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five-miles-over · 10 months

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For All Time, It Was Always You

Chapter 3 - Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

A/N: It's a series now! Thank you all for your positive comments, your likes, and reblogs. Click here for Chapter 2: Mrs. Laufeyson

(Pairing: Loki x Wife!Reader)

Summary: The best way to a man's - or a god's - heart is through his stomach.

Warnings: Fluff, silliness, an infomercial that's not meant to offend anyone.

You turned the knob of the television in the living room, letting a soap opera play in the background while you washed the dishes - including those from Loki's breakfast - and preheated the oven. Then, following the cookbook's instructions, you prepared the batter for an angel food cake, a dessert you were hoping to dress with whipped cream and strawberries for your - yes, you were really saying it - husband. If there were two jars of strawberry jam, maybe it meant that Loki really liked strawberries. Or there was some kind of two-for-one deal at the store.

While the cake baked in the oven, you took a shower after tinkering with the hot and cold faucets. With a towel wrapped around yourself when you were done, you shuffled your feet into the master bedroom. You opened one of the large wardrobes opposite from the window, finding an entire rack of crisp white shirts and brown dress pants - probably Loki's uniform for work - along with tuxedos and pajamas. You didn't think about opening the drawers beneath the racks of clothing, assuming they would be filled with your husband's underwear and socks.

Speaking of underwear…where was the laundry room? You made a mental note to find it at some point, so you could use the washing machine. Also, did Loki wear boxers or briefs? Biting your lip, you brought yourself to imagine which of the two it could be, thinking of the way you checked out his ass that morning while making breakfast. How nicely the fabric hugged the curve of his rear. It definitely had to be boxers, surely briefs would've left some kind of outline. Or…what if he wasn't wearing any underneath those pants? You bit the inside of your cheek and crossed your arms, still damp from your shower.

The smell of vanilla wafting into the bedroom silently reminded you that the cake was done, like an invisible tap on the shoulder. You snapped out of your reverie, looked through the other wardrobe and found a flattering midi-dress to wear over a lacy bra and a girdle. Now dressed, you took the golden-brown, light to the touch, warm cake out of the oven and let it cool. Meanwhile, the soap opera on the living room television was now replaced by a vague infomercial for a fancy kitchen gadget made by Stark Industries. You didn't know what it really did, or how much it cost, but it was apparently 'life-changing', 'ground-breaking', and only made by Stark Industries.

It didn't take long for you to find a few other gadgets laying around the house. Inside a closet within the hallway was a vacuum cleaner, which you used to clean the living room and the other carpets in the house. Not that there was anything much to clean, considering the house seemed spotless to begin with. While you moved the vacuum around the welcome mat, you looked over your shoulder at a new infomercial.

"Are you tired of playing the dating game over and over again? Exasperated by the lack of paramours unwilling to cuddle with you? Does the loneliness of the night bring you sadness? Tired of all the nights alone with you and your fingertips? Do you wish for an attractive sweetheart you can flaunt to your friends and family, and to all the nosy strangers who ask why you're still single? Introducing the newest product from Cambridge Technologies, TOM H."

The spokesperson gestured to a six-foot tall male with perfectly combed dark-blonde hair with a slight curl, wearing a navy blue blazer and a matching set of trousers with a light blue dress shirt underneath. "Look at him," the spokesperson beamed. "His cheekbones are so sharp, I could grate cheese on them!"

The male smirked. "I love cheese, 'specially when paired with wine. And the company of a lovely lady."

Wait…this man looked familiar. Where had you seen him before? Squinting, you turned off the vacuum and began to fluff the pillows on the couch, keeping your eyes on the screen.With a fake laugh, the spokesperson turned to face the camera.

"Short for Technologically-Optimized Male Humanoid, TOM H. is equipped with the ability to speak seven different languages, including French, Spanish, and even Latin. He can open doors for your, pull your chair out, hold an umbrella for you when it rains, and even apologize for calling you beautiful! That's right, ladies, he's got every single piece of etiquette mastered at the back of his hand. No more worrying about guys who laugh at misogynistic jokes, or guys who treat you like a piece of meat. Our new android will make sure you spend everyday feeling like a princess!"

You continued to reluctantly clean the living room while the spokesperson continued to brag about the abilities of this supposedly life-like android. How many other people were watching this advertisement right now? And were any of them actually considering buying this android? Moreover, how would one actually take care of an android? Did it require charging like any other electronic device? Did it pretend to sleep at night?

On-screen, the spokesperson showed the android relaxing in bed, wearing nothing but boxers, and droned on and on about the android's ability to give warm cuddles and recite poetry at the drop of a hat. Then the scene changed to the android standing in the kitchen, wearing a black apron over a three-piece suit and preparing some kind of pasta dish. The android gave a cheeky smile to the camera, as if it was perfectly aware that somewhere, some touch-starved single person would be watching and immediately reach for their checkbook.

"Call the number on-screen," the spokesperson announced, "and for just four separate payments of $599.99, TOM H. can be all yours. And for a bonus payment of $49.99, we'll throw in a blue jumper!

Please note that all clothes are sold separately, including the boxers. Cambridge Technologies is not responsible for the android crying. The android may experience urges to play with puppies and babies, do kind deeds for strangers, or dance in public. For optimal performance, we ask that you refrain from raising your voice in the presence of the android, and to feed the android tea every six hours."

"Oh my god." You gulped, standing still for a moment. The commercial finally ended with an image of the android giving the spokesperson a shoulder massage, and smiling at the camera. You switched the channel, and put away the vacuum, shuddering at what you'd just seen.

The next thing to worry about was the spaghetti bolognese, another recipe from the cookbook you chose for tonight Luckily there was a pack of ground mince in the fridge, otherwise you would've had to either rush to the supermarket - wherever that was - or pick something else to make for Loki's dinner. With the cookbook propped open on the kitchen countertop, you flipped to the recipe and did your best to follow every instruction. Chop the carrots, the celery, the onion, and the bacon, it said…Then, heat the pot with a generous amount of butter, add bacon…Put the rest of the vegetables in the pan, along with the mince. While that cooked in the pan, you opened a can of tomatoes from the pantry, poured it into the pan, causing it to sizzle loud enough to overpower the television for a moment. The final ingredients to add were dried herbs, a splash of red wine, and for some reason…milk.

After moving the cake to the center of the table, you stirred the pot with the Bolognese mixture until the alcohol from the wine boiled off. The final step, according to the cookbook, was to place the entire pot in the oven at one-hundred eighty degrees Celsius for…well, enough time to stew everything.

You closed the oven door with a sigh, wiping a trace of sweat on your forehead before taking a box of spaghetti out of one of the cupboards. Yes it was true that you'd only known Loki for a few hours, not even a whole day. And yet, you found yourself wishing and hoping that he would be pleased when he walked into the door. That when he opened the door, the smell of dinner would entice him to the table, and the sight of you would entice him into your arms. Maybe it was because of the way he looked at you this morning, with affection in his eyes as if you were the most priceless thing in his life.

As the noodles cooked in a pot of boiling water, you dressed the cake with whipped cream and chopped-up strawberries, and then chopped cucumbers, tomatoes, olives, and red onions for a side dish. Within about thirty minutes, you had a pot of cooked spaghetti dressed in bolognese sauce, a lettuce-free salad dressed with olive oil and red wine vinegar, and an angel food cake reserved for dessert. And just as a finishing touch, you set the dining table for two and lit a few candles.

"Darling, we're home! Something smells amazing." At the doorway with a large grin on his face was Loki, standing in his work clothes with his dark curls slightly messy, dirt caking his fingertips,…and a black kitten in his arms. Tagging: @anukulee @smolvenger @pineappleandro @lotsoflokilove23 @talklokitome @rumin8ting @12-pm-510 @painedfever @iambetterthanbefore @princess-ofthe-pages @thenotoriouserg @lokischambermaid @lokiismineforever @lokidbadguy @lokisgoodgirl @lokisprettygirl22 @holdmytesseract @wheredafandomat @wolfsmom1 @lovelysizzlingbluebird @evelyn-kingsley @muddyorbsblr @stupidthoughtsinwriting @icytrickster17 @thatdummy-girl @fantasyfan4life @huntress-artemiss @itsdoni @gruftiela @ellooo0ooo @ireallyneedtherapy @jennyggggrrr @turniptitaness

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thenatashamaximoff · 10 months

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Whispers In The Dark; Ch. 2

Summary: When a casual one-night stand develops into a deeper, forbidden love, you and Wanda try to keep your relationship a secret as you navigate the challenges of balancing your growing emotions with the fear of being caught.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (nsfw), mentions of death

Words: 6,174

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“Yes, sir.” You seemed to have stopped listening for a while now. You weren’t sure what he had said. The words had jumbled in your mind, making it difficult to comprehend the meaning behind them. You wondered if you had even articulated your response clearly, or if it had come out as unintelligible gibberish. It was as if the random noise in the back of your throat had escaped, mimicking speech without conveying any coherent message.

On the desk in front of you, Alexander Pierce’s face appeared on the computer screen. As your boss and the higher authority within the organization, his presence demanded attention and respect. Yet… you were struggling to do just that. For what was probably the gazillionth time in the span of twenty minutes, your eyes slowly shifted away from the virtual meeting to land on the folder resting amidst the scattered papers that littered the desk’s surface. Wanda Maximoff’s name was emblazoned in bold, black ink on the tab, enticing your curiosity. It seemed that the comprehensive dossier on her had arrived just before this unexpected meeting commenced. You hadn’t had a chance to explore its contents, as other pressing matters took precedence.

You had hoped that it would’ve faded into the recesses of your mind, much like the other neglected folders resting amidst the sea of unpacked boxes in your apartment. Yet, its persistent presence refused to be ignored, exerting what felt like a gravitational pull on your thoughts, compelling you to explore its hidden contents.

The allure of the folder became too enticing to resist any longer. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, you reached out… but the moment your fingers grazed it, you were snapped back to attention by the mere sound of her name rolling off of Alexander Pierce’s tongue. “It has come to my attention that you sent Wanda Maximoff on a highly sensitive operation this morning.”

“Yes, sir.” The fog that had clouded your thoughts began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of alertness. You recalled the mission you had assigned her earlier, a covert operation of significant importance. “The assignment involved retrieving Loki Laufeyson, Thor’s brother,” you explained, making sure your words were clear and coherent this time. “Agent Maximoff’s unique abilities made her a valuable asset for the task. As far as I’m concerned, she executed it with precision and achieved the objective successfully. The man in question is sitting in one of our… rigged capsules.”

Pierce’s scrutinizing gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable. “I hope you understand the gravity of the situation, Director,” he stated sternly. “Not only are Maximoff’s powers still relatively unknown and untested, but she also has a past that makes it difficult to trust her. We cannot afford any mishaps or breaches in security.”

You maintained a composed demeanor, acknowledging the seriousness of Pierce’s concerns. “I understand the gravity of the situation, sir,” you assured in a steady voice. “While Agent Maximoff’s powers may be unfamiliar to us, she has demonstrated her loyalty and commitment to the mission. Her past may raise questions, but she has been thoroughly vetted and deemed fit for the task.”

Pierce’s expression remained wary, but a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. “Vetting can only provide limited assurances,” he cautioned. “We must tread carefully when dealing with individuals of such complex backgrounds. Their loyalties can… shift unpredictably.” His eyes were guarded behind a steely look as his words hung in the air, underscoring the delicate nature of the situation and the potential risks involved.

You met his gaze head-on, unyielding in your resolve as a determined spark ignited within you. “I’m well aware of the risks, sir,” you responded firmly, your tone brimming with conviction. “Agent Maximoff’s past may be complicated, but her actions thus far have shown dedication and commitment. She successfully apprehended Loki under the radar. I entrusted her with a mission, and she exceeded all expectations.” Leaning forward, you rested your elbows against the top of the desk, emphasizing your earnestness. “I understand the need for caution, sir, but how can we expect someone to earn trust if they’re never given the opportunity?”

You could’ve sworn you caught Pierce’s expression softening, but he was quick to catch it, steeling himself once more. “You have an optimistic view of her,” he remarked, though his wariness remained visible in his tone. “Just ensure that your optimism doesn’t blind you to potential threats. Keep a close eye on her, Director.”

“I will exercise vigilance, sir,” you assured him. “The safety and integrity of this organization are my utmost priorities. We will monitor her closely and act accordingly should any concerns arise.” As you spoke, your attention was momentarily captured by the sound of your office door swinging open and then closing. Your heart quickened its pace when you watched Wanda confidently stride into the room, maintaining eye contact over the top of the laptop while sitting against the arm of the couch, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. The intense energy between you was palpable, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Pierce’s voice brought you back to the present, jolting you out of the spell Wanda’s presence had cast. “Very well, Director,” he acknowledged, his tone authoritative. “I trust your ability to handle this matter with the necessary caution. Keep me informed of any significant developments.”

You nodded in response, slightly struggling to keep your voice steady and determined, “Yes, sir.”

With those parting words, the screen flickered and Pierce’s presence dissipated, ultimately allowing you to turn your gaze back to Wanda, who was still resting against the couch, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. You closed the laptop slowly, deliberately, allowing yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. The room seemed to buzz with an electric charge, and the intensity of the connection between you and Wanda lingered in the air.

No matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you knew you had to… you couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between the two of you.

“I wasn’t aware I had an open-door policy, Miss Maximoff,” you remarked. As you casually adjusted your position, leaning back in your chair, your arm subtly slid across the desk with your movement, purposefully disrupting the already-scattered pile of papers to conceal the folder containing her dossier.

She chuckled softly, lowly, yet you heard it all too well. “Well, Director, I couldn’t resist the temptation to see you in action,” she replied, her voice carrying a teasing undertone.

A playful spark seemed to ignite within you, and you found yourself leaning forward just as she was slowly moving to stand. “Is that so?” you retorted, a glimmer of excitement unwillingly dancing in your eyes. “Perhaps I should enforce stricter rules then.”

Wanda’s smirk grew more pronounced, and she began closing the distance between you with calculated steps. “Or maybe,” she offered, her voice low and suggestive, “we can find another way to bend them just a little.”

Your eyes darted to the laptop, remnants of the video call with Alexander Pierce slipping into your mind. The weight of your responsibilities bore down on you, reminding you of the delicate balance you had to maintain within the organization. The lines between professional conduct and personal inclinations blurred in the presence of Wanda Maximoff.

The air crackled with suspense as she rounded the desk, pushing against the top of your chair until you were fully facing her. Once again, the weight of responsibility is completely forgotten. Your jaw dropped open, a word on the tip of your tongue, yet no sounds could be heard when Wanda gently lowered herself onto you, straddling your lap as her fingers gripped the back of your neck. Your movements were automatic, your hands resting on her hips as you seemed to have trouble looking away from her emerald irises.

“Wanda…” You were trying to say her name with authority, trying to warn her that she shouldn’t be doing this, but your body sold you out. Instead, you said her name wanton, as if you were begging for more because, fight as hard as you can, Y/N, you did want more.

And her low, breathy chuckle told you she knew that, too. “I told you,” she whispered, bending slightly so her lips brushed your ear. “I was more than willing to wait to finish thoroughly.” She took your earlobe in between her teeth just as she drove her hips against you, pulling a gasp from your throat while your stomach twisted like a coil.

Your grip on her waist tightened with need, and you gave in to the feeling pushing against you. With one quick maneuver, your lips were pressed into hers, swallowing her moans as your hands guided her rutting. Your insides throbbed with desire, your fingers danced up her shirt as she took over her own motions, and the way she moaned your name into your ear had you gasping. You turned in the chair, Wanda bracing herself against the desk behind her, and the movement seemed to brush some of the scattered papers off of your desk and to the floor.

“Touch me, Y/N,” she whispered, panted, begged. It sent shivers up your spine.

You obliged, allowing the tips of your fingers to ride the supple surface of her abdomen until they reached the hem of her bra. The skin under the garment was warm, and she was groaning the moment your touch skirted over the area she desired to be touched the most. Her chin tilted back as you leaned forward, exposing her neck to give you more access as your lips brushed across it like a feather.

“Wanda, I’m…” Your words trailed off as a sudden clap of thunder reverberated through the air, jolting you back to reality. The sound seemed to echo in your ears, its intensity leaving you slightly unnerved, yet Wanda appeared unfazed by the disturbance. The moment you pulled back, she pushed forward, pressing her lips to the soft skin just underneath your jaw. It was like flipping a switch, plunging back into the captivating allure of Wanda’s touches and the sensations they bring. However, reality wasn’t going to let go of you that easily, reclaiming its hold as a series of sharp and loud knocks resounded throughout the room.

Unlike earlier, Wanda wasn’t as willing to part ways this time. She released a deep, irritated breath as she swiftly climbed off your lap mere moments before the door opened. A woman popped her head into the room, her eyes bouncing back and forth between you and Wanda for a moment before finally settling on you. She looked familiar, her name making an uncomfortable itch appear in the back of your mind as she fully entered the room.

“Ma’am,” her voice broke through the hazy enchantment, serving as a reminder of the woman’s identity. You recalled her from earlier in the day, realizing that she had requested your signature for… something, yet her name seemed to elude your memory. “There’s an urgent matter that requires your immediate attention.”

You pressed your lips together, scratching the back of your neck before you moved to stand up. Now that Wanda’s body wasn’t pumping adrenaline through you, exhaustion seems to be sneaking up on you pretty quickly. It was evident in your eyes, but your movements didn’t lack confidence as you followed the woman (whose name you can’t remember for some awful reason).

As she guided you down the corridors of the compound, the clamor of raised voices grew louder. Surely this was the urgent matter the woman had mentioned.

Rounding the corner, a scene unfolded before you - a swarm of SHIELD agents surrounding a central figure, their attention fixated on the source of the commotion. It was none other than Thor Odinson, radiating an unmistakable aura of anger and frustration at the heart of the gathering.

“I demand for my brother to be released at once!” he commanded, his furrowed brows displaying deep frustration and determination. His body turned, eyes searching the growing crowd, seeking an authoritative figure. “Loki belongs in the prisons of Asgard, not held captive in some mere human penitentiary! Show me to him!”

“That’s not happening,” you declared, the sea of agents parting at the sound of your voice. It was instant that Thor’s piercing blue eyes snapped onto you, eyeing the way you stood as tall as you could with your hands gripping your hips, projecting an air of superiority. “Your brother stands accused of grave crimes against humanity. He is required by law to face consequences, whether or not he is a god or the adopted brother of one.”

“And he shall see to those consequences on Asgard.”

“He didn’t seem to last very long in your prison,” you countered, your arms firmly crossing over your chest as you held your ground. The tension in the hall thickened as your words hung in the air “Considering he’s here and not there, did he get early release for good behavior?” Thor’s eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying, while faint chuckles floated from the onlookers. Your focus remained on his intimidating presence. The soft laughter ceased just as quickly as it came to be, swallowed by the weight of the situation when he took a small yet heavy step forward, his expression becoming sterner.

“Where’s Fury?” Thor’s voice was laced with a mix of suspicion and urgency. The mention of the former director’s absence seemed to ignite a spark of concern within him.

You cleared your throat, your tone unwavering as you met Thor’s fiery gaze. “He’s no longer with us. Unfortunately for you, Mr. Odinson, that puts me in charge.” Authority floated around you as you stepped forward with confidence despite the anger displayed on his face. “Loki stays here.”

The area grew quiet, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. All eyes were fixed upon the clash of wills between you and Thor, the atmosphere crackled with tension as the two of you stood locked in a silent battle of determination. The fate of Loki hung in the balance, and it was clear that both of you were determined to defend your respective positions.

“Loki is my brother. My responsibility,” Thor announced, his voice growing deeper and more forceful. “I’m not leaving until he is at my side, and anyone who stands in my way will face their own consequences.” The agents in the room exchanged uneasy glances, recognizing the potential for conflict that loomed before them. Some even slowly moved their hands to rest on their sidearms, and you could feel your stomach twisting tautly with nerves. Hopefully, it doesn’t come down to that.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the mounting pressure. It was clear that Thor’s determination had escalated, and finding a peaceful resolution would be an uphill battle. But you couldn’t allow the situation to escalate into violence or compromise the safety of those nearby. “I understand the bond you share with Loki, Mr. Odinson,” you finally said, your tone steady despite the growing tension, “but we cannot allow personal attachments to undermine our duty and the security of innocent lives. We must consider the results of releasing Loki into an environment where he has proven to be a threat.”

Your decision was met with an intense gaze, his grip on Mjolnir tightening, sparks of electricity crackling around him. The crowd held its breath, awaiting his next move.

“Stand aside,” Thor growled, his voice filled with anger and resolve, “or face the full fury of a god.”

Your heart raced rapidly, beating against your chest as he seemed to stand taller before you, but you stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated. “Violence is not the answer.” You lifted a hand in an attempt to calm him down as you added, “We must find a way to resolve this without causing harm to anyone.”

The air seemed to tremble with the unspoken clash between the two of you. The agents watched on, their loyalty divided between their duty and the power emanating from Thor. At that moment, you realized that finding a compromise would be even more challenging than anticipated. The fate of Loki, the security of the organization, and the potential for a confrontation hung in the balance, awaiting a resolution that could satisfy both duty and familial bonds.

Heavy silence suffocated you as Thor’s gaze bore through you, his muscles tensed and ready for action. It wasn’t a debate anymore, it was a standoff. A battle of wills that threatened to tip over into chaos. The weight of the decision rested upon your shoulders, and the outcome would shape the course of events to come.

It was a moment of unexpected intervention. As Thor attempted to wield his hammer, a surge of red energy surrounded his wrist, hindering his progress. His mighty strength rendered ineffective against the force, causing his brows to knit together with rage, his pupils narrowing even further to mere crumbs. His gaze shifted behind you, and you turned to witness Wanda, her eyes ablaze with a fiery crimson hue, exerting her own power to counter Thor’s aggression. You found your stomach uncoiling when she met your stare with a soft, easy smile.

Hushed whispers filled the air as the two powerful beings struggled against each other, the agents watching in awe and apprehension, unsure of how this unexpected turn of events would unfold.

“Release me!” Thor’s voice boomed, his demand filled with indignation and defiance.

You felt a renewed sense of empowerment surge within you, a willful smirk curling your lips. The tables had turned, and you held the upper hand for now. With a determined gaze, you stood your ground, undeterred by Thor’s wrath. “Not until you calm down,” you declared, voice steady and commanding. It was a bold move, challenging the god of thunder himself, but you were resolute in your stance. The safety of everyone involved and the preservation of order was paramount.

Thor’s expression shifted from anger to incredulity, his eyebrows furrowing deeper as he grappled with the unexpected resistance he faced. The room crackled with charged energy, the clash between power and authority hanging in the balance. “I’m calm,” he finally said.

Wanda’s crimson eyes locked with yours once more, a silent understanding passing between you. She released her hold on him, and Thor straightened his form as his eyes danced back to you. He stared at you for a moment, feeling as if he were sizing you up, or as if he were forming another plan in that brain of his to get his brother back. Either way, you didn’t back down.

“Very well,” he conceded, his voice tinged with disappointment. “But know this, Director, I will be watching closely.” He turned on his heels, the crowd of agents instantly parting to give way as he marched away. The presence of the Asgardian gradually faded, his departure leaving behind a lingering sense of tension in the room.

You nodded, clapping your hands together while you announced, “Back to work, everybody.” As the agents returned to their normal rhythm, dispersing to resume their duties, the weight of the confrontation slowly lifted from your shoulders. You turned to fully face Wanda, but your gaze slowly drifted to Coulson lingering behind her in time to catch his small nod before he left.

“That was very impressive,” Wanda mused, struggling to hide the mischievous smirk that played upon her lips. With each sly step she took towards you, your heart quickened its pace, climbing up to your throat, unable to escape the intensity of the moment. The darkening depths of her eyes added an electrifying allure, casting a spell upon your senses. “It takes a special kind of courage to challenge a god, especially one consumed by anger.”

The surge of pride coursed through your veins, straightening your posture and bolstering your confidence. With a casual shrug, you maintained an air of nonchalance, even as you found yourself drawn closer to her magnetic presence. “I wouldn’t be a very good director if I cowered away at mere inconveniences, Miss Maximoff.”

She responded with a whimsical hum, her playful head tilt accompanied by the tantalizing sight of her teeth capturing her bottom lip. Her eyes glistened with desire, casting a bewitching spell that ensnared your senses. Lost in the haze of her allure, your arm instinctively reached out, compelled to gently sweep away the stray strands of hair that adorned her cheek. For a fleeting moment, you forgot your surroundings - that you weren’t in the solitude of your office, nor the seclusion of her apartment - until an abrupt chirp shattered the illusion. Your phone, a stark reminder of reality, jolted you back to your senses. Like a switch being flipped, full control over yourself snapped back, causing your breath to hitch in your throat as you hastily stepped away from her. The passionate darkness in her emerald irises wavered, replaced by a tinge of disappointment as you cleared your throat, forcing yourself to avert your gaze and reach for your phone.

The spell was broken, and the weight of your responsibilities crashed back down upon you when you read your boss’s name on the screen, serving as a harsh reminder of the boundaries that needed to be maintained. The boundaries you are constantly neglecting.

“Excuse me, Miss Maximoff, but duty calls,” you uttered, your voice betraying a hint of reluctance. As you lifted your eyes to meet hers once more, a strange sensation washed over you, causing your legs to momentarily falter. Lost within the depths of her captivating gaze, you found yourself trapped in a trance unlike any before. The usual desires, seductive playfulness, and mischievous glints were replaced with something different - something softer, more powerless.

In that brief instance, vulnerability danced in the depths of her eyes, as if revealing a hidden side that had previously remained concealed. It tugged at your heartstrings, stirring a mix of emotions within you. The allure remained, but it was laced with a yearning for connection and understanding. It was a vulnerable invitation, silently pleading for you to acknowledge the unspoken depths of her being.

However, duty compelled you to tear yourself away from the enchanting pull. With a resolute sigh, you mustered the strength to regain control over your legs, willing them to move forward. Yet, the memory of that moment lingered in the recesses of your mind, leaving an indelible mark upon you.

You could feel her eyes on the back of your head as you walked away.

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“Come in,” you announced automatically, barely lifting your gaze from the papers scattered across your desk. The routine had become second nature to you: someone knocked, you acknowledged their presence, signed whatever document they presented, and swiftly dismissed them. Your hand instinctively reached out to receive the clipboard, expecting the familiar weight of papers to land in your palm. But the footsteps approaching your desk seemed unusually slow, causing a flicker of curiosity to interrupt your monotonous rhythm.

Lifting your head, you found yourself locking eyes with Coulson. To your surprise, his hands were empty, folded neatly across his chest as he fixed an expectant gaze upon you. The absence of paperwork left you momentarily puzzled, prompting a question to escape your lips.

“Am I missing something here?” He maintained his composed stance, the air in the room growing heavy with unspoken revelations, and the gravity of the moment enveloped you. “Out with it, Coulson,” you pressed.

“Mr. Pierce is waiting for you in the conference room.” He met your gaze steadily, clearing his throat as he patiently waited for your mind to process his words.

Confusion furrowed your brows for a brief moment before surprise widened your eyes as you frantically sifted through the papers on your desk, searching for your phone. Desperation laced your voice as you hastily denied the imminent arrival. “No, he’s not due until tomorrow,” you protested, a touch of desperation seeping into your words. “It’s-”

“Ten in the morning.” Coulson interrupted your frantic search, his head tilting to the side as he observed your panicked movements. The unspoken thoughts that passed between you were evident in his expression. No, you hadn’t gone home. No, you hadn’t slept. Yes, you were doing all this paperwork Pierce sent over last night. Yes, your mind had been consumed with thoughts of Wanda Maximoff. The weight of your responsibilities and the unanticipated turn of events collided, leaving you reeling with a mix of exhaustion, longing, and apprehension.

In the corner of your eye, a glimmer caught your attention, obscured beneath the papers on your desk. Relief washed over you as you successfully fished your phone out of the chaotic pile. However, any fleeting sense of triumph swiftly dissipated when you glanced at the screen. Coulson’s words echoed in your mind, confirming Pierce’s untimely arrival and a wave of anxiety surged through you. The details of this meeting eluded you as if shrouded by a foggy haze.

Without a second though, you sprang to your feet with such haste that your chair careened into the wall behind you. The loud thud punctuated the urgency of the situation, emphasizing the disarray that mirrored your racing thoughts. Time seemed to accelerate as you quickly gathered your composure, determined to face the impending meeting, even if you couldn’t recall its purpose.

You exited the room, the door slowly sliding shut behind you, leaving your deputy director alone. However, it didn’t take long for a realization to dawn upon you, prompting a swift about-face. Sheepishly, you poked your head back into the office, a contrite smile adorning your face. “Where’s the conference room?” His finger pointed in the direction you needed to go, and with a nod of gratitude, you swiftly disappeared once more, determined to find your way to the meeting.

Upon reaching the conference room door, the sound of laughter emanating from within caused your muscles to tense up. One laugh was unmistakably Pierce’s, characterized by its gruffness and rigidity. However, the other laughter resonated deep within you, igniting a warmth in your gut that was undeniable. The mere sound of her laugh had the power to captivate you, making you hesitate to open the door and disrupt the harmonious melody unfolding on the other side. But you quickly snapped out of your daze, remembering that Wanda Maximoff should not be engaged in friendly conversation with your boss.

With resolve, you entered the room and confirmed your instincts. Wanda was indeed immersed in a cheerful conversation with Alexander Pierce, both of them sporting smiles. You forced one of your own, but as soon as you met those sparkling green eyes, your grin became authentic. “What’s going on in here?” you inquired, closing the distance to the occupied table.

“There you are, Director. Please, take a seat and join us,” Pierce greeted with unexpected cheerfulness, a major difference from the stern man you’d spoken to through the computer not that long ago. He gestured toward the seat next to Wanda, and you reluctantly settled into the chair while attempting to maintain a noticeable distance from the woman. “Where have you been hiding this one from us?” He looked toward Wanda, whose face had grown brighter when she saw you. “She’s an absolute delight! And she’s already ours for the taking.” Soft laughter lingered in his voice, leaving you intrigued about their earlier conversation.

The sight of Pierce’s ease and comfort with Wanda - as if they were old friends - immediately after issuing a strict order for you to monitor her due to a lack of trust in the new Avenger sent waves of unease rippling through you. It was disconcerting to witness such a stark contrast in his behavior, as if the order had been mere words with no real significance. Your mind raced with questions, trying to comprehend the motives behind his contradictory actions. Did he genuinely trust Wanda more than he let on? Or was there a hidden agenda at play? Doubt gnawed at you.

Wanda chimed in playfully, answering on your behalf while keeping her eyes trained on you, “Oh, Y/N just loves keeping me for herself.” However, as she spoke, Pierce’s demeanor shifted abruptly, returning to his usual strict professionalism. He studied Wanda intently, causing her to divert her gaze from you to meet his scrutinizing one. A knot of anticipation formed in your stomach as you watched him silently analyze her.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head for a moment before turning to you. “I’m impressed by how you handled the Loki situation,” he confessed. A glimmer of pride shone in his eyes, contrasting with his rugged expression. “It was your first assignment, a significant one at that, not to mention. To be honest, I wasn’t sure you had what it took, but I’m not one to shy away from admitting I was wrong.”

Leaning forward, Wanda placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and spoke, her voice filled with admiration, “It’s only been a day, but I think Y/N’s been doing a wonderful job so far.” This time, your smile remained forced as you subtly shifted your shoulder, discreetly removing her hand from your touch under Pierce’s watchful eyes.

“I can handle anything thrown at me, sir,” you commented in an attempt to divert his attention.

He cleared his throat, his eyes dancing back and forth between you and Wanda for a quiet, tense moment before asking, “Do you let all your agents call you by your first name?”

“No, sir-”

“I don’t see how that’s really relevant here,” she interrupted, not mincing her words. You swallowed the thick saliva that had formed in your throat, the knot in your gut beginning to grow tighter. “I believe that she-”

“Agent Maximoff,” you interjected swiftly, your voice firm, trying to regain control of the situation. You avoided meeting her eyes as they flickered toward you. “That’ll be all for now.” The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, with Wanda watching you, Pierce observing her, and you staring at the table, desperate to dodge all eyes.

“Yes, Director.” You winced subtly at the tone of her voice, ultimately telling you that she was not pleased with your dismissal. Surely she wasn’t one to hold a grudge over something so minute… right?

Pierce adjusted his suit jacket as she made her way out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. The sound of the door closing resonated in the quiet before his voice finally cut through it, “I’m not questioning your ability to do this job, Director.”

“Hasn’t even crossed my mind, sir,” you assured.

“I mean, you’re the first female lead since the fifties. I have the right to be cautious.” His smile appeared forced, lacking the sincerity it held when you first entered the room. The tension returned, and he seemed to fully revert to his usual self. “I came here to ask about your plans with Loki.”

“We have him contained in a specially designed confinement capsule aboard the Helicarrier,” you began, your voice steady and composed. “The cell is equipped with a failsafe. Any attempts to escape or breach the containment will trigger a rapid descent mechanism, dropping whoever is in the cell a significant distance.” You glanced at Pierce, ensuring that he was following your explanation. His eyes narrowed slightly, indicating his focus on the matter at hand. “I made it clear to Loki about the consequences of any efforts of escape,” you continued. “The knowledge of imminent death should serve as a deterrent and discourage any further disruptions or attempts to regain his freedom. My plan for Loki is to keep him imprisoned to prevent any further damage to Earth.”

Pierce nodded, slow and precise movements, but you sensed by the way he leaned back that he was ready to voice his concerns. “You want to keep him locked up for the rest of time?” He scoffed, a humorless laugh crawling out of his throat as he shook his head. “Loki has caused substantial damage to New York, costing us billions of dollars.”

“He has also taken just as many innocent lives,” you quickly claimed. “It’s not about the money, sir. People-”

“That’s beside the point,” he interrupted. “Keeping him locked up isn’t enough.”

Your eyebrows knitted together deeply as you eyed him, trying to get a good read on his face, but he was a closed book with no chance of getting it to open. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not sure I understand what you’re implying.”

Pierce’s gaze solidified, his tone growing more serious. “What I’m implying, Director, is that simply containing Loki isn’t a long-term solution. We need to consider more permanent measures to ensure he can never pose a threat again.”

A flicker of concern crossed your face as you contemplated the weight of his words. “Are you suggesting…?”

He leaned forward, his voice lowered. “I’m suggesting we explore options for a more definitive resolution,” he explained.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat, the earnestness of his proposition sinking in. “You’re talking about… terminating Loki?”

His expression remained impassive, but there was an underlying intensity in his eyes. “I didn’t propose such an extreme measure, Director.” He shrugged loosely, a sly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Loki is a prideful god. He views humans as insignificant and feeble creatures. It’s only a matter of time before his arrogance is bound to make him disregard your warnings and… attempt to escape his rigged prison. If he chooses that path, we cannot be held accountable.”

You paused, allowing his words to sink in, fully aware of the subtle subtext beneath his statement. It was a strategic maneuver to absolve himself and the organization of any responsibility. By framing Loki’s demise as a consequence of his own pretentious choices, he aimed to keep your - and his own - hands free from the stain of his blood.

The knot in your stomach - the one you had thought had dispersed at Wanda’s departure - reappeared, only this time it launched itself into your throat. The way his eyes gleamed with a sinister glint made you feel nauseous. “Sir, I understand the severity of Loki’s actions, but we must also remember our duty to uphold the principles of justice and due process. We cannot become judge, jury, and executioner,” you argued.

His gaze bore into yours, his voice unwavering, “We can’t afford to let sentimentality cloud our judgment. Loki has proven time and again that he is a danger to global security. We must be willing to consider all options, even if they are difficult.”

The weight of his words pressed upon you, and you knew you weren’t going to convince him otherwise no matter how hard you fought. Still, you didn’t plan on giving in so easily just yet. “Then we must exhaust all alternatives, explore advanced containment methods, and leverage our resources to ensure the safety of both our agents and the world.”

Pierce’s face hardened, the lines etched deeper into his features. “Director,” he began, folding his hands on top of the table between you and him, “there will come a point where we have exhausted all options. Don’t you think it’d be a waste of time, resources, and money to only end up at the same outcome?” He smiled lightly, a wicked tinge to the expression. “We cannot shy away from that possibility.”

Your eyes locked with his, a silent battle of principles and pragmatism. You had gone head to head with the God of Thunder and won. Yet, here you were, butting heads with a mortal man and on the verge of losing. “I refuse to believe that we must sacrifice our values is the only path to achieving the greater good. It is our duty to explore other solutions, to seek justice and preserve life - all lives. We cannot embrace the mindset that justifies shedding blood. There must always be a line we will not cross.”

His gaze softened ever so slightly, a flicker of begrudging respect crossing his features. “I must admit, Director, your unwavering dedication is commendable.” However, the smile that lingered on his lips revealed his underlying satisfaction. It was evident that you had officially lost this battle, succumbing to his ability to see to it that you would never step foot inside a SHIELD building for the rest of your life. “I expect a comprehensive report in my email by the end of the week.” He swiftly rose from his seat, adjusting his jacket with deliberate movements. “An autopsy report,” he clarified his tone laced with a chilling edge. A twisted smile played on his lips, the sinister glint in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. It was a reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath his polished exterior.

With that final unsettling gesture, he exited, leaving you alone with the weight of his demands.

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda #maximoff #phil coulson #shield #reader insert

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smirkingkitten · 5 months

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Reading list November 2023

It's December and that doesn't just mean the Christmas season starts and it's the time for cozy evenings with candles, blankets and a hot chocolate, but also: it's time for another reading list.

It feels like it's been so long since Loki graced us with a new episode every week. I'm still not quite over the ending, although this interview did heal my poor heart a little, if only just a bit. I hope you're coping well with the ending. And now, happy reading.

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

My other Reading lists can be found in my Fanfiction Bookshelf.

Series | Collections | Multi Parts

The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles

8 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff

prev. | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8

Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.

Double Cross @gigglingtiggerv2

12 chapters (on going) | Jaguar Villain!Tom | dark, smut

Summary: In Dante’s inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was reserved for liars, panderers, thieves and murderers. For the criminal underworld it is an opulent London club, representing neutral territory where deals can be made, grievances aired and scores settled.

For the owner, Thomas Cross, it is his own private kingdom, one where he makes the rules and wields absolute authority. Recently, however, that authority has come under threat. In order to maintain his standing and the Club’s ruthless reputation, it is imperative he find the perpetrator.

In this violent place, where lies are currency and everyone has their own agenda, who can he trust? Certainly not Verity Williams, the talented thief who has her own reasons for infiltrating his organisation.

Neither can deny the sparks that fly whenever they’re together, but if he’s not careful, will those sparks burn down everything he’s created?

Déchiré @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

7 chapters (on going) | Loki, Bucky, Captain America | smut

You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.

One Shots

Firestarter @delaber

4,2k | AvengersMovie!Loki | smut, hatefucking

Rule Number One @just-the-hiddles

medium | Jonathan Pine | smut, dom/sub, daddy, spanking

Gorgeous @ghostofskywalker

1,2k | Avenger!Loki | fluff

Heavy Petting @wheredafandomat

800 | Loki | smut

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch @wheredafandomat

short | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Aftercare @sarahscribbles

680 | Loki | fluff, spicy

If I was your best friend @wheredafandomat

medium | Loki | smut

Worshiped by a God @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | fluff, smut

Best of Friends @just-the-hiddles

long | Actor!Tom Hiddleston | fluff, friends to lovers

Duty of Care @muddyorbsblr

1,9k | Jonathan Pine | smut, fluff

Winter Warmers: A Winters Night on Asgard @lokischambermaid

930 | Asgard!Loki | fluff

The Sandwich Incident @holdmytesseract

1,2k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, humour

My Girl @lokisgoodgirl

1,8k | Avenger!Loki | smut, man-bun

Lactation @viviluvssmut

1k | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Drabbles

Don't Move, Darling @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | smut, teasing, edging

Time slipping @wheredafandomat

600 | TVA Loki | smut, hurt/comfort

praise kink, gagging, hickies @ragnarachael

short | Jonathan Pine | smut, daddy kink

Headcanons

Loki and the Watcher @benevolentgodloki

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 months

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Five Fics Friday "LOKI" BONUS: November 16/23

Hey guys!! So LOKI just recently finished Season 2, and I was SO upset about the ending (in a bittersweet way... I loved the end but was SO mad that it ended the way it did after the narrative was telling us otherwise *cough*where have I seen this before*cough*). So, I decided to finally cave and soothe my soul with some Loki/Mobius fics. And since I've been asked in the past about Loki fic recs and only now am reading them, I thought I would share with y'all five of the ones I enjoyed this past week as a bonus list... 'cause, why not, and I ship it hard now, as much as Johnlock and Aziracrow 🙃

Enjoy this bonus list, just because I want to!! Happy Friday! :D

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out of focus, eye to eye by markofalover (G, 2,129 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Lokius, S02E05 Alternate Events, Pining Loki, Loki POV, Flirting, Misunderstandings, Crush at First Sight, Insecure Loki, Oh-Oh! Moment) – “You know…are you still in the market?” Loki raises his eyebrows. “Oh, for the, uh,” he sets his hands out in a wild gesture that he hopes somehow makes the mark, because he doesn’t know what an ATV even is— “Oh, no, no,” Mobius says. He’s smiling, now, for some reason Loki can’t quite understand, eyes sparkling in the sun, soft color in his cheeks. “I mean—sorry, I haven’t done this in a while. That was a bad line.”

Whoever, whatever you wanna be (Even someone good) by attack_choppa01 (T, 5,248 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S1, POV Loki, Fluff and Angst, Protective Loki, Protective Mobius, Friendship, First Kiss, Injury Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Loki, Bed Sharing, Mobius Whump, Anxious Loki, Love Confessions, Both Need A Hug, Arguing, Emotional Loki, Cuddling/Snuggling, Near-Death Experiences) – After a fight with two Kang variants puts Mobius in danger and injured, Loki gets defensive out of his desire to protect him. They argue and they make up (And make out). Part 4 of GLORIOUS PURPOSE

The Best Gift of All by frommyhearttoyours (T, 5,992 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Parent / Teacher Modern AU || Lokius, Mobius POV, Single Dad Mobius, Teacher Loki, Single Parents, Love Confessions, Insecure Mobius, Frustrated Mobius, Mutual Pining, Sweet Fluff, Forehead Touching, Oh-Oh! Moment) – Mr. Laufeyson is the most popular teacher at Lakewood Elementary School, where Mobius's sons are students. He's not just popular among the children, though. He's an even bigger hit among the parents...especially the single ones on the hunt for a Mr. Right. Mobius isn't ashamed to admit he counts himself among the man's many, many admirers, but he also has no delusions that he could ever win the beautiful and intelligent Mr. Laufeyson's interest and attention. Because that would be impossible... right?

Branches by Ailendolin (T, 6,322 w., 6 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S1, Lokius, Pining Loki, Five and One, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Panicking Loki, Protective Mobius, Made Me Cry, Angst, Loki Needs a Hug, Multiverse) – 5 times Loki searched the Multiverse for his Mobius, and 1 time Mobius found him.

never known how it broke me down by RunnyYolk (E, 51,152 w., 8 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S1 Divergence, Lokius, Five and One, Alternating POV, Protective Mobius, Protective Loki, Jealous Mobius, Hurt Mobius, Vague Multiversal War Plot, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Feelings Realization, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Love Confessions, Anxious Loki/Mobius, Hugs/Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Developing Relationship, Reunions, Making Up, Friends to Lovers, Affection/Tenderness, Self-Esteem Issues, Top Mobius/Bottom Loki, Smut in Epilogue, Marriage Proposal, First Kiss/Time) – Wild curls caress his face as a melodiously shaky inhale cascades across the shell of his ear, arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders, and Mobius leans forward, giving his all in return until their hearts are nearly aligned. Nearly, yet not quite. Not quite.

#loki fic recs #lokius fic recs #lokius #my fic recs #five fics friday

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Just Breathe - Chapter 5

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Summary: What really happened during your last moments at the hidden HYDRA facility. A/N: If you liked the sad ending in Ch. 4, then don't continue. This chapter was to soothe my soul. It is for me as much as it is for everyone out there who wanted a happy ending. Pairing: Loki x Reader (OFC) Word Count: Over 3k Warnings: Mentions of death, mostly fluff.

1 week ago. New York.

The sun was setting over the hills. There was a gentle breeze that swirled in the afternoon air taking with it the scents of bouquets that littered the cemetery grounds.

It was a small funeral. They were fortunate enough to gather something from where they left your ashes at the hidden HYDRA facility.

Stark had paid for the services and your niche at the columbarium. He donated a hefty sum to give you your own wall and a bench to sit with you. No one else was present but the team. Loki knew that Bruce had sent out an announcement to your former family.

Loki didn’t bother to know whether their lack of attendance was because of not caring or because they were embarrassed. Either way, they weren’t here.

“A shame. She was so young. So talented.” A deep voice carried itself over to Loki’s ear. “She had the whole world to breathe in and no one gave her a chance to exhale.”

The man sat down next to Loki. He held his walking stick in between his legs as he looked straight ahead. “Except for when she was with you,” the man continued.

“Is there someone else you could bother with your endless prattling?” Loki glowered.

“No. Not really. She asked me specifically to talk to you,” the man answered in riddles. Loki lifted his head, finally settling his eyes on the man that dared speak with him.

The gentleman continued to look straight ahead. He had purple-tinted glasses with a bruise gracing his upper cheek. The knuckles on his hands that clutched his walking stick were bloodied and torn, almost healed. Loki couldn’t shake the feeling that he had met this man before.

“Are you all right? Do you need someone to help with your…” Loki pointed towards his bruises.

“I’m blind. I get into accidents a lot,” the man said as a way of explanation.

Loki narrowed his eyes and said, “We both know there’s a hint of a lie in that statement. For example, how would you even know I was referring to your bruises if you were completely blind?”

The man chuckled. “You know, she asked me the very same question when she first met me on the rooftop those many months ago. Matt Murdock,” the man said holding out his hand in greeting.

The pieces started to fit together as Loki remembered seeing you with the masked devil on one of your patrols. “Loki. Laufeyson. Prince of Asgard,” he introduced himself, shaking his hand.

“She asked me to come meet you…” Matt started.

“Shh…shh…” Loki quieted him down, turning around to see if any of the others were watching or listening. No one was the wiser. Everyone milling about talking to themselves. Patting each other on the back for a job well done and quietly thanking their deities that it wasn’t them. It wasn’t their funeral the team was attending. Just like you had predicted.

Loki looked back at Matt, and a pang of jealousy struck his nerve. Of all the people you had decided to contact, he thought he would be your first. But instead, you chose to go to the devil himself.

“From my sources, I thought she had died in that unfortunate mission you guys went on,” Murdock continued. “Imagine to my surprise, that a week later, I heard her familiar breathing, her recognizable heartbeat. I thought I was going crazy at first.

“She needed a place to stay. So, I let her stay with me until she could find her own. When she heard about this funeral taking place, she asked for a favor,” he finished with a smile.

“A favor? So, what was in it for you?” Loki asked suspiciously.

“She helped me take down a few people. Accompanied me to some high-stakes brawls I needed help with,” Murdock smiled. “Hence…” he lifted his hands and showcased his healing knuckles.

“I can’t believe I saved her life only so she can put it in danger once again.” Loki strained. Matt laughed.

“Yes, but you gave her the freedom to do so. Not many people would have given her that.” Matt reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a card. “As her lawyer, I advised against this until she had a new identity, by the way. But she insisted.” Loki reached for the card and in black script was an address in Brooklyn. A vague sense of familiarity washed over him as he read the address. “She’ll be waiting for you.”

2 weeks prior. Hidden HYDRA facility, Georgia.

“I’m not gonna make it, am I?” you asked meekly. Loki looked down on you, hurrying towards the aircraft. “Lie to m-, g-god of mischief,” you whispered.

“You’re going to be fine, darling,” he said, coolly. You smiled up at him one last time and exhaled your last breath.

“Darling, w-wake up.” Loki shook your body as he fell to his knees again. “Zee! This is no laughing matter. I need you to wake up!” he cried. “ZEE!” Loki’s face twisted in pain as he watched your lips part to your dying breath. The fire in your eyes, the one that he loved so much, the fire that he looked forward to seeing every time he annoyed you or got on your nerves, extinguished.

“Loki!” Rogers yelled. “She’s causing an explosion around her. You need to leave her!”

“I- NO. I can’t!” Loki cried. The fire grew around you. You woke up momentarily with a searing pain in your abdomen. The pain was slowly draining you of your vision. Loki engulfed both of you in his seidr as the fire rose higher and built a wall covering both of your figures on the ground.

“Darling, a change of plans,” he decided. He couldn’t let you die. He had to do something, and you blacking out just cemented his decision that much quicker.

“Loki…”

“I only have enough seidr to heal you and keep you invisible till we leave.”

“N-no, Loki. I need you,” you cried. Mostly from the pain, but also from realizing that Loki had intended to leave you.

“I’ll leave your duffel here. I’ll heal you and make you invisible. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound and I’ll try to get everyone on the jet as quickly as possible. As soon as you see the jet on the horizon, you run as if Fenrir was behind you. Do you understand?”

“You were suppose-to…you were supposed to come with me.”

“I know, Zee. But I won’t have enough power left to heal you and then make both of us imperceptible.”

“Then, don’t heal me!”

“Absolutely I will! You stubborn woman. You won’t survive otherwise. And even if I agree. All your moaning and blood will tip them off to where we are. The plan has changed.”

“But what about you? You won’t be free.”

“I’ll find a way.”

“When?”

“I’ll find a way! Don’t come back. Stay away as much as possible till things scale down. Do you hear me? Wait till everyone forgets who you are. That you were even part of the team.” He commanded and you simply nodded as tears washed down your face.

A flash of green soothed your skin and centered on your abdomen. The relief was temporary as you felt your skin knit itself back together. Pinches and stings. Pain and agony.

You yelled out as your skin closed in on itself and you let out a blinding flash of light from the fire growing all around you. “Darling, until we meet again,” he whispered.

“Until we meet again,” you repeated kissing him. You wound your hands in his hair willing him to change his mind. Loki broke the kiss first. He knew that if he continued, his resolve would break, and he would try to find a way to make you both leave tonight, together. But he can’t. He would have to practice the one thing he didn’t have, patience.

“Hold still,” he whispered, and the flames died down. His seidr fell and retracted into himself. You could only see his face. His bright eyes now glistened with tears. The soot from the fires covered his armor and smudged his face.

You watched him, seeing him for the first time. His deep blue-green eyes. His sharp cheeks and pointed jaw. The intensity and passion on his face. You moved marginally, your hands quivering to hold his face. You wanted to memorize the face of the man that helped you gain your freedom and sacrificed his own.

Loki squeezed your wrist. His fingers sinking deeper into the ground.

“Loki,” Roger’s voice sounded near your head. “I’m sorry Loki.” Loki’s face turned abruptly towards him. His eyes were like daggers affixed to cutting Steve down. He doesn’t get to be sorry, you could almost hear Loki say it.

Loki gracefully stood up. His eyes never left yours as if he could see you. As if he could warn you not to move. He stepped over your body, over what looked like a pile of dust and ash on the ground. He left your path of sight, you wanted to turn to see him go, but you were painfully aware of the Captain kneeling right by your head.

You closed your eyes instead, trying to remember his face. The way his eyes looked at you, and hopefully, it won’t be the last time you see them again.

As soon as the quinjet’s doors shut, you turned your head to see it lift. When it was nothing but a black spot in the distant horizon, was when you finally moved. You didn’t have much time; you knew the clean-up crew would be here soon. “I’m coming for you, Loki.”

The Present. New York.

Loki walked over to the other side of that wall, where only your plaque had been installed. A small stone plate That read your name.

Zephyr Friend and Avenger.

Loki ran his fingers through your name. Whispering it with reverence. He planted the lilies on the canister by your plaque and sat down at the bench behind him.

He took a deep breath in and sighed, reading the last line of your headstone.

Until we meet again.

And Loki smiled.

He smiled because in his breast pocket was the card Matt Murdock handed him a week prior, during your funeral.

You stubborn woman. He told you not to come back here. To wait till everything calmed down. You were always so impatient and reckless.

Just a couple more minutes and the surveillance drone he knew the Falcon had sent after him will go away, leaving him alone to grieve with his thoughts. He left Stark’s car parked outside the cemetery gates and used public transit to make his way to the address written on the card.

He was nervous. He hadn’t seen you in over a month. He told you to stay away. Should he reprimand you? Should he be angry that you didn’t listen to him? Or should he run into your arms and spin you around as an old friend should?

Thoughts of the last time he saw you plagued his mind. His last image of you was of pain and loss. You were in his arms, losing a lot of blood from the gunshot wound in your abdomen. You were so light. So, frail. You both had said a hasty goodbye, changing the plans on you to save your life and to grant you your freedom.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of a brown-bricked building, housing a patisserie on the lower floors. He looked up, noting the few windows that had their lights on, and wondered which one was yours.

You stood on your balcony looking over the Brooklyn Bridge and its many lights. You were nursing your second glass of wine, taking a deep breath, and blowing out a small squall in your hands.

“Are you sure you should be showing off like that?” Daredevil asked crouching on your ledge.

“Why not? I haven’t been able to practice or use my power in over a month.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I didn’t want to be used for my power. Not that I didn’t want to use it,” you answered back. Matt laughed. “I never thanked you for helping me. I would never have this life if it weren't for you.”

“Yes, this boring, unassuming life. Devoid of drama and revenge. Don’t you miss it?”

“No,” you laughed. “You look for trouble, Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. I don’t think you could live without it.”

“One of these days, you’re gonna want to come with me on these stakeouts. You must be so bored working in that bakery downstairs. Then coming back up here. Not leaving the building at all.” Matt stilled, a small smile forming on his face as he heard some all-too-familiar footsteps. “Speaking of drama…I better go. I’ll come back with some papers for you to sign for your new identity.”

“Ok. Thanks for stopping by Red,” you smiled, wondering why his behavior was so abrupt all of a sudden. You watched as he ran and jumped onto the building next to yours. “Who’s the showoff now?” you whispered, but you knew he heard you.

You finished the rest of your wine, holding up the empty glass to your eyes. You watched the twinkling lights of New York, not through a glass wall but with your own eyes. Breathing your own air.

Eventually, you turned, making your way inside the small studio apartment to make dinner. The bright white walls contrasted with the one brick façade and a large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the bridge. You closed the door to the balcony and stood still, hearing a buzz on your intercom. Oh, I didn’t think Matt would be back so soon.

Walking up to the comms, Loki searched for your new name. Alizeh Ghavi. His allspeak translated your name, Fierce Winds. You’ve come a long way from Y/N Y/L/N, he thought.

Alizeh. He tried your new name on his tongue. Ah-lee-zay…Zay?...Zee. You will always be Zee. He pushed the button, and he was immediately met with static and a loud buzz unlocking the front door. He walked the steps, painfully slow. Up three flights, nervous about what he was going to say or what he was going to do.

When he reached your door, he knocked twice and waited.

“Matt! The door is open, is Foggy with you?” you shouted through the door. Loki was crestfallen. How often did Murdock come here? Did he not say you were expecting him? Why would you think it was Matt Murdock?

Loki opened the door hesitantly, walking his way past your threshold. The air smelled of garlic and tomatoes. Music was playing from a speaker well inside your apartment and there you were in the kitchen, wearing a baby blue skater dress that went down to your knees, barefoot.

“I’m making spaghetti tonight. I hope you guys haven’t already…” that’s when you turned around and saw him.

You were stunned. You weren’t expecting to see the tall handsome god in your entryway. He was dressed in a formal black suit with a green satin handkerchief in his pocket.

“It’s not Murdock, darling.”

“No. No, it’s not.” You stood there biting your lip, taking him all in.

“I can go get him if you…” you ran up to him and threw your arms around his neck. Your lips met his and as soon as he wrapped his arms around your waist, he lifted you up and twirled you around making you laugh.

“I never thought I’d see you so soon,” you whispered in his ear, giving him a tight hug.

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“You told me to stay away. At the very least, I thought you’d be angry with me for not listening to you.”

“You never listen to me,” Loki chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to start now…and at the very most?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me to come back anyway. You and I…we never really started off on the right foot.”

“No, we didn’t,” Loki smiled as he took you all in. His hands felt full as he ran them up and down your sides. Your cheeks were rich with color and plummy. The sheen on your hair was brighter. And the sparkle in your eyes, the fire in them, wasn’t lost after all.

“How long can you stay?” you asked looking up into his eyes.

“Not long,” he answered back weary, thinking about Stark’s car, transportation, and the watchful eyes of the team. If he hoped to continue to see you, this would have to do for now, until he could arrange something more permanent.

“Ok. Are they still watching you?” you asked. “Yes.” “Are you free?” “More than before.” “Will you come back?” “Try and stop me,” Loki grinned.

One year later. Brooklyn, New York.

Every weekend, for the past year, had been filled with clandestine meetings. Loki would leave early in the morning on Saturdays, under the pretense of visiting your niche at the cemetery. The team had kept an eye on him at first, but eventually, they relaxed their surveillance on Loki, letting him have his weekends to himself as long as there weren’t any pressing missions.

Loki walked into your apartment and set down a bouquet of roses on the kitchen counter. He continued to loosen his tie, not even once, looking up in your direction, as he took off his suit jacket and hung it up on the rack by your front door.

He then turned to the windows as he rolled up his sleeves and there you would be: anxiously waiting for him to turn off his Avenger persona and relax to the role of your secret lover.

He caught sight of you bathed in the sunlight and reflections of glass from the city behind you. Every time he looked at you, his breathing would hitch and the air around him would get hotter. He smiled and opened his arms, “Come here,” he growled biting down his lip.

And each time you would run into his arms as he holds you tightly, squeezing you, stealing your breath with a kiss. The way you always stole his.

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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H-Hi um… I just th-thought of another request… um… could you do one w-where reader and Loki have b-been together for a w-while and she still is kind of… clingy with him. L-Loki adores it obviously but when someone makes a c-comment about readers clinginess (b-be it a person who is mad that Loki ch-chose reader of them or something) L-Loki immediately shuts them down. He’s more p-pissed than reader is and she just smiles a-and…… th-thanks him and makes him f-feel better in the b-best possible way… I h-hope you had a g-good day ☺️

-🧁 Cupcake Anon

Giggles (Loki x Reader)

Title | Giggles

Summary | Reader and Loki have been together for a little over a year, but she still loves clinging to him, and he loves letting her, and always brightening her day by making her giggle. But some bitches people don't appreciate her clinginess, so obviously, Loki puts them right in their fucking place corrects them.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Genre | Fluff, Slight Angst

Story Warnings/Kinks | Cursing, Bullying, Shyness, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Bullying, Fucking Sharon

Translations | None.

Author's Note | To start this author's note as I have for the last few fics, I am so sorry this took so long and I'm also sorry it's short, I would normally not skip over the smut but this one felt too soft and sweet to make it dirty, you know? I hope you love it, my lovie dovie. I hope this sends some healing powers your way to help with your injuries. You're in my thoughts and I love you and I'd kill a bitch for you just FYI.

Words | 996 (drabble?)

"Perhaps it is just because you are simply the most beautiful creature I've ever come across?" His words sent her cheeks into a frenzy of blush as she giggled and snuggled further into his side.

Asking Loki why he loved her was Y/N's favorite activity. His answers always resembled this one, and always made her feel giddy and amazing. Never a confident person, Y/N required constant validation and Loki was never shy to comply with her needs.

They were snuggled up in the common room on a Friday night, watching movies and giggling like teenagers. They both brought out a side to the other that no one had ever seen before. Loki loosened up and laughed, allowing himself to relax. Y/N was finally confident enough to be herself around someone, letting herself giggle and talk without fear of being shut down or silenced.

Their Friday movie nights were regular, any Friday when they weren't on missions, you could find them snuggling on the couch, completely ignoring the movie and showering each other in affection. The nights usually ended in a fit of giggles when Loki hoisted her into his arms and carried her off to their shared bedroom for even more fun.

They hadn't reached that point in their night yet, but their movie was long forgotten as she snuggled in his lap and played with his long hair.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me." She whispered, watching as his cheeks turned a charming shade of pink and he dodged her eyes. For someone so good at giving compliments, he never knew how to accept them properly.

"As are you, darling." He murmured, kissing the crown of her head. "Marry me,"

Now she was rolling her eyes. He asked her to marry him at least ten times a day, and every time she reminded him that they'd only been together for a year, and she was not ready to get married yet.

She knew he wasn't completely serious, and he knew that he had to keep saying it now because of how brightly she smiled every time he said it. Loki had a deep belief that Y/N didn't smile enough, and found it was his personal mission in life to fix that.

Reminded of that at the moment, he ducked down quickly and latched his lips onto her neck, sending her into yet another fit of giggles and squeals. Playfully trying to push him off of her, Y/N repeated, "Mercy, mercy! I surrender!"

Laughing, he kissed her lips and pulled her closer. "Did you know that I lo–"

"Oh look," They both pulled back at the sharp voice which entered the room. The blonde standing in the doorway with Steve appearing behind her was the only thing that could make Y/N shrink back into the person she used to be before Loki. The bullied down and quiet girl that Loki saved from utter silence.

"It's the prince and the damsel," She mocked. "Are you always this clingy Y/N? What am I kidding, of course, you are, you never leave his side."

"Fuck off, Sharon," Loki growled, surprising everyone now in the room.

Sharon looked hurt before scoffing and turning on her heels to leave the room. Apparently, long before Y/N had joined the team and met Loki, he had turned down Sharon's advances and ultimately told her that he'd rather die than court someone of the likes of her.

Once everyone was cleared from the room, Loki looked down at Y/N to make sure Sharon's words hadn't affected her too much or hurt her in a way that Loki's heart couldn't bear to see. Instead of being met with some shy eyes or even tears, he saw her smiling and staring at him in awe.

"What?" He asked, his voice gentle to avoid eruption.

"Thank you," She whispered, her voice soft as the wind.

"Of course, darling." He seemed confused as to why she was so appreciative. It wasn't like he didn't defend her against their awful colleagues daily. This time though, it seemed to soften her some.

"I love you," She blurted out, pushing her lips into his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He didn't get a chance to repeat her words until hours later that night when she finally quit kissing him, but as soon as he did repeat them, she blushed like fire and pulled the blankets of their bed up to her face, trying to hide.

You'd think she'd realize how silly it was to try and hide after hours of sex with this man, but try she did nonetheless.

"I will never not love you, Y/N." He whispered, kissing her hair and lying beside her, still trying to catch his breath. "And I will never choose someone over you, let alone that evil bitch Sharon."

And that again sent her into a fit of giggles.

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1donoow · 10 months

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MCU REC

PT.5

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

stephen strange

Loki laufeyson

wade wilson

peter parker

moon knight

stephen strange

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - found family

- a sick day

@frostandflamesfanfic - july 19th

- stephen's ruff day

@queenofspades6 - new haircut

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loki laufeyson

@ashdreams2023 - Finding a baby in the palace with Loki

- touch starved loki

- Loki variants x fem cute soft reader

- big round eyes

- Loki with a y/n who has wings

- loki falling for the mom of the group

- Loki x deaf reader

@kota-bee - early mornings

- migraines

@asgardwinter - not the alcohol

@spilledkauffie - newsflash ch.1

@rachaelswrites - meeting jane (daughter!reader)

@lokislittleprincess - Jotunheim(daughter! daughter)

@sapphireplums - being the daughter of loki

@dyns33 - the kid

- nexus

@jhennykviana - You, seven Lokis and a Thor.

- what did you do?

@frost-queen - glorious purpose

@goddessofmischief - shoelaces

@kortsitron - being thor,loki and hela's sibling

@specialagentlokitty - out duty (sister!reader)

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wade wilson

@your-next-daydream - wade w/ a equally chaotic reader hc

@paranormal-pajama-phantom - ___

- reaction to seeing wade's face

@lunagojo - romantic headcannon

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Peter parker

@deathlycupidd - princess parker

@fbfh - hc (stark!reader)

@sourcherryandsprinkles - ___

@beautifulbuckys - perfume allergy

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Moon knight

@iamcalmdammit - of dreams and nightmares

- like father, like daughter

@ashdreams2023 - steven grant with (winged!reader)

@imaginingmarvelandeverything - ___ (scarletwitch!reader)

@realworldsucksendhelp - i will always love you

@ijustwant2write - the necklace

@yoursecondfirstlove - little muffin pt.1

@steven-grants-anxiety - goodbye kisses

@owlls-n-phrxgs - anpu

@80pairsofcrocs - baby scarab 1

@theseawakes - ___(teen!reader)

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@mement0m0rri - i want you to feel safe

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- the moon boys getting a silent treatment

@captain039 - the gods with us

@fxckingghxst - Steven Grant has a crush on you

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@hellurbba - coffee and kisses

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- you looking out for steven

- forehead kisses

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- Moon Knight Boys Helping With Writer’s Block

- keep the secret?

- tastes like apple juice and peach

- he doesn't mind

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@bibli0thecary - perfect

@slightlypossessed - sleepy thief

@wysteria-clad - cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance

- calling the moon boys by their names prank

- not saying i love you back

- the unicorn sticker

- moon boys' reaction to seeing you casually naked for the first time

- our little thing

- when they decided you are 'The One'

- to build a home

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tyrannuspitch · 1 year

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mcu loki + the threefold death

but what am i even talking about when i say "threefold death", i hear no-one cry. well, i'm glad you didn't ask. let me explain.

the threefold death is a motif in indo-european mythology. (a hypothetical, possibly controversial one, but i'm talking about the mcu and the mcu has vikings in horned helmets, so anything goes.) essentially, a threefold death is just a death where you die by three methods simultaneously. in germanic mythology, the methods are typically hanging, drowning, and wounding.

the most notable threefold death in germanic mythology is odin's, where he hangs himself from the world tree, impales himself on a spear, and hangs there for nine days. (hypothetically, drowning was originally involved too, but it got lost somewhere along the way.) as a god, he sacrifices himself to himself, and this act wins him secret knowledge (the runes).

we do not see odin do anything remotely resembling this within the mcu. but you know what we do see? loki dying three times: in thor 1, thor 2, and infinity war.

let's break this down.

dying by three means

this is simple enough: just establishing that the motif is present.

loki falls from the rainbow bridge into the abyss of space. logically, he should suffocate; symbolically, space vikings have space as their equivalent to the sea. either way this death is drowning.

loki is run through with a sword on svartalfheim. no justification needed, this is literally death by wounding.

loki's neck is snapped by thanos as he is half-strangled and lifted into the air. there is no rope, but this death is otherwise indistinguishable from hanging.

hanging from the world tree

mythological odin hangs from the world tree: outside of the structure of the habitable universe, in the space between worlds. and similarly, mcu loki's three deaths each take place in uninhabitable liminal spaces, often spaces strongly associated with death.

the abyss is obviously space itself, but it's also a) where asgardians bury their dead, and b) asgard's equivalent to the wilderness. they have to pass through it every time they journey anywhere else, sticking strictly to the path; and it isn't miles away beyond the atmosphere - it starts exactly where civilisation stops.

svartalfheim is a dead world, and has been reduced to a featureless wasteland. in addition, all the nine realms are blurring together during the alignment.

the statesman is a refugee ship that arguably becomes a ghost ship. not only is it within the liminal space of uhhh space (see above), it carries a people who no longer have a home to return to, and most of them do not finish their journey. this leaves them eternally suspended in space, on a journey with no beginning and no end.

in addition: mythological odin was left hanging from the world tree for nine days. similarly, mcu loki is never given a proper burial. his body is lost in the abyss; then abandoned on svartalfheim; then irrecoverable in the wreck of the statesman.

i would argue that this is what allows him to keep coming back. he is left between worlds and, by his lack of funeral rites, between life and death.

self-sacrifice

mythological odin sacrifices himself willingly. mcu loki has a complicated relationship to sacrifice, but it is undeniable that all three of his deaths are at least somewhat self-inflicted.

in thor 1, loki attempts suicide.

in thor 2, loki is stabbed while saving thor.

in infinity war, loki dies trying to kill thanos.

the latter two also, arguably, have suicidal undertones. among other things, these also the only two occasions in any of the movies when loki verbally claims his jotun identity, which was a major factor in his original suicide attempt.

sacrifice of oneself, to oneself

mythological odin sacrifices himself to himself, not any higher power. mcu loki... doesn't quite do that.

the closest we get is his original suicide attempt: he's not trying to die "for" anyone; he's trying to escape. it's self-destructive, but not selfless - he is trying to spare himself further misery.

it is notable that this comes AFTER loki makes an attempt at genuine self-sacrifice to odin. he doesn't try to die, but he tries a proxy: destroying jotunheim. this is loki trying to kill the parts of himself that he hates, and trying to demonstrate total, perfect loyalty to asgardian supremacy. he's saying he will do anything for odin. he's not sacrificing himself to odin in the sense of dying for him, but in the sense of devoting himself to a god.

and crucially, odin rejects him. and loki realises that he cannot bear to live under odin's power any longer. so he chooses the only alternative he sees.

the next two deaths, however, ARE loki dying for his family (and asgard) once more. depending on your perspective, you could call this growth or regression.

on one hand, you could argue that loki originally felt he needed to sacrifice himself to odin to have any worth, but later rejects this and chooses to sacrifice himself for thor, purely because he loves him.

on the other hand, you could argue that this love is part of odin's conditioning of loki, and that the self-hatred is in fact still in play - and that it all still serves the throne of asgard in the end.

but whatever perspective you take, loki does continue to grapple with odin and defy him to at least some level. even in infinity war, he calls himself an odinson only days or weeks after destroying the seat of odin's empire. and both these deaths are also direct resistance to the odin-like imperialists malekith and thanos, and the genocides they want to commit.

it's not a straight-forward or pretty path - could a string of suicide attempts ever be? - but loki is trying to find his way towards freedom and a moral system of his own. he may not quite be sacrificing himself to himself, but he is trying to do something for himself.

secret knowledge gained

loki comes back different after every death, but none so much as his third death in infinity war. this time, he comes back in near-infinite forms, culminating in a) sylvie and b) "our" variant!loki.

yes, from sylvie and variant!loki's own perspectives, they come from before, not after, the events of infinity war. but from the TVA's and HWR's perspective, the whole of loki's life is something predetermined that plays out on a loop. it was already in HWR/kang's past before he discovered the multiverse and started the multiversal war, so it's foundational to the sacred timeline and the universe that the TVA controls.

(and also, of course, from the audience's perspective, the loki show happens after infinity war, and the show is meta enough that that really does count for something.)

therefore, it is only after infinity war/"the sacred timeline" has been established that loki can step outside the story and begin to rewrite it.

after the threefold death, loki is able to understand a fundamental truth about the universe and grapple directly with his fate.

and perhaps, if season two is kind us, he will find a path to free will that doesn't involve any more self-destruction. and a way to free the universe from the genocidal tyrants without bringing down the apocalypse.

any questions?

"those are three sequential deaths, not just one!" yeah maybe. but consider the following:

time is relative and these guys live for millennia. seven years isn't that long to them

loki is undead as fuck (1, 2), so you could argue that he IS dying for all seven years

all the deaths have similar circumstances and serve a similar purpose, so you can view them as one extended process.

"what do you think it means that mcu loki is taking on mythological odin's role?" i'm not entirely sure yet! here are some ideas:

odin pretends to be a hero, when he is actually a brutal imperialist. loki and thor both begin by mimicking the worst of him (by being imperialists and calling it heroism), but grow to make best of him real for the first time (by freeing the universe from tyrants)

you steal a baby, the baby steals from you. what did you expect.

"but isn't the loki show pro-TVA and therefore pro-fate?"

nope.

don't even get me started.

"you can't be telling me you actually liked infinity war"

i'm not trying to. i haven't even seen past the first fifteen minutes.

i have found a fun symbolic niche and there i shall make my home.

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merveiilles · 9 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚ ⁭ ✧. ┊┊ @sheldoney gets a thing!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓨ou don't exactly look like you're one of those... irritating heroes my brother hangs around with--❞ Loki calmly stated as he looked the lanky man once over from where he stood a few feet away. Prepared if he was indeed wrong about the man not being a hero, but he was pretty certain, having a decent memory of his own. Nonetheless, he was still bothersome thus far, and whether or not he was to be dealt with will be seen in time. ❝--Who are you?❞

#sheldoney #☆|| ch;; loki laufeyson #☆|| verse 01;; loki laufeyson #:☆: this was made especially for you! ( closed starters )#// hope this is okay <3

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peachyjinx · 2 years

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Sorry, this is sort of a slow burn, I guess?

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Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader]

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Eventual smut

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Chapter 3:

The Magic

Word count: 2,202

Summary: Training goes well with Loki.... until it doesn't. (I know I thought there'd be smut by now, but I'm sorry it won't happen till Ch 4 🙊)

Warnings: light angst and anxiety, some references to Reader being turned on

You had to refrain yourself from running to the training room this morning. You had begun arriving earlier to your lessons, and once you even got there before Loki. Your mind wandered as you happily walked towards your training room.

Loki seemed to be relaxing around the Avengers- maybe Thor was right about him being reformed. You smiled as you saw him arriving at the training room at the same time.

"Is that your new suit?" Loki asks, slowly looking over your body. You blush, feeling his eyes all over you.

"Yea, what do you think?", you ask faux confidently, one hand on your hip and spinning around.

"Oh it's very becoming on you, Darling", he smiles at you devilishly.

"Thanks," you smile back and feel your heart flutter.

Are you flirting with him? Stop that. No good can come from that.

“I brought you some brownies,” you set the box on a desk by the entrance to the room. "Not trying to be a teacher's pet or anything, but wanted to show my appreciation".

“While that is kind, it is wholly unnecessary. I am merely doing my duties as set forth by Odin," Loki says candidly.

You feel your face drop a bit. That’s right, he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to help you. He was being forced to teach you as part of his penance. Loki noticed the change of your expression.

“But thank you, Y/N, I am sure they are delicious”, he smiled warmly at you, resting his large hands on your shoulders and looking at you in earnest. That was the kindest tone he had used with you since you had met.

Why does he have to be so nice? Damnit. This is bad. It’s definitely a huge crush now.

“Yea no problem,” you shrugged and walked ahead of him, keying the code that unlocked your training room.

"What is a teacher's pet?", he continued.

"Oh it's like someone who sucks up to their teacher for extra points," you explained.

Loki hummed and looked you over again as the two of you walked inside.

Loki conjured a wooden chair in the middle of the room.

"What's this Loki?", you ask, as he walked ahead and turned to face you as he started all his lessons.

“You are progressing well, but I would like to see you using your powers in a less conventional and defensive method. Today you will be working more on creating fields around objects and moving them. In battle, this would enable you to prevent opponents from grabbing weapons or important devices," Loki explained.

“Oh, okay. That sounds difficult.”

“And it may be,” Loki walked toward you,”but I think that if you focus, you can accomplish this. I have faith in your abilities. From my teachings and observations, I believe your powers are not unlike magic, and can be manipulated as such..."

Loki stood behind you, grabbing your shoulders gently and pointing them towards the lone furniture in the room.

“The important piece for you is to let go of your powers more freely- do not be afraid of what gifts you possess. Now, I want you to concentrate on the chair,” he grabs your hips gently and straightens them, and uses his legs to separate yours into a wider stance. You feel sparks throughout your body as he touches you.

He is incredibly close now, his chest ghosting your back. He guides his large hand down your right arm stretching it out in front of your body. He gently grabs your wrist, and stops his movements. The moment feels like forever but also a millisecond. You can feel yourself getting hot, and your breathing is getting heavier, as your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest.

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck now, and you start to get goosebumps that trail up your arm to where Loki’s hand is. Loki’s breathing sounds like it's getting faster too. You can smell him now, too- a warm, spice smell combined with something natural...like pine? Your eyelids start to flit closed as you bask in the moment of being so close to him and feeling his touch, feeling turned on throughout your whole body.

"Did you hear me?" He asks, his voice sounding deeper, right by your ear. You hadn’t been listening. Had he kept talking? Was he feeling this too?

"Huh?", your eyes opened but you didn't move. Loki didn't move either.

"Did you hear me?", Loki repeated, quieter this time, as his hands and body remained perfectly still. He moves his nose slightly against the outside of your ear and you shudder. You feel a warmth flood in between your legs and all you want is him.

NO! Pay attention!!

You snap yourself out of it, take a sharp breath and blurt out, "Yup I've got this, just move the chair away from me."

You begin to focus on the chair, and not Loki’s hand on your forearm. You create a force field around the chair in a bubble, and move it forward slowly, a few inches at a time. It lifts to a foot off the ground, before it comes crashing back to the ground when your field disintegrates.

You let out a breath of relief.

"Wow", you whisper.

“See? Now then, was that so hard?”, Loki removes himself from your body as he steps back and you suddenly feel cold. You nodded, a bit relieved you were able to accomplish this test, but also disappointed he returned to a reserved state. His expression is aloof again. Sometimes you really had a hard time reading him.

“Let’s do that again, I want to watch you practice,” Loki steps back further and has you repeat the same action for the rest of the hour.

By the time the session was over, your arm ached- you had successfully moved the chair all over the training room. But you couldn't help but be bothered by that moment between you and Loki.

After the lesson, you rushed back to your apartment to take a cold shower, opting to skip the public showers.

While you were showering, you couldn’t help but think about the shitty predicament you are in, instead of the success of the training.

I'm definitely crushing on my teacher, this isn't good. Why does he have to be so good looking? Those eyes and that hair. That body. What I wouldn’t give for one night with him…

You're sure these feelings are just on your end. You feel so silly, he's a God and you're just a mutant who can't control her powers.

Luckily it's Friday, and you'll find something to distract you tonight, and then on Monday you'll act like it never happened.

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You had decided to have a movie night in the big living area in the tower. There was a big TV, comfy couches- even if you had no one to hang out with, it was nice to change things up. You made yourself some popcorn and settled in.

As you were picking out a movie that you knew would have no romance in it, Bucky walked in.

“Hey Champ, how’s it going?”, he greeted you.

“Oh just trying to distract myself from my life. What about you?”, you responded as you searched the services on the TV.

“Just looking for trouble. What are you watching?”, he sat down beside you as the credits started.

“An old scifi movie- not as old as you though,” you grinned at him. He elbowed you gently in the ribs.

“So, how are things going with the God of Mischief?”, he wiggled his eyebrows and grinned at you.

Just the mention of him made your stomach do flips.

“Well. Surprisingly well. I was able to move a chair in a shield today, so that was pretty cool,” you tried not to think about the moment between you and Loki. His hand on your arm…

“So you’re sticking around, then?”, Bucky cut off your thoughts.

“Well...yea, I think so? Do people want me here? I mean, I know I’m not a superspy or a supersoldier or a God, but-”

“Relax, doll,” Bucky laughed and interrupted you. “Yes, we like you, and would like you to stick around. But it’s not just our decision, we want you to want to stay here. Maybe start thinking about if you want to join the next mission”.

You could feel a tightness creeping over your chest. You were trying to escape everything tonight, not just the Loki issues. The question of “Could I be an Avenger?” frequently casted doubt in your mind. But Tony had given you your own suit, so that meant they wanted you, right?

“Okay. Can we just watch the movie so I don’t have to think about stuff?”, you whined at him.

“Of course, Y/N, just trying to make conversation. What’s got you all tense? Want some wine or beer or something?”, Bucky offered.

“Yes, wine please.” you said immediately. “Nothing in particular has me tense, just the fate of my life and all that."

Bucky chuckled.

“Okay, well if that’s all. I’ll grab us a drink, and then you can explain this movie to me.”

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him as he laughed and headed toward the fridge. You wish you could talk to someone about what was going on with you, with your feelings for Loki. You were afraid to even call your friends, in case Tony had tapped your phone.

For now, I’ll keep this all to myself and try to push these feelings down. Yup, it’ll be just fine.

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Something has changed, and you don’t know what. It's been a hard lesson today. You don't know what's going on with Loki, but he's been especially mean to you. Whatever connection you had shared last week was gone. He's acting cold and withdrawn. Not joking or laughing like he has been recently.

Today he's trying to get you to create a field around yourself during hand to hand combat, but it's not going well at all. You had been successful in the past, but Loki is attacking much faster today, and not letting up.

"AGAIN!" he shouted.

He’s never yelled at me before, what the hell is going on with him??

"But I'm exhausted. We've been at this for an hour, our lesson should be over!", you complained.

"If merely an hour exhausts you, then you are nothing but the puny mortal I had assumed you were. Did you learn nothing from last week?? You continue to repress your powers. Now do it again, and I want to see fierceness. Anger, fear, or anything that isn't this timid response you have been showing me," he spat.

Here it was, the other side of Loki that he hid under the facade of playfulness. His rage and frustration- and it was all pointed at you.

As you sparred you barely put shields up to protect yourself. As the match continued, Loki's attacks got fiercer, and your fields began to falter.

"HEY! You almost stabbed me!!" you screamed at him as a knife got dangerously close on a swing and you were unable to project a force field.

"Well if you weren't distracted by your own self pity, you would have produced a shield. I cannot have my pupil performing poorly, that is a reflection on me. I will NOT let you embarrass me in front of the others! Now, fighting stance and we will do it AGAIN," Loki demanded. He looks angry, tightly gripping a dagger in each hand and staring you down with a fierceness in his eyes. You realize you've had enough.

"NO- FUCK THIS! I don't know what's got you so pissy today, but I don't have to put up with it!", you yelled at him, panting heavily. Your chest hurt and your lungs felt like they were on fire. You didn't notice how much your body hurt until you stopped moving. You glared at him, and he returned with an icy stare. You heart sunk, he was all you had thought about for weeks and now he was treating you terribly.

You walked out, ending the lesson and happy to not be in the same room with him.

You went straight to your room to seclude yourself for the rest of the day.

I've been thinking about this guy for weeks, bake him brownies, and then he tries to kill me? What the hell is wrong with him? What an absolute asshole!

You hated that all you could think about was Loki. You thought that maybe there was something between you two. Or maybe it was all in your head. But this was overwhelming, and you needed a break, some space between you two. You decide to text him:

"Loki, I need the rest of the week off from lessons."

He responds nearly immediately:

"Okay."

Your heart sinks that he doesn't apologize or say anything else. You grab a pint of ice cream and sit on your couch to sulk and watch TV.

Chapter 4- The Dinner

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