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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Stay the Night?

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none really, bit of angst, some slight self depreciating thoughts, mostly just fun with a fluffy ending

Summary: You are still a new member of the team, working in Tony’s lab doing research. You've developed a bit of a crush on Loki and you decided the best way to deal with it was to avoid him. One night, you work too late and Loki runs into you in the kitchen. He insists you stay the night.

A/N: As always, this is way longer than I originally planned lol. I feel like it could have been like 3 chapters 🤦‍♀️. The last time I tired to write a oneshot it was 59 chapters and counting though so this is still better. Hope you enjoy it!! 💚

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

You rub your eyes and drink the last of your room temperature coffee, you preferred it warm but couldn’t remember how long ago you made it. You look into the empty cup and silently debate making another. Checking the time on your laptop, you groan when you realize its almost an hour later than you had thought.

It was Friday, the end of your fourth week working for Tony Stark and you wanted to make a good impression. On Monday, you had been given a research assignment and were expected to have it finished by the end of next week. You were close to being done and there was plenty of time to finish it, but you had a bit of a breakthrough right before everyone was starting to go home. You decided to work half an hour longer, then an hour longer. Soon you ended up dragging yourself and your laptop into the kitchen on the common floor so you could find something to eat for dinner. You told yourself, after you finished eating you would leave but three hours after that you were on your second cup of coffee and thinking about a third.

“Y/N, what are you still doing here?” a voice said from behind you.

You turn around on the stool as Loki walks into the kitchen. It takes you a moment to register that he had called you by your name, you weren’t even sure he knew what it was. You and Loki had barely ever spoken before, he never really spoke to anyone you had noticed. You had sat next to him in a meeting the day before but he didn't look over at you once.

“Oh... uh,” you grasp for words as he walks towards the fridge, your eyes are drawn to him like always. You had never seen him in regular clothing before. Loki always wore his Asgardian clothes even when he wasn't wearing his full armor, which you had to admit you loved. Now he was wearing what looked like very soft black sleep pants and a emerald green t-shirt. It somehow made him look more approachable, almost like he wasn't a God just a normal guy getting ready for bed... a really hot normal guy.

“I was just finishing up some work for Tony,” you finally stop starting at him and manage to get the words out.

“This late?” he asks and you think for a moment he almost sounds concerned.

“I didn’t plan on still being here, sometimes I lose track of time when I’m really into what I’m working on,” you tell him as you start to save your files, preparing for a quick exit.

He nods as he takes a bottle of water out of the fridge and closes it. He leans on the door and takes a sip, you can feel his eyes on you even though you don't look up. Before he can say anything else, you close your laptop and hop off the stool.

“I guess I should probably get home,” you say as you pick up your empty coffee mug. You walk over to the dishwasher next to the fridge, where he is still standing, watching you silently. You knew he was tall, but you hadn’t realized how tall until you were standing this close. You bend down to add your mug to the top rack and when you stand up, he is looking down at you.

“How far do you live from here?” he asks.

You look up at him questioningly, not really sure why he would be curious about that. When you don’t answer immediately he takes a small step backwards from you, almost at if he realizes he's towering over you and says, “Its already midnight, does it take you a long time to get home?” Again, his tone surprises you, he genuinely sounds worried about your trip home.

You nod, “I actually commute from New Jersey so... between an hour and a half to two hours. I have to take the subway and then a bus... and then walk a bit back to my apartment.”

He shakes his head then says, “I think maybe it would be better if you stayed here tonight.”

It takes you a minute to register the suggestion. You would expected something like that from Pepper or Bruce, maybe even Steve but definitely not Loki. Why was he suddenly concerned about you, you wondered.

"Well, I guess I could sleep on one of the couches in the commons space,” you say, pointing to the large room behind you.

“You could sleep in my bed, if you’d rather,” he suggests.

You’re whole brain freezes for a moment, almost unable to process what Loki just said. You put your hand over your mouth quickly to prevent yourself from saying something before your mind has a chance to review it.

He laughs at your reaction and says, “I should have phrased that better I think.”

You nod, still keeping your hand over your mouth, afraid you would agree too quickly to joining him in his bed. There was no way you would deny you were attracted to Loki. The velvety sound of his voice, his mesmerizing blue/green eyes, his smirk whenever he annoyed Tony or his brother. You had daydreamed more than once during a meeting about running your fingers through his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked.

He smiled at you and said, “I meant... You could sleep in my room and I can sleep somewhere else.”

You take your hand away from your mouth and laugh a bit at how ridiculous you are. How could you assume someone like him would suggest sleeping with you. Before you can dwell on that thought much longer you say, “I wouldn’t want to put you out of your room.”

“I’ve slept on the couches in the library almost as often as I have in my own bed,” he answers with a shrug.

You don’t respond, weighting your options. Leave now and get on the subway alone at almost half past midnight, hope there is a bus within half an hour of you getting to the station, then walking about half a mile to your apartment from the bus stop at around two in the morning... or sleep in Loki’s room while he sleeps upstairs in the library.

“Just spend the night and you can go home in the morning,” he says, trying one more time to convince you to stay.

“Ok,” you agree and he smiles at you.

You pick up your laptop and he motions for you to follow him down the hall. The two of you make your way quietly past the rest of the sleeping Avengers until you get to his room. He opens the door but stays in the hallway, letting you go in first. You turn on the light and the room instantly feels like its Loki’s space. The dark walls are lined with bookshelves that go from the floor to the ceiling. There is leather chair by the window with three books stacked neatly on the nearby table. The room smells of leather, old books and Loki’s cologne, which you couldn’t describe but loved.

He takes a few steps into the room and draws your attention back to him. “The bedroom is through there, the bathroom too. The TV works, but I’ve never found anything interesting on it... I might have lost the remote actually,” he says almost absent mindedly as he looks around a bit.

You giggle at him and he looks up at you with a warm smile. “I think I’ll just go to sleep, don’t worry about it,” you tell him, trying to hide a yawn.

He nods and then asks, “Do you need anything else?”

You think for a second and joke, “A toothbrush and something to sleep in is probably too much to ask right.”

He holds out one hand and waves the other over it, after a bright flash of green Loki is holding some folded clothing with a green toothbrush laid on top. “Wow,” you say without thinking, you can’t help but be impressed. You had heard about his skills with magic but never seen them first hand.

For a brief moment you think you see a small blush rising on his cheeks but you must be mistaken. His fingers gently touch yours as he hands you the clothing and toothbrush and says, “Have a goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Loki, thanks again,” you respond as he closes the door on his way out.

You wander over to one of the bookshelves and run your fingers along the spines of the old leather books. Some of them you recognize but some are in what you assume is Asgardian. You walk to the chair by the window and open the cover of the book on the top of the pile. It looks like a book of short stories but you aren't able to read it. You touch the pages lightly, flipping through the book, closing your eyes you can't help but imagine the sound of Loki's voice as he reads the stories out loud. You smile at the image but quickly shake your head. You needed to stop pretending something like that could happen, he was only being polite when he offered to let you stay. He wasn't interested in you, you scolded yourself as you closed the book.

You left the living area and went into the bathroom to change into the clothes he conjured for you. They fit perfectly, a pair of black shorts with a small bit of gold trim at the hem and an emerald green t-shirt, that looked like the same soft fabric he had been wearing. You paused for a second, looking at yourself in the mirror and wondered if Loki realized he made you clothes that matched his so exactly. Of course he knew he did, he made them, you thought to yourself. He always wore black, gold and green, those were his colors, don’t think too much into it, you shook your head.

After brushing your teeth, you turned off the lights and crawled into Loki’s bed. You sigh as you feel the soft sheets wrap around you. Loki definitely had good taste, you think as you roll over onto your side. You rest your head on one of his pillows and take a deep breath, the whole bed smells like him. Rolling onto your back, you stare up at the ceiling and try to push back the part of your mind that wishes he was in the bed with you. He was just being nice, you tell yourself again but you can't help thinking how it would feel to lay here with his arms around you. You groan, putting your hands over your face as you yell at yourself, stop thinking about him and go to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up and check your phone. Its barely eight but you figure Loki probably wants his room back as soon a possible. You get up and make the bed, putting on your jeans from yesterday but still wearing the green shirt you slept in. You thought about taking a shower first but your mind immediately began filling with images of Loki in the shower so you quickly decided to skip it.

You walked into the kitchen, deciding you needed coffee and Loki might want some tea. It was easy enough to know which he liked, he was the only one who drank that flavor. You set up your coffee in the coffee marker and fill the kettle with water before placing it on the stove. Just as the kettle finishes boiling, you hear two voices coming down the hall towards the kitchen. Bucky and Steve stop talking when they see you taking the kettle off the stove.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N. You’re here early... on a Saturday,” Steve says, looking at Bucky, as if hes trying to make sure it is Saturday.

“Yep,” you answer as you pour the water into the mug and add the tea bag. You suddenly find yourself wishing you had changed your shirt. You hadn't wanted to originally, it really was soft and fit you so well. It even smelled a bit like Loki since you had worn it in his bed all night.

“I actually stayed the night by accident,” you tell them as you open one of the drawers looking for sugar to add to your coffee.

“By accident?” Bucky asks, looking as confused as Steve had moments before.

Before you can answer him, Nat walks into the kitchen. She greets the three of you before heading straight for the fridge. "Nice shirt Y/N. I like that color on you, never see anyone else around here wear green except Loki really. Where did you get it?" she smiles as she pulls the eggs out of the fridge and puts them on the counter next to you.

"Hmm, oh this? Not sure," you lie awkwardly.

"I'm more curious about how you accidentally slept here," Bucky says with a bit of a laugh.

“I was working on a project and didn’t realize what time it was until it was really late,” you explain. "So I just slept here, no big deal."

Bucky nods, seemingly accepteing your reasoning but Nat is a spy and you know she can tell there is more. "Where did you say you slept?" she asks. You vaguely point down the hall where all the Avengers room's are. "There aren't any empty rooms on this floor," she says, raising an eyebrow as you put the box for the tea away in one of the upper cabinets

"Wait, are you making yourself tea and coffee?" Nat asks as she realizes what you are doing.

“I wouldn't bother with that tea, it's awful. Loki is the only one who drinks it,” Steve says.

You try your best not to react, instead you pick up the mug of tea with one hand and grab your coffee with the other. “I know,” you say quietly as you put your head down and walk quickly out of the kitchen.

“Wait... you and Loki?” you hear Nat ask but you ignore her and head towards the elevator instead.

You head to the back of the library, where the couches and reading area are. You stop in your tracks and take a step back quietly, you lean against one of the bookshelves with a mug in each hand. Loki is still asleep on one of the couches, but he is much too tall for it. He’s curled up as much as possible, with his head on a throw pillow but his legs still dangle off the other end. You start to feel guilty about him sleeping up here when you were in his room, you would have fit much better on the couch than he did. Just as you are about to set the tea on the table near him and leave quietly he starts to wake up. He rubs his eyes and you freeze, he sits up slowly and yawn while he stretches.

“Good morning Y/N,” he says, sounding half asleep as he moves to one end of the couch, motioning for you to sit on the other end.

“Morning Loki, did you sleep ok? I'm sorry, I didn’t realize how small the couches up here were. You couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping like that. I feel bad now, you should have stayed in your room, I would have been fine on one of the couches,” you say all in one breath.

He smiles warmly at you and takes the tea you made but forgot to offer him. “Y/N, it was fine, as I told you, I’ve slept here before,” he assures you.

You take a sip of your coffee and he smirks a little before asking, "So, how did you like my bed?" You cough, nearly inhaling your hot coffee and he apologizes quickly. “I'm sorry, are you alright?” he asks as you go back and forth between laughing and coughing.

You nod your head and clear your throat, finally able to catch your breath. "I'm ok, I'm used to drinking luke warm coffee," you finally manage to joke but when you look up at him he looks worried.

"You sure you're ok?" he asks as he gently puts his hand on your back.

You nod, "I'm fine, really." You can't help but relax as he slowly moves his hand up and down your back. You let your eyes close and find yourself leaning into his touch. He must have noticed because he didn't stop, he just slowly rubbed your back from the base of your neck to just above the top of your jeans.

"Thank you for the tea, by the way," he whispers in your ear after a few moments.

"You're welcome," you smile as you open your eyes but the smile fades quickly when you remember running into everyone in the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" he asks, noticing you shift away from him slightly.

"Nothing. I should go," you tell him. You pick up your coffee mug, almost knocking it over as you stand up to leave.

"Y/N?" he asks as he comes around the coffee table to follow you. He reaches out, his hand catching your wrist lightly. His touch was soft and warm, you could see the concern in his eyes. The look confuses you, before last night he had barely spoken to you and now he looked at you with such care. He slowly lets go of your wrist and you immediately miss the feeling of his fingers on your skin.

"I ran into Nat, Bucky and Steve this morning... I should have told them I was just stopping by for something this morning instead of saying I stayed over. Nat thinks we spent the night in your room, she probably figures we slept together because of the shirt you gave me and the tea I made for you. Bucky and Steve do too and probably everyone else on the team has heard by now," you say, keeping your eyes on the floor as you wrap your arms around yourself.

You aren't sure what kind of reaction you expected from him, maybe for him to laugh at how ridiculous of an assumption it would be but what he said next stunned you into silence.

"I'm sorry that would be such a terrible thing for them to think about us. I didn't realize you would be so... humiliated by the thought of it," he says. "I'll find Thor and explain what happened last night. He'll make sure they know you weren't with me," he tells you as he moves past you to leave the library.

You almost couldn't believe it, he sounded hurt that you were worried everyone would think you had been together. Why would he be hurt by that, you weren't even friends, you thought. Shouldn't he be offended that they thought a God like him would want someone like you in the first place?

You stand there, watching him leave as you think about last night again. This time, instead of the voice inside you convincing you he would never want to be with you, it asked what if you were wrong? What if Loki did care about you, and this is how he had tried to show it? You couldn't stand here and let him leave like this, you thought. You weren't sure if you believed that voice but you had always listened to it when it was being negative. Maybe it was time to listen to it when it was positive for once.

"Wait!" you call to him as your legs finally allowed you to move again. "Loki, wait please," you catch up to him and this time you catch him by the wrist.

He stops by doesn't turn to look at you. "I really didn't mean to upset you, Y/N," Loki tells you and you can hear the truth of that in his tone. "I wanted to make sure you were safe last night, that was all."

"I know, I'm sorry Loki," you tell him, hoping he will turn to look at you but he doesn't. You loosen your hold on his wrist but don't let go, instead you slide your hand down until you are able to take his hand in yours. You hold your breath, waiting to see what he does next, afraid you were wrong. After a second or two of silence, you can hear him sigh as he interlocks his fingers with yours. You feel like your heart skipped a beat when he runs his thumb over your knuckles. He looks at your hands and you see that same warm smile from before spread across his lips. You realized you wanted to do anything you could to make him smile like that more.

"I just... I guess I don't get it. I didn't think you wanted to be around me Loki, you never talked to me. What changed last night? Why were you suddenly so worried about me?" you ask him as he closes the distance between the two of you.

"Y/N, you've been doing your best to avoid me since you started working here," he says. "I've wanted to talk to you several times but you were either busy in the lab or with your friends on the team. Anytime I saw you alone, you would vanish from the room as soon as you spotted me. I assumed you didn't want to talk to me so I decided maybe it was better to stop trying... but I always worried about you," he tells you.

You look at him in disbelief for a moment. "I was avoiding you..." you admit and his smile faulters for a moment. "But not because I didn't want to talk to you," you add quickly and his smile reappears.

"You make me nervous Loki. I feel like I barely know you but... I'm just drawn to you. I wanted to get to know you and be around you but I was scared..." you stop yourself and look down.

He gently touches your chin and raises it so you are looking at him again. "What scared you Y/N?" he asks softly.

"I was scared that if I got to know you, I would fall for you more then I already have and then I would be crushed because... because I know you would never feel the same about me," you tell him. It hurt enough to admit that to yourself, you had never thought you would say it to anyone else, especially not Loki. You cringe at how open you are with your feelings and try to avoid eye contact but his fingers move from your chin to your cheek and he keeps his eyes on yours.

"I want you to get to know me, Y/N, and I want to get to know you," he tells you as him thumb lightly brushes your cheek. "I want to court you," he says in a low voice.

"I'd love that Loki," you smile up at him.

"There's that beautiful smile," he says and you can feel your cheeks heating up as you blush. He laughs a bit and you try to pull away, to hide your face in your hands but he doesn't let you. He wraps his arm around your waist, then he pulls you flush against him. Your hands easily find their way to his lower back and he runs his fingers through your hair with his free hand.

You look up at him and bite your lip subconsciously as you can't help look from his eyes, to his lips and back to his eyes. He smirks and leans down, bringing his lips to yours. Your hands grip the fabric at the back of his shirt while his hand settles on the back of your neck. He keeps his other hand on your lower back as his lips move against yours.

"I do have one other question for you," he says as he slowly pulls away, still holding onto you.

"Hmm, what's that?" you ask him, not able to stop smiling.

"Do you want to stay the night again?" he winks at you.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 18

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Since some of you were wondering: this story will have about 31 chapters in total. I'm currently writing the epilogue. So, we have only crossed the halfway point recently. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 18: The moon convergence

Loki put his hand on your cheek, his forehead resting on yours. You are so glad that the misunderstanding has been cleared up. More than that, you now have the assurance that your feelings are reciprocated in some way. It's more than you dared to hope.

"My little Witchling," Loki murmurs, and you look up at him with a smile.

You put your hand on his, turn your head a little and kiss his palm. Loki intertwines your fingers. Your heart throbs excitedly with joy. You can hardly believe you're standing here with him. Only peripherally do you remember that you are not alone, that you are actually here at a festival. Your sister is probably already waiting for you somewhere.

"So..." you say quietly, pulling yourself out of the bubble you've retreated into. "I met your mother, the Queen of Asgard... She seems really nice."

"She is." Loki smiles fondly. "Is your family here too?"

"They are. You can meet them later if you want."

Loki nods. "I'd love to."

For now, though, you go your separate ways. You know you'll see each other again later. With one last, fleeting kiss, you break away from each other and head in different directions.

You find your sister across the square and step up beside her. "He's here," you inform her with a grin.

She looks at you puzzled. "Who?"

"Loki."

Elizabeth's expression remains irritated. "Loki as in...?" She notices your face and finally understands. "Oh, that one! You never mentioned his name. So you haven't cursed him yet? That's great." She looks around, "Where's he?"

You roll your eyes, but your good mood isn't dampened. "You'll get to meet him soon enough."

Together, you walk across the meadow in search of Gabriel. It's not unusual for him to just disappear. Most of the time you find him in the middle of a party. Even when he was a child he had been like that: you just look in the other direction for a moment and he is gone. Now that he's grown up, you don't worry about him getting in trouble. And not among like-minded people anyway.

The convergence takes place at night. The day is one of feasting, eating and drinking, meeting people. It is an opportunity to see old friends again. Your mother was right: it is a beautiful day. Music is played and everyone is cheerful. Every now and then you run into someone you know, and linger briefly to chat.

"Did you know Mama is friends with the Queen of Asgard?" you ask your sister.

She shakes her head. "Always good to be updated on that family business."

Finally, you two spot Gabriel among the dancers and step to the sidelines, clapping along with a few others to the beat.

Your brother's fun is evident. And he's a good dancer. It's his Irish blood, as he always cheerfully claims.

He spots you among the spectators and the next time he's near you, he grabs your hand and pulls you into the middle, grinning.

Laughing, you let it happen, you would have joined in sooner or later anyway. The dance is a mixture of different styles from the last centuries from different planets. Everything is allowed that is fun and fits to the rhythmic music. You both stomp your feet to the beat, your holding hands raised, spinning around.

"So, who wanted to see you?" Gabriel asks you, while you are changing direction, repeating the same steps.

"Just another god," you reply nonchalantly.

"Another?"

"Third one this year I met." You shrug while moving your hips to the beat. "You know… just the usual."

Gabriel laughs and you join in. "You have to tell me your secret as to how to get favors from a god." He leads you into a spin, but he can only do it halfway because he's missing his second hand. You still manage the steps without any problems.

"Not sure if I've earned favors or if I'm just lucky I haven't died yet," you admit. The Asgardian gods you've met so far were all really nice. Even if some of them took a little while to warm up to you.

As if you had summoned him with your thoughts, you spot Loki in the line of spectators. He catches your gaze.

"Speaking of, my god is waiting for me."

You break away from Gabriel and move over to Loki, pulling him into the circle of dancers.

"Looking for me?" you ask him.

"You seem quite busy," he replies, but still puts his arm around your waist and leads the dance. You two are closer than you have danced with your brother. You like the feeling of it. You take two steps to the left, then right back again. He moves forward towards you, you step back the same. Then he guides you in a spin under his raised arm.

"Gabe will find another dancing partner."

Loki casts a curious glance at the ginger, who has indeed already found someone new. You see pointed ears under the short blond hair, probably elven blood.

"He seems quite interested in you," Loki comments on Gabriel giving you both a look.

"Believe me, he is far more curious about you right now," you chuckle.

You already knew that Loki is an excellent dancer, based on your experience in the hospital. Nevertheless, it is different now, back then it was about the children, now it is about you two. He puts his hand on your waist and pulls you close to him.

You two don't break eye contact as you dance in circles, copying each other's steps. You feel carefree in his arms and safe, secure. You wish he would always show this side of himself.

Smiling, you let him lead you until your side stings.

Eventually you leave the dance floor, breathing heavily and grinning happily. Some way away from the crowd, you sink into the grass to catch your breath.

The day has slowly turned to evening, the light has grown dimmer.

You look at Loki's hair and the braided strands. "That crown suits you." It really did. He looks soft, but also royal. A wild king of nature.

"You think so?" he chuckles. "I'm sure it would look good on your head, too."

"Flowers in my hair? Yeah, maybe." You think of your red kite feather, touching it with your fingers. Next time, you might add some flowers, too. You drift off in thought for a moment that you completely miss Loki's muttered "A crown." completely.

Suddenly Gabriel drops in the grass beside you, for which he gets an irritated look from Loki.

"So... you're her god?" your brother asks, addressing the Asgardian. He has a bowl of snacks with him, which he offers to you two.

"And who might you be?"

"Gabriel." He sets the bowl down in the grass to offer his hand to Loki. He shakes it, but otherwise shows no further reaction to it, which is why the ginger adds. "Her brother." He looks at you. "Have you not mentioned me? I'm deeply offended."

"Ah, she did mention you. I just didn't know your name," Loki explains with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Said you weren't good with hugs."

You nod. "What can I say, one arm hugs just aren't the same."

Gabriel stares at both of you. But instead of being offended, he starts laughing out loud.

"Are you bullying our little brother again?" you hear a voice as your older sister joins you. She sits down next to Loki. "Nice to meet you. I'm Elizabeth, their more responsible, older sister," she greets him.

"Pleasure to meet both of you," the Asgardian replies. He starts to see another side of you. You seem more open and carefree with your siblings. It makes him think of his own family.

"Will you sit with us later?" Elizabeth asks him.

"I don't want to keep you from your mother," you object. "You haven't seen her in a long time."

You don't want to assume you can hog him all evening. You didn't arrive together, he probably has his own plans for tonight. Besides, you've noticed the slight change in his demeanor, almost unnoticeable. A careful withdrawal of his own person whenever it comes to new people, whose behavior towards each other he wants to study first before getting involved. You know that strange company can be irritating sometimes, and you don't want to force him into it if he prefers some quiet time.

"It would be an honor to watch the event with you," he replies primly to you, which you acknowledge with a broad smile.

"Great! We'll see you two later then," Elizabeth replies, signaling to Gabriel with a nod for the two of them to leave and give you some privacy.

Loki and you sit together some more until the sun is about to disappear behind the horizon. Then the time has come for everyone to gather around the stone square. The atmosphere has become quieter, the music has died down. The exuberance of the day gives way to buzzing anticipation. You settle down in small groups on the grass. Loki and you sit with your siblings. Nearby, you see Frigga, who smiles at you as she catches your gaze.

You don't see your mother. She is probably sitting on the other side, but it is too dark to distinguish individual figures there.

The moon is big and round in the sky. Behind it two smaller points shine in the distance, their sisters of convergence. They are getting closer and closer in line.

The witches and mages around you begin to create sources of light between their hands. Each in their own way. Loki's light shimmers bright and slightly greenish. You already saw this spell from him on the mission in Los Angeles, when you went through the boiler room, and you smile at the memory of it.

You yourself create a small flame that blazes between your fingers. Gabriel does the same to you, while your sister pulls out a small glass orb. On her hand, a tattoo begins to glow, whereupon the orb becomes a shimmering sphere.

More and more lights appear all around, a whole sea of them. It lights up the faces of their creators in a wide variety of colors. Some flicker, others are completely still. It has something unreal, something mystical. It is a beautiful sight.

The convergence is about to happen.

The lights rise into the air, floating upwards. Those who have not mastered a levitation spell themselves are carried along by the others. Higher and higher. It is a small offering in hope of another blessed century. Filled with light and hope.

The moons push into a line. Briefly they go dark as they cover each other, then a bright beam of light shoots through them, hitting the center of the stone plaza. On the way it hits the lights and they explode into a hundred tiny sparks on contact and rain down on the crowd.

Everyone looks up in awe. There is absolute silence, not even the sound of the wind in the trees, not a night cry of an owl interrupting.

Loki's hand finds its way to yours, and intertwines his fingers with yours. You squeeze it. It feels like a promise in that moment.

The convergence seems to last as long as it is quickly over. The moons move on, the light fades and plunges the square into darkness. Only the pale light of the full moon remains.

Slowly, the first ones rise and leave in silence.

Your group sits together for a while, until you also decide that it is time to leave.

Loki separates from you, stepping up to his mother, who looks at him with a smile. "Are you coming to tell me you've found a better option to go home?" She glances at you and your siblings, who are looking for your own mother.

"My home is not on Midgard," Loki disagrees, "but yes, I will travel with her."

"Home is wherever you decide it is. Or whoever." Her words are kind, but she sees him press his lips together, trying to show no reaction. Softly, she lets out a sigh. "My son, always so fast to close up your feelings, your thoughts. I am your mother, there's nothing you need to hide from me." She places her hand on his cheek and Loki closes his eyes for a moment.

"You are not the root of the issue," he says softly, not bitterly, just a matter of facts.

"We all have our own shares in all our relationships. But tonight let's focus on what is good." She smiles as he looks at her again. "She is a lovely woman. I expect to see her over tea one day."

Now Loki returns the smile and nods. After all, his mother's approval is still important to him.

He says goodbye to her and then returns to you and your siblings.

"My mother sends her regards to you," he informs you.

"Thanks," you reply with a smile. "Unfortunately, we have no idea where ours is. Apparently, she's already left."

"That's always a bad sign," Elizabeth adds.

Loki looks at her questioningly. "Why?"

"It means she can't give us a good goodbye. And that means something will happen that we won't like." You turn to the steps leading you down the mountain through the forest.

"Surely if it were something bad, she would warn you," Loki interjects. He has created a light that flies before you, illuminating your path. You see many similar spells in the air and around people.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," is your comment on this. The Asgardian frowns at this, but drops the subject, as the three of you don't seem too concerned about it.

You enter through the round stone gate and step off the path a bit. There you join hands and you and your siblings start chanting. Loki is transported with you by the spell and in the next moment all of you are standing in Elizabeth's study.

It is already late, so Loki and you travel on to your cottage immediately after a brief but lovely goodbye. The house is dark, but it is more familiar to you than any other place. It is your home. You have no desire to return to New York tonight.

"Do you want to go to the tower or do you want to spend the night here?" you ask Loki, who walked next to you.

"It depends. Are you tired yet?" he asks back.

"A bit sleepy," you reply and take off the fur around your shoulders, laying it on a chair. "But I don't mind being kept awake."

"Then I will stay."

You lead him to your bedroom, which is on the second floor. Instead of the overhead light, you turn on the lamp on the nightstand with a flick of your wrist. For the late hour, this is bright enough to avoid bumping into furniture.

Slender fingers wrap around your waist. Loki pulls you to him, your back rests against the rise and fall of his chest. He feels nice, protecting you against the cool night with the warmth of his arms. He brushes your hair behind your ear, kisses your neck. You tilt your head on the side to give him more space to play.

"So..." he murmurs, suddenly scraping your sensitive skin with his teeth. "I am your god?"

You shudder involuntarily at the sound of his voice. It's so possessive. You turn in his embrace so that you are now looking at him. "You once told me to swear to you. So I did," you breathe against his lips, not quite touching them. "I am at your mercy, my generous god." You can see his face change from soft and caring to dominant and dark. You bite your lower lip at the heated gaze he is giving you.

"You're going to regret that, pet," he growls with affection and maybe a hint of guilt.

"I trust you."

"Undress." Loki orders simply, letting you go.

You step away from him to the middle of the room. He walks to an armchair, where he places his own coat before turning back to you. You wait until you have his full attention. Only then do you begin to unbutton your dress. Slowly, you are in no hurry, your gaze remaining fixed on Loki. You are making a show of it, while testing Loki's patience.

But there is still that gleam to his eyes. He knows you are just as aware of the fact that you play a dangerous game, and it seems to delight him. He watches the show you are making like a predator watching its prey.

You take off your dress and it falls to the floor. Then your underwear follows just as carelessly. But you keep on your jewelry, as well as the feather in your hair. It's part of your heritage, of who you are. You are not a mere human, but a witch, a creation of magic and a whim of nature.

He drinks in the sight of you, his dark eyes scanning your naked body – red cheeks, chest rising and falling.

"Kneel for your god." His voice is velvety, like a soft blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Dark, but not heavy. It is much that he asks of you, and he knows it. You, who have never let him capture you from the beginning. You always called him out on his behavior, told him to back up, whenever he got too close into your personal space. You have never let him intimidate you.

He doesn't ask this to humiliate you, but for your devotion. He tests you to see if you're willing to give yourself to him.

You step up to him, close, your nipples grazing the fabric of his tunic. His eyes follow you, watching your every move. His lids fall half closed as he looks down at you. He has no idea what you'll do, how you'll react. And that's new to him. It intrigues him, it has from the beginning.

You lean in as if for a kiss, but stop just at the last second. Your warm breath grazes his lips and your eyes flutter up to him.

Maybe he asked too much, he thinks. He can't capture you, you're too free, too independent.

But you stay where you are, without slipping away. Instead, you begin to undress him. You open the buckle of his tunic, slip it off his shoulders. Then his pants and shoes find their way to the floor. You constantly maintain skin contact with him. Sometimes your fingers tingle his arm, sometimes your breaths brush his chest. You are all around him and on him. Only his flower crown remains untouched. It's part of his heritage, of who he is. He's not a mere Asgardian or Jotun, but a god. A creation of magic and chaos.

After he is as bare as you are, you take him by the hand and lead him to your bed, pushing him gently onto its edge. Only when he is sitting there do you step between his legs and lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

He looks at you in awe, sneaks his hand into your neck and finally takes the long denied kiss. Your body is pressing against his and feeling his hardened length you moan into his mouth. Loki tastes your lips, pecks them until they are red and swollen. Then he sits upright again and pushes your head to his core. "Show me what your mouth is good for."

You lick your lips.

Oh - he loves to see you like this. Truly the perfect match for him. You brush your hair back, briefly shooting your gaze up at him. Then you dive down.

A moan leaves his body when he feels your lips tight around him. The grin has left his face and he now looks ravenous, his eyes dark and full of lust. You dip your mouth down over him, hot and wet and perfect and Loki lets out a strangled moan as you take him as deep as you can, covering the rest with your hand.

You move your head, your fingers. Your tongue licks the shaft and you taste a drop of his pre-cum. Loki rests his hand on your head, gripping a tuft of your hair. All the little sounds that escape him are music to your ears.

Loki enjoys your doing, very much. His gaze wanders down to you and the sight of you between his legs gives him an incredible feeling.

He grabs your chin and turns your head up towards him. His fingers are firm, but their touch is gentle. Your mouth slides off of him and you look up at him, curiously, hands still in place and panting in the silence.

"Look at you, so hungry for me," coos Loki. "You truly look beautiful like this."

You prop yourself up on the bed with your hands to the left and right of his hips, straightening a bit to steal a kiss from him. All too gladly he meets you, conquering your mouth. You use this distraction to straddle his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you're so close to him that your folds rub against his length.

"L-Loki… "

You want more of him, want to finally feel him inside you.

"That's it, sweetheart, just say my name over and over again." Loki stares at you with delight, while you grind and rub against him, trying to get more friction. But just as you lift your hips to ride him, he grabs you by the waist and turns you both so that you're lying with your back on the mattress and he's over you. His statement is very clear: he keeps control.

You squirm under him. "God, please, Loki."

“Keep asking your god, pet, and he might answer.“ He pushes your thighs further apart and lifts your hips. Now it's he who is on his knees in front of you. He pulls you close to his core and pushes himself into you.

You are in heaven and hell. Your eyes roll back and your head falls into your neck as you make the most heavenly sounds.

Loki thrusts deep, laying over you and shaking the bed with each hard jolt of his hips. He peppers over your collarbone and throat tickling kisses, easing his thrusts for a moment before gripping your hips and taking you as if you were his, and only his.

Your nails bury themselves in his shoulder in a desperate search for support. Loki smells like sex and the salty heat of clean sweat, and, under that, something particular, something fiery that reminds you of the immense power he holds. He could set the world on fire if he wanted to. He already set you on fire.

It’s perfect. It’s perfect and it’s everything you need. You can’t stop yourself as you throw your head back, chanting Loki's name — like a prayer on your lips. Then it’s the final mark, sending you into overdrive. Your thighs clench, your body tightens up on Loki's length. He takes you with such passion as you come onto him, screaming his name and squirming under his body. Your orgasm reaches every nerve in your body, leaving you in a bliss. Loki doesn't take long to follow you. His hips twitch as he rides out his own orgasm.

He doesn't pull out of you right away, but lowers your hips and you feel his proud gaze on your body. Your eyes are closed, but you sense his happy smile. You still feel the echo of his movements in your thighs, feel the reverberation of his thrusts in your lower body.

Finally you detach from each other and Loki lies down next to you. Seeking closeness, you put an arm around Loki, cuddling close to him. You slowly catch your breath as you lie still, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly returns to normal as well. Leaning closer, his lips brush your forehead in a feather-light touch. You hum, enjoying being close to his warm body.

“Get some sleep, darling,” he murmurs.

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(This is probably on of my favorite smut scenes I've ever written)

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spiritmadeofstars · 2 months

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Something to live for, someone to die for (Lokixfem!Reader) CH 2 [on-going]

Summary: Birdie meets a kind soul.

NO use of Y/N, instead “you” and using a nickname

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, adult themes in later chapters, 18+ (warnings and tags to be added) Read at your own risk, eh?

Chapter 2 - There goes the kind looking doctor

Chapter 1 here chapter 3 already on my AO3

I was in urgent need to write this, so I am posting the chapters as I write. Just a warning that all is unedited, but it's from my heart, and that's all that matters.

The urge to vomit woke you up. You heaved for a while but all that came out was some bloody saliva. Your head throbbed and your vision was slightly blurry. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. It was day time, probably, as the room was well lit. After blinking a few times, you started noticing the spacious room, the bed, the table and a few chairs, some cabinets and a big golden bird cage. And you were in it. Someone probably thought they were being very funny.

“Do you like it, Birdie?” Loki appeared to your left. His ability to appear out of thin air started to annoy you, your heart beat even louder, making your head throb violently.

“I love it.” You wanted to say but only whispered, the heaving left your throat tired and dry. At this point you wondered if Tony hadn’t installed a similar cage in your room, just for the shits and giggles. Loki must have listened to the intercom before disposing of it. Maybe they were coming for you...

“How is your little brain doing?” Loki started to pace in front of your cage, each step looking deliberate.

“Not good, actually.” You cleared your throat and he looked at you, his eyes boring into yours. “Looks like your presence makes my brain commit a suicide. I feel like it’s gonna burst my skull open and run away from you.” Loki’s lips twitched.

“Guards!” He shouted, and you wanted to slice his throat for being so loud. “Take her to the healer and then straight back here. No food. Don’t forget to lock the cage, no need to guard her. I’ll deal with her when I come back.” He finished and left through the door, you were surprised he did not just vanish into thin air.

“Get up, human.” One of the guards, the female, said. You realized you were no longer tied up, but your wrists bore the markings from the rope. You slowly pushed yourself up, taking a moment to catch your breath. “On your knees, head down, hands behind your back.”

“I’m weak.” You tried.

“Don’t care. I’m not stupid enough to underestimate you.” You had to give it to her, looks like the bad guys were starting to evolve. You did as she commanded, you were too weak to escape anyway. If you tried to fly, not only would your brain escape, but your insides, too.

On your knees, you put your hands behind your back. You could feel the warm hands of the guard as she secured the binds. Suddenly she grabbed you and pulled you to your feet. They were wobbly, so you leaned on her, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“I have to close my eyes, please don’t let me run into a wall.” You said, feeling like the world was spinning too quickly, and you were about to fall apart. You heard a chuckle, but felt the other guard, male, grab your other arm. You were grateful that they weren’t being dicks.

After a minute or two, you apparently arrived at your destination. Two knocks sounded and when you opened your eyes a young man stood in the doorway. He looked you over and raised an eyebrow.

“Put her on the table.” He said, his voice quiet and warm. The guards took you inside, swapped your bindings, so that your hands were in the front, making it easier for you to lie down on the examination table. “I won’t be long, wait outside.” The healer said and you could hear the door lock.

“You look rough, Midgardian.” He stated. You managed a grin and he seemed surprised. He seemed to work some magic, as little lights appeared above you, an image of your body of sorts. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty rough.” You exhaled. “Where am I?” He seemed kind, so you wanted to try your luck.

“In a healer’s office, of course.” No luck, then. “There’s some bad wounds, nothing I can’t fix. Some trauma to your brain, hm. Your human brains are weak, I suppose a week should be enough for it to fully heal. But your mind…” He seemed to search your eyes, then grunted. “That’s a bit more complicated.” You felt relief.

Loki wanted something, and it seemed only you knew the location. Well, you did not, but you would remember. You had time. If the healer lets him know, Loki’ll let you heal before he starts torturing you, maybe. You’d convince him to take you back to Earth, call Tony and co. and be saved.

The healer started to laugh, his face crinkled in a genuine smile. You frowned.

“You Midgardians think you’re clever, but I can see your little plan in your face, your eyes. Loki is the God of Lies. You think he won’t notice such an obvious lie when I did just now?” You were dumbfounded. He laughed at your expression and helped you sit up.

You watched him mix something, his worktable similar to a witch’s potions cabinet. He turned to you with a potion of his own. You drank it without protest, it seemed it was no use to fight right now. Weak, nauseous, your poker face obviously on vacation. You needed to get yourself together before planning anything.

“Undress, I need to clean your wounds.” The healer looked you over. “And you.”

“Can’t you just magic the blood and vomit away?”

“And where’s the fun in that?” He looked at you with a serious expression and then grinned. Your brain must be beyond repair, because you felt as if you were in a bad comedy. “Should I call Dina? The one who brought you?” You were used to being treated, pulled apart and put back together, there was no space for being shy in a life or death situation, so you left the societal need for virtue in the lab where they helped make you.

“Doesn’t matter to me, but I need help with the binds.” You stretched out your hands, only now properly looking at them. The potion the healer gave you was quick working, your head no longer throbbing as violently and your sight clearer. There were no binds, only two thick manacle bands. You pulled your hands apart from each other a little and felt a pull.

“When you’re treating an enemy, you don’t want to release their handcuffs every time there’s a need to get dressed, to undressed.” Fuck, they were really getting smarter. You reacher for your zipper, pulling it down. The bands allowing your hands to be 10 centimeters apart, and no more. But you managed to get your suit off your shoulders and over the bands, as if there was nothing connecting them.

You were wearing your plain white underwear, so you weren’t left naked in front of the stranger, but he was not even looking at you. The healer was quick at work on more potions, probably for your wounds. He caught you struggling with the lower part of your suit and decided to help you.

“Can I at least know your name?” You asked, unable to let him undress you in silence.

“Silas.” He smiled as he told you his name and you could not see him as a villain. He looked more like an ally. He was surely here against his will. Silas would be the one to help you escape. “It’s probably evil of me to only tell you now, but your head injury must have caused you to speak your thoughts out loud. I’m sorry, it was funny to let you tell me everything.” Eyes wide, you stared at him, feeling betrayed.

“So you are here of your own free will, then?” Feeling defeated, you decided to just voice everything of your own accord.

“Very much, yes. You know, to me, you are the enemy. The villain who thinks they are doing what’s right. It’s two sides of the same coin, or how the saying of yours goes.” He put your boots and suit on a table and returned back to you, looking over your legs. “You are Birdie?” You rolled your eyes.

“Apparently.” You were never going to get rid of this. Silas grabbed you by the arm and helped you off the examination table, leading you to an adjacent room. It was a sterile and at the same time messy looking bathroom. A little circular tub to your right, a bench to your left, and a curtain in the far left corner of the room. “Is that a toilet?”

“Yes, it is. I can give you a second to relieve yourself and then help you with the bath.” Silas said, and left the room without waiting for your answer. You were grateful.

It took you a moment to make your way towards the alien looking toilet. You were grateful you did not piss yourself during the trip. No surprise, Silas felt comfortable leaving you here. There was no way of escaping, no window, nothing. Perhaps you could drown yourself.

When you were done, you knocked on the door, letting your healer know you were ready. He stayed silent as he filled the tub with water and added some more of his potions. He motioned for you to get in the bathtub and turned his back to you.

“How gallant, but I can’t get this bra off. It goes over the head.” He turned to face you, turned you around and helped you out of the bralette. Then he turned his back to you once again. You undressed the rest and lowered yourself into the water. “Are you the good cop? Is someone going to come in and try to drown me?” The water felt good, but your wounds stung.

“I believe the torture is scheduled to start next week, you’re safe until then.” Silas turned around when you were submerged, the water was murky from the stuff he put in it. “Will you need help?”

“Why are you being kind to me?” You asked, unable to comprehend.

“I am a healer, not a torturer. Do your healers treat your prisoners differently? Do they just keep stabbing and cutting after the battle ends?” His voice started to rise, his eyes filled with anger.

“No, I’m sorry. I just thought-”

“Don’t misunderstand. Just because I’m kind to you does not mean I am your friend. I was tasked to heal you. Until you are of use, you will stay alive. I don’t care if Loki cuts off your arm to get what he wants. If he brings you to me, I will heal you. Over and over again, until there is nothing left to heal.” You watched him in horror, realized your mistake too late. He seemed too human, too kind, too pretty with his golden hair and warm green eyes to be this brutal. “Don’t drown.” He said before he slammed the door as he left the bathroom.

You sat there frozen for a moment. What were you even thinking? Trusting the first kind looking person, you would not dare to do that even back on Earth. People were unpredictable and fake, people of all planets, it seems. You made a mental note to keep your guard up and to get it together.

After approximately 10 minutes you decided this was enough. You got out of the tub, used the toilet once more, just in case. Who knows when someone will be kind again. You put on your panties, but were unable to put the bra back on. There was a thin towel on the bench, that you managed to put around yourself, took the bra and left the bathroom.

“Silas?” You called, just in case.

“Here.” You heard from the examination room. You made your way back. “Sit on the table, I’ll just put on some salve on your wounds.” Without a word, you let him take the towel away and tend to your wounds. You did not even realize how many there were.

You did not remember the fight with Loki and his men, but they must have nicked you a few times. Your head was bleeding, of course, and Loki cut out your chip, but you did not realize there were wounds in your legs as well. Maybe you flew through one of those glass displays?

“I’m done, get dressed.”

“Can you help me with the bra-”

“No. Your suit was cut up in too many places. Dina brought you some spare clothes. You can ask her for help.” He said, and left through the main door. You caught a glimpse of your guards, and Dina entered a few seconds later.

“There goes the kind looking doctor.” You whispered to yourself. Dina helped you into black linen looking pants and a leather top. The sleeves covered your manacle bands, but the pull was still there. You were allowed to keep your boots.

Just a few minutes later you were back in your cage, locked. Like properly locked, the guards checked three times. It seemed the manacles were somehow connected to the cage, because when the lock was secured, the pull between your hands faded. You could move freely. As freely as you could in a cage where you could stand up and take three steps to cross the whole thing.

You sat down and leaned back, resting your head on the steel bars. You thought about what Silas said, about you being cut up over and over again, only to be healed. You realized you have felt too safe on Earth, with the Avengers… you quickly forgot about your family abandoning you, leaving you to a scientist that promised to cure you only to turned you into something else entirely.

You forgot you used to be a lonely kid, strapped to an examination table, too similar to the one you were laying on just moments ago. Full of needles and fear. How could you have forgotten? Was it because the Avengers were your family now? Because you felt like they would never leave you? Yet here you were, in a cage on a different planet, a prisoner of the person who wanted to rule Earth and in the process helped you escape the hellhole you called home all those years ago. What a cruel fate, to be unknowingly freed by the person who would catch you just a little while later.

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mojowitchcraft · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @emryses 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 25, I have no clue how that happened

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 278,105... wowowow 👀 dis bish is cray cray

3. What fandoms do you write for? Just Stranger Things at the moment! If you really want you can go find an old HP one shot I wrote years ago on Fanfiction.net but I don't really count that!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? You’re The Ultimate No One Rides For Free [Night Drives Part 1] You Think These People Really Care For You? [Part 2] Take Me On A Night Drive [Part 3] You Give Me Pale Shelter [Part 4]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, always

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't really write angst but I guess the lil spooky 500 word vamp Eddie fic I wrote could be considered an angsty ending since it's open to interpretation Awakened I Have Become

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Strawberries & Cigarettes

8. Do you get hate on fics? No I haven't really! The only annoying things I've seen are people complaining about the smut at the end of the bodyswap fic (You're the Ultimate)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! Must have smut! I'm a fairly vanilla person myself, so I don't really veer into kinky stuff in my own writing. I like sex where the characters are having fun, some silly stuff happening is always good. I love Virgin Eddie & Bottom Eddie, so I write that a lot, but they usually switch it up in pretty much everything I write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No I haven't! I think cross overs can be fun but I don't think I'll ever write one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope!! I've seen it happen to friends though and it really sucks.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but that would be so cool! I'm always open to people translating or creating something based on my fics!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet! But @glitterfang and I keep talking about it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Oh god, my brain is so full of Steddie... are there other ships? hahahaha

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Right now I'm staring at my Steddie dads fic that I started for Steddie Week and it kinda grew legs... I've been feeling guilty that I haven't finished it, I'll either have to keep it short (3 chapters like I originally planned) and end it more abruptly, or I'll need to brainstorm and expand it. but I DO fully intend to finish it! I just feel shitty that I haven't yet and it keeps slipping my mind. We Part To Meet Again here it is in case you want to read it without ever knowing when it's gonna be updated hahahah *cue everyone running away screaming*

16. What are your writing strengths? Oh god, ask someone else, I don't know!!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Struggling to make time to write, maybe not being as descriptive with settings and clothing as I could be?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? This feels like such a random question hahahaha, I mean I've read a few where they're in another country and there's a smattering of a different language. It's nice when authors put the translations in the end notes.

19. First fandom you wrote for? HP technically.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? How am I to choose between my children!! I do really love Night Drives, and all of my other fics. I was really proud of 'Am I Your Fire?' but it didn't get much attention so I'm gonna say that

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starkerhowlter · 10 months

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Princess Parker -- 9

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

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This fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I promise that I haven't forgotten about this fic and I swear the last two chapters are waiting in the queue to post in the next two weeks. Life got in the way and I graduated college!

9 -- Fated Arrangement

Bucky jumps when Loki corners him a week later. "What the hell are you doing, man?"

"I need your help."

"And 'Hey, Bucky, I need your help' wouldn't have worked?"

"No. Of course not." Loki scoffs, leading the boy to a table on the patio. "I need your help crossing social lines."

"What?"

"Tony has a crush on Peter."

”And this is news to you? I thought you guys knew everything.” ?" Bucky arched his eyebrows, unimpressed.

"Peter has a crush on Tony too." Loki clarifies.

Bucky replies confused, "And what exactly do you expect me to do with this information?”

"Peter and Tony need to meet up and talk through all this frustration.” Loki waves their hand in the air ambiguously. “We’ll use one of the empty fashion classrooms.”

"That would work, but neither of us know where that is."

"Gods you absolute cretin. How you have made it this far in life is beyond me. The fourth floor of the Nelson building Room 425." The fashion god rolls their eyes and takes a sip from their $11 latte.

"Oh, like you know where every classroom on campus is.” Bucky sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. When do we want to do this?"

"2:30 today. There’s no classes in the room for an hour before or an hour after. No one around to witness whatever social travesty may occur.”

"Perfect. I will be there with Tony."

"Don't get caught, Peter specifically requested privacy."

"Why?"

"He's terrified of "social suicide" or something. Which I can respect," Loki confesses with an eye roll, "but, he also feels that because it’s a Tuesday."

"I mean fair." Bucky shrugs, "So 2:30 in the Nelson building?"

"Don’t be late." Bucky nods, walking away from the fashion student, rolling his eyes.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Sorry I’m late,” Bucky said, dropping his tray on the table and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth, smiling at the feeling of Steve’s fingers in his hair. “Yo Tony, check your phone.” Bucky nodded towards Tony as he took a bite of his apple.

"O...kay?" Tony pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and reads the texts from Bucky. He nods, silently, looking up and seeing Bucky show Steve the message he’d sent Tony, traitorous romantic bastards. Tony tries his best not to scarf down the rest of his food in his excitement. “I have to go, see you guys at dinner possibly?" The others at the table nod, smiling. Tony swears out of the corner of his eye he sees Steve give him a thumbs up.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

Tony stares at himself in the mirror of his dorm, unsure of what to wear for this. “What do you wear when you meet someone like Peter?” He asks Freddie.

When the poster (obviously) fails to reply Tony sighs with a laugh. “Useless”

Searching his closet, he decides on a white tee with his vintage leather jacket over it was good enough. His jeans have tears in them, but not in the way that it looks like he can't buy better ones. Instead, it's in the 'artful' way.

He cracks his neck, staring at Freddie on his wall. "Wish me luck, mate." He murmurs, touching his hand to the worn spot on the corner of the poster, where Freddie's mic stand leaves the frame. "This could change everything."

_-_-_-_-_-_-

Peter is in the same predicament. Staring into his massive closet of designer clothing, trying to decide on the perfect appearance for the meeting with Tony. He pulls out a dress shirt from Anton Alexander. It's a swear-by shirt for Peter, usually saved for presentations and job interviews, but today, it's for meeting his soulmate.

Is Tony his soulmate? Peter picks out a pair of red jeans and his black Louboutin Samson’s, dressing carefully in the clothes. He brushes out his hair, smiling as his curls fall into place. He picks up a tube of pale pink lip gloss, brushing a ghost of the color onto his lips before touching up the simple eyeliner from earlier that morning. He nods, just as Loki knocks on his door.

"Hey, are you ready for this, Peter?" Loki asks, opening the door. Peter nods again, smiling at his friend's reflection in the mirror. Loki has gone green with their outfit today, the color a perfect match for their complexion and a simple statement of 'you can't afford me.' Peter turns to them, "Do any of the others know where we are going?"

"Nope. The only people who know are Bucky, Tony, you, me, and probably Bucky's boyfriend."

"Okay." He takes a deep breath. “Thank you for respecting my wishes for privacy.”

"For sure, dahling. I wouldn't want you fucking yourself over royally just because you had a little crush on a boy. But it's already 2:07 and I doubt you want to keep the boy in question waiting?" They asked with a teasing smile, checking their watch dramatically.

"Shit! No!" Peter gasps, grabbing his keys, wallet, and phone before locking the door to his dorm room; Loki following close behind.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

By the time Tony and Bucky find the Nelson Building, It's already 2:10. "Fuck, I hope we aren't late..."

"No, Tony, he said 2:30. We're meeting them in room 425."

As soon as they enter the building, they feel out of place. The white marble staircase leading them to the second floor greets them and there are pictures of notable designers that are alumni of the school. "Holy, woah. Why have we never been in here?"

"Clearly, we don't belong in here," Tony whispers, leading Bucky to the elevator. The gold doors part and open to the marble interior, and the two step inside, pressing the button for the fourth floor. The elevator dings gently, and begins rising to the selected floor. It dings again, as the doors part. This floor is different from the main lobby. The walls are pastel green, and the ceiling is covered in drawings of clouds. It almost feels like a children's hallway. All of the doors are closed and the hallway is dark. "Are you sure this isn't a prank? Bucky this hall looks abandoned."

"Loki said 425. They should be here. What would they gain from pranking you?" Bucky sighs, "Just... let's find the room and then we can decide from there."

Tony nods, following the signage that leads them around the corner to room 425.

Bucky motions to the door, "Here it is. Want me to go in first?"

"Sure. Is anyone in there?" He asks, picking at his nail nervously.

Bucky glances in the window, "Loki and Peter. I don't see anyone else." He catches Loki’s eye as Loki starts towards the door.

Loki opened the door and gestured for Tony to enter. “Well, in you go.” They said as the fashion major exited to the hallway. Bucky and Loki shared a smile between them, as they leaned against the wall, guarding the door.

"Um... hi." Peter begins, "Sorry about this."

Tony smiled at Peter. “All good.”

Peter chews his lip nervously, the movement catching the other boy’s eye. Just before Peter catches him, he quickly begins glancing around the space.

"So what’s this room for?" The walls are covered in patterns and fabrics, and each model on the back wall is wearing some form of costume. The desk Peter is sat on is clearly his, judging by the leather and glitter adorning the drawings next to him.

Tony smiles gently, meeting Peter's eyes. Oh hell, how he wishes he hadn't. The moment their eyes meet, he feels like he's come home. Everything that Tony was ever worried about was gone in that minute. He looks so fucking perfect sat slightly above him on the table.

Oh, how Tony could get used to that view.

"Oh, it's for Design 101. It's purely for teaching us how to create our own patterns and trace them onto fabric and how to create clothing items. It’s basically a studio."

"But wait, I thought you were a Chemistry major?"

"Actually, I'm both.” he shrugs dismissively, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “I’m double majoring with a minor in environmental science," Peter flushes, pridefully.

"That's really impressive.” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So which do you want to use in your future?"

"I think I want to work with fashion more, but maybe use my chemistry knowledge to write out formulas for new colors and fabrics. The environmental science minor is just a brain workout. Don’t want to come off as a ditz now do I?"

"That's, wow, that’s something. You’ve got some serious balls taking on the hardest major for fun." Tony replies, reveling in the way Peter preens at the compliments. A soft blush tints his cheeks and Tony resists pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead.

"But we didn't come here to talk about that. I asked you to meet me here because--"

"Time's up." Loki says as they open the door and nodding towards the hallway.. "If you both want to make a break for it, now's your chance. The next class comes in ten minutes."

"Fuck, why can't we ever have time alone. It's like the universe is keeping me away from you," Peter pouts.

"I know, but there's a funny thing you should know about me," Tony leans in and for a moment Peter thinks he's going to kiss him again. Just before their mouths connect he murmurs, "The universe doesn't stop me." Tony pulls away, leaving Peter gasping on the desk.

"It's true," Bucky jokes, leaning against the door frame with a reassuring smile."If he wants something, nothing will stop him." He nods towards Tony with a shrug.

Peter returns the smile. "Thank you. For doing this, I mean."

Bucky nods, "Absolutely. I mean, you should thank Loki, they arranged all this. We gotta roll though if we want to avoid people questioning us."

"Alright. Can I have a minute with Tony though?"

"I mean, I'm not his keeper, but I’m gonna get out of here. Catch you two around." Bucky winks at Peter, texting as he heads out.

"Bye, Bucky!" Peter smiles.

Tony turns back to Peter with a soft smirk.

"I just wanted to… I just” Peter stammered. “I'm sorry I'm gonna go."

As the boy passes, Tony touches his wrist. "No! What did you want?"

Peter sighs, and curses under his breath. He grabs Tony's shoulders and twists towards him, moving to press a kiss to Tony’s cheek. Before he can, however, Tony turns his head to meet Peter’s eye.

"Well, I was trying to kiss your cheek but I suppose this will do," Peter said with a soft giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony's lips, shoulders dropping at the feeling of familiarity. "I’ll see you later, okay?"

"The third-floor ballroom? No one uses it after dinner. We can sneak in and no one will see us.”

"Deal."

"See you tonight." Peter kisses Tony's cheek and sits down at his desk, watching Tony leave.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

The evening couldn't come fast enough. Tony fights the urge to hang out outside the classroom, waiting for Peter to return.

If he didn’t think it would jeopardize Peter’s social status, he would press the boy against the wall and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him. Right here, right now.

Everything in him screams for Peter, for the boy he can't have.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are MUCH appreciated!

#starker #tony x peter #shut up nika #nika writes #princess Parker

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Dr. Laufeyson

Chapter 3 ~ This is me opening up

Warnings etc: Loki x female reader au where Lokis a therapist, therapy, flashbacks, smut?, swearing, mentions of past trauma later in the fic including abuse both physically and sexually - not explicit detail, 18+. PLEASE tell me if I ever leave anything out x

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“So y/n, I want to touch a little on why you’re here.” Dr Laufeyson spoke evenly, looking at you with an interested expression as he sat opposite you. You watched as he pushed his escaping glasses up his face, waiting for you to speak. Unlike last week, this time his button up was a light blue. His hair was tied back as opposed to being in a bun. You hadn’t realised how long it was. “Whatever your comfortable with.” He added, breaking you from the daydream you had slipped into.

“Don’t you know already?” You exhaled, looking away from him as your fingers drummed the armrest of your chair.

“I want to hear it from you.” He answered “why have you decided to come in? What is it that you’re hoping to achieve and how can I help with that?”

“Rich parents who’d prefer to send me to therapy instead of actually talking through my problems with me.” You snorted.

“Problems?” Loki repeated.

“Yeah, my problems you know, the sex, the one night stands, the constant need—” you listed before you paused “sorry I’m rambling.”

“No. We’re here for you to talk y/n, don’t ever feel you’re over talking.” Loki assured “Looking through the answers to the questionnaires you completed before our session, it seems as if your addiction is the thing that you wanted to work through the most. Is that still the case?”

It felt fine coming to terms with the fact that you could have potentially formed a craving to sex since your breakup with Curtis, a craving that other therapists had titled addiction and something that you happily typed into the questionnaire but it now felt different actually sitting in front of Dr Laufeyson and having to say it out loud.

“I like fun.” You said simply.

“Fun is only fun when you’re enjoying it.” He answered “do you enjoy it?”

“Yes.” You answered, you did, sometimes.

“Okay.” He smiled curtly, jotting something down in his notepad that you squinted your eyes to read. “Tell me about your most recent experience. Did you enjoy that?”

In all honesty, you didn’t actually remember it. All you remembered was meeting the guy at the bar and bringing him home, everything else was a blur.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“How did it make you feel?” He asked.

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Yeah, good.” You dismissed as your leg began to shake.

“Okay.” He spoke calmly, writing again before he asked his next question “when was your last relationship?”

Curtis

“Erm, about a year and a bit ago.” You tried to sound nonchalant as memories of Curtis flooded you.

“And how was that?” He continued.

You took a deep breath, fingers drumming against the arm rest of the chair as your leg continued to shake.

“It’s okay, you can take your time.” He assured.

“It um, it was.” You stuttered, swallowing thickly as you recalled the entirety of you and Curtis’ two and a half year relationship. You looked around the room at more minimalistic paintings, wanting to distract your mind from the memories. Curtis had nothing to do with what you were going through now. He didn’t even deserve his name falling from your lips. Not after everything he did. Even if he was partly to blame for your thoughts and feelings now, you didn’t want to go into it, you couldn’t. “Great sex.” You laughed, facing Dr Laufeyson again as your leg stopped shaking and you relaxed your hand.

“Was that it?” He questioned “were there any other positives or perhaps any negatives?”

“Many many positives.” You grinned, biting your lip as you looked at Dr Laufeyson “I didn’t get any complaints.” You added, recalling the times Curtis would praise you even if you were simply just a prop, a means to a release, the times you weren’t in the mood and you’d just lay there, lifeless, drifting somewhere else as he thrusted into you, his praises would bring you back down. His nice words outweighed his awful ones, at least they did at the start.

“Would you like a tissue?” The Doctor asked, offering you a box as you focused back onto him, wiping your eye, you realised that a few tears had fallen down your cheek.

“Oh shit sorry.” You laughed awkwardly, quickly picking up a couple of tissues as you dabbed at your face.

“No need for apologies.” He insisted.

Scrunching the tissue into a little ball in your hand, you focused on Dr Laufeyson as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

“Here.” You said, holding out your empty hand.

“What?”

“Glasses.” You gestured.

“I don’t think—”

“I used to wear glasses, pass them.” You instructed. Not sure why, he followed your order, removing his glasses before handing them to you. There was something about you, something different. He observed you as you bent the edge slightly, careful to not break the frame. You were so engrossed in the task as if moments before you hadn’t been crying. It’s like you were someone new now.

“Where do you go?” He uttered, barely audible. You didn’t hear him. Finishing, you handed him back his glasses watching as he put them back on.

“Better?”

“Thank you.” He smiled kindly.

“I think that’s our hour up, Loki.” You said, glancing at the clock behind him and using his name considering you were both no longer in session. “Same time next week?”

“I’ll get it booked.” He nodded “take care.” He said, walking you to the door.

“You too Loki.”

Leaving the building, you entered Bucky’s car that had pulled up. You had phoned him earlier to pick you up as your car was currently being serviced.

“Hey doll.” He smiled, reaching over and kissing you on the cheek “how was it?”

“Goood, I was sitting there all like this is me opening up.” You exaggerated “and I think we had a breakthrough.” You lied.

“Really?” Bucky smiled excitedly “Aww I’m proud of ya.”

“Thanks.” You replied, eyes focusing on the window as you thought about your relationship with Curtis.

Y/n: *rips the glasses off him and bends the curvy bit at the back* BETTER?!

Loki: *scared* Who even are you?

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primewritessmut · 3 months

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🛒🎢👀🧠 (Mobius AND LokI 'cause I'm greedy) 🤲✅

Oi! Look at our cute little matching PFPs!

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I’ve been told I put a lot of knives in my stories. And also that they’re very brutal in their way which, for real, was something that had to be POINTED OUT TO ME because I had no idea. It’s one of those things, I think, where you’re just trucking along in your own little brain thinking your fucked up little ideas are normal and then someone rolls up and gets a look inside and is like, “wow, this place is really bringing down the property value for the rest of the neighborhood.”

Other themes that I am aware that I write: Seeing the Other, Love in Spite of (and Sometimes Because of) Flaws, and Everyone is a Little Bit of an Asshole.

I tend to use ocean and space imagery when talking about love and the realization that one character is in love with another. There’s something about the vastness and unknowability of those two places that I think is very akin to how we understand love (i.e. not very well).

And I’m a sucker for scenes where characters help each other get dressed. There’s just something so domestic and intimate about it while at the same time having implications of staking your claim on this person in a subtle way (“wear this shirt that I picked out for you”) or offering them some form of protection against the world. I don’t think I write it as much as I would like to, but I do know it's popped up a few times.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Hmm. she’s not going to die today, maybe? Mostly because there were a few times while writing that story that I audibly gasped at something either Peter or Wade had done. It’s also a true enemies to lovers story which, I think, is always inherently a ride.

In terms of just buckling in and enjoying the ride, though, I’d have to give the title to A Particular Set of Skills. I knew it was probably the last time I’d write those characters and so I gave them a lot of free rein to just be balls to the wall and silly and bloody and terrible and funny.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

DUDE. You already know about literally every wip I have going.

I don’t know which one I’m most excited about but I’m currently in my Lokius era and have two that I think will be fun to write.

There’s a post-canon fic for Sylvie (working title: love is an apocalypse event) where she meets her own Mobius variant (Margot) in Broxton which I think I’m most stoked for as a chance to write more wlw/sapphic stuff. Well, that and getting back to writing something a little more antagonistic because, let’s face it, Sylvie is the equivalent of a wasp trying to fly up your nose.

And a modern Mobius/Loki AU (working title: Midori Sour) where Mobius is a bartender/restaurant manager at the bar where Loki keeps bringing all his first dates. And, of course, Mobius enjoys watching because (1) Loki is nice to look at and (2) all the dates tend to end in disaster.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Mobius is on the ace spec (probably demi) and he’s a service top. Also, that goofy little dude has a choking kink (being choked) that I’m excited to explore at some point.

Loki likes to watch as much as Mobius does. There are so many moments in canon where Loki is looking at Mobius or paying attention to what he does when it makes zero sense to do so. As I think you said when reading one of the Daggers chapters: “that boy is lost in the sauce.”

As far as the two of them together? They absolutely, positively utilize Loki’s shape-shifting abilities when fucking. I think it embarrasses Loki at first, but Mobius is so excited and enthusiastic about it that— Oh wait. Heeeeey, new fic idea. (I’m sure that already exists, but I’m going to be thinking about it a lot today anyway.)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

The struggle of trying to find a snippet that I haven’t already c/p into your inbox the second I wrote it…

He won’t remember this but Loki will, and Mobius can’t decide which is worse.

“Hey,” he says, cupping Loki’s jaw, “it’s me.”

“I know it’s you. I know, but—“

“No.” Mobius pulls Loki’s face down to his and presses his forehead against Loki's. “No. It’s always me. Along every point in the timeline I give a shit about you, Loki. Don’t forget that.”

Loki’s shoulders drop on an exhale and Mobius smooths his palms down the sides of Loki’s neck to his drooping shoulders. Loki leans in closer, tucking his face into the crook of Mobius’s neck while Mobius threads his fingers through strands of raven black hair.

A sad laugh heats the side of Mobius’s throat. “It would be a lot easier if you didn’t,” Loki mumbles. “But I’m far too selfish to wish for it.”

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Lists of threes. Like, I know threes are a thing in literature but I am HYPER aware of whenever I'm listing out traits or giving examples of something in exposition. There's a rhythm to it that feels broken if it's not a list of three.

I know there are snippets of dialogue and specific phrases I use over and over again, but I'm coming up blank on them right now. I'm sure the next time I'm editing they are all I'm going to see, though.

#ask game #loved answering these questions #you always ask the best ones

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illwynd · 1 year

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2022 writing meme

Tagged by @pandirpus. TY!!! :D

Word count for the year: 42,051 posted, significantly more than that written but not all of them were good words so we’ll roll with the posted number. Not the worst, I suppose.

Number of stories posted to Ao3: four new fics, and added chapters to two other WIPs.

Pairings written for: Thorki

Fandoms I wrote for: Thor & Loki fandom 5eva

Most popular story: If we’re not including ongoing WIPs from previous years, then What You Are in the Dark.

Story I’m most proud of: Hmm, despite being one of those ongoing WIPs, I think LMD, since it’s not just one of the longer things I’ve written in a while but also one of the more ambitious in terms of complexity and some interesting narrative and thematic stuff going on. Now that the spookyfic is just about done I’ll be able to get back to wrapping this one up, and with any luck y’all will agree.

Funniest: Illegal. Spur-of-the-moment incest smut with Thor in lingerie, written to taunt antis. It gave me a lol at least.

Kinkiest: I’m pretty sure Thor enjoying getting railed by tentacles wins this fight.

Saddest: Hmm, probably Once Again. Canon separating Thor and Loki forever hurts me. Or if we’re including ongoing WIPs, Turned to Lead. Poor mute Loki.

Least Popular: I guess Battlefield Voices? But it is a tiny random ficlet with kid brodinsons so. *shrug*

Most Cringe-Worthy: i have never done anything cringe in my life.

Favorite Opening Line(s):

Anyone else, maybe, would have been grateful.

Favorite Closing Line(s):

Since I can’t give you the last lines of WYAITD or LMD yet, I guess these had some punch...

Thor kisses him again, and Loki’s tears are cleared enough to see his expression now, so warm.

Thor kisses him, smiles at him, and it’s all he’s ever wanted.

“Whatever it is, it can’t get you anymore.”

Top Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:

omg I am so bad at thinking of things like this. i just can’t tell which scenes make the best visuals. which makes it even more awesome when someone who can think in art.jpg rather than art.txt answers that question for me, like @hechizero-emplumado did here for LMD :DDDD

Story I haven’t yet written, but intend to:

OK so I’ve at least started writing all of these but they’re not close to posting yet so that counts, right?

Skrull Thor (I am rly looking forward to this one. convoluted but fun.)

Werewolf Loki (probably next year’s spookyfic)

The one where Thor goes to Jotunheim specifically because he’s got a size kink a mile wide and wants to get boned by giants, and Jotun Loki volunteers to be his tour guide, so to speak

The one where Asgard Thor and Loki meet Jotunheim AU Thor and Loki

a bunch more idk. i have so many wips in my folders. so many.

Fic-writing goals for 2023:

i just rly want to write more again. I want to finish some of the backburner stuff and drawer fics and write some stuff I’ve been meaning to write and have new ideas and write some absolute filth and some tear-streaked angst and some silly crack. I want to get back into the swing of things.

Tagging (but no pressure): @gorgeousgalatea, @incredifishface, @pennypaperbrain, @worstloki... anyone else who feels like doing it, you can say I tagged you, too ;)

#my fics #i guess we do a meme #writing meme

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trashywormeateroffics · 2 years

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 30: Therapy for blowing up people.

“Hello Y/N,” Dr. Lee said as she entered the hospital room.

“Hi,” she said, looking briefly at her and then at the ground.

“How are you?” She laughed.

“Never better!” The doctor nodded.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I can't.”

“Okay,” she sighed, thoughtful and pursed her lips. “How would you feel about writing it and then giving it to me?” Y/N looked up at her.

“Um… maybe I could do that.”

“Great, I will wait outside for you. Take all the time you need, you are my priority right now.”

“Okay.” She nodded, a bit choked up. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Once the therapist left, not before giving her a notebook and a pen, she closed her eyes and sighed. How could she describe it? She sighed again and began writing.

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“I'm done.” She told her once Dr. Lee came into the room.

“Okay, would you like to read it to me?”

“I… I can try,” she said, pursing her lips. The doctor nodded and waited for her to begin. She sighed and began reading.

“When I first came here I was put together. I had gone through terrible things, but I was in denial of them, which in return made me less willing to break. After a while, I couldn't deny them anymore. The first time I realized that I lost my family was while I was having dinner with The Avengers in the first few weeks since I arrived. Bruce said something and then Clint made a joke and Peter snorted, making juice come out of his nose and stain the tablecloth and his pants; everyone scolded him, but it was so careful, so full of love. I remember thinking “This is what a family is supposed to be”.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “And that's when I realized that I lost mine, and that it wasn't even a nice one.” After saying that, she felt tears brimming in her eyes. “Flash forward a few months later, I had a family again, a nice one, an amazing one, and I was so happy. I am so happy to have them.” Her voice broke on the last word. “But then I did what I was supposed to do, what I always end up doing: I ruined it.” Her hands were shaking as she had a hold tight on the paper. Dr. Lee just looked at her patiently. “There's no pretty way to say it, so I'm just going to do it.” She bit her lip. “I killed almost fifty people. I blew them up with my powers, and I wish I could say I don't know how it happened, or that I didn't have ill intent, but I do... I did.” This time, she looked up at the doctor with sorrowful eyes, expecting to find a disgusted face, but all she saw was empathy and patience. She crumpled the paper in her hands “I…” She put the tip of her tongue on her upper lip. “I was in the office with that man, the one who ran everything and he hit me and said that he would make me feel so much pain I would beg for him to kill me.” A sob escaped her throat. “But I pretended I didn't care, I was so angry… I smiled at him and told him that if he were to touch me again, I would destroy him. When he did, he did it in the worst way he could've done it.” She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. “He touched my hair, as if it were an intimate gesture and I… I lost it. I blew them all up in a second… Just because he touched my hair!” She cried out.

“Y/N,” the doctor told her. “You were violently threatened and physically assaulted. I understand that what happened makes you feel guilty, but it was not unprecedented.”

“Do you think I'm evil, a monster?” She asked, frightened to hear the answer.

“No, not at all.” Dr. Lee answered. “You have been through so much, and you remain kind. Do you know how much strength that takes?” Y/N pursed her lips. “A lot.” She answered her own question. She handed her a pack of tissues and smiled softly at her. “We are going to work on this. You will feel better, I promise.”

“Okay,” she smiled a bit. “Thank you.”

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It had been a few weeks since the whole kidnapping thing, and Y/N found herself in the library with Loki, sitting on the floor in between the shelves of books.

After a while of reading, she sighed.

“Is everything alright?” He asked with a soft voice and concerned eyes. She looked at him.

“Yeah I just… What are we Loki?” She suddenly questioned.

“Excuse me?” He asked now, confused.

“I mean, are you my…” She paused before saying the word.

“Your…” He drawed out, waiting for her to finish.

“Like, my boyfriend.” She said plainly and he looked at her frowning, which made her nervous. “We said many things but we never said exactly what we were and I want to know… Not to put pressure on you we can be whatever you want I just-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted her rambling. “Breathe.” She covered her face with her hands.

“Sorry…”

“Darling, look at me.” She didn't. “Look at me Y/N.” He said more firmly now and she slowly uncovered her face. “You are right. We never established it like that, I just assumed we already knew what it was.”

“Yeah you're right, I just keep having that question pop up in my mind and I... don't know.” He pulled her into his lap and hugged her waist with both arms, looking at her with pure adoration in his eyes.

“What are we, you ask.” He pursed his lips. “In Asgard we do not use midgardian labels like boyfriend or girlfriend, instead we use beloved.” She blushed. “You are my beloved.” He finished simply.

“I-I y-” She stuttered out. He smirked but without a malicious intent.

“But,” he began, “if the word you are accustomed to using is boyfriend, then yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my girlfriend.” She suddenly grinned. “Though I prefer beloved.”

“Can’t we use both?!” She asked excitedly. He chuckled.

“We can use whatever you want, my love.” Y/N cupped his face in her hands and gave him a breathtaking kiss. When they pulled away they were both panting. She grinned stupidly.

“My boyfriend.” She sang. “My boyfriend.” She repeated again, putting emphasis on my. He grinned and bit his lip.

“Yours,” he said, pecking her on the lips. “Yours,” he kissed her nose. “Yours,” her cheek. “Yours,” her other cheek. “Yours,” her chin. “Completely yours,” he finished, kissing her forehead and then pulling her into a long kiss.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” She repeated against his lips. Beloved or girlfriend, she was his too.

~taglist~ @mischief2sarawr @midnights-ramblings @mealoncholy-hill @paetonnn

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not-close-to-straight · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing so much!! It's so wonderfully detailed and intricate! It's such a joy to read!!! Which is why I ask: any tips? How did you write like this/learn to? Any book recs? I am AMAZED at your word count (it took me like 6 months for 50k lol *dies*) and I would really appreciate any advice from an expert to a novice!

Also Rebellious!Tony & Natasha (and Loki's whole shtick) gives me life. There's NOTHING better than seeing omegas put alphas in their place.

Thx for answering if you do!

Please keep up the good work and stay safe! The world needs your words <3

Aw thank you! To be very honest, I'm amazed and maybe a little horrified at my word count too. Idk what happened between 2017 Kara who had never even heard of fanfiction, and 2022 Kara who can't write a short story to save her life lolol

Oh yeesh, I feel like I'm FAR from an expert on writing. I just need the pictures in my brain to chill out so I can get some In Real Life things done and the easiest way to make that happen is to write?? Learned later in life that the urgency attached to "must get pictures out of my brain" is due to the *neurodivergency* so that's fun.

Maybe.... one piece of advice? For writing? Let the stories do what they want to do.

And by that I mean, give yourself the flexibility to deviate from an outline or ideas or the initial tone of the fic if that's where you think the characters are leading you. Add in side characters maybe for plot reasons, maybe just for fun, maybe to further round out your mains. Let yourself answer the "what if" question and don't be afraid to delete things (or at least move them to a "later" folder) if it just isn't working. Trying to force characters and plotlines to do things they don't want to do is a sure fire way to run right the hell into writers block.

My favorite example of this in my own writing is my 2018 fic "Pirate's Heart." Pirate's Heart was supposed to be a fairly straightforward "innocent!Tony stows away on Pirate!Stucky's ship and ends up falling in love", I planned out between 15-20 chapters which would have been close to 40k words which was my average for long stories at the time, I was pretty sure I could crank it out in a month.

Pirate's Heart ended up at 51 chapters and over 250k words and I cannot express to you enough how I was literally just along for the ride with that story. I just kept asking myself "what if?" and the story just kept growing. First it was small things like "what if Steve was conflicted about loving Tony but Bucky was all for it?" which led to some really really beautiful Stucky moments. Then it was "what if Obadiah was involved in the slave trade" which spun off into a whole secondary plot that involved Tony running away from Stucky and meeting all sorts of side characters like Pirate Queen Diana and Valkyrie, meeting Wade Wilson to train himself with swords, a Stan Lee Cameo, Obadiah dying in pretty gruesome fashion and then Tony taking BACK to the seas to rejoin Stucky and restart the romantic arc. At one point I asked "ooh what if Thor was around!" and then there was a whole OTHER story line involving a paradise style island that served as the perfect location for love confessions, then weddings and honeymoons and Thor with braids down his back wearing a loin cloth...it was a whole excellent thing.

Pirate's Heart taught me to let stories do what they want and to always ask "what if" cos usually the answer is AMAZING.

Does this help? I feel like I give terrible advice. But this is what works for me. Basically unless a fic is a commission (and honestly, even then) I just sort of let it do what it wants and then we end up with these massively long sweeping epics of long stories and short stories that still hit 20k because hey, that's short for ME, I'm trying my best.

Thank you for the comment!

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trick or treat! 🎃

A littel treat from "Always Prepared"

The moment Nesryn meets Thurash and Lorkin after arriving at the city-state of Thorkglesh, which is chapter 2 or 3. She just got her head wrapped around the fact she is in a different world with dragons and magic.

It must have been shortly before noon when Nesryn finally woke up. With the familiar soreness of the last few days, she stretched and tried to loosen her muscles as best she could. She didn't know what day of the week it was or what Kinarrah's schedule was, so she could only hope that the lively girl was sitting in class, and she could wake up in peace. Yawning, she entered the living area and found a tray with breakfast, as well as a note with a message. It took only a moment to realize that it was in the local language, and she didn't understand a bit. Aside from the fact that the writing looked like the Cyrillic alphabet, the Latin alphabet, and Norse runes had had an unholy union and this was the bastard child that had resulted. Even though the writing looked strange, she probably had to learn it quickly if she didn't want to be exposed. Nevertheless, she was glad to have breakfast.

Nesryn was still sitting in the living area in her sleeping clothes when there was a knock at the main door. Expecting it to be Kinarrah, she went to open it. She immediately regretted it as a mountain of a man appeared in front of her. It got worse when her not-yet-fully-awake mind threw the mental image of Chris Hemsworth as Thor at her. Nesryn shook her head to get rid of the image, but it persisted, predominantly because the man in front of her could not only be Chris Hemsworth's stunt double, but also had his shoulder-length hair braided at the sides, as Viking movies were so fond of displaying. Only belatedly she noticed behind him was another man, who for that had more resemblance to a red-haired and well-trained Loki, although probably the mischievous grin was the main cause for this comparison. "Neshryn? I am Thurash, commander of the Mage Guard. Alashtaire sent me." His bass voice positively vibrated. She furrowed her brow. "Yes, I am Nesryn. So you're my guardian? A guardsman right away? Man, I must be important." Thurash smiled sheepishly. His fingers nervously brushed the hem of his sleeve. "Your safety is important. We know where you're coming from. Even if it seems a little strange. The one behind me is my second-in-command, Lorkin. He'll take turns with me keeping an eye on you."

He bit his lower lip briefly, but abruptly let it go, as if it had occurred to him that it was a bad habit. Lorkin raised his hand briefly in greeting with a broad grin. "Well, come on in. I've just finished breakfast. For starters, perhaps you could translate the message that was left for me, if you would be so kind?" "Of course, I suppose the student left it." Thurash picked up the note from the table without paying further attention to Nesryn. "Her name is Kinarrah. I'm afraid you'll meet her soon enough," Nesryn called from the bedroom. "But not today. The message says she won't be back until dinner." "Thank you!" It took her a while to get back to the living area. She was wearing the loose pants she had come to appreciate during the trip and her T-shirt. Thurash's confused face told her that something about her shirt was unfamiliar to him. Lorkin's giggle didn't make it any better.

"Are you all right?" "Yes, but didn't you forget something?" inquired Lorkin again with that mischievous grin. She looked down at herself. "No, why?" "Do clothes always fit so tight in your world?" Slowly, things began to dawn on her. "Oh, um, more or less. It's already relatively loose." Nesryn tugged at the shirt a little. The fact that they were uncomfortable seeing her like this made her feel uneasy. "When we leave the compound, you should wear something else, so you don't stand out," Thurash explained with a knowing look at Lorkin. She nodded thoughtfully and joined him on the large, comfortable sofa. She had to hand it to the people in this world, they were exceptionally good at building comfortable sofas.

#writblr #writing #pheita talks #writblr trick or treat #always prepared

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snowflakesnsundry · 1 year

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There’s a certain level of connection and emotional investment required to write any character well. Loki, in my opinion, is not a character that is easily written. He is complex, guarded, and often contradicts himself. Even so, you have captured his essence with this story. You explore his nuances and show glimpses of his hidden qualities in a way that is characteristic of Loki (for better or worse). You understand who Loki is. ❤️

Now for some specific favorites:

I love that you nodded to the snake story (it’s one of my favorite parts of Ragnarok!)

It’s easy to understand when and why Loki is masking around others.

The protagonists personality is a great blend of her parents. She clearly takes after her father, but I think she has much more of her mother in her than she realizes. It will be interesting to see if she acknowledges and develops that side of herself (considering everything that’s happened and what lies ahead)

Baldur! Frustrating, infuriating, smug, vicious, strategic… I could go on. Very well done😅

I’m anxious to see when/how the prejudice towards Jotunheim and the frost giants effects future events. It feels like she’s had so many clues but hasn’t put 2&2 together. Then again each clue has been spaced far enough apart that it’s easy to see why the connection hasn’t been made yet.

I’ve got a pretty big conspiracy theory about their conversation re: seiðr but I’m probably reaching so I’ll spare you the chaos of my mind labyrinth 🤣

Sorry, this turned out to be much longer than I intended!

Anyway, I hope you’re feeling better. I just wanted to let you know what I appreciate about your work (specifically).

I… Anon, I cannot say thank you enough. Writing has been my joy my whole life, and before I started this fic I had been stuck in a stage of my life where I had lost faith in my ability to do so. The fact that you have cared enough about what I have written to convey this level of detail and insight into the story strikes me to my absolute core- and again, I cannot thank you enough. At the risk of over sharing- the reason I adore writing Loki is because I relate to him perhaps a little too well. I grew up the child of a very visible public figure, and felt as if I never quite lived up to expectations. I had one parent who was gentler with me, and we shared a love of writing through which we connected. With my other parent, their anxieties and fears for my future often left us at odds, and I felt as if they strongly preferred my siblings. I always fell short of what they wanted me to be, and so I largely drew inward. In highschool, the former parent passed away, and it broke a part of me. I reacted by engaging in increasingly self destructive behaviors, and withdrew from everyone else. Eventually, I was fortunate enough to meet someone (a tutor) who helped me advocate for myself and ask to go to therapy; they helped me not just internalize everything anymore. I learned what parts of me were different, and why I often felt I fell short- and fortunately have been able to get a lot of help with it Unlike loki, over time I grew much closer to my family, and have been able to fully settle into my own (mostly)- and its something I hope his character finds as well. Watching the TV series was something that made me feel like, maybe, there was a realistic chance for me to find some sort of healthy relationship with someone someday- despite all the imperfect parts of me. Because someday, I will find someone who understands those things too. Anyway, for those reasons- and others- your comment and your kindness made me cry. That was something i seriously needed <3 If you see this, I beg you- send me your conspiracy theory. I too live in a constant mind labyrinth, and I would love to see yours. Also, new chapter is now up :P Again- Thank you. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33865711/chapters/109025235

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mojowitchcraft · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag @loki-is-my-kink-awakening the pressure is on 🤪

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

These are all Steddie because I’m a menace to society and I’ve never written for another fandom

Modern College Coffee Shop AU

(set at Christmas cause apparently I’m cramming as many tropes as possible into this one)

“It’s fine Rob, I’m sure he doesn’t even remember the conversation we had”

“Well I sure do, you only told me about it like a hundred times… “Oh Robin, did you hear him? Did you hear him call me ‘Big Boy’, oh my god Robin do you think he was hitting on me?” Honestly dingus you were voted biggest flirt in high school you think you’d be able to take it as much as you dish it out”

“Shut up, I’m not that bad!”

“Yes you are—I swear—you realize that you can like boys too and it’s like I’m back in seventh grade listening to a little school girl talk about her crush.”

1999 Holiday Meet Cute AU

(Based on a tweet about a stranger helping with a Christmas Tree)

“Woah there! Need a hand?”

Eddie pushes a branch out of his face and turns to find an impossibly handsome and shirtless guy holding up his arm as if to grab the tree and assist Eddie’s pathetic attempt at moving it.

“Shit sorry man, did I get you?” Eddie asks breathlessly, trying in vain not to look at the thatch of alarmingly sexy hair on the guy’s chest.

Chest hair laughs, pushing his hair out of his face, “no, you’re good, I’ve got quick reflexes. So where are we taking this thing?”

This guy clearly isn’t from a big city if he’s so willing to stop whatever the fuck he’s doing wandering around shirtless in December to help a damsel in distress.

And they say chivalry is dead.

Strawberries & Cigarettes - Ch 12

(Long overdue chapter to my WIP, the first fic I started writing that I kinda lost steam on but I’m determined to finish)

Wayne wanders into the kitchen, grumbling about needing coffee, until he sees Claudia and runs his hands over his hair to flatten it.

“Oh, uh, hello, I didn’t realize we had company. I’m Eddie’s Uncle Wayne,” he says, holding his hand out for Claudia to shake.

“This is Claudia, Dustin’s mom, you remember Dustin,” Steve says, ruffling Dustin’s hair and grinning when his young friend squawks in protest.

“Hello there, would you like some lemon loaf to go with your coffee? I baked it fresh this morning,” Claudia says with a bright smile directed at Wayne.

Wayne honest to god blushes and Steve shares a look with Eddie as if to say “well isn’t that the cutest fucking thing ever?” that leads them to corralling Dustin into the living room to give the grown ups some space to chat.

Who doesn’t love a little side Claudia x Wayne? 😉

Steve tries something new…

(Based on the first time I did MDMA, still trying to figure out where I’m going to fit this funny little moment in or if I’m going to make it it’s own thing entirely)

Eddie gets up, helping Steve to his feet and leading him to the kitchen, he props Steve against the counter and grabs a glass, filling it with water from the tap as Steve pets his own t-shirt and mumbles about how soft it is.

“Here sweetheart, drink this” Eddie says, handing Steve the glass of water.

Steve takes a sip and tsks “ahhh why’d they make water so good? Sweetheart, why is water so good? Love when you call me sweetheart, cause you’re the sweetest sweetheart.”

Eddie holds back a laugh, “yeah okay Stevie, drink up”

Okay that’s all I’ve got in my WIPs! Wish me luck the Christmas ones are due next week 😅

I don’t feel like I’m on here enough to tag anyone specifically so if you see this and want to participate go nuts! It’s so fun to see what other fandoms people write for as well, sorry that I’m lame and only have one… maybe that’ll change one day.

You can find all my posted stuff here:

#post your WIPs #five WIPs #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fics #Steddie fic sneak peak #mojowitchcraft wips

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bonusholegent · 2 years

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Want to participate in the ask game? Click here for the list of questions!

@indri-on-ao3 asked:

10, 11, 12, 25?

10) Do you work on multiple WIPs or stick to one at a time?

I have multiple projects going on at once. I try to have it so only one or two multichapters are being published at any given time, but behind the scenes I have many more. Some are being written for fan events that happen at certain times. Others need research or additional planning. Sometimes I'll get stuck on one and go do something else.

11) Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I tend to write scenes in chronological order or presentation order (beginning to end). I think the last time I jumped around a lot was for I'm Bad News (I Saved it All for You), where I wrote chapter three, then chapter one, and finally chapter two. Chapter three was the most fun to write, but I knew it needed the other scenes in order for it to have the impact that I wanted. (Incidentally, that weird writing order is why the fic has three chapters.)

12) Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

It depends! If it's a short fic, I won't write an outline. If it's a longer fic, I'll usually at least do a bullet point outline to keep myself on track. My outlines become more specific when there are more details to track. I tend to treat it as a checklist.

I have strayed from outlines quite heavily in the past, usually to get rid of flow problems. In What Must Yet Be Accomplished in Me, I changed the order of events. Loki was supposed to receive the staff after his meeting with Dr. Selvig, but in the final, he gets it before the meeting. The last few chapters of A Kingdom from Nothing barely resemble the original outline.

I would like to find a better outlining system because I would like to write something in the style of Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel, but the interweaving narratives feel like too much for me to handle right now.

25) What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

Research and writing are tied. With fanfiction, I've found myself having to research tons of things that I would never have thought to look up if I was writing an original story. This is everything from locating recipes people might have used in a certain time to finding cultural touchstones from cultures I don't know. Writing is the process of actually putting the words in the right order, and that pulls everything else together.

#ask game

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you write loki so well i am not completely convinced you AREN'T mr. hiddleston himself

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE | the cartharsis of venus

summary: petal-mouthed promises and mingling breath. whispers in the dark. there’s something romantic about the never ending void, isn’t there?

pairing: loki / f!reader, referenced & implied sylvie / f!reader

a/n: this anon made me laugh. so, have some watch mojo presents top 10 loki/doc moments. this chapter’s gif is from @marvelheroes’s lovely set here.

[ MASTERPOST ]

It's been years since he's seen your face.

...How many now? Thirty, maybe? But, then again, time moves different on others worlds and he's spent far too much drowning in his own to admit he has lost count the ever-growing gap between your souls.

In truth — in horrible, gut-wrenching truth — he'd forgotten what your voice sounded like. It was something he had never thought possible. Surely, he would remember warm whispers of honey-sweet I love you's for all time? Surely, the sound of your laugh, as melodically whimsical as wedding-day church bells, would never escape his memory?

Your eyes, too. As he looks at you, he realizes those eyes are not the ones he loved. Different, but still you.

You.

His wife.

His beautiful, cunning, witty, wonderful wife. His bug, his love.

It's you.

He feels as if he's been gutted where he stands.

Loki, as he ushers you through the portal, can see this on his older counterpart's face. His own heart aches in a sympathetic sense — especially knowing now the isolation the man had wrought upon himself.

He didn't have the heart to ask about you then. He supposes now, gauging the older man's reaction, he will not have to.

The man watches you as you chirp at the teenagers on your heels, insisting they follow and keep up, but the urgency dies when you raise your head and meet his eyes.

You see the pain. And then, a glimmer of love.

It blooms as he takes a tentative step forward.

The portal behind you all closes with a swallowed gulp of green smoke; it spills out by your feet, and in the grass of the cold expanse of land, you stand.

"You're even more beautiful than I remember."

Your eyes soften.

When the man reaches out, you let him touch your face — and you frown at the heartbroken look he spares you. It only lasts a moment; and then, he's pulling back and away as if he's touched a flame.

...What color were her eyes, again?

Your Loki lingers over your shoulder.

As the older man turns and begins to lead the way, you turn to spare Loki a mournful look. Your eyes hold the weight of a thousand words — some curious, but mostly somber acceptance that this love-story of yours is a tragedy to some.

Loki touches your shoulder gently; his thumb follows the curve of your arm. His voice is quiet. "Come on."

You gesture for the two teenagers to follow — and catch a completely different sort of look between the two.

Loki catches the half-smirk you throw his way, and his eyes dart back to the two with feather-light amusement. He says nothing, only buries a smile deep as he tucks his chin and coughs. You nudge him with your shoulder as you walk. He nudges back.

"That was some show," you finally say, speaking over the bluster of cold wind that nips at your skin, "Seems like Loki's aren't in short supply."

It's the older one at the head of the pack that speaks. "Yes, well — that's what we do."

"Survive?" you ask, tilting your head.

"Lie. And cheat," he snaps as he moves along, "We cut the throat of every person we trust, and for what? Power? Glorious purpose? We simply cannot change."

"And every-time we do try to change, the TVA comes along," remarks the boy in the back angrily, finally letting down the alligator in his arms, "And sends us here to die!"

"We're broken. All of us. Forever."

"It's why we need to get out of here," Loki stresses, "To take down the TVA."

You blink. Concern washes over your features at the age old line — but Loki does not see it. Instead, he's intent on stopping the roving caravan in its tracks. You cross your arms.

"Nothing can change until the TVA is stopped."

"And you think you can do it?" asks the older Loki, turning to look at you both, "You trust this other version of us?"

"She's the only one I do trust," Loki insists, albeit gently, "Sylvie has been wronged by the TVA just like us. They orphaned her, they stole her Doctor. And even if I did not trust her, I trust her rage."

"That's the play, then?" you ask, leaning on your heels as you cock a hip; you're looking to him for guidance — for an honest line of communication, "To destroy the TVA?"

Loki's eyes turn to you as he inhales; his brows tighten in concern.

"I know—"

"You know," you speak over him, waving a hand as he closes his eyes, "You know why I'm hesitant—"

The eyes of the teenagers bounce between you.

"I don't... I don't want any of this. I want," he waves his hands, "I want the people in the TVA to know the truth."

"And what happens when there's a vacancy for King of Time?"

Loki's mouth snaps shut.

Your heart wanes. There’s a weighty moment that sits between the two of you, then. And as Loki swallows the catch in his throat and comes to realize he holds your judgement of his character in the highest esteem, he can only try to rationalize the lengths he’ll go — if not for you, then for himself.

For that scared little boy Mobius had so aptly called to action.

Quietly, you whisper.

"Please don't go where I can't follow."

And you push on. You have to — or else the hope that perhaps he has changed will strangle you in its roots. The seed is planted. You are keen to nurture it, but afraid of the trueness of its yield.

Loki, though, is ensnared in your orbit and suddenly desperate to prove the seduction of power no longer has a hold on his heart. It’s you, now, who plucks his heartstrings to moonlit sonatas — it’s you who has made a home of this once dark, icy place. Once, the walls of his heart were sick with something he believed to be infallible. It was glorious purpose.

He idea of betraying that, of betraying you? And then, losing you?

He sees what that would do to him. He sees it in the older version staring him down. If he lets himself feel it, for more than a moment, it stings. He pulls away from the thought like it burns.

“We,” he stresses as he steps forward to match your stride in a terribly boyish attempt at proving his point; but it works, and he notices the way you look at him as he speaks, “Won’t be going anywhere if we don’t find a way to kill Alioth.”

Your brows snap tight in confusion.

You don’t need to say a word — the young teen behind you, all lanky limbs and cherub-faced, beats you to it.

“Hold on,” she says, “Kill the big, cloud monster?”

“Precisely,” Loki breaths, placing his hands on his hips. He looks almost proud.

You pause beside his older counterpart and spare the man a questioning look. He seems to share your apprehension, and so does the younger version of Loki peeking over the God’s shoulder, shaking his head discreetly.

“Is that even possible?” you ask, squinting and finding your hands on your hips as well, “I mean, it’s a trans-temporal entity. It’s got no physical being.”

Loki blinks. He then look at his older self. “I thought you called it a shark.”

“Metaphorically.”

You blink at the older man.

Then, you turn to share a mistified (and frankly very doubtful) look with your teenage self.

“Right...”

Loki pinches the bridge of his nose. “Listen, we won’t know if we don’t try—”

“Or we die.”

You point at your teenage self, nodding along at her point. “Yea, or we die.”

“Or,” Loki sighs as he rolls his jaw and looks up to the sky, “Yes, fine, or we die — but, honestly at this point I think the benefits outweight the risks.”

You let out a long sigh.

“Approaching Alioth is a death sentence,” says the older man by your side, “We’ll get you three to it, but that’s as far as we’ll go.”

“Oh, I’m not with them—” pipes up the teenager, straggling over to your side as she offers the man a compliant little smile, “I have curfew, actually. So, y’know.”

You frown. “You sure about that?”

She shrugs. “Yea. I mean — if you destory the TVA, then you can come visit. Or maybe I come visit you. We’ll do a sleepover. Sorta like 13 Going on 30, but we’re two people.”

You laugh out loud, and each Loki smiles at it.

"Alright,” you say as you throw your arm over her shoulder, “So where to, gentlemen?”

The alligator at your feet hisses. You jump.

“He says it’s getting late,” translates the younger Loki, “And that we should move, find shelter, and hunker down for the night. And soon. I’d rather spare you ladies from the darker dangers that lurk about when it gets quiet out here.”

And so that’s what you do.

Time is awfully strange in this place — and while maybe the storm clouds overhead hide the sun or the moon from sight, you’re not even entirely sure either are even there. As you trek along, through wreckage and ruin, you find yourself always turning your eyes up to the sky.

The younger Loki seems to have fashioned some sort of anamoly alert system that tracks entry of objects in this realm — and each push and pull of the fabric of time rebounds onto the screen with a general direction of sorts.

Your teenage self seems pretty enarmored with the idea. And the boy behind it.

You find yourself watching the two of them; and the gentle smile that fleets onto your face is not lost on your own half.

As you wade through the tall grass, you pick apart a blade you’ve snagged, and pretend you’re no eavesdropping on their puppy-love laden chatter. You drop your head, hide your smile, and laugh quietly at the younger Loki’s attempts to lightheartedly rib your younger self over something stupid. She battles back with a toothy-smile and a laugh as bright as sunshine.

If he’s honest with himself, Loki finds it rather adorable.

His heart is soft at the sight of these two young souls, and as he ambles up beside you, he remembers the feeling of tumbling headfirst into something like a first crush. It’s lovely, really, and seeing it play out infront of him just reminds him of the woman just within reach.

He’s been in love before. Ever fleeting, always a fast burn.

But this? With you? It’s different.

The God shares a knowing look with you as the two teenagers giggle over something said — and behind you, a capybara and alligator trot along. An odd couple. But, you suppose so are you and Loki. A God and a scientist. It’s... endearing.

Your worlds slow down, if only for a moment. Somewhere, the love drone of a lovesong plays — and you beat it back with a bashful bat of lashes. Loki seems spurred by the sudden shyness that bleeds onto your face, and he chases it.

Ever the suitor, the prince offers up his own blade of grass; and when you meet his eyes with confusion, he urges you with a silent nudge of his chin. So, you take it. And, then, in your palm, the grass springs to life.

This magic is small, infantile, useless — but, by Odin’s beard, he’d do it his whole life if it meant seeing the smile on your face forevermore.

The blade swirls around in your palm, dancing and tumbling in ribbon-like motions. Then, the long blade begins to twist and knot and run around itself, and before you realize it, there’s a flower there in your hand. A blade of grass, contorted in a little daisy.

You smile up at him, and Loki soaks it up; he tries to remember the sight.

You nudge him with your shoulder as you walk, and you tenderling tuck that flower into the breast pocket of your blouse. Safe.

Loki nudges you back, smiling to himself.

Feeling as if... as if that gesture means something more.

And it does.

However, Loki and his reptile-self were very correct about it getting dark fast as you soon learn — and as the meager team of adventurers plod on, it eventually grows dark enough that you can hardly see a few feet infront of you.

It’s each Loki that remedies this problem.

Magic, once more, is gleaned from flicks of the wrist and emerald glows. This time, the lamps and lights procured emit a lighter blue light. You stay close to Loki’s side, tucked neatly against his chest as you both walk.

“I do believe this may be the best we find,” announces the oldest Loki when finally a small little home comes into view, “And let us hope no one else has had the same idea as us.”

As you, your younger self, the youngest Loki, and your mammalian and reptilian friends wait outside, the two older Loki’s move to check the building — only after your Loki hands you his lamp and procures his daggers.

“Stay here.”

It’s protective. An utterance of worry. You slide him a smile that oozes with recognition of the nature of the gesture — and you watch as the two check the one story home.

It’s sitting alone with little else around it but a dying garden and a single tire-swing hanging from a large, creaking tree. The wind cuts through you and as you shiver, the dead oak lets out a mournful cry. You pull your arms around you tigher, holding up the lamp. The younger two huddle closer.

“Come on,” comes the voice of the older man, “It’s clear.”

You bend to scoop up the capybara and climb the steps into the home.

It’s been gutted. By Alioth or by the habitants of this place beyond time, you’re not entirely sure. Little remains but peeling wallpaper and broken windows and faded places where photos once hung. This home was once lived in and loved in. Now, it’s but a ruin. A has-been, a now-haunt.

It makes you sad.

You gently place the capybara down, mirroring the young Loki with his friendly little gator, and squeeze your teenage self’s shoulder as she nervously meanders in. Loki has set a lamp on the ground in the center of the empty room — and the shadows dance on the walls.

“This is... terrifying.”

“It’s not exactly 89 Emerald Street,” you say as you sweep off some dust from the single table by the far wall, “But it’s only for the night. Settle in and get some rest.”

Loki is behind you. His hands are gentle on your shoulders. You turn and look up at him in the light.

“You should rest as well,” he says so quiet, you're sure you're the only one who hears it's softness. His words urge you on with warmth.

You, however, don't like the idea of sleep. Not with so much swirling in your heart. “What will you do?”

“I’ll take watch,” he breathes, nodding to the older Loki, “I’d rather not be taken by suprise by another band of Lokis, honestly. Not at this time of night.”

You reach and lay your hand over his own. “I’ll join you.”

Loki frowns. “You’re exhausted.”

“I have a lot on my mind,” you whisper gently, “I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I tried.”

Over your shoulder, the rest of them have already begun to settle in. Loki holds your stare for a moment, and then gives in. With a sigh, he drops his hands from his hips and nods.

For now, he opts on settling against the far wall. He can see everyone and the window and the door. Anyone traveling in this dark of night will need a light. He'll see them coming.

You settle down next to him. Your hips touch, and your knees knock. He’s warm, and you’re warm, and neither of you complain about the proximity.

The older Loki, in a chair in the center of the room, he pushed his legs out and crosses them at the ankles.

Then, with his eyes closed, he says one word:

“Brown.”

You and Loki blink up at him.

“Her eyes,” he continues, looking up at the cieling. Through the floors there’s a hole. Beyond that, there’s a hole in the roof. In any other place, the stars would wink down. But here, it’s only black. He clears his throat, and closes his eyes once more, “They were brown.”

Loki’s gaze falls.

Yours remains on the older Loki.

“...What was she like?” you ask quietly.

The two teenagers watch on from their reclined positions.

“She was the most breathtaking soul in the entire galaxy,” comes the slow, patient breath as if he’s been waiting to be asked this question for years now; and then, the near smile, and the shake of a head, “She was incompariable. She was as if the stars had handed her their beauty... She loved the stars. We would sit and watch them for hours on Sakaar. But, I could hardly ever take my eyes off of her.”

His voice wavers. It cracks. Your eyes are heavy with sadness.

“I loved her with fiber of my miserable being,” he continues, arms crossed, eyes closed, “And I curse Thanos every with every beat of my heart. Watching her die... half of my soul died that day, too.”

You reach, almost instinctively, for Loki’s hand. You find he was doing the same. Your Loki watches you with a blip of surprise, and runs his thumb across your knuckles. You can’t look away from the man’s grief.

Because you've seen it before.

In that older you, plucking apart a gauntlet in the dark of night, hellbent on finding the other half of her soul once more.

“Without her — I knew,” he finally opens his eyes, “I knew I was nothing without her. She made me better. She gave me purpose. Glorious or otherwise, it mattered not. It was... It was us. And... And so I went on. Alone. I hadn’t realized I’d forgotten the color of her eyes.”

“Brown,” you mutter quietly, squeezing Loki’s hand.

“Brown,” he confirms from across the room, his eyes wet with unfallen tears.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, my love,” he mutters, tucking himself into his cape, “I am just grateful I was able to see your face once more.”

And then, a somber quiet melts between the moments. Soon, it’s slipped into a tired quiet, and as you sit there and think, the merry band of mirrored images has fallen into their own forms of sleep. It’s not a restful one, but it will do the trick for now. The light in the center of the room dims with a gentle pull of Loki’s hand through the air.

The shadows make your face look sad.

“Are you alright?” Loki asks quietly after a while, hand still in yours.

You heavy a long, tired sigh. Your voice is a whisper. "I think so. Are you?"

Loki looks down, rolls his jaw, and nods. "I think so."

You inhale. And you nod. You take your hand and his into your lap. “Promise?”

"Well," Loki leans his head back against the wall; his voice is low as to not disturb the others, "Losing you certainly put some things in perspective. But... I found you. And you're here. And that's all that truly matters, isn't it?"

You hum. You lean your own head back, head turned to watch him. "I guess so."

"What about you?" he asks, turning to look at you, "Do you promise you're alright?"

Your eyes flick from his. You sit up. Then, you tilt your head.

"I've just been thinking."

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks, tilting his head in idle curiousity as you turn his hand over and trace the lines of his palm. The gesture stokes a fire in his gut. He can't remember the last time someone touched him so gently.

So tenderly.

You wet your lips. “I suppose I’m thinking about how... I don’t know. It’s like everytime I feel like I’ve finally got my footing in this mess... I get it pulled out from under me. I’m just... scrambling. Trying to... Trying to be okay.”

Loki nods slowly. His eyes flick across your face as he thinks.

You continue. “And — and I think I’m scared.”

His expression is soft. He urges you on with a gentle inquiry. “Of?”

“What happens when we pull back the curtain?” you ask quietly, turning your eyes up to him, “What happens when we find the devil in the details?”

“We kill him,” he answers easily.

“And then?”

“And then...” Loki’s mouth falls closed, realizing... well, he hadn’t really considered beyond that, “I don’t know. I... I don’t.”

“That’s what I’m afriad of,” you stress with the hairline crack in your composure growing, “I mean — what will we even do when it’s all said and done?”

Loki is quiet. He finds he doesn’t like the way this conversation feels. It looms over him — the sort of thing he hasn’t wanted to consider all this time. Will you stay by his side? Will the path this drags you both down allow this love?

Suddenly:

“Mobius showed me how I die.”

Loki’s heart, then, feels as if it’s been twisted straight from his chest. His fingers twitch — and he inhales sharply as he pulls his hand away. No, no he doesn’t like this conversation. His own death he can surmise and handle. But, not you. Not his you.

The light in the room flickers out.

It hides his face; and he’s half thankful for it.

“Why would he show you that?” it’s full of hurt.

You’re quiet for a while longer; and when you finally speak, your voice is rough. Quiet. A broken, little whisper in the dark. It bleeds it’s own dark light.

“I saw what happens when I lose you.”

Loki’s eyes slide shut. His nostrils flare. There’s bitterness on his tongue.

“He did it prove something, I think,” your voice shakes, “That... That it’s in our nature to do whatever we can to find one another, to be with one another.”

Loki’s heart hurts. It hammers angrily; is it anger? A sudden flare of anxiety runs through his limbs and his fingertips tingle. The God can’t help but knots his hands together and worry his palms.

“That’s cruel.”

“Is it?”

“Horribly,” Loki mutters pointedly, “I had the luxury of knowing I’d have you until my end—”

You reach in the dark, once more, and find his hands.

You’re words are slow. Purposeful. Honest.

“I’m beginning to understand it,” you whisper; horribly shy and wonderfully terrified, “How it all falls into place.”

Loki’s mouth snaps shut.

In the dark, he can hardly see your face.

But, he can make out the lines of a smile; he can see the bloom of affection, all for him — beautiful and warm and genuine. It makes him feel like a child again, unexperienced in the ways of true emotional honesty.

“Back at the TVA,” you whisper, leaning against him, “What were you going to tell me?”

The God inhales. He settles back against the wall. This time, it’s he who pulls your hands neatly into his lap. He fiddles with your palm. The touch is doting. Gentle. His fingertip traces the line of your ring finger.

“You told me,” he says slowly, “That we deserve to be happy.”

“We do,” you say, chin falling to his shoulder, “I meant it.”

“I was going to tell you,” Loki mutters shyly, “That you do make me happy.”

Your world stops.

Not in a screeching, horrible way. No. But, it is as if somewhere the crescendo of the sweetest love song you’ve ever heard has begun; that the strings have begun to waltz with the lovely hum of harps. Here, your heart is dipped in honey-sweet promise. You find the words coming from Loki’s lips pluck your heartstrings with terrifying capability. He could kill you with the way he speaks. It’s gentle. Quiet.

Honest.

“You make me feel... as if I am enough,” he continues as he thinks out every honest syllable, brows pulled tight, “You are far too kind to me.”

"That’s not true,” you say, pressing your nose to his arm as you shake your head, “I’ve been... mean. And I’ve judged you. I’ve — I’ve said things I didn’t mean.”

“My head wasn’t mine,” he says gently, rubbing your knuckles, “It was my father’s critiscm’s. My failure’s. My head belonged to all the things I believed I had to be. But, I’m beginning to understand that... That those things are nothing. Unattainable. And... A-And I don’t want to bring pain and suffering. I want to — I want to feel love. Friendship. Joy. All these things I’d considered so... useless to the very thing I had to possess.”

“Power is a seductive thing,” you mumble, “Its beauty blinds us.”

Loki's stare is strong. He speaks fast. “It holds nothing in comparison to you.”

Your heart stutters once more.

He says it with such conviction — and you swallow down a sudden burn of pure attraction; the sort you’ve been fending off since Lamentis-1. Since he began to grow softer, since he began to be more than just the Loki you knew.

You lift your eyes and your head and find he’s staring.

In the dark, your proximity feels closer. Like it’s only the two of you, breaths apart, talking — the sort of talking that feels like the sort lovers do.

You’d like to kiss him like lover’s do, you realize.

Yes, yes, you would.

"Do you mean that?” you breath as your eyes roam his face.

And then, in the dark, he whispers back.

“With all my heart.”

And though, maybe this isn’t how those beyond the Void wrote your story the first time, it’s just as perfect — it’s just as gentle, and honest, and true. In the dark of the Void, both of your souls have tangled in the inevtiable way.

You kiss him.

It’s awkward and graceless. It’s craned necks and sighs of surprise and tangled fingers — and in the dark, it bleeds gentle and honest and true, just as this love story of yours does.

This place is not sacred, but this? This kiss is. And when finally the God gives way, turning himself to anchor his hands to your face? When he cradles your jaw, when you find yourself halfway in his lap? When he pulls apart, takes a breath, and kisses you once more with all the feeling in the universe?

It’s sacred. Holy. Reverent. Everything you’ve ever wished for — and when he says your name so sweet, so gentle in the space between mingling mouths? You almost break apart; you find your fingers winding into the fabric of his shirt, right over his heart. You anchor yourself.

He presses on; because this moment is one he’s never known to be possible — he’s never known this color of young love; he’s only known the darker parts, the lonelier parts, the lies and the pretending. He’s known urges and falisies and jealousy. This is none of those. This is beautiful.

It’s you.

It’s from the Void, with love.

Your nose bumps his, and finally you pull away to steal a breath; your forehead rests against his — and you bite back a girlish laugh.

Loki can’t help but do the same. It’s quiet, smothered into your cheek as he dots a tender kiss there as well.

“Silvertongue,” you accuse with affection.

His thumb runs along your bottom lip.

“If this is what I gain from sweet, little honest truths?” Loki mutters, “I fear my reputation may be up for scrunity.”

You laugh. It’s ducked into his shoulder.

He promises himself, then, that he will do everything it takes to never forget the color of your eyes.

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