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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months
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Hangover Remedy
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: fluff, bad hangover
Summary: There's nothing worse than having a hangover went he air conditioning is broken on a hot summer day. Luckily, Loki is around to help cool you down.
Squares Filled: hangover (2023) for @lokibingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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The sun is peeking into your room like the menace she is. Get up, Y/N! Time to get the hell up and do something productive! You can practically hear her yell at you, and the sunlight seems to shine brighter at the thought. You groan and turn away from the window not having enough energy to get out of bed and close the curtains.
What the hell happened last night? You have a pounding headache and achy body. Tony threw a party at the compound and invited everyone he knew. Thor came over with alcohol from Asgard. Everyone knows you. They knew if he presented you with alcohol from Asgard, you’d challenge him to a drink off. You’re never the one to back down from a challenge even though everyone told you to.
Now you have a raging headache and an aching body because of it.
If you’re going to combat this hangover then you have to at least get out of bed. You roll your body off the side of the bed and plant your feet firmly on the ground. With all your strength, you stand up. The headache seems to get worse at higher elevation but you deal through the pain. Not only do you have to deal with a nasty hangover, it’s unbearably hot. Sweat sticks to your skin making your clothes cling to your body.
You walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth. If you’re not going to do anything today, you have to at least do that. You shuffle down the hallway to the kitchen where Tony is. He’s making something to eat and looks up when he hears you come in.
“We thought you were dead,” he chuckles.
“Shh.” You close your eyes and hold your finger up to silence him. “You’re too loud.” You open the fridge and grab a cold bottle of water. You chug half of it. “Turn the air on, would ya?”
“No can do. The air conditioning unit is busted.”
“You’re Tony Stark. How can your air conditioning be broken?”
“Since you’re the one who overloaded Friday when you sprayed alcohol all over the motherboard.”
“Sorry,” you wince.
“Tell that to everyone else. I’m outta here. I’m going to Pepper’s house where it’s cold. The repair guy is coming later today to fix it.”
Tony grabs a water bottle and leaves the kitchen. You sigh and walk into the living room to see Loki sitting on the couch reading a book. If he knows you’ve entered the room he doesn’t show it. You walk over to the couch and sit next to him, and he peeks at you from over the top of the book.
“Rough night?” he smirks.
“Shut up.”
“I told you not to outdrink Thor. You weren't going to win.”
“Scold me tomorrow. Right now, I need total silence.”
Loki goes back to reading his book while you lean your head on the back of the couch. It’s still uncomfortably hot inside the compound so there’s not a position on the couch that feels good. Since you and Loki are on the same couch, every movement you exert makes him move. He sighs in frustration and lowers his book.
“Stop moving.”
“It’s hot in here.” You use your hands to shift on the couch when you feel something cool radiate onto your hand. You touch Loki’s arm which is cold to the touch. “You’re freezing!”
“One of the perks of being a Frost Giant, love.”
You don’t think twice about what you’re about to do. You immediately cling to his side and allow his skin to cool your own. He hates other people touching him but when he sees the content look on your face, he decides that maybe this isn’t so bad. He shifts on the couch to make it more comfortable for the both of you, and he wraps an arm around your body. He opens his book back up and continues to read as if you’re not there.
His cool skin and your raging hangover are enough to make you fall back asleep. You stay like this for the rest of the afternoon. Before the sun sets, Thor, Tony, and Steve come back from wherever they are with laughter in the air and smiles on their faces. Loki glares at them from across the room which makes them stop in their tracks.
“If one of you wakes her up, I’m stabbing all three of you.”
“He’s serious,” Thor whispers. “We should go.”
Loki smirks at their retreating figures and smiles when he feels you snuggle closer to him.
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mischief2sarawr · 2 months
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Reading List January 2024 📖
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Welcome back, my loves!
There goes my plan to be on time with posting this year. But I'm very happy to have you all back here with me - very close to 500 of you lovelies 🥹Hopefully your start in 2024 went better so far and you're doing well ❤️
January kinda felt a bit more quiet on here in comparison to the last few months so the list is a bit shorter, but there was still enough worth to discover or continue reading.
So enjoy my list of the month, leave nice comments on your favorite stories and most importantly, feel hugged 🫶
I adore you.
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↪︎ Previous reading lists & writer recommendations
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Thrown | @maple-seed | ongoing
The two lovers cherish their time together with a camping trip, returning to the mountain still lingering in Lokis mind for a night of stargazing. And as we're nearing the end of this wonderful story, Loki contemplates the past and hopeful future that awaits ♥️
Freedom & Forgiveness | @darkserenity24 | ongoing
I don’t think I’ve ever been in favor of murder as much while reading - just when tiny progress is being made and everything calms down a bit, our girl gets hit with more from Jacob, the psycho. I don’t wanna spoil too much but it’s really time Loki is allowed to deal with this by himself 😤
Déchire | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 | ongoing
Brace yourselfs, people, for this might kill you with it's smut We venture to Asgard with Loki, who chose us as his breeding partner for the time of his heat. Now I mean it, the combination of a breeding kink and Loki in his Jotun form has already enough potency to make me melt, only increasing when we also increase the amount of Lokis wanting to claim us 🔥
Time & the Trickster | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 | ongoing
Admit it, we all needed a Loki/Dr. Who crossover in our lifes! This new story takes the theme of time both universes revolve around and casts the Doctor as well as Loki in our own universe, where they are nothing but fiction. While being stranded in a police holding cell after wandering the streets of New York without his clothes, Loki gets to know his fellow inmate Joey, who first believes him to be Tom Hiddleston. After convincing his sister to bail them both out, Loki starts convincing them of his true identity and need for help to get back 👏 ✨
When everything's made to be broken | @use-your-telescope | ongoing
Theo slowly starts to feel comfortable with her place in the team and grows more and more close with Loki - until a mission goes awfully wrong and the god of thunder is fighting for his life. While giving her all trying to save Thor, Loki starts to break because of the fear of losing his brother, causing him to lash out and hurt Theo with his words. 🥺
Follow the Crow | @gigglingtiggerv2 | ongoing
We got another incredible and unique story on our hands! Time can get kinda murky, especially around events like Asgards destruction during Ragnarok. With Fenris still not finished, Loki as one of the remaining gods and freed from his prison has to try to take back control of the events by finding the "Anywhen" - while in search for a guide he comes across Dee, who really just tries to keep her life together after losing her parents. I'm so excited to see where this all goes ✨
Would've Could've Should've | @muddyorbsblr | ongoing
Loki fears he might loose his love, after a careless comment about the stability of their relationship from Thor. Reader starts distancing herself more and more, until an alumni event at her college brings back bad memories from her time there which still have a grip on her 🫣
A Court of Mischief and Purpose | @smolvenger | ongoing
After the season finale of this story concludes with us having to leave with our former fiancé Will and go back to earth, we never planned on giving up to get back to our friends and choosen husband Loki. We're taking the next steps to enact our revenge while biding our time and getting back into the good graces of our town with performing a miracle ✨
Afterglow | @fictive-sl0th | ongoing
We've reached the season finale! During a night at the club with Bucky, involving a lot of teasing and disagreement with the also present God of Mischief, things turn dangerous when Reader is being seperated from them and threatened by dangerous people - with no help in sight her only chance is to try to save herself 🫣
Worthy | @xalygatorx | completed ☑️
I finally finished binging this amazing story about Cora, who finds herself involved with heros as well as norse gods after she picked up Mjolnir basically by accident! Catching Lokis attention, he takes her with him, starting a journey through the realms and changing the future for the better ♥️
Breath of the Aesir | @chantsdemarins | ongoing
My talented friend has already proven how incredible they can capture an abstract future where even gods are animated by artificial intelligence - now we switch completely for this story and find us in medieval times! We follow our Reader, who is awaiting her husbands return at her manor, when a mysterious and injured man shows up at her door and she decides to try and save him - without even knowing that the now powerless god because of disagreeing with the other norse gods life is now in her hands. 🥺
Dirty Work | @darkficsyouneveraskedfor | ongoing
My favorite Dark! Loki writer is at it again and brought me a new guilty pleasure I’m looking forward to every day these past weeks 😮‍💨 Lovingly nicknamed Cinder, our girl found herself at a new job as a maid for her demanding boss Mr. Laufeyson. Coming from a terrible family situation with a father who has not a single nice thing to say to her, our quiet girl still tries to do everything right all the time, even as the intensity of Lokis demands increases more and more.. 👀
A Hollow Promise | @olet-lucernam | ongoing
A special new discovery is this story, where Loki while being imprisoned by SHIELD encounters his new guard for the time being. The woman ignites turmoil in him, who seems somehow familiar even though that should be impossible - just as impossible as lying to her, for she can always recognize when a lie is being told and can’t tell one herself. Very beautifully written, to me it’s almost poetic and I can’t wait to read more ♥️
The Old Gods and the New | @mrs-illyrian-baby | ongoing
It seems like we're finally able to catch a break and retreat to Lokis hideaway after the run in with Lugh. While Loki helps us to train our magic more and rewards us for our bravery, the questions about recent events and their connection to people from the past still hangs in the air.
Prince Loki's Favorite Maid AU | @mrs-illyrian-baby | ongoing
What can I say, who doesn't love a Loki and his maid AU! While it can be a demanding job to serve a god, there is a lot that makes it all worthwhile - not only sexual pleasure, but also the pleasure of seeing Loki staking his claim to you 😮‍💨
The Villain’s Weapon | @simplyholl | ongoing
In the latest chapter Lokis continues lying to himself about why wants to keep us around - but when we finally join him in fighting and encounter the Avengers again a situation arises that shows he might care more than he’s been willing to admit 🤭
Linden Leaves | @buttercupcookies-blog | ongoing
A fellow lurker decided to start posting her story! For now we only got the first chapter that starts out with the ending of the events on Svartalfheim. Not accepting his brothers death, Thor takes his body with him. Get in early on this story, where Loki will be given a second chance but struggles to find where his place is in the world - until he meets the princess from Alfheim being kept safe on Asgard.
Very Full | @mischiefandmedicine | ongoing
And a final new story that's just beginning! I quite like the concept here and it caught my attention immediately, I think you should check it out as well! Unlike most fics I read instead of a Reader, we jump into the plot with Loki who ended up at the end of time as guardian of the universe. Unexpectedly a visitor shows up, demanding answers - Saoirse, his daughter, seeking retribution for her mother's absence.
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@lokisgoodgirl
A Quiet Storm
Believe me
@muddyorbsblr
A Helping Hand
@mochie85
I'll follow you
@ijuststareatstuffhereok89
A Damsel's Debt
@divine-knight-hand
Being followed
@hunny-beann
Worship; Devastation
@glitchquake
Blue Jeans
@lokis-little-fawn
Bad Dragon
@darkserenity24
Strong
@cosmic0artist
Injury and Intrigue
@give-me-a-moose
Feline Finesse
Gladiator
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I hope you‘ll find something new for your own reading list & if you do, please don’t forget to reblog the fics of these amazing writers to support them :)
If I made a mistake somewhere, please tell me, I'm quite the chaotic person 🫶
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megamindsecretlair · 4 months
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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 10
Chapter 9 Chapter 11
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some smut. ANGST. PIV, dirty talk, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence. Brief mention of suicidal ideation in a joking manner (It's never funny, please seek help), Soft Loki, bit of fluff and cute domestic things.
Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. Loki is nothing if not a man on a mission to not only win your heart but also make some headway about this saboteur.
Word Count: 4,789k
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A/N: I miss the Loki show already! I missed you lovelies! Something about this man just eats me alive. I can't believe we're halfway there to the end! Thank you so much for continuing to ride for this series! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!
Taglist: @cantstayawaycani @braverthanthenewworld @monaeesstuff @chaos-4baby @dayjlovesromance @soft-persephone @mybonafidefeelings @nerdieforpedro @browngirldominion
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“Are you alright, Darling?” 
He knew fuck well you were not alright. True to his word, there was plenty more to come. Loki had stamina for days, waking you up periodically through the night so he could thrust back into you and deliver more orgasms. 
You moaned as he laid you on your left side, facing a mirror you hadn’t known was there. It figured that he’d have a full length mirror right next to the bed, the vain prick. 
He slipped back in and pressed his chest to your back. His face was near your ear so you heard every moan and sigh that escaped his beautiful mouth. “Look at us, Darling,” Loki moaned.
You opened your eyes and looked at the picture of you two. Loki was pressed into you, your right leg held up by his hand and pulled open for him to move inside of you. He had slowed his strokes so that they were deep and full. You felt every glide and every inch of him. 
“Gods,” you moaned. Your pleasure had been driven to heights you only read about. He kept you in a perpetual state of bliss. You almost didn’t mind the lack of sleep. If you were being awakened for dick, could you really complain? 
“Right here, Darling,” Loki said. He kissed your cheek and looked at your face in the mirror. You looked as well. You were thoroughly fucked out. Your hair was a mess, deep lines on your skin from the pillows and sheets. Your lips were swollen from all of his kisses. You were marked and claimed by him.
Your eyes traveled to him. His hair was all over the place, slicked back too many times in his desperate need to keep it from his face. You left deep, red welts on his shoulders and back from the times that he hit your G-spot and you were unprepared. 
After each time, he whispered, “one more”, and you were unable to form a denial. You wanted to please him. You wanted that look on his face. The face he was making now. As if in between your thighs was the closest to Valhalla he’ll get for now.
The wet squelches from your combined fucking was still like sweet music to your ears. It drove your arousal higher, pushed you to sink onto his dick hungrily. Greedily. Your pleasure built in your belly, cresting higher and higher. You raced after it, pulling it within your grasp.
“Oh Loki, Loki,” you moaned as the wave moved over you. You moaned his name over and over as your body jerked and twisted. 
Loki kissed your neck and cheek. He moaned your real name as he released himself inside of you for the hundredth time that night. Loki placed soft kisses to your shoulder and back as he softened and pulled himself out of you.
He dropped down onto the bed, out of breath and wrung out. You couldn’t move an inch. You panted and heaved as you looked at yourself post orgasm. You felt beautiful and sinful. You felt seen in ways you hadn’t for the past five years. He helped you do that. But it was still you. 
The parts of you that you hid deep down inside were still there. You weren’t broken. It wasn’t too late to become that woman again. You smiled tiredly at your reflection. Earth may not be Asgard, but Asgard had always been its people. And you were still here.
A warm cloth between your legs made you yelp. You were incredibly sensitive. One more fucking round and you’d simply die. Loki chuckled and kissed you while he cleaned you up. He toyed with you, going extra slow around your clit. You groaned.
“No more, please,” you begged.
Loki chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “I had five years to make up for, Darling,” he said.
“Liar. You didn’t start the club until a year after we arrived,” you said.
“And I wanted you before even then,” he said.
That did give you enough strength to roll over and face him. He faced you, head resting on his elbow, as he looked you in the eyes. 
“Bullshit,” you said. 
“All these years and you still don’t think I’m capable of the truth,” he said and shook his head. His finger idly traced patterns across your belly and thighs. You watched him closely to make sure he wasn’t trying to get you going again. Seriously, you couldn’t.
“You’re capable when it suits you,” you said.
“And it suits me now. You were in town, shopping, and I was securing my permits. I left the building and you were across the street, talking to the baker. You wore…a blue dress. Sandals. Hair pulled up and I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen,” he said. 
You stared at him. You thought back to the dozens of times you went to the baker. He was Asgardian and made the pastries you liked. You were working a dead end job you hated, wishing for something more. The pastries were a luxury you really couldn’t afford but you couldn’t resist. 
“You remember that?” You asked. You usually had more situational awareness. Loki held a presence unlike any other. You’d be able to pick him out of a thousand clones. But you hadn’t realized he was on the street.
You assumed the princes were off doing…whatever princes did when there was no throne to rule from. Meetings, logistics, and the like. 
“How could I not?” He asked. “I remembered that the only thing I wanted to do was talk to you. But you looked so sad. And the pastries brought you such comfort. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said.
Now, you sat up and turned towards him. His hand moved down to your hip, still tracing patterns. “Since when do you care about interrupting?” 
Loki smiled. “The way you speak about me, I’d think I was a monster,” he said with a cheeky wink. 
You rolled your eyes. “You’re not getting free compliments, so stop,” you said.
He grinned. “I stood there and looked at you. When you left, the sadness returned. I figured we were all still recovering from Thanos, so the last thing you needed was a failed prince to bother you,” he said.
You narrowed your eyes at him. You rubbed your head. There was just…no way that he saw you when you hadn’t known he was there. It bordered on stalking the way you would yearn for any glimpse of him every time you got to attend a feast at the palace. The way you would crane your neck and watch, transfixed, as he strolled in with shorter hair and his brother. 
He was always smiling, always grinning, always moving around without a care in the world. You used to pray to the gods that he’d look your way just once and see you. He never did of course. Too busy looking at Thor. Everyone always did. 
“So when I came in for the job and you hired me on the spot?” 
“I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you every day,” he said. 
“Loki! Did I get it because I was qualified or you wanted some ass?” You asked. You smacked his shoulder. He moved back as if you put any real weight behind it. He grinned at you.
“Because you were qualified. I am a reputable business owner and wanting a chance at that sweet, sexy pussy of yours would be against policy,” he said. Straight face and everything. 
You were probably going to have to see a doctor from all the squinting you were doing. This was insane. But…you chose to believe him. He could come up with a better lie than that. So…it had to be the truth. He did see you and wanted you way before you thought. 
Heat pulsed through you and you sank down onto the bed, feeling giddy. This was so silly. It was like you had a crush all over again. But you probably never really grew out of it where he was concerned. 
“Okay, I choose to believe you,” you said.
He leaned down and kissed your breast. “I’m glad,” he said.
“Don’t you start!” You said, moving away from him. He scooted closer. 
“I seem to recall you agreeing that I could have you whenever and wherever?” 
You were on the edge of the bed and there was no more room left to run. Loki crowded your personal space and kissed you, at his leisure, his hand back on your hip.
“That was the heat of the moment, can’t stand up in human court,” you murmured as he kissed along your jaw.
He nipped at your jaw and you hissed from the bite of pain. “Verbal contracts are still binding, Darling. You know that,” he said.
“Fine, twist my arm,” you said. 
Loki grinned. “I will have mercy just this once. But make no mistake. I will make good on my promises,” he said.
“Threats more like it,” you said. You tried to give him a stern look. But he was so damn cute laying there with his dark hair, in his home that smelled uniquely like him. You were truly in trouble here.
“Is it still a threat if I threaten you with pleasure?” He asked.
“How are you still capable of moving? I want to sleep for a week,” you said. Even now as you spoke and moved, you were thoroughly sore. The places that he gripped you were raw with his fingerprints. The places that he suckled and kissed you were patches of soreness. Your pussy still throbbed from all the pleasure wrung out of you. It was a miracle you were still awake.
“I have longed for this, Darling. I do not wish to see it end so soon,” he said. He didn’t look at you as he said it. Instead, his eyes were focused on caressing your hip. 
“Hey,” you said. You nudged him until he dragged his eyes from your hip. “No more running. I want this and I want you,” you said.
Loki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. This man really had no idea, did he? He could spin a thousand tales and you’d still want him. Crave him. Lo-like him. You bit your lip at that mental slip. 
“What’s wrong?” Loki asked.
You kissed him instead of answering. You ran your tongue across his lips. He moaned as his hand clutched your hip. “Thought you were done?” 
“Can’t I kiss you without it turning to more?” You asked.
“Never,” he said. 
You rolled your eyes. Your stomach chose that moment to rumble. Loudly. You buried your face in his shoulder with a groan. He only laughed. 
“I have been a poor host. I will make something for us,” he said. He kissed your head and ordered you to stay there while he left the room. You watched his ass as he moved about flawlessly. You couldn’t, you simply couldn’t, but damn if he didn’t make you want to hop back on his dick and ride him until sunrise.
You were almost asleep when he entered the room carrying a tray. On it, there was french toast, bacon, and eggs. “You didn’t have to make all of this!” 
“Yes, I did,” he said. He placed the tray on the bed and you shared the meal, talking about nothing and everything. After, you relaxed against the bed and talked some more until you were both too tired to keep moving your jaws. If only you could communicate by mind. 
You both climbed under the covers and you fell asleep in his warm embrace, content for the first time in ages.
In the morning, you slowly awoke to soft light coming through his curtains. Loki sighed and pulled you closer. You smiled and snuggled into him. 
“Careful, Darling,” he said.
Holy hell, if you thought his voice was sexy before? His sleep-rough voice would melt your panties if he hadn’t torn them off of you. While you wanted to tease him, you also knew that you couldn’t follow through. So you settled down and kissed his arm around you.
“Good morning, Loki,” you said sweetly.
“Good morning, Darling,” he said with a soft chuckle. He kissed the back of your head.
“Oh no,” you said. Dread pooled in your gut as you thought about the new day and what it meant. What the hell were you going to tell your crew? You could hear Honey’s laughter now. 
“What is it?” He asked.
“What are we going to tell everyone?” You asked.
“We can say however much you want or how little you want. But they will know you’re mine,” he said. He tightened his grip around your middle to emphasize his point. You rolled your eyes even though you squealed on the inside.
“Loki, be serious. What are you gonna do? Fuck me with the door open again?” 
“If I please,” he said. You could hear the grin in his voice and you rolled your eyes again. He really was incorrigible. 
“Loki…” You groaned. He didn’t understand. The rules for him were different from the rules for you. He was a god and could do damn well whatever he pleased. You on the other hand, people would only assume what you asked last night. Did you get the job on your knees or on your back? 
“It matters not. We’re not going in today anyway,” Loki said. 
You rolled over and he peeked at you. “We’re going to into town to speak with the King. She might know who we’re dealing with.”
“Why would she know?” You asked. 
“I’ve been looking at the cards left behind by our saboteur. Only two, same card stock. Magically created. The King was the foremost expert in Asgardian security, she might shed some light.” 
You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nice to see you were resting while we sorted out the rooms,” you said.
He smiled and shrugged. “Seize the day. We could make a day of it,” he said.
“Loki, are you asking me on a date?” You asked.
“No. You’ll know when I’m asking you on a date. But I would like your company on this errand,” he said. 
You sighed and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was so damn infuriating. And yet…
“How am I supposed to get home without any clothes?” You asked.
Loki grinned and pulled back the covers to look at your naked body. His blue eyes got wider, taking you all in. You squirmed beneath his perusal. 
“Is it my fault you showed up without any clothes?” 
“I wasn’t expecting you to rip them off of me,” you said.
“You offer me a present and I don’t get to unwrap it? That hardly seems fair,” he said. He pouted and you slapped his shoulder with a laugh. 
“I’m being serious, Loki,” you said.
“As am I. Besides, can’t you conjure clothes?” Loki asked.
“What? No. I can only conjure weapons,” you said.
He looked at you and frowned. “Have you ever tried?” 
You opened your mouth to tell him of course you had, but…well, shit, have you? You had an affinity for weapons and that was all you ever knew. It didn’t occur to you to try different constructs. 
“I can’t remember,” you said.
“While we’re on about it, is that the only magic you know how to do? Are you more in-line with my power?” 
You scooted closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. “No one can compare to the oh so powerful, oh so dreadful, the charming and devilishly handsome god, Loki,” you said. You peppered kisses in between your words and Loki’s face lit up with delight. You could get used to him like this. Happy and open and carefree. You really liked seeing this side of him. 
“Flattery gets you everywhere, Darling. But I think we should make some time to see what you can do,” he said.
You shrugged. Why not? 
“In the meantime…” Loki got out of bed and held his hand out to you. He pulled you into the bathroom where he pleaded for, “just one more”, and you couldn’t resist him. Afterwards, he conjured a brand new black suit for him and a black plaid dress for you, with green and gold lines intersecting. He even conjured you up some kick ass boots that gave you some height but still nowhere near him.
He looked over your outfit with a manic gleam in his eyes. “Down boy!” 
He pouted as you left his place and walked towards your car. You offered to drive you into town and he refused. Something about being a proper host. Instead, he had his own car. A sleek truck that was too tall for you to climb into. He helped you into the passenger seat and then soon, you were on your way into town.
Once in town, he parked on the outskirts and you walked towards the main City building. People were bustling about doing their shopping. Tourists were in town sharing jokes and ales with the local Asgardians. It was…sweet to see everyone hanging out and talking and getting along. You missed this.
“Come along, Darling,” Loki said. He kept his hands in his pockets as you walked towards the City building. His shoulders hunched forward. Guess there will be no holding hands today. Was he the holding hands type? You weren’t sure. Why did you want to hold his hand anyway? It was stupid and childish.
You clenched your hands into fists and walked beside him. He held the door for you as you went inside. The atmosphere inside the building was homey and comfortable. A far cry from the glitz and glamor of the palace back home.
You looked towards Loki. Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he missed Asgard as much as everyone else. Except, he had no one to tell that to. He did so much shit trying to bring it down, embarrass Odin or Thor, or cause mischief. Maybe he thinks people won’t want to hear how he misses it.
Loki made a beeline towards the main hall. Inside, aides rushed to and fro as King Valkyrie sat at the head of the table. She looked positively miserable. 
She was gorgeous as always. Flawless skin, locs twisted up in a lazy hairdo, and a smart suit to rival Loki’s black one. He made his look classy and debonaire. She made hers look painted on, effortless, and sexy. 
She looked up as the brown uniform doors closed behind you. She smirked at you but her eyes turned icy towards Loki. 
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Her smooth voice called out. 
Loki smiled and opened his arms. The picture of innocence. Right. Like cats are innocent. 
“We have a dilemma that I was hoping you could help with,” Loki said.
“Is the club not keeping you busy enough as is?” King Valkyrie asked.
Gods, she was gorgeous. You were nervous as hell. On Asgard, you were lucky to attend a few feasts. You never would have gotten that close to the family, let alone Odin himself. To be this close to King Valkyrie was nerve wracking.
Loki produced the two cards with “Remember” and “Vengeance” written on it. The King stood up and took the cards from his hand. She turned them over and looked at Loki.
“What of it?” She asked.
“Do you recognize anything about it? Anything at all? There’s a…saboteur at the club,” Loki admitted. 
The King walked around the open space, light from the windows hitting her coral skin. She studied the two cards as she moved around, humming to herself. “A saboteur? You say?” She asked.
She walked closer to you and looked at you. “What do you think?” 
Your words died in your throat. You looked towards Loki who nodded. Like that fucking did anything. You took a deep breath. “Causing a lot of issues for us. It’s annoying. No one’s gotten hurt that much. But enchanting our customers, one of our performers’ legs went through the floor, and switched our rooms around,” you explained.
“Heavy magic involved. All to mess with…you,” the King turned towards Loki and pointed. 
“We know that already. But why the cards? My enemies are usually more direct,” Loki said.
“Now that you mention it, I’ve heard some of the locals talk about legends around here. But those are just stories,” King Valkyrie said. She moved back towards the windows and looked at the cards.
“What kind of legends?” Loki asked.
“Just stories, I’m sure.”
Loki smiled and rolled his neck. “My King, I am very desperate to catch this person.” 
King Valkyrie looked at you and made a surprised face. Yeah, you thought you’d drop dead before you heard those words from his lips. You supposed this was getting to Loki more than he let on. Once you had him to yourself again, you were going to make him talk to you. Keeping all this shit bottled up was going to eat him alive.
“Fine,” King Valkyrie said. She hopped onto the table and faced them. “There is a legend around here of a disfigured man who used to live up on the hill where the club now resides. The locals treated him as you would expect, horribly. They harassed the poor man until he went insane. They wouldn’t let him sleep. Kids would jangle chains outside his bedroom windows at night.”
As she spoke, you swore the clouds chose that exact moment to blot out the sun. The room turned a shade darker. Shadows played across King Valkyrie’s features. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she had magic of her own. 
“You haven’t heard the chains yet, have you?” She asked.
You and Loki looked at each other and then at her. You shook your heads at the same time. 
“Good, that’s good. Well, you see, more bad things happened to this man until he vowed to take revenge on every living descendant who dared bother him. He prayed to the gods to make him as strong as Odin, as clever as Loki, and as bold as Thor,” she continued.
You stepped forward, engrossed in the story. That poor man. You couldn’t imagine being hounded like that. Your heart ached for him.
“I have no beef with a disfigured man from human history,” Loki said.
“Your club sits on his land. You mock him with your den of sin. His home. You flaunt your pretty boy looks and lure unsuspecting tourists to your club,” King Valkyrie said and shrugged. “Remember? Vengeance?” She waved the cards around.
Loki sighed and approached her, taking the cards out of her hands. “What’s the real story?” 
King Valkyrie broke into laughter and clapped her hands. “How did you know?” 
You gasped and looked towards the King. You quickly shut your mouth and made your face blank. You would not admit to anyone that you fell for her story. Hey, she was a freakin’ Valkyrie who told a good story. You’d believe her too.
“I am the God of Mischief,” Loki said. He tucked the cards into his coat pocket. 
King Valkyrie sighed. “Fine. It’s so dreadfully boring here. For the cards, I am stumped, same as you. Never came across the like. You might want to speak to Heimdall,” King Valkyrie said.
Loki hissed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him in silent questioning.
“Loki thinks Heimdall is still pissed about slipping his gaze,” the King supplied.
“Why am I not surprised,” you muttered. Loki shrugged with a smirk. You had no idea what you were going to do with this man. You walked over to him, careful to keep your distance, and looked him in the eye.
“Are we not desperate? What can Heimdall do now?” You asked.
“Do not underestimate him,” Loki said. 
Okay, you two definitely needed to sit down somewhere and discuss whatever the hell you’re missing there. You needed all of the gossip, like right now. You gave Loki a pointed look and he sighed.
“Fine, fine. Let’s go, Darling,” Loki said.
“Hey, come back and visit anytime. Bring a drink next time! Or a bloody sword to end my life,” King Valkyrie called after you.
You turned back and waved to the King and then felt incredibly stupid for doing so. You inwardly groaned. She’d never invite you back if you continued to do weird shit.
Loki stopped outside of the City building, frozen to the spot. You nudged him. He stared off into the distance, barely acknowledging your presence.
“Loki? What is it?” You asked.
Loki’s jaw clenched, continuing to stare off. You followed his line of sight, squinting into the sun. Some distance away, at a pub, Thor was pushed out of the doorway. He was laughing with someone, slapping the smaller man on the back. Each slap of his massive paw caused the man to bowl forward.
You hissed as you took in the state of your prince. He was chubby, wearing…checkered pajama pants that looked dirty and a sweat-stained sweatshirt. His once golden hair was now flaxen like wheat, thick beard unkempt and matted. 
“Oh,” you sighed. You hadn’t thought…you had no idea…
You looked towards Loki. He stared at his brother across the way, guilt etched into his features. Again, you felt out of the loop but that was for another time. You wrapped your hand around Loki’s arm. You nudged him.
“Hey,” you said softly. Loki shook himself as if emerging from a trance. He smiled at you.
“Come, we’ll see Heimdall tomorrow,” he said. He put his head down and started walking forward. You stopped him and moved until you could look at his face.
“Don’t you want to say hi to your brother?” You asked.
“Stay out of it, Darling,” Loki said. 
“But, he’s right there. Clearly hurting. How long has he been like this?” You asked.
“Leave it,” Loki said.
“But shouldn’t we help him? Has he talked to anyone–”
“I said, drop it, Darling! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. None! He’s…fine. He’s grieving like the rest of us,” Loki snapped.
You took a step back from the vehemence in Loki’s sapphire eyes. “Darling–”
You lifted a hand. “I’ve tolerated a lot of shit from you, Loki. But you don’t ever speak to me like that.” 
“I’m sorry–” 
You lifted another hand. “I’ll find my own way home,” you said. 
“Please,” he said. He called your name and you turned away from him. You will not let this man see more of your tears. You knew on a rational level that he was not mad at you. It wasn’t personal. But that was no excuse to talk to you like that. You were asking an innocent question.
You looked toward Thor once more. He had a bottle of ale in his hand and he was stumbling down the road. The town drunk. You won’t presume to know what happened there or why he was like this now. It’s not like you two were friends or that you had checked up on him these past five years.
You’d asked about him plenty of times, since Loki always seemed so down after going into town. You assumed that sometimes he saw his brother. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he spent these past five years hiding like everyone else. Trying to pick up the pieces left behind in Thanos’ wake. 
What did you know? Besides, Loki needed to cool down and you did not want to be around him right now. You were liable to truly hurt his feelings. Your own anger simmered. One night of bliss and it turned into such a shit show. 
You mentally kicked yourself. You knew sleeping with him was a mistake. Sex only ever complicated things and it was bullshit. Thinking with your pussy rather than your head. You kept your head down for five fucking years and threw it all away, for what? For one night of sexual gratification? 
Ugh. You were disgusted with yourself. You crossed your arms and walked down the road. You were aware of Loki’s gaze on you but you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to deal with this shit. You didn’t ask for it. And you certainly didn’t ask to babysit Loki’s hangups. 
You walked home more confused and angry than you knew what to do with. How could you face him now? How did you begin to fix this? Whatever the hell this was?
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A Gift for Loki - Summary
Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.
Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.
Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.
Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.
Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.
This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.
Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.
Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn
Chapters Index 👇🏼
*Contains SMUT
1. Prologue*
2. When Opportunity Knocks*
3. The Message*
4. Denial*
5. The Lost Prince
6. Ill-prepared
7. Meeting Sigyn
8. Doubt*
9. Family Dinner
10. Paths Not Taken
11. The Betrothal Feast
12. Discoveries
13. The Chase
14. Heart to Heart
15. A Token*
16. The Best Man
17. A Kingly Visit
18. Home*
19. Seeing
20. Oh, Brother
21. Fond Farewells- Part One*
22. Fond Farewells- Part Two*
23. The Bachelor Party
24. Brother Mine
25. Reunion
26. Unexpected
27. Sigyn's Virtue
28. Sera's Trials
29. Bed Rest*
30. Purpose
31. The Wedding
32. The Reception
33. His Goddess*
34. Epilogue*
A Gift for Loki One-Shots
The Gift of the Sun* The Gift of Distraction* The Gift of Distraction - Part Two*
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blackleatherjacketz · 5 months
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Veritas: Chapter 3
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Loki x Female Reader
Summary: Loki convinces you to take things into your own hands.
Warnings: 18+ Only!, Mature Content, Explicit Smut, Manipulation, Praise Kink, Verse Loki, Power Bottom Loki, Soft Dom Loki?, Kissing, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Scratching, Biting, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Soul Bonding, Magic, Shame, Loki's Avoidant Attachment Style
Word Count: 2k+
Read the rest of the story HERE!
“Where I’m from they would have sculpted statues to display your magnificence, painted dozens of portraits for all the realms to witness the perfection of your beauty. But I want to see you step into your power.” His eyes fall down your face as he tugs on your bottom lip, grinning as he watches your mouth open for him. “Your true power.”
Within an instant he snaps his fingers, forcing your bra and underwear to disappear from your body as if they were only an illusion to begin with.
You gasp and looks down at yourself, trying your best to mask your complete and utter shock as your nipples harden against nothing; the rest of your body remaining bare before him. You knew this part was coming, that much you can be sure of. All signs had pointed to this since the very first moment you saw him, a more than familiar pattern revealing itself despite the magic and soothsaying that came along with it. He may be a god, a wizard or witch of some sort, but he’s still a man where it counts. You at least knows how to navigate around that… or so you think.
“I want to see you shed this apologetic, docile version of yourself these humans have molded you into,” he continues, releasing his grip on your face only to step away from you. “Isn’t that what you want, too?”
You nod, the tension between you palpable as his knowing gaze all but eggs you on as you notice the bulge between his thighs. It stretches the black fabric of his dress pants as he walks backward toward the bed, his upper body glowing in the changing light of the fire. His raven locks fall just above his shoulders as the back of his knees finally hit the mattress, halting him in his tracks. But instead of taking your hand and pulling you near like you expect him to, he merely stares at you knowingly, his eyebrows all but disappearing into his hairline as he waits in silence.
Oh, he wants me to…?
Your heart pounds in your chest, thumping heavily against your rib cage as the realization creeps over you like a heavy fog across a sullen morning meadow. You haven't initiated physical contact with anyone you've been with before now. You've never really had to. All the other partners you've had before him had innately taken over control, told you what to do, or simply put you in the position they wanted you in, but that wasn’t about to happen here. Not tonight. Not with him. You can see that now.
“T- take off your pants,” you tell him, hoping that your tone comes off more assertive than it feels.
He snickers as a slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, shaking his head scolding. “Don’t ask for it, darling. Demand it.”
Demand it? You've never demanded anything in your entire life before, but you guess that's the whole point of this, isn't it?
"Try again." That smirk turns into a smile as he stands his ground, shifting the weight in his hips.
Try again? Fuck, he’s serious, isn’t he?
You clear your throat and straighten your spine, standing taller than you normally would as you purposefully harden her gaze. “Take off your pants.”
“Make me,” he taunts, a twinkle in his eye showing you just how much he’s enjoying this little game of his.
Jesus.
“Take. Them. Off.” You order sternly before taking a few steps toward him, closing the gap between them as you attempt to shed all those years of submission in a matter of seconds; your hands all but shaking as they somehow find their way onto his belt. You look up into his eyes, their faint hue now darkened with want as you unfasten his buckle along with his pants, smoothing your hands beneath the earthly fabric with ease. His skin is softer than you imagined, his muscles almost malleable beneath your palms and you slide his clothes down the curves of his ass.
“That’s it,” he whispers breathily, his mouth falling slack as you finally frees him. “Now take what belongs to you.”
All of time seems to stop as his request unlocks something deep inside of you. Each caress and embrace before this had merely picked the tiny parts of the lock open until his magical phrase finally turned the key; clicking everything into place.
Take what belongs to you, you repeat in your head.
You push him onto his back, the soft comforter muffling his fall as he lays there, ready and waiting while you allow the fantasy to take over. You let herself believe that a god among men really wants you to let go of everything you know, to relinquish all your inhibitions as he lays willingly at your feet; a sacrifice for the greater good. He’s perfect, an obscene image of absolute beauty as his enormity bobs in full view between his thighs, a single droplet of precum giving away his eagerness to aid in your spiritual transformation. His hands remain patiently at his sides as you crawl onto the bed, his muscles visibly twitching in anticipation as you rakes her fingernails across his skin, forcing his body to roll into your painful touch.
“What belongs to me?” You repeat his words back to him as you scratch the tougher skin on his upper thighs, gliding your nails over his hips as he bucks up in response.
“I do,” he tells you through hooded lids, balling his hands into fists as you pierce little white trails up his abdomen and down his pelvis again, leaving your mark as you get closer to his groin each and every time. “I belong to you.”
“Just like that?” You tease, getting into character more easily now that he’s beneath you. You lick your lips and look down at his shaft, practically begging to be touched as you graze your fingers between his thighs, almost close enough to touch him this time.
“Yes,” he admits, biting his lower lip as you finally spit on the head of his cock. “Yes, just like that.”
“Good.” You grasp him in your palm, feeling your own moisture begin to collect at your center as you stroke him with ease, your own saliva oozing down his member and between your fingers. You watch his face twist in pleasure as you gently lick his tip up and down, over and over again before slowly opening your mouth to take him past your lips. He tastes so much different than any other man you've had before, his impressive girth pushing against your tongue as you relax your throat to savor that almost… refreshing flavor of his flesh.
You can feel his hand on the back of your head as you take in more of him, his long fingers weaving their way into your hair as you consumes every inch with growing fervor. His grip tightens once your lips become flush with his pelvis, your spit now spilling down between his thighs as you nearly gag before coming up for air and starting all over again. You can hear him whisper your name, his voice faint and ethereal, somehow distant yet near. His body writhes beneath you with each thirsty pass over his cock, his fingers all but ripping the hair out of your head before you eventually slow your pace, quieting down his grateful whimpering. Reluctantly, you pull your messy lips off of him with an audible pop, kissing a trail up his shaft one more time before winking at him.
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, you know that, darling?” He smooths his hands through your hair as you climb up and straddle his hips, resisting the urge to thrust up inside you as you carefully hover over him.
Instead of flipping you over and having his way with you like he’s used to doing with so many others before, he lets you grab him at his base, squeezing just enough to brew a subtle growl from his throat before spreading your clear coat of neediness over the tip of his dick. Back and forth you go, like a paint brush over both of your most pleasurable spots, coloring their skin in multiple shades of iridescent hues that only the two of you can begin to see.
“Isn’t this so much easier?” He breathes heavily as he tries to hold back his release, grazing his hands down your body as you continue your good work. “Giving into your desires instead of fighting them?”
“Mmm hmm,” you moan as you use his body to send yourself through the roof, that last magical push of his head over your clit making your body quiver in a bright rainbow of sheer delight.
“It’s what you were made for.” He grasps onto your hips as he watches you come undone, pulling you down onto him as your muscles involuntarily squeeze around him. “What you were born to do.”
That line from before burns a bright white as the two of you finally connect, hot to the touch as it slithers inside you both, moving your spines in time with one another as he rises up to kiss your lips, completing that perfect circle. It bonds you together in a way you can feel but can’t quite comprehend, fusing you together as if you'd always been a part of one another, your carnal reunion now blatantly obvious in its inevitability. In this moment, you can’t remember anything else before him, how you survived your mundane life without his touch to excite you, his kiss to calm you or his voice to ring in your ears.
You can feel him stretch your muscles to capacity, holding you in place as he glides in and out of you with moans so beautiful, you swear you've never heard anything like them before. They only seem to enhance your pleasure as you rise and fall around him, drawing out moans of your own as your fingers get tangled in his hair in an attempt to bring him closer, to taste more of his mouth, but it’s no use. The chorus of his moans mixes in with yours and the steady beat of his upward thrusts until your orgasm forces him to slip up and surrender completely. He can’t help but cry out your name, a muffled plea against your lips as you breaks his threshold, holding onto you for dear life as he coats the inside of your slick, swollen walls with his automatic release.
Your smooth grip pulsates every last drop out of him as your legs find their way around his waist. They tighten around his hips as he continues to frantically spill his pleasure into you until there’s absolutely nothing left. You shudder around him, resting your forehead against his as you convulse together in unison, refusing to break contact even the slightest bit. You relish in the feeling of his sweat blending with yours as it coats your skin, the sensation of his hands on your body and the sound of his heavy breath deepening as his convulsions slowly die down.
“How good does that feel, taking what you want for once?” He kisses you again, closing his eyes to savor the sweetness of your lips before moving on to taste the flavor of your neck as he feels himself ooze out of you and onto his pelvis.
“Good,” you whisper, gasping as he bites down onto your clavicle and sucks a deep bruise just below it. “Different at first, but … really good.”
“Well, we’ll have plenty of time for you to practice.” He mouths his way down your chest, lifting your arm up to continue his path of kisses beneath your armpit until the sharp angle of his nose forces you to clench down around him again, halting his own breath in response. “To become who you were always meant to be.” He slowly inhales the pheromones emanating from your axilla, eyes rolling back into his head as he takes in your natural scent. “Before we move onto other things.”
“Other things?” You cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you as his hands find their way onto your backside, squeezing your cheeks.
“You deserve so much more than what you’ve been given,” he tells you earnestly, the iciness returning to his stare. “So much more than how they’ve treated you.”
You stare at him, all the pleasure and praise almost numbing you into forgetting that he told you about a rage he carries around with him as well. How could you continue letting him dote upon you like this without making an effort to return the favor?
“And how have you been treated?”
Loki clenches his jaw at the question, eyes watering before quickly peeling your hands off his face and setting them down at your side. “It’s time to rest now, don’t you think?”
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notpedeka · 2 months
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The Truth Will Set You Free is officially back!
"Loki is in trouble again on Asgard and with his past. He could be in more when he meets a mortal with newly found powers that are his worst nightmare."
@icybluepenguin and I have the next chapter(84!) of the adventures of Lily and Loki posted to AO3 after a very long time. We should be back on schedule for posting on Sundays now. We also love you and thank you for remembering us after this time - unless you are just starting then, we still love you and thank you!
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sarahscribbles · 2 years
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Back In Your Arms
Summary: Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos.
Genre: Starts angsty but the happiest, fluffiest ending
Word count: 2.8k
Loki x f!reader
Loki Masterlist
Authors note: Ok this was originally intended as a drabble and it sort of just kept going? So it's a little less developed, a little more short and snappy, than a fic would be, so...enjoy I guess? Basically giving a middle finger to IW and everything turns out peachy.
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You had almost grown used to the coldness of the bed you had shared with him.
Each morning brought the same five seconds of peace when you first opened your eyes. The five seconds when you still drifted between sleep and awake, believing that you would roll over into Loki’s arms, feel his drowsy kiss to your forehead and slip back to sleep in his warm embrace.
Each morning you would roll over to see the empty pillow that had stopped smelling of him, feel the coldness of the sheets and remember that he wasn’t sleeping peacefully beside you, he hadn’t been for so long that you were beginning to forget how it felt to wake up in his arms, and you had no idea if you ever would again.
It had been five months, or was it six?, since he had left with Thor to save Asgard from a sister neither of them had known existed. A sister who, according to Thor, was intent on shrouding Asgard in darkness and making the people pay for the wrongs of their father. It had been spring when they left - the daffodils had been in bloom - but winter had quickly seeped in, taking the colour from the world and the hope from your heart. Loki had walked out the door with a kiss and a promise that he would send word to you as soon as Hela had been vanquished and they were returning to New York.
It had been the last time you had heard from him.
Patiently, you had waited. Your heart was constantly in your throat, your stomach constantly in a state of nervous anticipation. For the first three weeks after they had left, you woke with certainty in your soul that this would be the day, the day he would keep his promise and return home.
Each day that continued to pass in silence was like a well-aimed dagger through your heart, each hour of not knowing a strategic twist.
When one month had passed, Tony had pulled you aside one rainy afternoon and told you, against Fury’s direct orders, that there had been some sort of explosion in space.
You weren’t stupid; you knew what Tony was trying to say, but you refused to accept it. Loki wasn’t dead, you would feel it in your very soul if he was dead. He was still out there somewhere in the universe, his heart was still beating, and he was moving heaven and earth to get back to you.
“I will look for you until the last star falls out of the sky,” he had promised.
He had yet to break a promise to you.
For months afterwards you combed the internet, reading anything and everything about astrophysics, Norse mythology, quantum physics, anything that would put you on the right path, the path to Loki. In utter desperation, you had eventually Googled Jane Foster with the intention of somehow reaching out to her and begging her for help, even if things hadn’t ended on the best of terms between her and Thor. She was smart, frighteningly smart, and likely your best chance at finding Loki.
Your search consumed you, everything else taking second priority while you painstakingly searched for the love of your life. The others tried to intervene, tried desperately to make you see sense, to accept that Loki was gone, but you persisted. Everything inside you screamed that he was still alive and that something unexpected had happened that was preventing him from returning as planned. You refused to give up like you knew Loki would refuse to give up on you.
On the fourth day of attempting to type an email to Jane Foster, Tony had slipped quietly into your room, startling you so badly that you almost leapt out of your chair.
“In my defence, I did knock.” He said quickly, coming towards you with palms raised.
Feeling stupid, you relaxed your shoulders and slightly lowered the lid of your laptop. You didn’t need Tony knowing what latest rabbit hole you were heading down. “Sorry,” you muttered, rubbing your fingers over stinging eyes. “I was miles away.”
“Mmm, literally it seems.” He replied, nodding to the photos of space and stars that littered your desk in piles. He dragged the small stool from your vanity across the floor to sit in front of you, making your heartache with a memory of Loki sitting in the very same spot with you sat between his legs as he combed out your hair, a favourite gesture when he was feeling particularly romantic. You swallowed the lump that quickly formed in your throat.
“How you holding up?” Tony asked kindly.
You took a deep breath in, trying to quell the storm and onset of tears that question always threatened to provoke. You wanted to lie, wanted to say you were completely fine so as to ease the burden of worry that was no doubt on his shoulders because of you, but it was Tony. He could read you almost as well as Loki could. “I miss him,” you settled on, the dagger in your heart twisting at the mere thought of Loki.
In front of you, Tony nodded. “Good,” he said simply. Instantly, your eyes shot to him, temper rapidly beginning to flare and angry words beginning to take aim in your throat. But then he kept talking. “Because I’ve heard from Fury that a ship called The Statesman is inbound for the compound in 12 hours with Point Break at the helm,” his eyes twinkled at you. “And at his side, his trusty co-pilot Reindeer Games.”
Mutely, you stared at him, mouth moving but no sound coming out. Suddenly, everything felt lighter. It was as though someone had injected colour back into your world, pulled back the curtains on an endless dark night. All the waiting was over.
“He’s coming home?” You asked in a small voice, a silent tear spilling down your cheek. You let it fall.
Tony smiled gently at you, his hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder. “He’s coming home, kid.”
You let him pull you into an awkward embrace and felt him squeeze you tight. You couldn’t say anything more, the one thought racing through your brain being Loki is coming home. Tony held you for another few seconds until you felt him pat your back and begin to pull away.
“Alright, that’s enough, I think,” he joked. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” He gave your shoulder one final squeeze and began to leave the room.
“Tony?” You called out as he reached the door. “Thank you. For everything.”
He turned, giving you an easy shrug. “Hey, any friend of Reindeer Games is a friend of mine,” he said, making you smile. “Night, kid.”
Unsurprisingly, sleep evaded you that night. The hours ticked by and you had tossed and turned until you were wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Each attempt to drift off was futile. All you could think about was how, in 12 short hours, you would be falling asleep nestled in Loki’s arms with the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear.
“I will look for you until the last star falls out of the sky,” he had promised.
You hadn’t doubted for a second that he wouldn’t.
The next time you opened your eyes, sunlight was trickling through your curtains, casting the room in an almost ethereal glow. Loki had always loved mornings like this, always telling you how it reminded him of his chambers back in Asgard and how the light would flow easily in each morning.
Loki. The Statesman. 12 hours. Today.
He was coming home.
With a sudden burst of energy, you flung the covers off. In a frenzy you raced around the room, yanking clothes from drawers and wardrobes, not caring what they were or if they matched. In under five minutes you were out of your room and tearing down the compound hallways, eyes darting around every corner in case something should be different, as though there would be some dramatic change to the compound to herald Loki’s arrival home.
“There you are!” Tony’s voice came from behind, causing you to wheel around. “I was just coming to make sure you were awake. I thought you could do with some extra sleep after, you know, finding out the love of your life is hurtling through space to you. Bet that’s exhausting.”
“Is he…?” you began, but Tony shook his head.
“Not yet. They’re about ten minutes out, give or take. Hey, how does it feel? Having him come back after being so far away? The furthest Pepper has ever gone is Toronto, so I wouldn’t…”
You audibly groaned. “Tony, I love you, but can you shut up for five seconds and take me to wherever it is they’re landing? Please?” You half whined.
Tony’s entire demeanour shifted, becoming instantly softer. “Sure, kid. C’mon.” He gestured to the staircase that would take you to the lower levels of the compound.
It was all you could do not to run ahead of him like an excited child. A few of the others had gathered when he took you through the back doors to where the compound opened up to an expanse of green. Wanda was by your side instantly, taking your hand in hers and squeezing firmly.
“Remember this moment,” she whispered softly in your ear.
Your eyes searched the sky, instantly zoning in on the stretch of coal-black against light blue. As it continued to get bigger, your stomach was in knots. For so long you had dreamed of being reunited with Loki and now your heart was finally returning home. It was all going to be ok.
The ship continued to get bigger, and your heart continued to race faster, until it was eventually crashing through the trees at the compound's perimeter and coming to a screeching halt. You squeezed Wanda’s hand hard. You held your breath as the doors slowly began to open, fighting the urge to sprint towards the ship to Loki.
Thor was the first to emerge, a little unsteady and looking decidedly worse than the last time you had seen him. He faltered on his feet, taking a second to collect his bearings, and finally raised his arm in a wave.
“Seeing as we’re friends, or colleagues, I’m going to ignore the thousands of dollars of damage you’ve just inflicted on my innocent building!” Tony called out. The relief in his voice was unmistakable.
Thor turned back to the ship, and you took a few tentative steps forward, waiting. Gently, he encouraged the remaining Asgardians to disembark, speaking reassuringly to each individual who exited and assuring them they were safe. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors they had experienced while on that ship. Very quickly, there was a large crowd assembled, most of them falling into each other’s arms and thankful to be alive. With each person who walked down the gangway of the ship, your eyes darted back towards the door, your heart hammering expectantly.
And finally, finally, you saw him.
Loki.
He was the last to leave the ship, walking down the gangway with a slight limp, but otherwise uninjured. You let go fully of Wanda’s hand. While the others raced to welcome Thor, Banner, and the Asgardians, you only had eyes for the figure in green who all but towered above the crowd.
“Loki,” you said softly, as if to affirm to yourself that it was actually him.
Almost as though your voice had carried across the mass of the crowd, over the tears that were equal measures of joy and sorrow, his eyes found yours. You committed to memory the second they lit up, the second the relief washed over him.
It was all you needed.
On shaky legs, you ran, closing the remaining distance between you in a matter of seconds and leaping into his arms. Your legs locked around his waist, arms around his shoulders, and you peppered his cheek, chin, nose, forehead, anywhere you could reach with swift, sweet kisses.
“Loki,” you said again, this time through tears that you could no longer hold back. Instinctively, you burrowed your face into the familiar comfort of his neck. He smelled of smoke and ash and battle, but it was Loki, and you breathed him in.
His arms were sealed around you, holding you so tight it was as though he feared you would slip away. He nuzzled his face into your hair. “Oh, my darling girl,” he exhaled, his voice so full of love it made you cry harder. “How I missed you.” He pressed a firm kiss to your neck, and you savoured the feeling of his lips back on your skin.
You continued to clutch at him, arms and legs squeezing him, hands balling into fists around his torn and singed cloak. After months of loneliness and heartache, he was here, he was real, he was alive. ‘You scared me,” you squeaked out. “I thought I…”
“I know, my love. I’m so sorry.” Loki cut you off. “There was no way to reach you. Heaven knows I tried,” he spoke quickly, as though he had to explain himself and the weird workings of space to you.
Instantly, your legs fell from around his waist. He refused to let you go anywhere, pulling you tight against him. You cradled his face in your hands. “Don’t you dare apologise,” you croaked at him in a voice still thick with tears. “None of this was your fault. I was just…I was so scared, baby,” you said again, unable to describe what you had been feeling for the past few months in any other words. Gently, you ghosted your thumbs over his cheeks, scanning his features for any sign of injury or hurt, but all you could find were a few small scars and faint bruises. An almost inaudible sigh of relief escaped you. He was ok.
Loki, whose piercing green eyes hadn’t left you, knew exactly what you had been searching for. “I’m ok.” He said gently, turning his head to softly kiss the inside of your wrist.
A laugh bubbled through you, sounding odd and distorted through your tears. “I was going crazy. I was reading about astrophysics and quantum physics and a lot of other types of physics even though I failed physics three times in school,” you said, watching a small smile grow on Loki’s face as he listened. “I was even about to email Jane Foster. Jane Foster, Loki. That’s how badly I wanted to find you.”
He laughed quietly at you, one hand going to the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so sorry I made you read about physics,” he murmured, pulling another laugh from you. It was the most you had laughed since he had left.
You tilted your head to look at him, committing every detail of him to heart. The softness of his eyes as they rested on your face, the small bump on the ridge of his nose from a fight with Thor, the way his hair fell in gentle waves around his perfect face. “I love you so much,” you said easily, putting as much conviction behind your words as possible so he was left with no doubt. You didn’t give Loki a chance to reply, instead pulled him down until your lips were on his.
It was a kiss that was soft, hungry and passionate all at once. You had almost forgotten how sweet it was to kiss him. Effortlessly, you moulded yourself against him, easily let his tongue slip into your mouth, felt a tear on your cheek that you knew wasn’t yours. Automatically, your arms moved to cradle him, desperately trying to make him feel safe, wanted, appreciated. Close by, you heard someone call your name - Thor, presumably, - but you couldn’t, wouldn’t, pull your attention from the god in front of you and how it felt to be clasped so lovingly against his chest.
Much, much too quickly, Loki broke your kiss, placing one last chaste peck on the tip of your nose. “It’s all over, darling. We won,” he said softly, giving you that smile that always made your heart flutter and resting his forehead on yours.
You tightened your arms around his shoulders. “Then you have no reason to ever leave my sight again.” You said, smiling through your tears. “I’m going to chain you to the bed to make sure you stay put,” you teased him, so overwhelmed with joy and relief at having him back in your arms that teasing him was the only way to express it.
Loki laughed deep and low, pulling you even tighter against him. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, my love,” he replied smoothly. You buried your face back into his neck, soaking in his warmth and the sheer solidness of him against you after months of him being nothing but a dream. “I love you,” he whispered softly. “I will always love you and I will always come back to you.” You squeezed him in response.
It was over. It was all going to be ok.
It was all going to be ok.
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The Science of Sex ( Loki x Female Reader One Shot)
After seeing a TikTok tonight, I knew I just had to write about it! What would happen if you gave Mischief a pudding cup to eat without a spoon? A mesmerizing show, that's what! Enjoy! ;)
warnings: Absolute disrespect for an innocent dessert... Other than that, nothing too vulgar...
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Wanda walked into the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter with Natasha leaning beside you. She immediately noticed how you both seemed to be patiently waiting for some reason.
"What are you two up to now?"
Glancing at each other with a mirrored smirk, you spoke up and answered for the both of you.
"We set up an experiment. I read in this month's issue of Cosmo that you can tell a lot about a man's... skills by watching them eat."
"Ooookay.... so what's the experiment then?"
Natasha took this one.
"We made sure all the guys saw us bring pudding cups back from the store today then hid all of the spoons."
Wanda's face flashed with confusion until the light bulb went off. The fact that her cheeks now held the same hue as her hair made you giggle. You watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again with a slight quiver to her voice now.
"Oh... So... any results yet?"
"Yuuuuup! Wilson and Barnes found them first. Barnes started out nicely but eventually lost his patience and searched the kitchen until he found where we hid the silverware. He handed a spoon off to Wilson before we could collect much data. Parker came in next but it felt wrong so we gave the kid a spoon right away. He's like my baby brother."
Natasha elbowed you in the side, causing you to immediately halt the conversation.
"Incoming ladies..."
All three of you went silent as Thor and Loki appeared.
"Brother, I swear to you, these little treats are delightful. I first discovered them while visiting Midgard when I first met Lady Jane."
The princes seemed to ignore your presence as they made their way across the room. Thor pulled two pudding cups from the fridge and handed one to Loki before opening the utensil drawer to find it empty.
"All in the dishwasher. Sorry boys."
Thor seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and peeling the top off the cup. Without wasting much time, he squeezed the cup until the plastic bent under his tight grasp and proceeded to quickly eat the pudding until most of it was gone before carelessly tossing it over his shoulder into the trash.
As you all stared at him with a disappointed expression, you caught Loki watching and immediately pretended to be looking at something else.
No longer interested in watching Thor devour his second cup, your eyes drift over to Loki who delicately opened the treat in his hand and got to work. Over the next little while, the three of you watched as the God used his apparently very dexterous tongue to savor the treat while sitting in the window sill silently reading the book in his lap. Switching between kitten licks and wide curls and swipes of the muscle, it felt impossible to look away from the sight in front of you.
When he was nearly done, he used his pointer and middle finger to retrieve the rest from the very bottom of the cup, swirling them around slowly to gather every last drop. As he brought the long digits to his mouth, his eyes flicked up to you, catching you off guard. With your eyes locked onto his, the two fingers slipped between his lips before emerging seconds later cleaned of all trace of the delicious snack. You had completely forgotten you weren't alone in the room until Natasha whispered beside you.
"Close your mouth sweetie... you're drooling."
Hearing him returning to the kitchen, the three of you pretended to be looking at something on Wanda's phone when Loki crossed the room to dispose of the now immaculately clean container. Finding your gaze drifting back to him, you looked up in time to see him wink at you as he passed by, causing your mouth to suddenly go dry. As he left the room, you let out the breath you were holding and shared a look with the other ladies.
Just as Natasha and Wanda turned away to resume looking at the device in Wanda's hand, you felt someone standing behind you. Before you even had the chance to move, his breath is against your ear.
"If you desired to know what I am capable of, Kitten, you merely had to ask instead of consulting that magazine of yours."
Falling victim to the sultry whisper currently sending a shiver down your spine, you helplessly watched as the other two women in the room carried on their conversation a few feet away. The feeling of his hand gripping your hip is now met with him being pressed against your backside to move even closer to your ear.
"I must say I was intrigued after finding it discarded on the sofa last night, left open to the list of sexual positions to insure the most intense orgasms. Should you feel the need to try any of them or find yourself needing a demonstration of my skills first hand, I'll be in my room..."
Your knees nearly buckled when he traced the tip of his tongue along the side of your neck before catching your earlobe between his teeth. The sound of his deep chuckle fading was the only indication you had that he had left the room once again.
"Well ladies, I think that's enough experimenting for me today."
Before they even responded, you were heading down the hall, but it certainly wasn't in the direction of your room...
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100 Followers + 34th Birthday Celebration
Hello my loves! I can't believe my fortune. I'm increadibly thankful to have 100 of you following my little writing blog.
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There's nothing like The Mango to bring us all together! As a huge "Thank you!" to each and every one of you, and to celebrate my 34th birthday arriving in a month, I'm throwing my first party. My asks (as always) are open, so you can submit requests there, or here in the comments. Pick one of the 34 settings and/or one of the 100 prompts below, then send them to me in an ask! I'll be writing the first 134 requests (or however many I get) over the next month. That's my goal date. They will all get written, so long as they're submitted by 11:59 PM GMT-5 (US Central Standard Time) on November 22.
And now for the prompts
Settings
Bifrost
Streets of Asgard's Capital
Asgardian Wilderness
Inside the Palace (you may specify or not)
Palace Grounds (you may specify or not)
Jötunheimr Wilds
Ruins of Jötunheimr's Capital
Secret Passageway
Puente Antiguo
A Vehicle of Your Choosing
Upstate New York
Project PEGASUS Joint Dark Energy Mission Facility
Stuttgart, Germany
Quinjet
Helicarrier
"That big, ugly building in New York" (Stark Tower)
Sanctuary II (Thanos's ship)
Chitauri Cruiser
Avenger's Tower (not to be confused with its predecessor)
Svartálfheim
TVA
Mongolian Sand Dunes
Streets of New York
New York Sanctum
New Asgard
Sakaar
One of the Grand Master's Ships
Haunted Victorian Mansion
Church
Graveyard
Alter
Midgardian woods
Place of your choosing in MCU
Place of your choosing in our reality
Prompts
Peter's former babysitter meets the Avengers
"Where, pray tell, do you think you're going?"
"Stark? That man is nothing but a dick in a tin can."
"Unhand me, you rancid cumsack!"
"Oh, but for you...for you, darling, I'd do anything."
"What's that, darling? No one has removed these with a blade before? What a shame...we'll have to remedy that."
"Just to feel you pressed upon my need..."
Defying gratification
His forked tongue dancing against the sides of your clit
Bachelorette party
Tony: Doing time as a capsicle/Scott: Now I really want a capsicle...popsicle. I want a popsicle
"Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned..."/"Say seven 'Hail Marys' and suck my cock"
Halloween
Thanksgiving
Christmas
Hiking
Downpour
Snowed In
First Snow
AU (doesn't need to fit one of the above locations)
Caramel apples
Rewrite a story (of your choice) from the Poetic Edda
Timeline branch (you choose where on the Sacred Timeline)
Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook
“You’d do well to pay. It’s in your best interest."
On Wednesdays kings wear chains
Loki on his knees
All tied up (you choose who)
Threesome (so long as I know the character, I'm willing to do crossovers from other fandoms as well)
That one time he had a thing with a horse...
Headcanon from one of my fics (completed or ongoing)
Why orphans are called Loki's children
"I don't negotiate with people who shouldn't exist."
Out of place and underdressed
Witch
Your ex
Crush
Reading
Opening Night
"Selvig is not coming to my wedding!"
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Kittens and Handcuffs
Lady Loki
The other Lokis
Shadow play
Lost in a corn maze, you meet an overly-helpful stranger
"Come over here and make me"
Ravens
Lost dog
More Lokis than you know what to do with
Ignore the man behind the curtain
"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"
Oktoberfest
Ballroom dancing
"I was drunk, ok?! I didn't know what I was doing. Can you just drop it already?"
Caught
Trespassing
"I almost lost you."
Tea
"Keep running your mouth like that and I'll have to put it to better use."
Punishment
"Daddy"
Carving pumpkins
Baking
"Don't you ever do that again!"
Kids
Babies
Pregnancy
You get some magic of your own
Spooky
Tired
Nap
Hayride
"Kiss Me"
Kidnapped
Wine
Catch me if you can
Jam
Stalker
Neighbor
"It could be worse"
Flying kites
Hospitalized
Runaway
Pride
Costume party
Trapped
Whispers
Loyalty
Bonfire
“Please wake up. I can’t do this without you.”
Ghosts
Innocent
Spiked
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Cozy
Sweater weather
Mole
Full moon
“Just once”
Many, many thanks to all of you, especially mutuals. This fandom always makes my day. Please keep reading, engaging, re-blogging, and creating!
Works completed for this event:
Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook
Tag List
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Updated and Fixed Masterlist (12/28/23)
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Friends, sadly my old list links became broken! Here is my updated list. Hopefully, it will soon be filled with more work!
Loki Fanfics 💚
Frost Secrets From the Other Son (Loki X OFC) 18+ readers only
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A mid-career journalist from Midgard becomes intertwined with Loki, inadvertently revealing his true heritage through their risky affair. This story re-imagines how Loki discovers he is Jötunn.
Last Christmas on Midgard (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content
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It's the 1980's and Loki, Thor, and the whole gang are trapped on Midgard in a shabby chic ski lodge due to their own negligence. Loki heads to town to find guests for an impromptu Christmas party and unintentionally meets a very important person from the brother's long and possibly forgotten history...
The Mischief of a Familiar Legend (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only
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Loki makes his return to Asgard after a long absence. He has a particular problem, every winter solstice, it seems he becomes Jötunn against his will. Can you help him break the curse? 😉
High Moon Series 🌙 This series takes place possibly thousands of years in the future when most civilizations and even Norse gods are now animated by artificial intelligence.
The Good Deeds of Replicant Harbinger 8970 (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content
Loki has become an AI against his will. He is desperate to earn his entrance to Valhalla and return to his family, but as an augmented being, there is no "off switch." This is Loki's search for his AI creator and his hope to finally go home.
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Where does Heartbreak get Stored if Not in your Quantum Drive? (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content
Loki is searching for your algorithm, the person who created the AI program that has kept him in suspended animation. He finds you in a rural part of Big Sur, California, will he leave this world behind or fall in love along the way?
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The Pitfalls of Obligatory Haptics
(Loki x Reader) (Loki x OFC) 18+ readers only, explicit content
Loki’s story as an AI continues in three new parts.
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This Year’s Enigmatic Plus One 🪅🎉 Part 1 “So Much for Talking”
(Loki x Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content
Words: 2,574
Summary: Loki returns to your life after a 10-year absence. The moral of the story, some Loki’s turn into trees, and others drive Porsches and escape from the 10th century just to torment you.
Smut rating: Yes 🔥🔥🔥
Plot rating: There is a plot hidden in the weeds of ⭐️ smut.
Loki Fandom Art!
Loki Art Series 1
Loki Art Series 2
Loki Art Series 3
Loki Art Series 4
Loki Art Series 5
Tom Hiddleston Fanfics
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Customer Service Kink Part 1 18+ readers only, explicit content
An innocent white elephant Christmas gift lands you at a secret Hollywood sex party only to meet a British actor with a very particular kink and a guilty conscience. What in the world does fate have in store for you?
Customer Service Kink Part 2 18+ readers only, explicit content
You and Tom can't seem to forget one another. It's confusing, but Tom follows his heart to your workplace, even though he thoroughly detests LA. You find solace at your apartment, a strange connection has been made, but will it last?
Find Tom Part 1 18+ readers only, explicit content
An after-party along the foggy northern California coast turns intimate when you follow Tom back to his rented Sea Ranch estate. It's just that he is having a tiny mid-life crisis. Will that thwart your clandestine meeting, or will you and Tom find a connection beyond the basic hook-up?
Find Tom Part 2 18+ readers only, explicit content
An after-party hookup turns into a bittersweet weeklong romance for Tom and the reader.
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nildespirandum · 1 year
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Nora retorts to Loki's provocation.
18+ ONLY!!!  This chapter in particular.
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Sleep and Loki had long been adversaries.  
That was the mildest description possible.
He rolled onto his side, then his back, then to his other side, returning to his back, making a small noise of displeasure with each move.  All angles of approach were equally disappointing and unhelpful.  
Truthfully, sleep was the greatest antagonist of Loki’s life, for unlike even his most over-powerful enemies, not even the pettiest spite could be enacted upon it, and unlike any lover he truly desired it resisted even his most elaborately planned or amorously impromptu seductions.  Though there were potions and spells that could offer aid, he always refused to risk the weakness and addiction that might come from such methods, convincing himself that time away from sleep was time he could spend usefully.
Yet even the God of Lies could not persuade himself that he was being in any way constructive as he lay abed, staring at the slowly moving mural of clouds and rain that bedecked his ceiling.
Rather, he was brooding upon nothing that could be resolved.  
Brooding and slowly stroking his cock which, after the painful twinge he’d given himself with a hasty and ill-spaced wave of his hand, had returned to a state of recalcitrant, aching insistence that refused to be soothed by his usually skillful touch.  
Nora had been satisfied, he silently chastised his unruly flesh.  More than satisfied, she had been incandescent with pleasure, enough to warm Loki through to his marrow.
The memory of her low gasps and the clench of her thighs about his hand as he felt the wet seep through the sturdy cloth between her legs only made him harder and more uncomfortable.  For every time it seemed he was about to achieve the temporary satisfaction of orgasm the memory of the shock and then betrayed understanding in her eyes as she reached to touch the same bit of flesh that he now sought to placate, he would find himself unable to achieve a goal that he had been expert in for hundreds and hundreds of years.
Stopping to take a few shaky, annoyed breaths, Loki closed his eyes, and brought forward the memories of other lovers.  Amora, her perfect features made gloriously imperfect by her raging cries of pleasure as he fucked her over the arm of the Great Throne of Asgard.  Skurge, that one time after the battle of Clubrad, blushing quite adorably as he knelt to take Loki’s cock in his suck and serviced him with a sloppy gusto.  Lorelai hitting an all-but-impossible G11 when Loki hit her g-spot, causing every being in the palace within the right age range to enter spontaneous puberty.
Inga the contortionist, the first woman Loki had bedded as a woman.  Nials the fisherman who had fucked him slowly as his boat wended down the star-river on Vanaheim.  The red-faced dwarf couple who had all of the contraptions and toys one could use in a lifetime or two.  The four bird-girls and their shared nest.  Tamas who had prayed for guidance.  Astrid who had prayed for a daughter - Loki still sent gold and wine every birthday.  Dir who was countless genders, each more delightful than the last.  Veil, who was ancient and had long since evolved beyond gender but not fun.  Paolal who tasted like rubies.  K’kkkrrr who talked even more than Loki did.  Forwhennnnn who liked to bite, and her friend Nedallu who liked to watch.
The vision of each that he tried to conjure would fade like a portrait hanging in the glare of the sun, and in their places Nora he would see.  Laughing at him, or telling him he was wrong about something, or open-mouthed with wonder or kisses, or snorting in his face.  
Nora Nora Nora.
He had made a terrible miscalculation.
Understanding well one being attracted to the unattainable, as well as the concept of becoming attracted to a being as one grew to know them - though in Loki’s personal experience, it was usually the reverse - it had seemed to him a simplest repair to his … infatuation of sorts with Nora to have her, without actually having her.  To both greedily enjoy her pleasure whilst also knowing the experience would slake or stale his desire.
After all, a mere mortal of but a few decades of age and far less of experience could in no manner be alluring to one who’d spent entire eras of her Realm’s existence searching out pleasures exquisite and vile, refined and crude.
He should have known better.  When did his plans ever sort themselves in the way he planned?  When?  
When?
Never.  
He’d learned to make an advantage of it, the way his plans seemed to go awry no matter the situation.  By being certain that he would need to turn and try another tack at the moment that all went wrong had kept his imagination nimble and his thoughts racing.  Each day of his life was a gaming board upon which he must always assume that someone was about to toss into the air, sending his carefully placed pieces flying.
Never fall in love with a plan, or a scheme, or anything else you might lose, was how he had lived since he had first found out the truth abo-
There was a loud bang and Loki instantly rolled off of his bed, a long dagger in each hand, slightly crouched and ready.
The door to his chamber, despite being large and heavy, banged open, slamming against the wall, under Nora’s furious shove.
She stalked to his bed on bare feet, her shirt hanging open, showing a flash of breast and belly that he had to force himself not to stare at like a green lad, both of them all the more enticing for being so slightly visible.  Bits of her normally sleek, short hair stuck up at odd angles from where - he recognised the symptoms - she had clearly been running her hands through it and pulling as a response to a frustration so great it required a cliched response.  Rather than her normally fluid expression, dancing with curiosity, amusement, bemusement, and thought, she stared at him with the intensity of a hunting cat who has finished stalking.  Her bright brown eyes burned into his with an intensity that he had not known his friend could feel.  
Even when she had all unknowingly made him feel with such intensity.  
Loki, for the first time since he was a boy, gulped and took a step back, only stopped from a second step by bumping into his bed.
The daggers dissipated in a golden-green flash and he tried for his trusty mask of superior composure.
“It is considered polite to-”
She reached him, “Absolutely fucking not,” she gritted out, putting her hands to his chest and shoving, though they both knew that it would be as possible for Nora to shove over a house as it would be for her to shove over Loki.
Were he not willing.
“- you are not treating me like a toy.”
Thoughts moving swift as fire across a drought-stricken plain, he considered at the moment between her lifting her hands and her skin touching his, all of the reasons this was not merely a bad idea but a disastrous one and all of the ways in which he might stop her that would cause as little harm to Nora’s wounding, precious pride as possible.
Nora’s touch warmed and burned and cooled him all at once.  A shudder worked through Loki’s body, from his deepest core outwards and she took him down with no resistance.
Nights were long on Asgard, days too, Nora had learned, which meant she’d had plenty of time to stew as she paced around the elegant, sparely appointed bedroom one of the servants had shown her to after she’d slunk back to Loki’s chambers.
There was a snack laid out, and more wine, and a silken nightgown with a matching robe that had been carefully draped over the end of the large, lavishly pillowed bed.  
Taking something that looked like an apple but tasted more like a melon dipped in lemon juice, Nora perched on the edge of a gilded table, stared out of a window at the alien stars, seething.  
Seething and stewing.
Seething, stewing, and working hard to push her self-loathing where it belonged, out of her mind and onto Loki.  
What had happened wasn’t the problem.  Nora had wanted him for a long time, wanted to get those big hands on her body, wanted to taste that wicked mouth and suck on his silver tongue, which she got.  She didn’t mind that they hadn’t fucked.  She wanted that, too, wanted to feel that long, graceful body moving against her, wanted to rub on that alabaster skin, wanted to feel that big, big cock of his sliding -
Nora interrupted her own thoughts and threw the apple as hard as she could, so it exploded in pulp and then slowly slid down the marble wall.  
“He’s playing with me.  That’s all.  He likes games,” she wanted to hear her aunt’s voice, but looking at her phone told her it was six in the morning back in Chicago, and Claire hadn’t gotten out of bed before ten since Nora graduated high school.  
And not often before.  Once she had been old enough to cook breakfast without setting fire to anything Claire had decided it was character-building for her to get herself going in the morning.
Pulling off her shoes and socks, Nora decided that as far as she was concerned Loki had simply done the work of a high-end vibrator, and as such she would mentally stick the events of earlier in a bedside drawer to be taken out when she needed a detailed fantasy.  Whatever he thought of what had happened between them, what scheme of his it satisfied, even if it was just for him to feel as if he had been able to count coup against someon e after having to spend time with people who clearly bored him, and who had found a way to force him into a corner that he couldn’t get out of, she didn’t care.
At all .
In any way.
Fuck him.
He had made her feel small, and Nora hated him right then.
Unbuttoning the linen blouse, determined to sleep and wake up and get through the next few days with a bit of dignity intact, Nora stopped, seethed, made fists, and dragged her hands through her hair over and over, before she found herself out of the door, down the hall, and in Loki’s own bedchamber.
Not letting herself have time to think about how this was a potentially terrible and humiliating idea, she let the door slam open and walked right up on him.  The look of shock, the daggers, were gratifying, but when Loki loki’d them away and started to talk, in that reasonable tone of voice that he used when something he had done had made the other person behave unreasonably, the anger in her, and the lust, and the feeling of betrayal overrode her sense.
The fall back onto his bed, riding him all of the way down, so she was straddling his chest, reminded Nora of how tall he was.  How big.  Time had made her used to his Asgardian proportions, but now with her knees wide apart on either side of him and digging in, she felt small physically.  
Standing up, the mattress firm enough that she didn’t sway, Nora shucked off her trousers and panties, staring at him all of the while, waiting for him to do something, to laugh or make a cutting comment or send her away.
Instead, he stared up, looking between her legs, his own hands hastily working the thong that laced his suede leggings closed.  The weight of his gaze on her opened her further, leaving her wet and ready fast enough that she prickled and ached straight through her cut.  That he was not human had never been more obvious than when she saw him like this, the bones of his face sharpened by gravity and lust.
Shaking loose the panties that had gotten tangled around her ankle, for a moment she had to put her foot on his chest.  He laughed, and lifting it up, Loki pressed a wet, biting kiss to her arch and pushed himself farther up the bed.  Standing spread-legged over the v of his hips, one teardrop of her wet fell, landing on his cock, making him moan and writhe and bow his back to offer himself to her.
Nora wanted to go slow, to rub her notch over him, his chest, along the length and girth of that beautiful, enormous, precum-sodden cock, to tease him and make him lick her until neither of them could breathe.  Instead, she took to her knees again, positioned herself over him, and took him down to the root.  
It was breathtaking to be so full.  Painful, because of how long it had been.  The head of his cock bit at her, his size overwhelmed even how ready and how very wet she was, stretching and leaving her aching so much more than she had been empty.  It had been so long since she’d felt that perfect pain.  As she rocked back and forth, dragging her clit through his alienly silky hair, the pain melted into pleasure like metal slag into a crucible.
Soon her rocking was more frenetic, her palms trying to push through Loki’s chest, which was hard as marble, his entire body near as rigid and hard as his cock, as if she were fucking herself on a statue.  But a statue’s eyes didn’t glaze and roll back with bliss, they didn’t fist blankets that ripped under the stress, or shudder and dig their heels in so they could push back when she ground down, a small, tremor of an orgasm trembling through her cunt, leaving Nora wanting more.
Maybe her muscles weren’t up to the standards of the goddesses and gods and other things that he’s taken to bed, but she was going to fuck him the way only a South Side girl could.
Which was the last sustainable thought she was able to have, because his deep, sonorous voice was hoarse with want and strain when he said, “Harder, auðr , harder.”
Her body slammed against his over and over, and each time hurt, each time felt good, when he took her hips in his long-fingered hands, adding his strength to hers as she stretched more and more to take him, as she felt the animal in her wanting more and more.  Falling forward so she could slide her nipples through the sweat that oiled his chest, so she could grasp handfuls of his hair, so dark she could feel it, and use her grip to work herself harder, to work him.  
Pulsing in time to her racing heart, her cunt wanted him even as it had him, and his cock, as if in answer, seemed to get impossibly harder, fuller, sweeter.  She gritted her teeth against the pleasure and Loki wrapped an arm around her and sat up, so now the angle changed and pressed against places that normally could only be found with fingers and tongues so it was like she was being fucked and licked and played with at the same time.
Loki was humping up into her and when she grabbed his head to look into his eyes there was no remnant of the clever god there, only the animal meeting the animal in her.  
Fisting his hair again, so his head lolled back, Nora drank the sweat that pooled in the hollow of his throat, dragged her teeth up his neck and jaw, pushed her mouth against him and with strength that came from anger and lust and so much wanting that she was certain would never turn into having, wanting that she tried to hide from him, fucked and fucked and fucked and when her orgasm came it was all of those things joining together, finding a perfect shape to lock together and sending a hard wave through her cunt, clasping him immobile within her, the tight shudders of her body against his drawing his own orgasm out.
He fell backward from her arms and arched and came, pumping up all of the while and Nora, through her own, luscious aftershocks of pleasure, watched avidly as he gave himself over completely to the moment.  
God her legs hurt.
She didn’t care.  
When he was spent, Loki looked at her and took one of the hands that she still had loosely holding his hair and pressed a soft kiss to her palm.  “How beautiful you look in your moment of ecstasy, Nora…” his voice purred against her skin.
No one had ever been as beautiful as Loki was when undone beneath her, Nora knew that was true.  But even in this moment of fondness, she had something that needed being said.  “I know you don’t have a lot of experience with friends.  So I am going to tell you, you don’t treat a friend like you treated me tonight.”
Under her, he was still, his hair spread out and looking like a storm cloud, poison green eyes closed.  “Are you claiming to be my friend?”
“I am your friend.  Even if I don’t know if I could say the same thing about you.”
“No, I am not my friend.”
“You know what I-”
Gently, but with speed, Loki lifted her off of him, the sting of the sudden emptiness making her wince, and had her on her back, her hand still in his, his hair hiding them together, like two kids under a blanket.  “Thankfully we can take the Bifrost to Skadi’s demesne tomorrow.  For I fear you shall have little rest the remainder of the night, litli vinur minn .”
When he kissed her with a soft open mouth, when he pushed the wet hair from her brow and kissed her there, as well, when he pressed his forehead to that spot, he trembled for a moment and she wanted to ask why, and then Loki kissed her again and swept her away from the world of thoughts and questions.
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queen-of-the-avengers · 5 months
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Whatever It Takes
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.5k
Warnings: angst, hating loki for what he's done, only one bed trope
Summary: You hate Loki and everything he stands for. He ruined a bunch of lives, and you don't want to hear some bullshit on how the mind stone influenced him. He knows he's not a bad person, and he has to figure out a way to prove that to you.
Squares Filled: “god, if only you knew what you did to me.” (2021) for @lokibingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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You take some puzzle books and shove them into your bag along with some coloring books and markers. Where you’re going is known to have spotty Wi-Fi service despite you having the best service, so you’re making sure to bring something to do when you can’t get online. The last thing you put into your bag is noise-canceling headphones so you don’t have to listen to Loki yap the whole time.
The thought of him makes you so angry. You slam your headphones into your bag and zip it up angrily. You’re more than happy to go on missions for the team, but you’re not happy with going on missions that Loki is going on. Even worse, you two are going to be alone for this one. This is a highly sensitive mission that can only have a couple of people on it, and they chose you and him.
You haul your bag to the living room where Natasha and Tony are waiting for you. Loki is still getting ready but he can take his fucking time. You don’t like Loki and you’re not shy about it. Everyone, including him, knows your dislike for him.
“Where’s the fire?” Nat asks when you stomp past her.
“I don’t know why I’m going on this mission. Why can’t you go?”
“You can hack your way through anything. Right now, we need that skill. I’m not a hacker. I kill things to get what I want. You sneak in the back door.”
“Okay, why does he have to go?”
“He’s a master of illusions. You’re the perfect pair.”
“Don’t call us that,” you roll your eyes. “It’s bad enough I have to go with him, but going alone? Why do I have to be alone with him? Come with us.”
“You know why we can’t. The less people, the better. It’s only for a week. You can handle being with him for a week. I’ll even take your next two missions for you.”
“Fine,” you sigh. “Let’s get this over with. Loki! Hurry up!”
Loki appears seconds after you call him with his bag slung over his shoulder. He knows you don’t like him. You make sure everyone knows it whenever you’re within close proximity to him. He doesn't feed into your dislike because that would only egg you on so he silently takes whatever you give to him. It’s cute how angry you can get at him.
Your anger is justifiable. After all, he is the one who fucked with New York and brought an alien race to kill humans. He took Clint and used him as a puppet for his own greed. He killed eighty people in two days. He’s the one who let the Dark Elves into Asgard, causing a war to be brought to Earth. He’s not a good person despite him telling you over and over again that the mind stone influenced him for most of it.
“Have fun, you two,” Tony smirks, “but not too much fun.”
“Gag me,” you roll your eyes. “It’s not going to happen.”
You take your bag to the car while Loki stays behind with Nat and Tony.
“Be gentle with her. I don’t need her coming back in pieces.”
“I’ll check in in a few days,” Loki chuckles and walks out to the car. You fit your bag in the trunk leaving just enough room for Loki’s bag. He heaves it into the car and shuts the trunk. “Give me the keys.”
“Hell no. I’m driving.”
“Darling, you’re a terrible driver.”
“No, I’m not, and I’m not going to let you drive. I don’t trust you behind the wheel with my life in your hands. I’m driving and you can back the fuck off.”
Loki could have won this entire argument if he wanted to, but he’ll let you have this one. If you two are going to be stuck with each other for a week, he’s gonna have to pick his battles around you. This won’t be the only fight and it certainly isn’t the last.
You two pile into the car, and you’re off. Loki turns to you to say something but you immediately turn the music on so you can’t hear him. Loki sighs and lets you have your tantrum, but he does want to talk to you. He lowers the music to speak but you cut him off.
“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? We’re doing this mission together but that’s all this is. The mission. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s work-related. Got it?”
“You’ve got to talk to me sooner or later about something else.”
“I choose later,” you smile sweetly and turn the music up again.
Tony is responsible for your shelter and he picks the worst fucking place on the planet. The motel he chose is run-down and old with the sidewalk chopped up, the paint in the parking lots is so faded it’s hard to tell where the next parking spot is, the building looks like it’s going to collapse any second, and the numbers on the doors are no longer there. Only a faded shadow of what was.
The inside isn’t much better, but what did you expect? The people you’re targeting are weapons dealers who choose places like this for a reason. No one would go looking for someone if they were here. Tony is one of your good friends but you’ve always hated his sense of humor. If you call him now, he’s going to say it’s a mistake on his part because there is only one bed. One bed that you and Loki have to share.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you huff out in anger.
“It’s only a bed, love,” Loki says and walks inside.
“I’m sleeping on the floor.”
“Be my guest.”
It’s already too late to do anything so you two get ready for bed. You grab two pillows and drop them on the floor. This isn’t going to be very comfortable but you’ll do it if it means not sharing a bed with Loki. After you brush your teeth, Loki prepares to take a shower. He closes the door before he gets undressed, and you glance over in curiosity. He hasn’t closed the door all the way so you can see him through the sliver.
His back is turned to you but damn, it’s a muscular back. He may be lean but he has well-defined muscles. Thor likes to show his off while Loki is more reserved. His pale skin glistens in the dim glow of the bathroom light, and you look away before he catches you staring. Yes, he’s quite handsome for a God. You’re not blind, you have eyes. No, stop it. He’s a bad person. He’s not handsome.
You shake your head and grab the top blanket layer on the bed to get comfortable. Your back is going to hurt the whole time you’re here but you refuse to sleep on the same bed as him. Loki finishes his shower quickly and quickly changes into silk pajamas. Of course, this motherfucker would have silk pajamas.
He walks out as he’s drying his hair and scoffs when he sees you on the ground.
“Really? You’re going to sleep on the floor?”
“Yes, now go to bed.”
“You can have the bed.”
“No, you take it. I’m fine down here,” you say stubbornly.
Loki sighs and doesn't argue as he gets into bed. An hour after the lights are out, you’re no closer to sleep than you were before. Every time you move, you end up knocking some part of your body onto the cold ground, and it’s starting to piss Loki off.
“Darling, come up here,” Loki finally says.
“No.”
“I will pick you up off this floor and tie you to the bed if you don’t get in it yourself.” If you’re being honest, the thought turns you on. He will make good on his promise so you stand up and transfer the pillows and blanket to the bed. You get in it but stay at the very edge. There is no way you’re going to be touching him in any way. “You’re being a child.”
“Shut up and go to bed.” You close your eyes to get some sleep when you feel his cold hand on your skin. Chills run down your spine but you’re not sure if it’s from how cold he is or if you’re turned on. You quickly slap his hand away before you get your answer. “Don’t touch me.”
Loki chuckles and lays on his back. An hour later, he can hear your soft snores that he finds adorable. Knowing he’s safe, he grabs your waist and pulls you into him. Subconsciously, you snuggle into him which makes him smile. He runs the back of his finger down your cheek gently so as to not wake you up.
“God, if only you knew what you did to me,” he mutters.
He has to find a way to make you see he’s not a bad guy, and he’ll do it for the rest of his life if that’s what it takes.
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mischief2sarawr · 1 year
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Reading List February 2023 📖
Welcome back, spring flowers! 🌷
Okay, yeah, I might be slightly late again for my February list. But let's be honest, that was to be expected by now. :D
(I fully blame @isawthisangel this time, she made me want to read MTB again and I absolutely HAD TO binge it before doing anything else.❤️)
It's a pretty long one this time again, so take your time and dig in to find something new to read and love for you! As always, if I made any mistakes, please tell me :)
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Let’s get started ✨
Series | Collections | Multiple Parts
Meant to be (completed) | @isawthisangel
So because this lovely mutual just posted a new oneshot, my heart started aching for my all-time favorite fic and I had to read it again, for the 8th time by now (and that's saying something with 92 chapters). This will always be close to my heart and I can't recommend it enough ❤️
Hostile F*cks Collection (ongoing) | @lokisgoodgirl
I'm still completely convinced that this gorgeous woman is just trying to end my life. Every new part of this collection turns me into a way too horny puddle and I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.
Beauty and the Snake Prince (ongoing) | @ijuststareatstuffhereok89
As the Concubine of Prince Loki we already managed to sneak our way into his heart. What might actually put our life even more in danger are the newest revelations we just received..
Fire Eyes (ongoing) | @unlucky-number-13
I still can't put into words how happy I am that this story is continuing. When Loki is in danger of being exposed at the TVA, we finally get what we all were waiting for! ❤️
Big Misunderstandings (Sequel to Small Talks & Little Joys) | @lovelysizzlingbluebird
What we've been building with Loki is being threatened to break apart after a few misunderstandings and conversations about the actions of his past... super angsty & heartbreaking, I really need more so my heart can repair itself again T_T
Thrown (ongoing) | @maple-seed
Those two adorable lovebirds are still oblivious to each others feelings but have trouble to contain their own any longer - we get incredible cuteness, a touch of angst as always and just the most beautiful slowburn thats slowly but surely heating up!
Dirty Business (ongoing) | @coldnique
Thor being a giant cockblocker because he couldn't keep it in his pants 500 years ago - do I have to say more to describe how much I love this already? :D
Around the Realms in 80 Days (ongoing) | @mistress-ofmagic
It is time, lovelies! Latte and the gang are finally on their way to the fire realm with Latte and Loki equally worried what might happen to her there!
All the kings men (ongoing) | @geminigirl0298
After Lorelai stirred up some trouble, feelings are finally talked about more openly while Sharon is being an awesome bossbitch and shit is slowly going down.
Relinquish the Crown (ongoing) | @muddyorbsblr
We get a short little treat of this captivating story while our talented author keeps on building the whole story which we will get to enjoy soon and for a long time!
The Unlucky One (ongoing) | @littlemsstarlight8
We get a ton of heartbreak when Loki confronts us right after we agreed publicly to the engagement to Thor. Our poor boy doesn't understand how it came to this and we can't tell him the truth..
Letters (ongoing) | @those-late-night-feels
Writing everything down should help you process your feelings. Somehow it always turns into letters to him. We have a new super angsty and sad story on our hands, grab your tissues people. 🥹
The Alliance in the Shadows (completed) | @littlespaceyelf
After trying for weeks to gain the attention of Thor, we are caught trying to help out situation with a potion by none other than Loki. Surprisingly, instead of turning us in, he makes us a deal that will turn everything upside down.
Missed Chances and broken Promises (ongoing) | @springdandelixn
Choices have been made and the consequences must be endured - our past relationship with Loki is still weighing heavy on his and our heart, but we will have to confront each other again soon. Prepare for pure angst!
Therapy fit for a God (ongoing) | @villainousshakespeare
FINALLY an amazing story where Loki gets what he desperatly needs - someone who listens to and understands him. A therapist. That Caroline will also start falling for the troubled god is really not that surprising right? :D
High Moon (ongoing) | @chantsdemarins
We got a special edition chapter for valentine's day! My lovely friend here manages to stir up so many emotions inside of me every time I read something new of their stories, just like with this one: "Where does heartbreak get stored if not in your quantum drive?"
Frost Flower (ongoing) | @theaudacitytowrite
Here we get to accompany Loki on a diplomatic visit to Jotunheim! While Loki is not exactly thrilled about it, we are learning more about his heritage he'd rather keep to himself.
Sinner's damnation | @lostgreekgod & @theaudacitytowrite
Being fed up with his treatment at the Avengers Tower, Loki runs away - and runs into us, running away from our kidnapper. While our God does expect us to also be afraid of him, we are in fact feeling more than secure with him ❤️
Appropriate (ongoing) | @lokiprompts
Loki is banished to Midgard and has to live there now - what else could a troubled god need but a social worker to help him with his new life? Fluff aleeeeert!
ONESHOTS | DRABBLES
@lokisgoodgirl
This was my undoing. All hail the balustrade.
Hail, Commander
The Feast
@wheredafandomat
Not what it looks like
Cum fly with me
The Chambermaid
I need you tonight
Queen of the nine
@unlucky-number-13
The God of Vengeance
& the amazing Sequel The Road to Helheim
@cheekyscamp
Lay all your love on me
@muddyorbsblr
Midnight Cravings
Eyes one me, Darling
Summoned
@isawthisangel
Dreamer's Ball
@fictive-sl0th
Soaked Desire
@mochie85
Choices
The Chase (Sequel to Poker Face)
@ijuststareatstuffhereok89
The Mating Dance
@sarahscribbles
Underneath the Willow Tree
Victory Prize
@tripleyeeet
Patterns
Let's waste time chasing cars
@theaudacitytowrite
Swipe! (Part 3)
@give-me-a-moose
Silly Squabbles
@coldnique
Carrara Marble
@lokiprompts
Burning Words
@asgardwinter
Tiny little Mortals
@thomase1
Asgard, land of... aphrodisiacs?
@lady-rose-moon
How could I forget you?
@villainousshakespeare
Secret Santa (yes I'm late:D)
@youlightmeupfinn
Causal Affair
@simplyholl
Traitor
@springdandelixn
Secret Serenade
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megamindsecretlair · 1 month
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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 12
Chapter 11 Chapter 13
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. There's ANGST. Mentions of grief, violence and suicidal ideation (please seek help, it's never a light subject). Soft Loki.
Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An attack on the club affects everyone, you most of all.
Word Count: 4,604k
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A/N: See! Not too long between updates! Alsooo, had to rework some things in the outline. I don't think it's going to require all 22 chapters and I like the condensed version. I don't want a story to linger just because I can't say goodbye to it eventually. LOL. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!
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You and Loki ran towards the screaming. Your heart leapt in your throat. Was there no end to this bullshit? Your headache from earlier only increased tenfold. The shrill, loud screaming grated on your nerves. Working here was becoming a dangerous hazard. Once you found this blasted saboteur, you’d have to worry about people leaving this job. 
Responsibilities were starting to stack like those colorful block things Midgard children played with. The blocks would topple soon though. Some errant wind or careless leg would crash into it and bring the whole thing crashing down.
Would you survive it? 
The screaming was coming from the Helheim room. Patrons and performers were leaving the room, shrieking with a terror reserved for their worst nightmares. The entrance was surrounded by dark smoke but there were no alarms and the sprinklers weren’t on. Was it a fire?
You took a deep breath but didn’t feel anything burning. You attempted to enter, but Loki held you back. “I don’t like the way this looks,” he said. His calculating sapphire eyes took in the entrance and the people spilling out of it, but you didn’t see two of your performers. 
There was still so much screaming. You were not one to ignore it. You constructed two batons in your hands and rushed inside anyway with Loki calling after you.
The smoke was thick. Tangible in a way that let you know that magic was afoot. You called out for the staff members that were assigned to the room at the time. “Sweetie! Baby!” 
Yes, you knew the names were stupid. But Loki was terrible with names and it provided an extra layer of mystery for the patrons. Not to mention privacy. There were too many drunk tourists that you had to kick out for trying to get handsy with your wait staff. 
“Darling!” Loki called after you. You looked behind you but the smoke was too thick. Too cloying. You breathed it in and it was like sweet fog from a fog machine, except thicker and blacker. The dark decor in the room did little to help. The fog obscured everything. You couldn’t see two inches from your nose.
You coughed around the thick fog, grunting every few minutes as you ran into a table or a chair. You didn’t know how far you traveled into the room or where you were. “Call out!” You yelled. 
“Oh gods!” 
You turned to the sound. “Call out!” You yelled again. You moved to your right. If you only traveled a few feet in the room, you should be approaching the small bar area. Your stomach crashed into the corner and air whooshed out of you in a painful sigh. 
You clutched your stomach and dissolved one of the batons. You checked your stomach by feeling alone. It didn’t seem broken. And nothing cut you, you hoped.
“Darling!” Loki’s voice echoed. 
“Loki!” You yelled. 
You coughed. The fog in the room seemed to get thicker, crawling into every nook and cranny that you possessed. It went up your nose, down your throat. It burned your eyes. The coughing only got worse as you uselessly searched for your employees. 
Flashes of green light turned your attention to the far left side of the room. Whatever Loki was attempting, it did little to combat the fog. However, it was a beacon that you stumbled towards. You held out your hands to try and avoid obstacles or getting hurt in the process.
Screaming from outside of the room was still driving your headache up the wall. Everything hurt. Your heart, your head, your eyeballs. The green light continued to flicker every so often. The more you walked towards it, the more it bobbed away at the last moment. 
“Loki!” You called out.
“Darling!” Loki sounded like he was behind you, distant. The flickering green light was in front of you.
The fog must be playing tricks on you. You coughed, trying to clear it from your mouth but the chemical taste remained. “Loki!” 
The green light hovered mere feet away. You reached out your hand, prepared to grab a piece of Loki’s suit. An arm or Hel, you’d take a leg at this point. When your hand swiped through the light, Sweetie appeared. 
Her eyes glowed green, a twisted visage of anger. You screamed and tripped back, crashing over a chair, and falling into the ground with a painful thud. 
“Is this all the attention I’m worth, Loki?” Sweetie asked. Her voice sounded amplified as if she were speaking through the stereo system in the room. 
“I leave you clues to know who I am and yet all you concern yourself with is your pet?” Sweetie moved in an angry line, pacing back and forth like a warrior gearing up for a fight with a frost giant.
“Why the games? Why not reveal yourself?” You heard Loki but you didn’t see him. 
Another pair of glowing green eyes emerged from the dark fog. Baby. She joined Sweetie as they paced, of one mind and body. Similar to those jerks who attacked the club. 
“I want to see the look on your face when you figure it out. Until then, the fun must continue. But I will not be ignored!” Sweetie and Baby spoke in unison. It was creepy. It was wrong. 
Pain bloomed up your leg but you had to get up. You had to help. You got to your feet and limped towards your employees. “Sweetie!” You grabbed her hand and shook her, trying to get her attention. She had to still be in there.
Sweetie - or whoever was controlling Sweetie - tilted her head at you. Her hand came up to gently caress your cheek. 
“He will break you too,” she said, softly. 
“Sweetie, I know you’re in there. Fight it!” You yelled. You shook Sweetie but she remained stiff, strong, and unyielding. 
“It’s what he does. And you will help my revenge,” she said. The fuck was that supposed to mean? 
You moved around her, heading towards Baby. Either she closed her eyes or the entity left her because the green light went out and you could no longer see. You coughed and spread out your hands, waving your remaining baton. You didn’t want to hit either one, but maybe pain helped. 
A strong hand gripped your neck and you screamed, turning to bring your baton down. Thanos emerged from the fog, like a devilish mountain. He grinned, his purple face transforming into a satisfied smirk. 
He moved methodically around the space, illuminated by some inner glow to where you could see everything. Icy fear wrapped a bony hand around your heart and squeezed painfully. You stumbled away from Thanos.
Gold glinted off of his gauntlet. The monstrosity was half complete, filled with glowing rocks around the knuckles. “It should have been you,” he said, kindly. Patiently. You hated that most of all about him. The way he spoke as if this was some divine duty he had to perform and not the massacre it was. 
You couldn’t breathe. Combined with the thick fog, your head swam. The lack of oxygen made your steps falter. You backed away and couldn’t take your eyes off of Thanos. You tripped over something and fell hard on your ass. You patted the ground around you and clutched fabric.
The lump you tripped over felt like a body. A man by the feel of it. He wasn’t moving or breathing. Thanos continued his slow steps towards you. “It should have been you,” he said. 
Tears sprang to your eyes but did little to obscure his face. That terrible face that haunted your every waking moment. Your dreams. Your thoughts. Beside him, a figure emerged.
“No,” you gasped. Your friend, the one Thanos snapped away, stood beside Thanos as if she were his daughter. She leaned her head on his thick, protruding arm. 
“It should have been you instead of me,” she said. Her voice was just as you remembered. Clear and loud as a bell. Soft and feminine. She had thick ropes of dark hair, a small elven face, skin like butterscotch. She used to read those silly little pamphlets out loud to you while you walked to the playhouse. Gods, you missed the playhouse. You missed her.
Tears flowed freely now. You had thought of her so often, but her image had started to fade away. Asgard didn’t have those…camera things that Midgard had. There was no way to capture someone’s image except by painting their picture. 
Silly commonfolk like you and her didn’t have need for such things. Asgard seemed endless. Like a paradise in the universe. You had forever with her. Forever to live. And it was savagely ripped away. 
“It’s time to right that wrong,” Thanos said, bunching up his brow. He was so hideous. Disgusting. Hairless and cruel. 
“It’s time for you to die this time,” your best friend, Erian, said. Even thinking her name hurt. 
“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed. 
“Darling!” Loki’s voice was a distant buzz that faded too quickly. Your thoughts were wholly on Thanos and Erian walking beside him. 
You scooted along the floor. You knew better than to turn your back on an enemy but you flipped over and crawled along the floor. Your tears were a haunting, ugly thing leaking from your eyes. Snot dripped from your nose. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
“Look how she cowers. You’re a craven, rotten piece of trash,” Erian said. 
“I know,” you whispered. Your fingers gripped the disgusting floor as you pulled yourself towards the direction of the door. There was a faint, pale light there. Your head continued to swim. A painful throbbing made your eyes ache. Your throat burning from your mumblings and apologies and the thick fog. 
“Stop this, at once!” Loki’s voice was still too far away. You were alone. Alone. 
You would always be alone. You were too stupid, too weak, too desperate to do things right that it only turned out wrong. You couldn’t take care of your siblings. You couldn’t find your family. You couldn’t take care of the club and deduce who the saboteur was. You couldn’t get Loki to admit his feelings. And now Thanos has returned.
How did he find you? How did he know? Could he scent your uselessness across the galaxy? Had he realized his mistake? That he should have taken you and not Erian? 
You didn’t know what force propelled you forward. You longed to stop crawling. To let him take you. To let him trade your life for Erian’s. Still you moved forward. Cravens still had a tiny drive for self-preservation. Some ancient, deep knowledge in your bones told you to move forward and escape the danger.
Thanos’ taunting laugh made you shriek with fear. Your heart felt like it was going to shrivel in your chest. You didn’t have enough air to breathe let alone scream out for help. Who in the world would help you? 
Loki. Loki would help. 
All Loki cared about was himself. He was more interested in owning you, torturing you, than ever seeing you as a true partner. How could you think such a thing? That you were worthy of a god? 
You weren’t even worthy of the skin you occupied. “I’m sorry, Im sorry,” you cried. 
“Do you think I want your apology?” Erian asked. Her soft voice sounded wrong. Twisted. Cruel. 
Sobs wracked your body, making you shiver with fear. You didn’t want to be crushed under Thanos’ thumb. You thought you’d die doing something else. Perhaps in old age or in a fight. Perhaps by your own construct if anyone ever got the better of you. Not like this. Not like this.
Your thoughts were violently pulled back to the day on the ship when Thanos attacked. How his minions showed no mercy. No capability of the sort. Thor tried to fight but after dealing with Hela and Surtur, not to mention the total and complete destruction of your homeworld, he was powerless to stop him.
Thor, the golden Prince who summoned lightning, was powerless. It was laughable if it weren’t so sad. Loki attempted to fight him as well, going so far as to summon a knife to drive into Thanos’ neck. The gauntlet prevented him from doing so and Thanos blasted him against the ship’s hull, knocking him out. 
Thanos’ minions separated the rest of your people. You could smell the fear and despair in the air. There was misery and heartbreak aplenty. You clutched Erian’s hand in yours, desperate to stick together. 
You watched his minions shove people back and forth but they were paying more attention to the other side. You pushed Erian. You pushed for her to go to the other side so she would be safe. She cried and shook her head. You needed her to survive.
You tried to push your siblings as well but they clung to you instead. You tried to join Erian but there were too many hulking beings in your way. One such creature shoved you back to your side. Without warning, they turned their blasters to the opposite side and began firing.
“No!” Your scream only joined the ones on your side. The lucky ones. You watched Erian crumple into a heap on the floor and you screamed and you screamed and you screamed. 
You finally reached the entrance to the Helheim room and crawled out into the hallway. There were others there, lost in some kind of trance. Your staff’s eyes glowed green as they stalked through the halls.
The black smoke spread to the other rooms, invading like a malevolent parasite. People screamed and coughed. Pandemonium raced through the club as muzak played an upbeat song, mocking the current situation. 
“Coward,” Erian said.
“Pathetic,” Thanos said. 
You were a coward. You were pathetic. You were responsible for your best friend dying. You heard someone calling your name but you were useless. You crawled with no destination in mind as Thanos’ boots thundered behind you.
Didn’t anyone see him? Didn’t anyone hear them? Was that why everyone was screaming? Thanos’ minions must be in the club terrorizing your staff and patrons. No one would ever want to come here again. 
A keening whine left you. You cried and cried but there was no one to help. Nothing to do but wait for Thanos to catch up to you and finish what he started on that ship. 
Hands gripped your arms and tried to pull. You still had no air to scream. You fought whoever it was, fought to get away. If it was Erian, you didn’t want to go with her. She was free now. She could escape. 
“Darling, Darling,” you heard.
You were flipped over. Loki’s face swam in your eyes and you reeled away from him. “Loki, look out!” You yelled. Thanos hovered behind him. Thanos approached and smiled, bringing his gauntlet across his chest. 
“No! No! No! Not him! Take me!” You yelled with a raw, singed throat. You fought with Loki, fought to climb to your knees. 
“Darling, gods,” Loki breathed. He tried to hug you or press you to his chest. You fought him. You fought him with what little remaining strength you had left. 
“Take me! Take me! Take me!” You said, over and over. A prayer to the ancestors in Valhalla. You could not enter like this. Not dying feebly on the ground unwilling to protect yourself. You didn’t care. You’d spend eternity in Hel if it meant that Loki was alive and safe and whole. 
One of the stones on his gauntlet glowed a bright purple. Your head felt like it was being squeezed like a watermelon. You yelled, voice rough from overuse and passed out to the sound of Loki calling your name.
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Sound was the first to reach you. Soft murmuring that sounded like prayer roused you and you turned to the sound. If this was Hel, it was awfully cold. You made a noise. 
Gods, you hurt. All over. Your fingers especially.
“Darling,” you heard. 
Your mouth was dry. You smacked your lips trying to work up some saliva to clear it but it was still too scratchy and raw. “Cold,” you said.
A moment later, a blanket was draped over you. You sighed.
“Darling, open your eyes. Please.”
The only person who called you Darling was Loki. And he was safe on Midgard. If you heard his voice, that must mean he was dragged to Hel with you. Your consciousness swam to the surface, fighting to get to him. 
“Safe,” you mumbled. 
Loki gripped your hand and delicately kissed your fingers one by one. “Please,” he whispered.
You were trying. Your eyes were glued shut. You tried with all of your might and was able to crack one eye open. The crust in your eye pulled your eyelashes painfully but you persisted. 
Loki smiled softly. “Thank you, Mother,” he sighed against you. He leaned his head down towards your chest and rested his cheek against you. 
“What…”
“Shh, shh, you’re safe,” he said. He lifted his head and scooted closer to you. He looked haggard. Haunted. His eyes were sunken in, ringed in dark purple ridges from lack of sleep. He grasped your hand in his, rubbing his thumb softly against your skin. He leaned down and kissed your thumb. 
You searched his eyes. “Hel?” You asked.
He grinned. “No. You’re alive. You’re alive,” he sighed, relief flooding his tone. 
You bobbed your head and it swam, roiled. You dry heaved and Loki shushed you, rubbing your hand. He told you not to move, that you were safe and sound in his office. 
Tears gathered in your eyes. “Club?” 
Loki used his other hand to gently wipe away your tears. “No one’s dead. The club stands. Figures you would be more worried about that than yourself,” he said. 
His voice was soothing, working to bring you more and more to the present. You looked down at your combined hands. He was pale and practically shaking. 
“Loki?” You rasped. 
“You fucking scared me, Darling,” he breathed against your hand. 
You licked your lips and groaned at how dry they were. What the hell happened? Sleep tugged at you however, your body too stiff and achy to deal with the present. 
“Sleep, Darling. I will be here when you wake,” he said.
“Mkay,” you mumbled. Sleep claiming you once more. 
The second time around, you were able to wake up with less difficulty. True to his word, Loki sat on the floor by his couch. His dark hair was disheveled and plastered all over his face. His suit was dusty and chalky as if he walked through plaster. 
He rested his cheek against the couch cushion, still holding your hand. This couldn’t have been comfortable for him. You watched him anyway before you woke him up. He looked like he needed sleep. 
You wanted to reach out and brush his hair from his face. Even the thought of moving hurt. Gods, you ached. 
As if Loki sensed your desire to move, he slowly blinked his eyes open. He smiled when his gaze connected with yours. 
“How are you feeling?” Loki asked.
“Like Hel spat me back out,” you croaked.
Loki laughed and kissed your hand. “Everyone is safe. The club is safe,” he said, already knowing the direction of your thoughts.
“What happened?” You asked.
Loki took a deep breath and told you about the fog that induced fear. Whatever you saw, whatever you heard, it was a hallucination. The fog affected everyone. Loki sent them home until further notice. Loki caught the shiver that ran through you at the mention of what you saw. Thanos was just an illusion? 
“I won’t ask what you saw. But you kept screaming for them to take you. What did you mean?” 
You took a deep breath and rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. “I didn’t want them to take you,” you said softly. You avoided looking at him. Loki scooted closer to you and gently raised your chin to look him in the eye.
“Hallucination or not, you will never, ever, trade your life for mine. Do you understand me?” Loki asked. His voice was gentle but his tone was harsh. His eyes pleaded with you, demanding that you understand him. 
“I can’t make that promise,” you said. Tears gathered in your eyes. When it came down to it, you would always choose him. It was stupid and girlish and you really ought to have more self-respect. “I love you too much to ever live without you.” 
Loki’s eyes widened a fraction. His nostrils flared. “You don’t know–”
“This isn’t because I almost died or got hurt. I’m telling you I love you because I do. You drive me up the fucking wall and sometimes I wanna murder you myself, but I know what I’m saying.” 
Loki placed soft lips to your hand and held that position for a long time. So long that you worried that he was trying to gather courage to tell you that he didn’t feel the same way. That these past five years were no more than a game to him. A cat playing with its favorite toy. 
Loki looked back up at you, eyes blazing. “I love you,” he said and called your name. “I love you and you’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”
“You don’t have to say it–”
“I’m not saying it because you did. I’ve always been drawn to you, Darling. I prayed to Frigga, to…my mother. I prayed that if she let you wake up, if she let you return to me, then I would earn you. I would tell you anything you wanted to know, do anything you asked of me. Even if you asked me to leave you alone,” he said. 
“I shouldn’t have given you the ultimatum,” you said. 
“No, you were right to. I was a coward and selfish. I like the way you look at me. If I told you about Thor, I’d have to tell you all of it. And I can weather many things, Darling. Your pity is not one of them.” 
“Loki…”
“And I would rather you look at me with pity than never look at me at all.” He took a deep breath and smiled briefly. “I will tell you what happened with Thor.”
You licked your lips, at a loss. Your curiosity about it was winning against your need to assure him that you were not entitled to his secrets. You opened your mouth to tell him that; it was the right thing to do but he squeezed your hand. 
“Please. I have a vow to uphold and I want to.” 
You nodded. You weren’t going to stop him and you really were dying to know the story there. Why he snapped at you like that and looked at his brother as if he wanted to jump into the nearest black hole. 
“Thor and I didn’t leave Sakaar on the best of terms. We were always at each other’s throats growing up. Hundreds of years of resentment. I hated him when he was sent to Midgard. So pathetic. So weak. And he still managed to find happiness. It was like no matter what, the sun shined on Thor and left me it’s cold embrace.”
“We agreed to go our separate ways, in fact I tried to trick him one last time. Leave him there and escape. Make him suffer at least in some small way. For him to feel what it was like to be me for once: hopeless. We managed to leave together only to come home and deal with our sister. You know the rest.”
“Something changed with him after Thanos. He broke.” Loki shook his head as if he just realized that the word described Thor perfectly. After what you saw, you’d say it was accurate. Thor had always been loud and boisterous. The life of the party. He managed to make friends easily and make everyone feel included. He was bright. In your face.
When everyone’s eyes were drawn to him, your eyes were on Loki. On how his smile didn’t match his eyes. It seemed like the brighter Thor shone, the more Loki was forced to the shadows. Forced to move aside and make room. You knew what that was like. Your heart called out to him before he knew you existed, no matter what he said. 
Seeing Thor reduced to the town drunk, overweight, and likely depressed was horrible to watch from afar. Loki saw it up close. Felt like he had a hand in it. It hurt you to think that Loki had been carrying this by himself for so long.
“We settled here and I checked on Thor every week. But there’s too much bad blood between us. We fought, over and over. And he got worse and worse. I still show up, but Thor…let’s say it hasn’t gotten better these past five years. I wanted him to suffer but I never wanted him to break. Never. I never wished that.” 
“I believe you. But Loki, it doesn’t sound like you had anything to do with how he’s feeling now.”
“Don’t try to make me feel better about this. I’ve earned this guilt and I’ve got to make amends on my own,” he said. 
You rubbed his hand in yours. “I don’t pity you, Loki. I’m proud of you.” 
Loki tilted his head, the question hovering in his blue eyes. You smiled at him. 
“It takes a brave person to admit what you did. And braver still to face it head on week after week,” you said.
Loki sighed and shook his head. “You continue to surprise me, Darling,” he said.
You took a deep breath. “Since we’re in a sharing mood…”
You told him about Erian. You told him that even in paradise you felt lonely. Abandoned. You had family but felt like the odd sheep out. Erian helped. She was the only one who didn’t judge you for your permanent state of melancholy. She didn’t try to fix it with parties, ale, or a man. You worked in the dye house, dyeing fabrics for the palace. 
The one vice you had was visiting the playhouse. Hearing and seeing magnificent plays by brilliant writers. You told him that you thought his play was hilarious. He smiled at that. 
You told him how you pushed Erian to go to the other side to be safe. You thought your side was going to get killed. Erian’s bright light deserved to keep going on, not your black mood. 
But you only pushed her to her death. You watched as you got your best friend killed. The only one who saw you. Loved you despite your mood swings. 
“Darling,” Loki said.
“Aht, aht. I can’t make you feel better about yours so you can’t make me feel better about mine. I’ve earned this guilt,” you said. 
Throwing his words back in his face made him roll his eyes and smile. He sighed and looked at you, content to just see you. Really see you. 
“We are two fools, you and I,” he said.
“Two fools trying,” you said and smiled.
“For a night of confessions, I have one more.” He took a deep breath. You rubbed his hand and looked at him. Whatever it was, you truly felt like you could get through it together. 
“I know who the saboteur is now.”
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Chapter Nine: Family Dinner
A/N: Loki prepares to meet Sigyn's family again. Frigga's boy mom patience is tested.
Word Count: 3000
Rating: Mature
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Loki and Thor laughing about things they shouldn't, Frigga is over it, Loki being a gentleman
Chapter Index
Loki’s new chambermaid was very efficient and matronly; older than his mother. He learned that her name was Margit and that she is married, has had four children, and has seven grandchildren. She can afford not to work but chooses to because she enjoys it. Before accepting the job as Loki’s chambermaid, she worked part-time in the kitchens. She was kind but stern with Loki when he took too long to choose a tunic to wear to dinner. She reminded him of a nursemaid he had when he and Thor still lived in the nursery.
“I will send this tunic back to the tailor for alteration. These three are too worn out and should have been discarded ages ago. This one does not suit your coloring. These trousers are too short for your legs. This pair of boots need repair. Don’t get me started on your cloaks. Honestly, child,” Margit was muttering to herself as she tore apart his wardrobe.  Loki was getting dressed in the clothes she laid out on his bed, smiling to himself.
He bathed again and dressed in his second-best tunic. He took extra care to look his best. He was feeling much better than he did this morning, though he was getting increasingly nervous as dinnertime approached.
“Well, Margit, do I pass inspection?” Loki asked.
“Let us have a look at you.” Margit turned her attention away from the wardrobe and pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her nose. She ran her hands over Loki’s shoulders and down his arms. She took his chin in her hand and turned his face back and forth. She nodded approvingly, ran a finger behind each ear, and inspected them. “All clean and so handsome. I approve!”
Loki broke into a wide smile. “Thank you, Margit.” He had not been mothered in a long time, and it felt very comforting. Even if he would never admit it out loud, it was just what he needed right now. “Can you arrange for my tailor to bring me some sample fabrics? It seems my wardrobe is in desperate need of an update.”
“Yes, My Prince, good idea. I will see to it after your breakfast in the morning.” She went back to the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I will not be requiring breakfast in the morning. Now that the King has returned, I must catch up on work. I will head straight to my office in the morning.”
“Nonsense!”
“Excuse me?”
“You cannot be of any help to the realm with an empty belly. I will have breakfast ready for you when I wake you in the morning. Your Highness.” She added the last part as an afterthought
“Well, if you insist.”
“I do,” she replied matter-of-factly.
Loki chuckled when she missed his sarcasm.
“Now, stop dragging your heels.” Margit made a shooing motion with her hands. “Your mother will be cross if you are late for dinner. Scoot, Your Highness.”
“How have I made it this far without you, Margit?” Loki smiled widely as he made his way to the front doors of his apartment.
“Norns only know. Have a good time!” she said with a wave as she ushered him through the door.
Loki shook his head as he went to the small formal dining room on the other side of the palace.
Thor and Frigga were already in the receiving room outside the dining room. Loki bowed to his mother and then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Mother, Thor, greetings.”
“You look well rested, Brother.” Thor clapped Loki on the arm.
“Thank you. I am feeling better.  Mother, I need to tell you something before our guests arrive.” Loki said in a hushed voice.
“Does this have to do with the maid called Sera?” she asked.
He could not hide his surprise, “Mother, I did not invite her into my rooms. She must have convinced the guards to let her by. I was sound asleep, dead to the realm. Honestly,” he threw his hands up in defense, “I did not even realize what she was doing to me until-”
Frigga held up her hand to stop him.
“Wait, what happened?” Thor’s curiosity was piqued.
“I was informed. I have already discussed this with the head of security. Sera has been removed from the palace grounds. We have secured her a room and employment elsewhere.”
“Sera?” Thor asked. “The chambermaid with the nice…smile?” He quickly amended the end of his sentence when he saw Frigga’s face. “What did she do? What happened?” he asked again.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Frigga said.
Loki mimicked a blow job to Thor behind her back, and Thor’s eyebrows shot up. Frigga spun around, and Loki dropped his hands quickly.
“The two of you are the future of Asgard. Norns help us.” She rolled her eyes and headed straight to the wet bar in the corner of the room to pour herself a drink.
“Really?” Thor whispered to Loki when Frigga was out of earshot. “What the Hel? How do you sleep through that?”
“You know how exhausted I was. I thought I was dreaming.” Thor started giggling. Loki was trying to keep a straight face, “It is not funny.”
“No, it’s not.” Thor’s face was turning red, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Boys!” Frigga scolded as she made her way back to the pair. “That is quite enough.”
“Apologies, Mother. It has been quite the whirlwind of a day, and we have not even had dinner yet.” Loki offered.
“How do you like your new chambermaid?” Frigga asked, trying to change the subject.
“Margit is…unique. But she is delightful. Thorough and efficient,” Loki said.
Thor raised his eyebrows, “Is that so?” he asked and pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.
“No!” Loki threw his hands up in defense, “No, no, no, no, no, no. That was not how I intended that to sound.” 
Thor could hold it no longer. He started laughing so hard that tears sprang to his eyes. “You should see your face!” Thor threw up his hands and mimicked his brother’s face.
“She’s ancient!” Loki howled, “I would not even think about-”
“Unless you were asleep, apparently.” Thor roared. Loki joined him. 
Frigga drummed her fingernails on her wine glass and tapped her foot, waiting for the guffaws to stop. But each time they thought they were finished, one brother would start the other off again.
By the time they had gotten all their laughter out, Loki’s stomach was hurting, and Thor was wiping tears out of his eyes.
“If you two are quite finished?”
“Sorry, Mother.” They both spoke in unison, just like when they were small.
Then, the doors opened, and Lord Anderson and his family entered. Loki’s eyes immediately went to Sigyn. To Loki’s surprise, she quickly sought him out and gave him a shy smile. Her hair looked almost black in the low light. She was dressed in light blue tonight with silver jewelry and embellishments. The dress was simple and flowed almost weightlessly to the floor. She was just as lovely as he remembered.
Loki heard Thor let out a low whistle.
“Will you please stop doing that?” Loki said, not taking his eyes off Sigyn.
“Apologies, Brother. But…damn. The Norns are truly smiling upon you.”
“Yes,” Loki replied without really thinking.
“Ah, Your Highnesses!” Lord Anderson bowed deeply. “Thank you, My Queen, for the hospitality.”
“Of course.”
“I see someone is feeling better.” Lord Anderson clasped Loki’s hand and gave it a firm shake.
“Yes, well, a good nap can work wonders,” Loki replied.
“The man rebounds quickly!” Lord Anderson winked at Sigyn and gave her a nudge with his elbow, “You will appreciate that once you are married.”
Sigyn smirked at Loki. He caught the glint of mischief in her eyes and felt his cock twitch.
“Erik! Mind yourself in front of the Queen. Apologies, Your Majesty.”  Lady Anderson stepped forward and curtsied. “All those years in the army have blunted his manners.”
“Think nothing of it.” Frigga waved her hand. “I am quite familiar with how men speak when they think we are not paying attention.”
“Who wants a drink before dinner?” Thor motioned toward the wet bar and took Lady Anderson’s arm. “My Lady?”
“Ah, you are reading my mind!” Lord Anderson followed suit and offered his arm to the Queen.
Loki and Sigyn remained behind.
“Sorry about my father, Your Highness. He is always trying to find new ways to embarrass me.”
Loki chuckled, “Your father and my brother will get along very well, it seems.”
She smiled, “Do not let me keep you from getting a drink.”
“Oh, no. I have had enough lately to last me a couple of lifetimes,” Loki smiled back.
Sigyn stepped closer to Loki’s side. She fiddled with her bracelet, not meeting his eyes. “You…you were away recently?”
“I was.” Loki kept his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes met his when he said, “But I am back now, and I am not planning on leaving again anytime soon.”
“I am glad to hear it.” She reached up and plucked a piece of fluff from the arm of his tunic.
“Truly?” Loki followed her hand with his eyes as she let the fluff fall from her elegant fingers.
“Truly.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. Their eyes met again. She gave him a half smile. “Is the King ever on time for dinner? I am famished.”
Loki laughed, “Never.”
oOXOo
The King eventually arrived, and the group enjoyed a pleasant dinner, just the seven of them. It was a nice change of pace from eating in the dining hall. The conversation flowed easily. Lord Erik Anderson was boisterous but not obnoxiously so. He got along well with the King.
He was an excellent storyteller. He did make a few more jokes of a sexual nature with the intent of embarrassing Sigyn. Loki noted that she seemed unfazed by the remarks each time, even rolling her eyes at him at one point.
He was a large, barrel-shaped man. Not fat, but stout. Loki figured he looked like Thor would when he got to his age.
Lady Astrid Anderson was reserved. Sigyn got her beauty and grace from her mother. She was tall, and her figure was still youthful. Her frock showed off the ample curves of her breasts and hips and the flat plane of her stomach. Her face was graced with very few lines.
She asked Loki and Thor about growing up in the palace and which places in the nine realms were their favorites. Loki remembered they had lost two sons in battle and humored her as she focused her attention on the pair of princes.
Loki studied Sigyn every chance he got. She dug into her dinner with enthusiasm. Minding her table manners but not seeming to care about how much she ate, much unlike the ladies he was used to dining with, who barely ate their meals. She sipped her wine but favored her water goblet. She conversed with everyone, even the king, offering honest opinions and counterpoints.
Loki could tell she was just as educated as he was.  She was a good storyteller, just like her father, offering the group a tale of her last trip to Midgard, where she toured a sizeable indoor marketplace called a mall and watched a piece of drama that was projected onto a wall of canvas using light.
She would catch him staring at her from across the table and give him an authentic smile. What he saw in her eyes was genuine; he believed she looked happy to be here. Unless he was just fooling himself.
When Odin stood, signaling the end of dinner, everyone returned to the sitting room. The King and Queen took their leave first after some small talk. Loki grimaced involuntarily when he noticed the hungry look his mother gave his father as they made their way into the hallway.
‘I could have done without that.’ Loki thought.
“Are you feeling ill again, Your Highness?” Sigyn caught him by surprise.
“Oh,” Loki chuckled as he placed his hand on her lower back, “No, I was just remembering something unpleasant.” He quickly returned his hands behind his back. “I am feeling much better, thank you.”
Thor and His Lordship were back at the wet bar, trading stories of battles past and comparing scars.
“Would you ladies allow me to escort you back to your chambers?”
Lady Anderson looked impatiently at her husband, and he waved her on. “Don’t wait up for me, dear. I will be of no use to you this night.” Thor laughed, slapped him on the shoulder, and raised another glass of spirits.
“Honestly, Erik, we are in the presence of royalty.” She huffed and fiddled with her necklace. “Sigyn and I would be honored. Thank you, My Prince.”
“Of course, My Lady.” Loki led the women to the hallway and offered them each an elbow. He pointed out a few key pieces of art as they walked. When they reached the front doors of their guest chambers, Loki looked over and caught Sigyn staring at him.
“Thank you for the escort, Your Highness.” Lady Anderson curtsied. “We shall see you at the betrothal feast tomorrow night.”
“Rest well, My Ladies.” Loki nodded to the Lady as she made her way to the double doors.
“Come along, child,” she said as she noticed Sigyn made no move to release the prince’s arm.
“Might I take a moment, Mother?”
The Lady glanced between the pair and saw the surprise on Loki’s face. “Very well, but only a moment. I will be just inside,” she warned, shutting the door behind her.
Sigyn dropped her hand and moved to stand directly in front of Loki. She stood about half a head shorter than he did. ‘She is the perfect height to plant a kiss on her forehead.’ He imagined doing just that.
She played with her bracelet as she raised her eyes to him. “May I speak freely, Your Highness?”
“I would prefer it,” he replied, intrigued.
“You had me worried when I first arrived. Mother was beside herself, believing they had promised me to a drunkard. I was starting to believe the royal portraits I had seen of you were a farse, but your looks seem to be improving.” She grinned at him.
Loki laughed, “Oh, I am usually very swoon-worthy. Give me another day or two, and you will say that the royal painter did me no justice.”
He regarded her for a moment. “I… apologize, My Lady. I do not usually drink myself to illness. I did not handle the news of our betrothal in the most mature way. I regret that more than you can know.” He moved to place his hand on her arm but stopped himself at the last moment. “That is no reflection on you, My Lady. You are more lovely than I could have hoped for.”
“But?”
He hesitated. He was looking right into Sigyn’s big green eyes and was having trouble remembering what he was making such a fuss about.
“But I do not know if I am ready to be married.”
“I see,” Sigyn smiled at him, “You believe you will never have another day of fun once we are wed? That I will be demanding of all your precious time? That you will never get to spend time with your friends or brother again?”
Loki looked at his feet in response. Sigyn placed a finger under his chin and raised his head to look at her again. “I know that you know very little about me, and you have no reason to believe me, but I can assure you that I have no intention of forcing you to become someone you are not.”
Loki thought for a moment, not taking his eyes from hers. “How do you know that I am deserving of such grace? Hmmm? You know very little about me as well.”
“I know more than you think I do, Your Highness. Prince’s secrets are rarely secret.” She gave him a knowing smile and returned to fiddling with her bracelet.
“Is that so?” He smiled at her. She bit her lip. Loki felt a fire start in his body and let out a slow breath. He wanted to kiss her so badly.
“Lady Sigyn, tell me, what have you heard about me?” He gave her an innocent smile. He squeezed his hands tightly behind his back to avoid reaching for her.
She smirked and reached up to play with a lock of his hair. “A story for another time, perhaps. It is getting late, and my mother will drag me back inside by my ear if I do not make haste.”
Loki took her hand from his shoulder and kissed it. Then he kissed her palm and placed it on his cheek, holding it in place. He noticed her breaths pick up. Her chest rose and fell so temptingly. His skin was burning under her touch.
“Another time, then.” His voice was low and velvety, “Good night, My Lady.”
“Sweet dreams, My Prince.” Her eyes danced with mischief.
With that, Loki took his leave. Every cell in his body was aching to stay and stand beside her, but he forced himself to turn and stride quickly down the hall to the stairs.
By the time he returned to his apartment, he was grinning like a fool.
‘Pull yourself together, man.’ He chastised his reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘She is just a woman. Just a woman, like all the rest.’ But he knew he was lying to himself as soon as he thought it. She was not just another woman. She was the woman.
She was intelligent, funny, and beautiful. ‘Could she feel the same way about me?’ he wondered. ‘You have known her less than a day. Quit acting like a schoolboy.” He scolded himself as he slipped into bed.
He rested there for a moment before he got back out again to look under his bed and check his wardrobe, just to be safe. Confident he was alone, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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Loki x Female Reader
Summary: Loki pleads to your root desires, showing you how good it feels to take what you want.
Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Mature Content, Abandonment Issues, Soul Contracts, Blood Magic, Daddy Issues, Projection, Kissing, Mind Reading, Manipulation, Face Holding, Alcohol, Loki Stripping, Finger Sucking, Teleportation, Love Bombing, Sibling Rivalry, Loki's Eyes, Blasphemy, Switch/Verse Loki, Sub/Dom Dynamics, Power Bottom Loki, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Biting, Hair-Pulling
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