like schedule one gay activity.”

“What’s schedule two?” Peter humored you.

“I don’t know. Being a Zara Larson stan?” You shrugged and looked up at him. When Peter fell silent and refused to make eye contact, you sat up and looked at him with a dropped jaw.

“Oh. Peter.” You said quietly.

“I’m a Zara Larson stan.” He admitted without looking at you.

“I can’t look at you right now. You make me sick.” You scooted to sit beside him and clutched your stomach.

“Don’t tell anyone. Please. It’s my greatest secret.” Peter smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I swear. Your secret is safe with me.” You returned the smile as you looked up at him. Peter was about to lean in when his stomach let out the loudest gurgle he had ever heard.

“Aren’t you lactose intolerant?” You asked as you sat up.

“Oh shit.” Peter groaned and scrambled to get off the floor. He ran to the bathroom as you burst out laughing. After cleaning up the ice creams tubs and locking Tony’s door, you sat outside the bathroom to wait for Peter.

“Peter. Hurry up.” You whined as you banged your head on the door.

“Go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.” He said from inside the bathroom.

“Come on. They could be back any minute and I still have rooms I want to explore. You can have diarrhea later.”

“Oh, can I?” He replied sarcastically, making you laugh.

“Fine. Light a candle and meet me on the penthouse floor when you’re done.” You said before walking away from the bathroom door. When Peter left the bathroom a little while later, he saw that you had left a glass of water and some Pepto Bismal for him. He popped the pepto into his mouth before meeting you on the penthouse floor.

“There you are.” You smiled when you saw him. “Come here. There’s one room we haven’t gone into yet.”

“The robotics lab? Are you crazy?” Peter asked when he realized what door you were outside of.

“Come on. Mr. Stark forbid us from ever going in here. This could be our only chance to play with all the robots.” You tried to persuade Peter as you squeezed his hands. He looked down at your enjoined hands and smiled a little.

“We can’t just “play” with million dollar technology.” He told you. “Mr. Stark will kill us.”

“Not if he never finds out.” You smirked before turning to unlock the door.

“I don’t know. We could break something. Or get our sticky fingerprints on something.” Peter said as he hesitatingly followed you into the lab.

“You sound just like Mr. Stark. We’ll be fine as long as we’re careful.” You assured him as you carefully touched one of the robots.

“What if I poop on the floor?” Peter said as he nervously chewed his bottom lip.

“Peter, why would you do that?” You sighed. “Why would that happen?”

“I don’t know. I’m nervous.” He groaned. “And I just ate all that ice cream. What if I shit my pants?”

“Well…don’t.”

“Don’t shit my pants?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Don’t do that. Avoid it if you can.”

“I think everyone tries to actively avoid shitting their pants at all times. It’s something that just kinda happens.” Peter replied.

“Well don’t let it happen.” You shrugged and continued to look at the robots. Peter stayed in the middle of the lab, not daring to touch anything. As tempting as the state of the art technology was, he was too scared to break anything. You noticed the way Peter was nervously toying with his shirt and frowned.

“Pete, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can go back to Nats room and play with her vibrator or something.” You offered as you walked over to him. Peter looked at you for a while and found a smile tugging on his lips. He was scared to break something, but he was more scared to let you down.

“No. We can do that any day. Maybe later if the offer still stands. But right now, I wanna play with some robots.”

“You’re the best. Let’s go.” You grinned and pulled him over to the table.

“Woah. It’s huge in here. Look at all this stuff.” Peter’s eyes were wide as he looked around the lab. It was every piece of equipment he could think of and he couldn’t believe he was getting to touch it.

“What’s that?“ You asked as you pointed to a glowing pink flower.

“Sex pollen plant.” Peter warned. “Don’t go near it. I don’t really do that anymore.”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What?” Peter’s eyes darted to the side.

“What?” You asked again. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know. Check out this thing over here. It looks like a super charged leaf blower of something.”

“Mr. Stark told me about that. It’s supposed to seal black holes or something.” Peter said as he lifted the hose up to look at it.

“What do you think this button does?” You wondered as you hit a button on the side. The machine roared to life and adhered itself to the side of Peter’s neck.

“Oh God. It’s stuck to me. I can’t get it off.” He said as he tried to yank it off.

“Hang on. I’ll help you.” You dropped the machine and put both hands on the hose. When you finally pulled it off of his neck, you accidentally stepped on the machine and hit the reverse button. The machine flew off the grounds and began to fly around the room, smashing everything in its path. Peter quickly shot some webs at it to keep it in place as you ran to shut it off.

“Oh my God.” You panted. “I did not see that coming.”

“We just broke millions of dollars worth of equipment.” Peter gulped as he looked around the destroyed lab.

“It wasn’t us.” You said quickly. “It was the vacuum thingy.”

“The vacuum thingy that we were specifically told not to touch. Oh my God. Mr. Stark is going to kill me.” Peter groaned and sat on the floor. “This is why he doesn’t let me in here. He said I would break something and he was right. Only I didn’t just break something. I broke everything.”

“Maybe he won’t notice.” You smiled weakly. Peter gave you an unamused look just as a light fell from the ceiling.

“I think he’s gonna notice.” Peter said sarcastically. He got off the floor and looked around to asses the damage, heart sinking when he realized just how bad it was. You looked at him and felt guilty, knowing it was your fault he was in the lab in the first place.

“He’s gonna kill me. He’s gonna take away my suit and kill me. Or he’ll kill me with the suit. Or worse. He’ll take my suit and let me live. Then I’ll just go about my days as a disgraced ex-avenger. I’ll never be allowed back in the tower. Which means I’ll probably never see you again. And that’s the worst part of all of this.”

Peter sat back on the floor again and covered his face with his hands. You heard sniffles as his body shook slightly, making your heart break. You sat beside him and rubbed circles on his back.

“Hey, Pete. It’s gonna be okay.” You said gently.

“It’s not.” He sniffled. “I fucked up so bad.”

“You said they’re not coming back for a few days, right?” You asked as you turned his face to look at you.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“So we fix as much as we can until they get back. And then we just keep Mr. Stark away from this lab until we fix the rest. You’re the smartest guy I know and I’m sure there’s blueprints around here somewhere. You can fix the machines and I can clean the mess.”

“You really think we can pull this off?” Peter looked at you skeptically.

“It’s you and me. We can do anything.” You smiled and wiped his face with the bottom of your shirt.

“Okay.” Peter decided. “Let’s do it.”

You helped pull him off the floor and got to work. You swept up all the broken beakers and picked up the knocked over shelves while Peter got started on the robots. After a few hours into the work, he took his shirt off to cool off, leaving himself in a sweaty white tank top. You gulped at the sight of him before quickly looking away.

“I can’t do anymore. I’m exhausted.” Peter sighed and dropped his wrench. You watched as his pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweaty off his face, gulping a little at the sight of his glistening abs.

“Let’s call it quits for the day. We’ve done enough.” You replied as you struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Thanks for helping me clean up.” Peter said as he sat on the floor, patting the space beside him until you sat down too.

“I helped make the mess. It was the least I could do.”

“Still. I appreciate you helping me. You always help me out of the stupid shit I get myself into. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Peter smiled at you as he passed you his water bottle.

“You’re my best friend. If you got yourself into stupid shit, changes are I helped you get there. Honestly, I hope you and I get each other in and out of stupid shit for the rest of our lives.” You said as you took a long sip of water.

“Are you saying you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Peter teased.

“Of course I do.” You shrugged. “I guess I always kinda imagined us being together for the rest of our lives. I can’t imagine a world where we aren’t best friends.”

“Me either. I love you. I don’t say it enough.” Peter smiled softly as he put his hand on your knee.

“I love you too.” You returned the smile and held his gaze. You and Peter looked at each other for a while as your smiles slowly fell. Peter’s eyes slowly trailed down your face and landed on your lips, gulping a little when you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes shot back up to meet yours and before he knew it, he was leaning in.

When your lips first made contact, it was hesitant and and shy. You sat up a little and put your hand on Peter’s face to get a better angle. Peter sat up on his knees, wrapping one arm around your waist and slipping one behind your head and he deepened the kiss.

“What are we doing?” You asked between kisses.

“I don’t know. But I like it.” He smiled against your lips before kissing you again.

“Me too.” You giggled against his lips. You both stood up and Peter immediately pushed everything off a nearby lab table.

“We just cleaned that.” You whined, but you didn’t really care.

“I don’t care.” Peter shook his head before picking you up and laying you down on the lab table.

“Are there cameras in here?” You asked as Peter nipped at your neck.

“I hope not.” He smirked before tearing his tank top down the middle. You gasped in surprised and reached up to rake your nails down his abdomen. Peter rolled back down on top of you and pinned your wrists to the table as he kissed you. You tangled your fingers in his hair and gave it a tug and he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” Peter said between kisses as his hands slipped under your shirt.

“Then why haven’t we done this before?”

“Because I was too scared to tell my best friend that I’m in lo-“

“Front door opened.” FRIDAY’s voice rang through the lab, cutting Peter off.

“Front door? Is someone here?” You sat up and looked at Peter in fear.

“They can’t be. Mr. Stark said they wouldn’t be back for days.”

Peter threw his shirt back on and you smoothed your hair before leaving the lab. When you got to the kitchen, you found Sam eating an apple.

“Sam? What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he snuck you a concerned look. You cleared your throat and threw on a fake smile so Sam wouldn’t get suspicious.

“Hey. I busted my leg so I took the quinjet home. What have you guys been doing?” Sam asked as he took another bite of his apple. You and Peter exchanged another look and you quickly moved your hair to cover the hickies forming on your neck.

“Nothing.” Peter shrugged as you nodded way too many times.

“Okay. I’ll be in my room. You two have fun though. Doing “nothing” or whatever.” Sam looked at you skeptically before leaving the room. You and Peter made awkward eye contact before quickly looking away. Neither of you had any idea what to say after your little rendezvous in the lab.

“Why is my rose quartz out? Did you guys go in my room?” Sam yelled from his bedroom. You and Peter exchanged a look of fear before running away.

“Okay. I think I found away to fix the vacuum thingy, but I need two hands.” Peter whispered as he came into your room a few days later. You’d been spending all your time in the lab cleaning up the mess you had made without ever mentioning the kiss. Things were a little awkward between you and Peter, so you both just pretended it never happened.

“Oh good. Come in. We’ll do it together.” You told him. He closed your bedroom door behind him before going to sit on your bed.

“Damn. That thing really got you, huh? You have a huge bruise on your neck.” You said as you gently touched the side of Peter’s neck.

“Yeah. It doesn’t hurt though.” He shrugged, blushing a little from the way you were touching him. You nodded and quickly removed your hand, feeling awkward all of the sudden.

“Looks like you have some bruises too.” Peter said quietly as he eyed the hickies he had left on your neck. You quickly slapped your hand over them and looked up at him. You made awkward eye contact so you cleared your throat and looked away.

“So let’s fix this thing up.” You changed the subject and picked up the vacuum machine. Unbeknownst to either of you, Tony was walking down the hallway when he heard an interesting conversation from the other side of the door.

“So this just goes in here?” You asked as you tried to fit two pieces of the machine together.

“Yeah. Carefully. Go slow.” Peter cautioned.

“I’m nervous. You do it.” You said as you handed him the part.

“You got this. Here. I’ll steady your hands.” Peter offered as he put his hands over yours. Tony frowned and pressed his ear against the door to hear more.

“Is it in?” Peter asked you as he inspected the machine.

“I think so. Maybe try a little harder? I don’t think it’s deep enough.”

Peter pushed the part into place and you both heard a little click.

“That’s good.” You nodded. “Right there. Keep it right there.”

You picked up a screwdriver Petwr had brought and started to screw a nail into place, but it stopped halfway.

“Peter.” You sighed as you tried your hardest to tighten the screw. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“It’s okay. I got you. I’ll guide your through it. I may not look it, but I’ve done this a hundred times before.” Peter smiled at you as he helped you tighten the screw.

“A hundred times?” Tony grimaced from the other side of the door.

“Try moving your hand this way. It makes it easier.” Peter instructed as he moved on to the next screw.

“Wow. You’re really good at this.” You complimented.

“We’ll I’ve watched people do it online.” Peter shrugged. “That’s how I learned.”

At that point, Tony had heard enough. He knocked on your door to alert you to his presence. You and Peter scrambled to hide the machine under your bed before shouting “come in.”

“Mr. Stark. You’re back.” You blinked in surprise when he came into the room. You exchanged a nervous look with Peter before spotting a spare screw on your bed. Peter saw it at the same time and you both moved your hand to cover it, resulting in you accidentally putting your hand on top of Peter’s.

“Uh huh. Just got in. What’s going on in here?” Tony asked as he eyed your hands.

“Nothing.” Peter said quickly as you nodded profusely.

“Right.” Tony said skeptically. “So what did you two do while we were gone?”

“Not much.” You lied. “We just stayed in ours room mostly.”

“Yeah. It was pretty boring. We barely saw each other.” Peter lied as well as his cheeks flushed bright red.

“Uh huh.” Tony narrowed his eyes. “So what were you two doing just now?”

“Homework.” You shrugged as Peter avoided eye contact with Tony.

“Homework. With the door closed?” Tony raised his eyebrows.

“We didn’t want anyone to interrupt us.” Peter said weakly. Tony looked between the two of you and pursed his lips.

“Where is it?“ Tony asked, making you and Peter exchange a look of fear.

“Where’s what?” Peter asked nervously.

“The homework. I don’t see any books.” Tony replied as he dramatically looked around the room.

“We just finished.” You said quickly and Peter nodded in agreement. Tony looked between the two of you again and shook his head.

“Yeah, no. I don’t buy it. What were you guys really doing?” He asked and folded his arms.

“Um…” Peter gulped and looked at your for help. When he turned his head, Tony noticed the bruise on Peter’s neck from the vacuum incident.

“Oh. I get it.” Tonys eyes softened. “Sorry guys. No further questions.”

“Really?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. You looked at Tony curiously and wondered why he seemed embarrassed.

“Yeah. Just make sure you guys are using protection, okay? Trust me on that one. We have no idea just how radioactive Peter is.” He said as he pointed between the two of you. You caught on quicker than Peter and sucked in a sharp breath.

“Wait, what?” Peter looked around in confusion.

“Well you guys were having sex, right?” Tony asked. Peter looked at you with wide eyes and you made a face. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the truth and you both knew you had to go along with it.

“Yes.” You said after a beat of silence. “We were.”

“Wow.” Tony nodded. “I mean I knew you guys were together for a while. I just didn’t realize how serious you were.”

You and Peter looked at each other again but tried to keep your faces neutral. You simultaneously turned back to Tony with forced smiles.

“Yep. We’re serious.” Peter lied as he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Very serious.” You nodded repeatedly, a tell you were beginning to realize you had.

“Okay. Well good for you guys.” Tony smiled softly. “I won’t ask anymore questions. Just keep in mind what I said about using protection, okay? I trust you guys know what’s best.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark.” You returned the fond smile. He gave you and Peter one last look before leaving your room. There was a long, awkward silence between you and Peter until he broke it.

“Okay. So. Tony thinks we’re having sex.” Peter said curtly.

“I mean, I guess that’s better than him knowing what we were actually doing?” You shrugged. “He told us not to go in the lab. He never told us not to have sex.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” Peter nodded and turned bright red. “It’s better that he thinks we were…physically intimate.”

“I agree.” You replied as you nodded too many times.

“He didn’t really seem surprised. Did you notice that?” Peter asked you.

“Yeah. And he said he knew we together for a while. What did that mean?”

“I have no idea. I don’t even know why he thought that’s what we were doing. I mean, that’s just crazy. Us having sex? What?” Peter laughed nervously as his eyes darted to the side.

“Yeah. For sure. That would be an absurd thing for us to do.” You began to nod again and didn’t stop.

“I’ve totally never thought about it.” Peter lied through a forced laugh.

“Me either.” You forced an even harder laugh. Peter could hear your heart beating louder than usually and wondered momentarily if you might be lying.

“What’s wrong?” He asked when he noticed your frown.

“Mr. Stark said he trusts us.” You smiled sadly. “And we just lied right to his face.”

“We had to. He can’t know about the damage to the lab.” Peter reminded you as he placed his hand on your knee.

“I know. I just feel bad. He was so nice to us just now. It makes me feel guilty for lying.” You sighed and placed your hand on top of his. It wasn’t something you’d normally do, but you felt like you could turn to him for comfort now that you had this secret between you.

“I feel guilty too. But we only have to lie until the lab is fixed.” Peter gave your hand a gentle squeeze to soothe you before you both realized how couply that was. You quickly withdrew your hands and looked away.

“Okay. You’re right.” You said after. A minute. “We can lie for a little while. He’s just one person. One person can think we had sex.”

The next day, you were washing a bowl in the kitchen sink when Pepper walked in.

“So.” She grinned as she leaned on the counter beside you. “You and Peter, huh?”

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Avengers x reader soulmate chapter 2

As you left for school the next day, you had an eye out for soulmates. You had dressed up just in case you met your mates, but you were going to try to avoid that if possible. You had made it to the end of the day without any problems, and were hoping that you could catch your bus and get home without contact. Unfortunately, the moment you walked out of school, 4 marks began burning. You were on high alert when you made eye contact with the one and only Steve Rodgers. Your eyes widened, and you turned to run, but you found yourself facing Bucky Barnes. Starting to panic, your eyes darted around for a way out, but you couldn't see one as Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff had just shown up.

You wanted to run away, but you knew you would be caught and you didn't want to make a scene. They were giving you space, not wanting to scare you. You started walking towards Natasha.

"I'll talk to you guys now if it doesn't make a scene. Is that okay?" You asked , somehow keeping your voice calm.

"Doll, would you mind heading back to the Avengers tower with us? The others wanna meet you too." Bucky said.

" Wait, you know I have 9 soulmates? And you're okay with it? You don't hate me for it? "

"Oh honey, that's completely out of your control! Why would we hate you for something that you were born with?" Natasha asked.

" I don't know, I guess I was just worried. ". You knew that now they had you, they wouldn't let you leave for a while. They seemed nice and they didn't have you, which immediately made you feel safer around them. You figured that since your bus was probably gone, a couple hits from your dad were going to happen anyways so you might as well go with them to the tower. "I'll go to the tower with you if you want."

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You were talking to the Avengers about anything but your home life, deflecting questions you didn't want to answer by asking the person a question in return. You had learned about what it was like to be an Avenger, the tower, and their personal hobbies, and told them about your school, classes and personal favorites like food and color. Everything was going well until you reached the common room and all to the Avengers were waiting there for you. (Your soul mates are Natasha, Bucky, Steve, Wanda, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, and Clint).

Thor cheered loudly and yelled something about victory, but you were too overwhelmed to understand. You flinched back, hoping that none of the Avengers had noticed. Unfortunately for you, you were in a room with some of the best trained spies in the country, maybe even the world. Each one of them noticed the flinch ( aside from Thor who was still being his loud cheery self), just chose not to mention it.

You were incredibly uncomfortable but trying to hide it to the best of your ability. You were in a room full of amazing, incredible people, and you were just little old you. Nothing special, just a mediocre girl. You were fat, ugly, and not at all for for your soul mates who were the most amazing creations ever. The conversations were going pretty smooth until Tony brought up your family.

"So princess, what are your parents like?". Tony was asking.

"Uhm, they are really generous with me, they give me all the things I need like food and clothes or school supplies," you said, not really sure how to answer. You tried to steer the conversation away from family. "What is your lab like?"

" Bruce and I can show it to you later. What do your parents do? " he asked, knowing very well that they didn't work.

"Uhhh, my mom is a stay at home mom, and my dad recently got fired so I'm the only worker in our family at the moment." This wasn't true, your parents had never worked since you had been old enough to get a job.

"Wow, that's pretty impressive. If you ever need help financially, don't hesitate to ask. We are soulmates, princess!" He said with a wink.

You gave him a nervous laugh and a nod.

After a bit, you glanced at the clock. Mistake. A bolt of panic shot through you. It was 10 minutes past when dinner was supposed to be ready for your parents. You thought of everything that they would do, all the horrible things that would happen, and you went pale.

"I need to go home now. I'm so sorry, but my parents are expecting me."

"Are you sure? Can you call them and ask if you can stay for dinner?". Steve asked .

" No, sorry, we have family plans tonight. I have to go. I'm late. "

"Okay, let me give you a ride home."

" No it's okay, my house is pretty close. I'll be fine. "

Natasha said, "all right. Let's exchange numbers, you can call any of us if you need anything."

" Alright. ". After quickly exchanging numbers, you practically ran out, heading home.

--- Warning- tw abuse below

Before you arrived home, you knew you would leave with a lot more than a few bruises the next day. You weren't wrong. The moment you arrived home and opened the door, a beer bottle came flying at your head, hitting next to your face. You felt a cut open up and blood began to trickle down your cheek. You were lucky it hasn't hit your eye or something like that.

" What the FUCK MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN BE HOME LATE EVERY DAY BITCH? " Your dad was yelling. "THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE, NOT YOUR SCHEDULE, THE WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU!"

" Honestly sweetheart, you disappoint me. You know I love you, right? " Your mom said.

"Yes mom"

"Then you know I'm doing this for your own good." She led you to the kitchen , and turned the burner on the stove on. You didn't resist as she burned a part of your forearm, if you had it would have been worse. Your dad pinned your arms above your head and growled, "it's gonna be a long night, princess."

--- Abuse done

Natasha raised her eyebrows after you left.

"Anyone else think that was weird?"

" Oh definitely. She seemed super anxious and jumpy the whole time. " Clint said.

"It might just be because she's meeting 9 soulmates at once. That's probably pretty overwhelming." Tony gave his opinion .

"What about how she flinched when Thor yelled?" Wanda asked.

" That's what I'm thinking. Tony, could you dig a little deeper into her past in your free time? ". Natasha said.

" Sure Tash. Consider it done. "

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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Give it time

Summary: Tony throws a party. Loki and you are in an established relationship. He watches the party and sees you and Steve getting too close for his liking. So, he decides to do something about it.

Word count: 3.185 words

Warnings: Angst, jealously, insecure Loki/soft Loki

Give it time He heard you laughing out loud again, from across the room. Loki was by the bar and already on his fourth, or fifth? no definitely fourth, drink of Asgardian mead. At least Thor was useful for something. He gulped down the rest of his drink and signalled the mortal behind the bar to pour him another. It looked like he was going to say something to him, but giving him his best death glare, to mortal held his tongue. He took a large sip and turned around eyeing the room. Tony was entertaining some of his friends, the widow was flirting with Banner who was oblivious to all hints and then he saw you with the soldier. The perfectly, honest, can do no wrong in his life soldier. He took another large sip. Thor was walking towards him.

‘Are you forgetting that you’re not drinking mortal alcohol, brother? Thor asked concerned.

‘No, of course not’ Loki replied irritated. I’m not like you. I’m only on my fourth drink, fourth right? Yeah, definitely fourth he thought.

‘Where’s your lady?’ Thor asked. Loki took another sip of his drink and gestured towards you and Steve.

‘Ah, at least she is in good company I see’ Thor said. Even tough Loki knew he didn’t mean it like that, the comment hurt him. But that was not something he would show. Before he could reply Thor was called by Tony, who probably wanted another attempt at wielding Mjölnir. Like that pathetic excuse of a man could ever wield it. Loki was distracted from his thoughts when he heard your laugh again. He heard it every time, it was the most wonderful and purest sound he had ever heard. He watched as you and Steve laughed with each other. Steve was getting a little too close for Loki’s liking, but he had learned not to disturb you. He was not in the mood to be having that fight with you, again. He is just a friend, he would never make a move knowing I’m with you, he isn’t like that, you had told him time and time again. Still, Loki never fully trusted Steve. When it came to you, he trusted no man.

He downed his drink and made a hand gesture to the mortal behind the bar, not caring to actually acknowledge his present this time. When his cup was filled again he took another sip. He watched as you told a story to Steve and saw your whole face light up. Maybe, you should be with someone like Steve. He is everything I am not. He is nice, polite, caring, courageous and he would treat you right. He was good, irritatingly good. In all the time Loki had known Steve he was waiting for him to slip up, make a mistake, but Loki was starting to think that day would never come. He tried to treat you like the queen you were, but he felt like he always comes up short with you. You had tried to reassure him that you loved him and would be his until the end of time, but Loki didn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe it. It won’t be long before she realizes she can do better. Everyone eventually does. Loki started to wonder how much time he would have left before Steve, or someone else, would steal you away. His preference would be anyone but Steve, he really hated Steve. He needed to be careful, he couldn’t bare losing you. Not this soon, if ever. He took another large sip of his cup, but realized it was empty. Damn mortal bartender forgot to refill my cup, again.

He signalled the bartender rather angry, the man looked frightened at him. Loki gave him a wicked grin and he swore he saw the man tremble a little. He loved to scare people. Something a good man, a better man, one deserving of you, would never do he thought while his smile faltered. Loki grabbed his cup and turned around. He saw that your story was coming to an end. The look on Steve’s face made him sick. He took a large sip. I should distract myself he thought. He eyed the room again, but the only thing he could do was sit beside Thor, who was telling some war story. Loki wasn’t in the mood. Loki looked back towards you when he heard you laugh again. Steve said something to you, but you couldn’t hear him. Stark had turned the music up. Horrible loud music. That’s when he saw the soldier put a hand around you and place it on your lower back. He pulled you slightly towards you and you whispered something in his ear.

THAT’S IT! Loki didn’t care anymore. He would not stand for this. He smashed his glass on the ground behind the bar, making the bartender flinch. Normally, he would laugh, but he had to get to you as fast as he could. He took a few steps, his balance felt a little off, but he didn’t care. He walked towards you as fast as he could. He slapped the soldier’s hand from your lower back and put his arm around your waist. He pulled you flush against him ‘Darling, a word’ he hissed.

‘Loki, I don’t think..’ Steve started before Loki put his hand in the air to silence him. He quickly teleported the two of you back to his chambers. He let go of you and locked the door. When he turned around he saw the rather angry expression on your face. But it was nowhere near the angry expression you saw on his face. ‘WHAT THE HELL, LOKI!’ you yelled at him, startled from the sudden change in environment. He didn’t respond, maybe teleporting wasn’t the best idea I ever had. There was an awkward silence that lasted longer than he would have liked. He was still searching for his words. ‘Why?’ you asked him.

‘I didn’t feel like watching how the two of you were flirting’ he replied.

‘You honestly think I was FLIRTING with him?’ you exclaimed.

‘He had his arm around you’ he responded.

‘He just pulled me closer so we could hear each other. Tony had turned up the music so loud, we couldn’t hear each other’ you replied.

‘He kept holding you’ the anger Loki had first felt was ebbing away. He didn’t want to admit, he would never to anyone, but he was trying to keep his emotions in check. He was certain you were going to dump him and run into the arms of the soldier, and Loki felt like crying.

‘So? It was a friendly gesture’ you said. That fuelled his anger once again. He loved you, but you were rather naïve sometimes. Loki really didn’t want to have this fight, again. He needed you to stay with him, he couldn’t let go of you, he won’t do it ever. He walked a few steps in your direction and was relieved he didn’t see you back away. He put his arm on the lower of your back and leaned in ‘Is this a friendly gesture?’ he whispered. He noticed how your breath hitched a little, you leaned in a little closer and your lips were almost touching his. ‘I think you need a reminder who you belong to’ he said huskily. It was a bold move, but he hoped it would keep you from leaving him.

A sly smile appeared on his face as he saw you swallow hard at his words. He knew what buttons to push to get you there. He let his lips ghost over yours and held back the urge to kiss you again and again, until you were out of breath. He needed to hear you moan, feel you whiter underneath him and realize that you needed him, hopefully enough to stay with him. He slowly started to walk you backwards until your legs hit his bed. He laid you down and immediately crawled on top of you. He started to kiss your collarbone and made his way up to your throat and ear. Making sure to leave bruises and marks, he loved to mark you. That way everybody would know you were his, and only his. He felt your heartbeat increase and your soft gasps, making him smile against your skin.

‘You’re mine’ he growled lowly in your ear. He felt you shiver slightly and noticed goosebumps starting to appear on your skin. He got up and startled your legs. With one strong movement he ripped your dress right through. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard you gasp. Then he saw that you didn’t wore any underwear. He cocked an eyebrow to silently asked you why. ‘I thought this would be easier for you’ you smirked, answering his silent question. Loki felt his cock stir, but right before he could continue the thought of Steve being so close to you, without you wearing any underwear popped into his head. He tried to distract himself and latched his mouth to one of your nipples. He massaged the other one by rolling your hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. Already gasping and panting for air, and I have barely begun. He started to feel a bit dizzy, but ignored it. Maybe I should have listened to Thor and ease up on the drinks next time.

When he was finished with your breasts he slowly trailed open mouth kisses down your body. Making sure to kiss every inch of your body. He hummed against your skin when he felt you spread your legs. He kissed you lower and lower, stopping right before he was at your clit. He was pleased to smell your arousal, a scent as divine as the finest flower on Asgard. He ghosted your clit, knowing that drove you crazy. He felt your hands in his hair, urging him to stop teasing you. Loki let his tongue slip out and give you a light lick on your clit. His plan was to have you begging for more, but when he heard the moan that left your lips, he lost it. He latched his mouth firmly on your clit and swirled the hardened bud with his tongue. You tried to buck away at the sudden stimulation, but pulled your thighs over his shoulders and hold you firmly in place. ‘O god.. o god..’ you started to chant. It was lovely to hear, but not enough. Loki upped his game and let two fingers enter between your folds. He felt the wetness between your thighs and his fingers met no resistance. He slowly started to finger-fuck you while swirling his tongue on your clit in the same rhythm.

After only a short time he felt your walls clench around his fingers and knew you were close. The thought to stop crossed his mind for a second, but he would hear you beg soon enough. ‘O god, Loki’ you cried out as he felt the wave of pleasure wash over you. Your walls clenched hard around his fingers and you tried to move his tongue away from your clit, but failed. He kept pumping in and out of you while slowly circling your clit with his tongue. He wanted to prolong the feeling of your pleasure as long as he could. Once he noticed you started to come down from your high, he shimmered your clothes away and kissed his way back up to your mouth.

He kissed you passionately while lining his hardened cock up with your entrance. ‘Hmm… Loki’ you moaned into the kiss. Right before he entered you he stilted and looked at you with a playful smile on his face. ‘Yes, darling?’ he asked feigning innocence. You tried to buck your hips so he would enter you, but Loki resisted.

‘If there is something you want, all you need to do is ask’ he mused while nibbling on your earlobe.

‘Take me’ you whispered. Loki kissed you eagerly again and entered you in one smooth motion. You gasped, you did it every time he entered you. It was his favourite part, every time. He felt your walls clenching down right away, and knew you still hadn’t come fully down from your orgasm. He didn’t give you time to recover and started to pound into you like this was the last time he would fuck you. Maybe it is. He tried to push the thought away and focus on your withering beneath him. He pulled your legs over his shoulder and leaned down to leave open kisses on your mouth. Sometimes he would slide his tongue in yours, exploring every inch and taking your breath away. He felt he was close and started to circle your clit with his fingers. He felt your walls clench and knew that if you came, he was done for. So, he stilted all movements and revelled inside when he hears a needy whine escape your lips.

‘Loki’ you panted, hoping that he would go on. But he made no movement.

‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked

‘You, I belong to you’ you said while catching your breath. Loki slowly started to resume his movements.

‘And who can make you feel like this?’ he grunted

‘God, yo- you, only you!’ you exclaimed when Loki picked up his pace.

‘Who’s this God you keep praying to?’ he mused, already knowing your answer.

‘You. God you. Please Loki, please let me come’ you begged him.

He snapped his hips as fast as he could and his fingers found your clit. He felt your walls clench. A feeling of pride went through him when he heard you chant his name so loud, the whole tower could probably hear it. In the middle of your orgasm, he felt his cock twitch and his seed spilled inside of you. Every time he came inside of you it felt like Valhalla itself. He pumped a few more times to ride out his own orgasm and pulled out. He laid down next to you, not wanting to collapse on top of you and crushing him with his weight. The feeling of dizziness grew and he even felt a little sick. Definitely drinking less next time. You crawled against him and he wrapped his arm around you. He was surprised when you kissed his cheek, not expecting the loving gesture.

‘You know, you don’t have to be jealous at Steve. There is nothing going on, I only want you’ you tried to reassure him. Loki just stared at the ceiling, he didn’t want to meet your gaze.

‘I don’t trust him’ he gritted through his teeth, trying to hold back his anger towards Steve.

‘Do you trust me?’ you asked him.

He was kind of startled that you asked him did. He looked into your eyes and saw a hint of hurt and desperation in them. He gave you a kiss on your forehead ‘With my life’ he whispered.

‘Then trust me, I will never leave you for Steve or any other man’ you tried to reassure him. You snuggled closer and kissed his chest. Loki wanted to tell you that you couldn’t possibly make such a promise, and that you shouldn’t. Not to him. But he was happy to have you next to him – for now - and didn’t want to spoil it. Not wanting to talk about it anymore he gave you a kiss on your head ‘We should clean up, you’re staying here tonight?’ he asked.

‘Of course, just like every other night this past week’ you giggled. You got up and went to the bathroom, while Loki cleaned himself with his seidr. ‘You need anything from the kitchen?’ he asked to you.

‘A water would be nice’ you replied from the bathroom.

Loki put on his sweatpants and went to the kitchen. He heard the party still in full swing on the floor above him. He opened the fridge to get a water bottle. When he closed he noticed that Steve had entered the kitchen, and he couldn’t give up his change to annoy him. ‘Sorry if we were too loud, I would tell you it won’t happen again tonight. But even I can’t tell that lie with a straight face’ Loki smirked towards Steve. He was a bit annoyed when Steve just shrugged ‘I barely heard the two of you’ he replied.

‘But I was a little concerned about you. You sure seemed a little intoxicated, you’re feeling better? Steve asked with genuine concern on his face. But Loki could see through the lie, he was actually mocking him. Knowing full well he drank too much, and why. Still, he played along.

‘Nothing a god like me can’t handle, mortal’ he replied rather dryly.

‘Good, for a moment there I was worried I had to take your lady home’ Steve said. This time making less of an attempt to show genuine concern.

‘You have nothing to worry about. I will always take her home’ he replied rather irritated.

The soldier just winked at him ‘Give it time’ he said while exiting the kitchen. Loki felt sick all over again and rushed towards the sink to vomit. When he was done he was scared that Steve had heard him, but he wasn’t there and didn’t hear him. He quickly cleaned the sink and his teeth with his seidr, while trying to figure out if it was Steve, the drinks, or a combination of both that caused him to vomit. I knew I shouldn’t trust him he thought. If Steve weren’t important to you, Loki would have killed him right now. Still, Steve’s intentions were very clear. Loki walked back towards his room and saw you already laying in his bed under the sheets. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and reading the book he had left there this morning.

Only the light of the nightstand was shining in the room. You looked up and smiled at him when he entered. He got under the covers with you and handed you your water bottle. You opened it and took a few sips ‘thanks’ you said. You put the book back on his nightstand and turned of the light. Loki couldn’t hold it in anymore. When you laid back down he immediately grabbed you, pulling you as close as he could. Fearing that if he let go right now, you would somehow vanish. ‘Loki? You alright?’ you whispered. He nuzzled his head against your chest and did something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He cried.

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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The Royal Ball

Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader

Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?

Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.

“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”

“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?” Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.

“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.

“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.

“Really? Can you produce illusions?”

“No.”

“Look inside other people’s heads?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”

“I still can’t believe you did that”

“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.

His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.

We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.

“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper

“Tired of what, love?”

“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.

“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”

Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.

“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?

Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.

“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.

“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.

“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.

“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.

I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.

“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.

“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.

“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.

“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.

“Y/F/N, don’t-”

“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.

“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”

“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”

“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.

“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”

“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”

And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?

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He didn’t.

After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.

I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.

I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.

I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.

“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”

“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”

“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”

“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”

With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.

“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.

“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.

“Thank you. As do you.”

“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.

“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”

“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they’re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.

“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.

It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.

“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.

So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.

Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.

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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.

“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.

“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”

“Ye-”

“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.

“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.

“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”

“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?

“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.

“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.

“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.

“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”

“Charlie.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me

“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”

Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.

“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.

“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.

“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”

“Charlie.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.

“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”

“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.

“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”

“You were making fun of him.”

“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.

“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”

“Well-”

“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.

I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.

“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”

Is he serious?

“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”

Silence.

“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.

His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.

“Ple-”

“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?

He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.

“Not Chelsey?”

“For the love, it’s Ch-”

I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.

“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.

“I bet I'll be in yours.”

“Always are, Darling. Always are.”

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