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ynscrazylife · 6 months

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THE BAT IN THE SHADOWS 🦇🕸️

— CHAPTER TWO

Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batman!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

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Having to wait until morning to pull the security cam footage from nearby stores was hell. In the meantime, Bruce filled out a missing persons report (and nearly broke down whilst doing it). The worst part of it all was having to come home, alone, and face his family.

His kids and Alfred were exactly where he left them, all in the living room.

“Where’s Mom?” Dick was the first to ask, arms crossed. Neither he nor his brothers could hide the worry flickering across his face. Not even Alfred, who was usually so composed.

“I believe,” Bruce began, wanting to be strong for them. The image of your smiling face flashed in his mind and he slammed his hand against the nearby wall to steady himself. Get it together, he told himself. The weight of your shattered phone in his pocket felt like tons of bricks. “She’s been taken.”

He hated that that was all he could say on it. That was all he knew. He hated that he had to say it at all.

Five rounds of “What?!” echoed around the room. Bruce forced himself to look at Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. At their pain. Their shock.

“I only found her phone, broken. But we will bring her home,” Bruce said, knowing that there was no keeping his children out of this investigation. “I will take the lead. I’m going to go downstairs and start working. Anyone is free to join me, but I’d also suggest trying to sleep. If you can.”

He started towards the stairs. Then, half-way there, he stopped and turned around, opening up his arms. It took a second, but the boys came to him, and Bruce tucked them in his arms with a strong, tight hug. Alfred watched for a moment, then walked around and put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder.

“We will find her,” Bruce vowed.

And, he thought, if you were harmed in anyway, if a single hair was out of place, he’d destroy whoever had enough nerve to do this.

Standing by Commissioner Gordon’s side, Bruce peered over the employee sitting at his desk, who was starting up the footage on his computer. They found the closest store to the spot where your phone was found and as soon as the sign switched from closed to open, they walked in.

“Here you go,” the employee murmured, pressing play.

The footage was grainy and dark but with narrowed eyes, Bruce was determined to take in all that he could. As soon as you walked into frame, Bruce couldn’t help but tense up, nervous about what they were going to see.

Your pace started slowing as you took out your phone. Then, a jolt of electricity — where it was coming from was off-screen — hit your in the back. Bruce fixed his jaw, trying not to lash out or yell or even cry as he saw you fall. The thought of you, limp on the hard, dirty sidewalk . . .

Then, two figures came into frame, lean builds and wearing all black. Bruce watched how one stomped on your phone screen and he took a breath. They were saying something to each other, but the footage didn’t have audio. It was impossible to make out. He curled his fingers into a fist when they each took one of your arms, starting to drag you away. They didn’t seem to care at all that your head was bouncing off the ground and Bruce wanted to smash the screen.

He’d make them fucking pay, that was for sure.

Gordon did the talking, thanking the employee and whatnot. Bruce was in a daze, the footage playing over and over again in his head. He hadn’t even realized that Gordon wrapped up the conversation until he was pulled outside. They went a few stores down, trying to find more security camera footage of where they took you.

When they did, Gordon and Bruce watched as the kidnappers haphazardly tossed you into the car. As if you were nothing. As if you weren’t the most precious thing in Bruce’s life. He made fists again. They drove away and the one good thing was that the footage captured the license plate.

Gordon drove them to the police station and Bruce practically forced him to speed. A goddamn license plate, that was their only clue. Bruce’s only hope. He was pacing back and forth while the police actually ran the plate, never staying still for even a millisecond.

Finally, Gordon emerged. “They must’ve stolen the car. We’ll start sending patrol units out, contact other local departments . . . We will find this car. We’ll find them,” he said confidently.

While patrol units drove all around the city and beyond, Bruce did the same in his Batmobile. He spent every minute of every hour on the road, only returning for food and a couple hours of sleep after numerous calls from Alfred. It was the second time when he came home that he saw how much this was affecting his children. A wave of guilt hit, he knew that he hadn’t been paying as much attention to them as he should’ve.

You would’ve told Bruce to leave it to your fellow detectives, who were hellbent on getting you home. You would’ve told Bruce that he didn’t have to be Batman. He had to be home. God, you were so good, it sometimes hurt.

Bruce sat with his four boys on the couch, his arms wrapped around them. He updated them on the case, told them everything he knew. Of course, they asked to join him on patrol, but Bruce told them there was no need. He was going to take a few days off to spend with them.

It was after those few days that Bruce received a call from Gordon. They were in the middle of a somber dinner when his phone rang and the vigilante sprang up from his seat, nearly knocking his chair over. Everyone paused their eating.

“Gordon?” Bruce asked. The last few times, Gordon had nothing big to tell him, but Bruce answered his phone the same way every time.

“We got the car. It’s abandoned, but they drove out of the city. Parked near the woods.”

Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian all wanted to go search with their father, but Alfred assured Bruce that he’d have them finish their dinners. Bruce gave each one of them a kiss on the head and promised to be home at a reasonable hour (which Alfred would hold him to, bless the man) before he rushed off.

It took a little while to get to the coordinates that Gordon sent, but when he did, he found detectives and cops and even civilian-organized search parties. It warmed Bruce’s heart, how much the city adored you. They knew you as Mrs Wayne, the kind and brave detective.

He joined the search as Batman, looking high and low. He got deep into the woods when finally, he found something. A group of costumed people all looking around, some confused, some awed. Bruce could tell they didn’t belong.

“Identify yourself,” he growled, coming out of the shadows and approaching them.

They all turned to him suddenly. No one moved or said anything for a second, until a redheaded woman came forward. She looked to be around your age, maybe a couple years older.

“This is probably going to come as a shock, but please, hear me out,” the woman began.

“I don’t ‘hear’ people out. Identify yourself, now,” Bruce demanded, in no mood for games.

The woman sighed softly. “Fine. You can call me te Black Widow. Back home, I — we — are known as the Avengers. We’re looking for someone named Y/N,” she told him.

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mlys05 · 8 months

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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"Don't Touch Me" (Loki x F!Reader)

Summary: Cursed with the power of necrogenesis, you are held captive by the Avengers, who think you are too much of a threat to be allowed to roam free. When they decide to give you a chance to prove yourself, they entrust your care to Loki, who whisks you away to a safe house in New Asgard.

Pairing: Soft!Loki x Captive!Reader Content Warning: angst, comfort, smut (18+ ONLY), reader is a prisoner, Soft!Dom!Loki, narratophilia, magic bondage (soft), praise kink Word Count: 5.1k **Please reblog this if you like it! Thank you!**

Hours? Days? Weeks?

For all you knew, it had been a year since your capture.

Three years prior, you’d woken one not-so-fine morning to discover that everything died at the slightest touch of your finger. Whether it was a plant, animal, or person, nothing alive was safe from you. You didn't know how or why it was you, but the fact was: it was you. You went from normal insurance claims adjuster to reaper overnight. It was no small thing to get used to.

You shut yourself away, learned to make friends online and in other countries whom you would never meet in person, tell the pizza guy to leave it outside (money’s in the mail slot), and to put the idea that you;d ever meet a man out of your head forever. You had yet to kill a human, thankfully, but every day you felt the anxiety build within your chest as you knew that record couldn’t possibly remain ‘zero’ forever.

You were a monster. The best thing for a monster to do was to hide in its cave.

Yet, you’d managed three years of hiding, wearing leather gloves from the second you awoke to the second you went to bed (aside from in the shower, of course), and staying as far away from cities as you could. Perhaps, given how introverted you were naturally, you could live a quiet life in peaceful solitude. You were considering buying a cabin in the Appalachians, near a waterfall or a creek one day. It would be lonely, but at least you would be free and unafraid of accidentally killing someone who insisted on shaking your bare hand. The little town in Connecticut where you were keeping a low profile was close enough to NYC that you could see the light pollution on the southern horizon at night, and it would do for the time being.

Unfortunately, your time ended. A surveillance camera had caught an accident of yours in a local park, where one of your gloves had blown off and flown down a path, and in chase, you’d tripped and tried to grab onto a tree branch to stop your fall.

The entire tree came down behind you, barely missing your body, dead as if it had been dried up for centuries in the blink of an eye.

That tape had made it to the eyes of Nick Fury himself over the course of only a few hours. The Team moved in on you on a typical Monday morning, just as you pulled on your gloves, ready to leave the apartment for work. What else could you have done but pulled off your gloves in an attempt to defend yourself? Despite being unable to take out any of your assailants, of which there were four, you’d taken out half of the park’s greenery, and a few unfortunate pigeons that couldn’t get out of your way as you stumbled and desperately scrambled away from the archer, the one with scraggly hair, the red witch, and the birdman.

Before you knew it, you were subdued and wrapped up tightly so that none of your skin below your chin was exposed, and you were taken to a solid glass holding cell somewhere underneath a compound in the Hudson valley: the headquarters for the New Avengers Initiative.

You were fed through a trick door in the side of the 12 x 12 cell (not that you were particularly hungry at any point). You were never taken out or touched, only handed sanitary items through the door and told to shower through a water spout that hung from the ceiling after most of the lab team studying you went home. Dr. Banner gave you 30 minutes without cameras trained on you every day.

Not that it mattered much. You still sat there day in and day out, refusing to speak or answer any of the thousands of questions about your powers that you didn’t want to answer. You refused to eat, and you did little more than sleep or sit on the ground, staring off into the middle-distance.

You began to get weaker, and that was when you first saw your champion.

It was none other than Loki of Asgard, the god who’d torn New York City apart, then played an integral part in stopping the end of the world at the hand (quite literally) of a god much bigger than he. While the rumor was that he still wasn’t considered fully trustworthy, his role in saving humanity was apparently enough to give him a spot on the Avengers squad.

On the morning he’d come down to the cell to get a look at you, he appeared tired, a bit annoyed to be there. “And what do you want me to do about her?”

“She’s a villain, she’s got your…um…background,” said Dr. Banner. “Perhaps she’ll talk to you. She will likely die in a few weeks if this continues. Something has to give.”

“So you called me forth from my respite to show me your latest trophy? Do you think I would approve of you taking captive someone who won’t even speak her name?” he asked, sounding less impressed and more disappointed. “What makes you think she has ill intentions?”

Loki rounded a corner with Dr. Banner, and he was finally in your view.

Your first impression was that he wasn’t quite as intimidating as you’d expected him to be. He was tall, but you’d anticipated a figure at least half a foot taller than what strode up to your cage, dressed in a black leather tunic, trimmed in gold, and form-fitting black trousers of the same color, tucked into green knee-length boots. His hair was tied in a tail at the nape of his neck, and several strands in the front were loose, framing his angular face. His eyes were intense and focused singularly on you as soon as he got you in his sights.

“Did she try to kill you?” he asked, making a beeline for you, standing up along the glass, watching you with interest as if you were a zoo animal.

“She did put up a fight. She may not have super serum strength or anything, but you try apprehending someone who can stop your heart with a flick,” Banner explained.

“And I trust you explained to her what was happening, and gave her the chance to come quietly?” Loki inquired, smiling gently at you, making you turn your head away bashfully.

“Well, no,” said Banner sheepishly. “We were under the impression it wasn’t going to be on the table. According to our intel, absolutely anything she touches dies before it hits the ground, you understand.”

“It sounds as if you wouldn’t have known either way,” scoffed Loki, getting down onto his knee, bringing his eye level closer to the floor, closer to you. “And you all think I’m the bad one. At least I eventually called my sins what they were and changed my ways.”

Banner shrugged. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he said. “Maybe if you can get her to talk, we can consider getting her out of there.”

Loki nodded. “I will do my best, and I won’t treat her like a war criminal for defending herself in the process.”

The doctor left the god alone, dimming the harsh fluorescent lights, making the environment slightly more comfortable.

He smiled at you, and even though you knew he was in earnest, something about the sharpness of his grin, the unnatural whiteness of his teeth, gave him an air of sinister jest. You were still afraid to look him in the eye as he shifted around the cage next to where you leaned against the glass.

You heard three light taps by your right ear, making you flinch.

“Hello, there,” whispered a soft, deep voice. “Please don’t be frightened of me. I’m not frightened of you.”

You finally used your voice for the first time in ages, compelled to respond to your dashing jailer without even really thinking on it. “That’s because of the glass.”

“I’m sorry? These walls are thick, would you mind terribly speaking up?”

“The glass,” you repeated. “If we were on the same side, you’d be afraid of me.”

“Forgive me, Miss,” Loki replied, “But I’ve been told enough about you to pass judgment on that, and I say, you aren’t a danger.”

“But how can you tell?” you asked meekly, feeling a tear at the corner of your eye, quickly blinking it back. It was remarkable at how fraught your situation felt: it was enough to extract intense emotions out of every single word you said.

“Darling,” your ally leaned in, as if to whisper a gentle secret in your ear, “I trust my instinct. You look about as helpless as a gosling. I can see how the skin on your neck trembles.”

“I don't know why or how this happened. Please don’t expect answers,” you pleaded. “Please, tell them to let me go.”

Loki sighed and looked down. “My word isn’t, as of yet, in the best position here, though I am working on it, I assure you.”

“Please,” you said, the desperation in your voice losing intensity, giving way to an exhausted weakness. “Please, help me. I just want to live alone where I can’t hurt anyone. I won’t ever go looking for trouble, I swear--”

“--ssh, I know, pet, I know,” Loki said quietly. “Cease worrying. Loki will take care of you.”

Loki will take care of you.

The sentence, particularly its’ delivery, made goosebumps rise along your arms, although you felt them appear for a reason you didn’t quite find familiar at first.

He stayed with you for nearly twelve hours, taking his meals with you, talking gently about inconsequential matters to distract you from your circumstances.

When he was finally forced away so that you could have your evening shower, he turned back one last time before leaving. “I will always be back for you,” he vowed. “Y/N, you’ll be free by morning.”

For the first time since your arrest, you slept soundly, your angular, Asgardian savior filling your dreams with feelings of safety and love.

Loki had promised your freedom by morning. He was true to his word.

“Look, I don't exactly feel confident in letting you two go off into the wild blue yonder to cause havoc,” said the imposing Nick Fury, who, quite frankly, frightened the ever living hell out of you. “I was ultimately convinced,” he looked bitterly at Loki, who shrugged innocently, “but there are terms. If I get wind of either of you sneezing without permission, you both come right back here and get thrown into the motherfucking dungeon.”

“We don’t have a dungeon,” Loki mumbled, a smart-ass grin rolling across his face to try and break the tension. You smiled for the first time in a long, long while.

“Watch it, Laufeyson,” said Fury. “You’re the one sailing this boat. Don't sink it.”

Neither of you wanted to arouse his ire any further, so you decided to quietly slip away and out of the city, taking a quinjet being flown by Banner out to a place you’d never realized existed.

“New Asgard,” your handsome escort explained as you began your descent. “The survivors among my people settled here after the fall of our homeworld and the slaughter we faced when we tried to escape. There aren’t many. It is…regrettably…a bit spartan.”

“Better than that terrible cell,” you answered softly, barely audible. Loki, with the natural hearing of a god, still made out what you’d said, and he gently took your hand and gave it a squeeze, making your heart flutter when you looked into his promising blue eyes.

Indeed, the place was no bigger than a fishing village. In fact, that was essentially what it was. Even Loki scrunched his nose at the sight as you disembarked and let Banner fly off with the plane. Loki had never let go of your hand, and each of you had a small bag slung over your opposite shoulders.

“Welcome to New Asgard,” he said, a bit of disappointment lacing his tone. “We are going to be staying here until Fury sees fit to declare us tame enough to come home.”

You walked up a path to the small town square, every house basic in construction small in scale, and underwhelming in neighborly feeling. Most of the Asgardians were dressed in heavy knitted sweaters and boots and kept their heads down and eyes on their work.

“Weren’t you their prince?” you asked quietly. “Why aren’t they bowing?”

Loki sighed. “Our system of government has changed somewhat since relocating,” he said. “Also, the present King isn’t exactly fond of me.”

You decided to take things one moment at a time (there were too many conflicting emotions swimming in your head to warrant fixating on one anyway), and to let his cryptic comments go. You were going to be here for a long time, so perhaps it was best to let it go. Loki would open up to you in time.

You were nearly knocked over by two children running in chase around you as you meandered. Loki grunted, but remained soft for your sake. “We will need to inform these people, however, to mind themselves around you,” he said, holding back his annoyance.

“Even if it happened by accident, I couldn’t live with myself,” you mentioned.

Loki stopped you and scooped a hand under your chin, looking you in the eye with warm assurance that also had an air of dominance to it, almost like an attractive young school teacher, stern but also kind in his insistence for your obedience.

“Yes, you can, and that is why we are here together,” he said. “Please remember that we are here to help each other, and I am here to protect you.”

“It’s them that need protection from me,” you moaned, disheartened. “If it weren’t for the gloves…” you trailed off.

Loki shook his head and let you go. He tapped your glove. “These will be coming off. Today.”

“No!” you said quickly. “Please, Loki, don’t expose me to everyone like that.”

Your escort shook his head. “Let’s get inside and discuss this. I do believe rain is coming.”

He was correct. Just as the pair of you found your small hovel towards the far end of the shoreline, a chilly splattering of precipitation began to fall about you. Taking out a brass key, he brought you inside, taking your rucksack and tossing it by the bedroom door carelessly.

The cabin was one three rooms: a living room, a bedroom, and a kitchen barely big enough for two people to turn around in. The bathroom also hardly had enough room for a human-sized creature to stand comfortably, as it was about the side of a phone booth plus perhaps a few square feet. There were furnishings, but the sofas, chairs, and tables all look like they’d been scavenged from an old lady’s garage sale at best.

The bedroom only had one large bed, taking up most of the minimal space by itself.

You stood, stupefied, in the middle of the room as Loki observed. You kept your gloved hands close to your chest as you anxiously looked around.

“You may as well get comfortable while I make us some tea,” Loki suggested. “This miniscule cottage is our indefinite home.”

You sat quietly, refusing to move your hands as Loki set up a small tea set he found in the cabinets, taking the steaming kettle to your cup, and in a moment, the smell of peppermint filled your nostrils, putting you slightly more at ease.

He sat beside you, not touching anything on his side of the table, instead bringing the attention back to you once again. He was like an explorer discovering new territory; he needed to know everything about you.

“Pet, I will wait until you are comfortable removing them, but I would like to see them come off today,” he said, again with that attractive stern-but-kind tone that was beginning to make more than your heart flutter. “I would like to feel your skin on mine.”

“You wish to die, then. I can’t control it,” you said quietly, looking away.

“That’s merely because you were never given the opportunity to see if you could,” said Loki, absentmindedly holding out a hand, making you shrink back reflexively.

“Please, don't touch me!”

Loki quickly withdrew, giving you your space and shrinking toward the opposite end of the couch. You couldn’t help but notice he looked a little hurt. “I…I’m very sorry,” you apologized, hoping you didn’t scare off your guardian. “You’re wonderful, and I can’t be the one to take your life, even by accident,” you blurted out.

Loki bit his lip, looking at you again. “Wonderful?”

You nodded. “I believe you when you say you’re not afraid of me. But…I am, okay? I’m a monster.”

He sighed, thinking for a moment on what to say next. “I know monsters. I’ve met them, slain them…you are no monster.” His gentle words filled you with warmth. “And furthermore,” he continued, “I would allow you to touch me, barehanded, right here and now.”

“No.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, lithe but steady. “The thing about magic, Y/N, is that no matter what form it comes in, what you see is never the complete picture. Any and all magic can be trained, whether to contain or expand.”

You twiddled your thumbs nervously. “I don’t even know where this came from, so how can I know what the key is to controlling it?”

“Willpower,” Loki said, matter-of-factly. “It’s simply how any magic works.”

Loki had stealthily shifted so that your outer thighs were touching, and you were more than a little aware of it. Then, you looked up at your helper just as he brushed a strand of hair away from your brow, tucking it behind your ear, making you sigh a little.

“Ms Y/N, am I startling you?” he asked. “I don’t want you feeling ill at ease with me.”

You didn’t reply.

“If I had to be sent out to a wooden box in the middle of a Norwegian mud pile, I must say I could not have found a more exquisite creature to share in my exile,” he whispered. “I only hope my saying so isn’t too forward.”

“It isn’t,” you answered bashfully. “Loki…I haven’t thanked you yet for what you’ve done for me. And…I think I know how I want to.”

It was as if Loki could read your thoughts, for it was here that he leaned in for your first kiss. You were timid at first, but seeing as it was your escort who initiated contact, you had nothing to worry about, so long as he remained the one to make the first move.

As you pulled apart, you went to remove your cardigan, but you felt Loki’s hand press against yours from through the leather glove you still wore.

“It is your own soft flesh I want feeling my muscles, your fingers I want exploring every part of me,” said Loki. “I have given you every dignity I could throughout this process, but if you cannot give me this one, we cannot--”

You whimpered, and Loki instantly regretted his words. “Y/N, I apologize!”

Shaking your head, you looked at him again, letting your lips perk up at the corners. “You’re right. And, although this has never happened to me before, I don’t want to…to miss out, you know? I just…what if I touch you in the wrong way by accident? If I jump or get nervous?”

Loki smiled. “If you’d really like to, I have an idea. Let me guide you along the way.”

“How?”

“I’ll simply communicate with you. Use my words to describe every gentle move I make. Would that suit you enough to give this a try? I must confess, with each passing moment, I just want to hold you more and more, and listen to your sweet cries--”

“--I…but…”

“There is one more thing we can try,” Loki suggested, brushing your eyebrow with his thumb before laying a sweet, shallow kiss on it. “I can bind you with magic. Softly bind you, so that if you needed to move away, you could, but the weight would be enough to keep you from inadvertently brushing against me with every twitch of pleasure I give to you.”

You felt a hot blush run up your face as the desire laced in between his words filled you with need.

“Wait…”

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, tugging at the very tip of the ring finger of the glove on your right hand.

Loki ran a thumb across your hot cheek. “You must be brave. I believe in you.” His goddamned touch nearly made you break your concentration, but you were still able to slowly, gently, cautiously, pull off the glove, setting it on the table with a trembling hand.

“If this doesn’t work, I’ll die,” you said, your voice quaking.

Loki was smiling with enough confidence for you both. “There won’t be a need, pet.”

You raised your hand, keeping your eyes focused on Loki, who sat up straight, the kind, empathetic look in his eyes never wavering. If he was in fact nervous, he was a brilliant actor, because you were getting no impression that he felt any sort of peril in the moment.

Finally, you found enough courage to lift your bare hand and bring it in the general direction of your guide. For his part, Loki still did not flinch, even when you felt as if you were about to foolishly commit a murder.

“Loki, I’m sorry if this doesn’t work,” you said meekly, trusting your arm forward before you could change your mind, and closing your eyes.

You felt his cool skin make contact with the pads of your fingers after landing on his left cheek. You didn’t immediately open your eyes, instead waiting for the sound of a body hitting the floor, the sound of a final breath being forced out of the lungs, or the sensation of Loki’s skin going unnaturally cold.

The only thing you felt after several moments was a second set of fingers gently settling over your hand. You opened your eyes, and the tender sight of Loki holding your palm against his skin, his eyes closed as he genuinely savored your touch, was all you saw, and you suddenly felt fifty pounds lighter.

“Oh, Loki…” you sighed in relief. “You’re still here.”

“You don’t want me to die, and thus, I haven’t. Just as I said, yes?”

You smiled and slowly took your hand back so that you could remove your other glove, and with another quick breath, you placed each hand on each of Loki’s, curling your fingers in between his. “Still alive!” you said with a small smile as you finally began feeling at ease for the first time in three long, chaotic years.

“More alive than ever, little princess,” Loki said, leaning over and rewarding you with a longer, deeper kiss. It went electricity down your core, radiating down your legs. You were finally allowed to feel your yearnings, and now, tonight, you could finally act on them. You certainly couldn’t think of a more beautiful, gentle, sexy partner to give yourself to than Loki.

“I think I’m ready for you,” you whispered. “I…I really want you, Loki. You’re the first being to show me such tender kindness, especially after I became a ‘reaper.’”

Loki chuckled without breaking his seductive demeanor. “Is that what you call yourself? Well, princess,” he said, gracefully pulling you off of the sofa to your feet, “the only thing you shall be reaping are the rewards of your obedience to me.”

Smiling, thrilled at the sexy shift to Loki’s tone, you nodded. The god asked, “Y/N, we know your touch won’t destroy me, but would you still like for me to bind you?”

“Yes.” You weren’t agreeing solely out of fear for Loki’s safety, not any more. “Please, an..and please talk to me, too.”

“With pleasure, princess. You were so brave for me, you’ve earned it,” Loki said slowly, leading you to the large, simply-constructed bed and shutting the door behind him. “Now, lie down, no need to remove any clothes.”

You obeyed without a word, which pleased your bodyguard as he stood, towering over you as you lay supine on the mattress. “Good girl,” he said melodically, the voice warming your core, smooth as butter and low as a gentle hum. He snapped his fingers, and with a quick wipe of green mist, both of your clothes fell instantly away, and he now stood before you entirely naked, and you splayed before him similarly.

“My, your skin radiates with warm beauty! Raise your arms out and to the side, or whatever position you would feel best.” You did so, again, without a word, taking your wrists and laying them out at an angle, making your breasts pull apart from one another and creating a gap in between them.

He waved his hand and snapped again, and you felt your wrists go heavy, as if a sandbag was weighing them down. You could move them a little, and you got the feeling you could twist yourself free if needed (not that you wanted to), but you were still securely on the bed, pinned at the wrists and ankles, your legs spread apart, exposing your quickly-wettening pussy to the air as well as your partner.

Loki moaned with approval. “Now, if you need me to lift these, please say so. Understood, lovely?”

You nodded. “Yes, Loki. I’ll do anything.”

Loki looked thoroughly satisfied at your answer. “Oh, you are so obedient! A natural submissive,” he said happily. “It is fortune’s highest blessing to be sharing a bed and home with you tonight…”

He lowered himself over the bed. “May I climb over you and look down upon my conquest?”

You nodded. “Yes, Loki.”

He climbed between your legs, kneeling up between them, his solid, chiseled torso towering above you, intimidating you the perfect amount to thrill you. “Now, I’m going to nibble on that darling little space you have right…here…”

He lowered his head between your breasts, using tongue and teeth to stake his claim on your skin, leaving tiny marks that only nipped a little as he worked his glorious sex magic on you. Every nip, lick, and moan from him made your folds wetter, heavier, needier.

“Y/N, I’m going to touch you now, in this sensitive spot between your legs,” Loki narrated. “I won’t put a finger inside your passage, but I am going to enjoy drawing little figures between your lips and pinching your pleasure bud. And you are going to writhe under me, increasingly needy as pleasure builds up, throbbing for my release…”

You gasped in pleasant surprise as he almost immediately took a hand and inserted two exploratory fingers between your folds. “Norns, my girl is dripping with desire for me. My good girl wants to please her savior!” He pressed his erection against the inside of your thigh as if to display with pride how quickly he’d been turned on by how you were grinding your hips, bucking against his hand.

His silky sweet words echoed in your brain, delirious with arousal. You wanted him to sing these narrations to you over and over. His rich, deep voice was almost enough to send you over your edge. Every word, every action he took, drove you crazy with delightful ache. He fiddled with your clit like it was a tiny marble between his thumb and forefinger, and every flick or twitch of it made you moan and pull against your invisible restraints just enough to feel helplessly anchored in place.

“Y/N, you are so wet, so ready for me already,” he moaned. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to fill you with my cock, and you’ll feel your walls stretching around me as I enter you--”

True to his word again, Loki took himself into his palm, positioning himself above you, his tip at your entrance, then, gently, slowly, he thrusted forward, and you felt a slight pinch as he claimed your cunt. Indeed, it felt like every cell inside you had to stretch in order to sheath Loki’s god-sized cock, but the little bit of pain you felt in the moment was quickly washed away in the violent shudders of pre-orgasm tremors that were already reaching critical mass in your core.

Loki arched his back, immediately growling in pleasure as he began thrusting, picking up tempo, sliding up and down your slickened walls with just enough friction to urge him to the edge quicker than he anticipated.

“Damn, but I’m coming…”

You were close, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for you much longer. “How hard are you coming?” was the smutty question you chose to coax his orgasm from him. “Tell me please! What does it feel like being inside me, Loki?”

Loki grunted animalistically as he concentrated. “You’re milking my cum from me, girl, you’re about to be so full of my seed--”

With the help from his narration, you finally felt your orgasm thunder down your passage and shake your thighs, pushing a high-pitched whine from you as your mouth fell open and your eyes slammed shut.

“Ah! There she is! My good girl!”

Loki’s fall almost immediately followed, marked by four remarkably hard thrusts as he came inside you, his breath heavy and quick. He brought a hand down to your clit and gently massaged it as your orgasm poured out into the open.

“Yes, ride it out with me, that’s my girl,” Loki purred.

Once you both were spent, Loki took your magic bonds off of you. It was still light outside, but you both agreed you were exhausted from your romp, and that perhaps an hour’s nap before supper would be welcome. Still naked, you both went underneath the covers, Loki turning onto his stomach so that he could rest his head under your arm, using your shoulder as his pillow.

“For as long as we are here, you will have nothing to be afraid of, pet,” your lover promised.

“Nothing?” you asked hopefully, already knowing that the strong, wonderful god in your arms was going to protect you for as long as you needed him.

“Your death touch, you have nothing to fear, for it brings me to life,” he whispered softly in your ear. You sensed he was nodding off, and sure enough, with that, his head fell on your shoulder, his breath settling into a softer, quieter rhythm.

Loki will take care of you…

You took a hand and began combing it through his hair, once again enjoying the old-but-new sensation of something other than leather against your fingertips.

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Breakfast

Pairing : wandanat x reader

Warnings: Wanda's wiggly woos

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Wanda stood leaning on the doorway as she watched you reach for a bowl on the top shelf. You were standing on your tiptoes with your body stretched upwards and still couldn’t reach. After a minute of watching you struggle Wanda let out a little laugh and then used her powers to float you up towards the bowl.

“Wanda! You have to warn me first!” you squealed as you were lifted. Once you had a hold of the bowl she gently sat you back on the ground. Walking up behind you she wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder leaving a small kiss on your neck.

“Sorry Detka but I knew it was only a matter of time before you would try and get up on the counter and my magic is much safer.” You unwrapped yourself from her arms and walked over to where you had a couple other bowls and pans sitting out and started cooking again.

“What are you making love?” She asked as she took a seat on a stool in front of you.

“Pancakes, Bacon and Eggs for you and Nat.” You replied with a smile. “You both have been working so much that you haven’t had a proper meal and I know it's only breakfast but it's the most important meal of the day.” Wanda gave you a loving smile and then both of your heads turned towards the doorway where you saw Natasha entering.

“Goodmorning.” she said as she started to make coffee. Walking up to you she gave your forehead a kiss before going and doing the same to Wanda.

“Smells good malyshka” Just then both of their phones went off causing you to pout as you had just started plating the food.

“It's Tony, he wants us there for a meeting in 10.” Wanda spoke softly as she explained this watching as your face crumbled.

“Oh okay. Well I can bag it up for you and you can eat it later.” you stated as you started walking over to the draw with the bags and stuff in it.

“Tony can wait. I'm starving and this looks amazing. Come eat with us Detka.” Natasha stated as she handed a plate to Wanda and started to make one for you.

“Are you sure? What about the meeting” Both of them shook their heads and Wanda once again used her magic but this time to make you float over to both of them. You laughed as her magic always seemed to tickle. Once seated in between them you all enjoyed breakfast while laughing and smiling happily to spend time together. And once they left to go to the compound they promised to be home in time for a movie night.

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ihavetwoholesforareason · 3 months

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just putting this out here... if marvel kills bucky I'm throwing hands, burning houses, ruining lives, setting the whole world on fire

#james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #40s bucky #sebastian stan #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu avengers #im leaving

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just-give-stucky · 2 months

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Here’s a new Marvel TikTok compilation featuring some old TikToks

#marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #mcu #stevebucky #mcu avengers #tiktok #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #clint barton

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lokiusly · 5 months

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the fact that lonely Loki probably would’ve loved to be friends with the Avengers and he probably hated them and made jokes about them because he was jealous that his big brother Thor was part of their clique and he wasn’t.

#baby just wanted to be friends but he lacks social interaction skills lmfao #I always thought Loki had a thing for cap tho ngl always mimicking him LMAO #lokius #loki show #loki season 2 #mcu loki #loki spoilers #loki laufeyson #mcu avengers #thor odinson

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mcucharacterquotes · 1 month

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Tony: You didn't have to kill him!

Loki: I did! I did have to kill him. If I didn't, he'd come back, and get his revange.

Tony: He wouldn't come back.

Loki: And how do you know? You haven't killed me, and I am back.

#marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #marvel loki #mcu loki #the avengers #mcu avengers #marvel avengers #avengers loki #avengers #tony stark #iron man #mcu tony stark #mcu iron man

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i-like-superheros · 4 months

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Old Marvel is like classic superheroes, and it’s amazing every time.

The last “on your left” and “i am iron man” were some of the greatest moments in cinematic history.

#mcu universe #mcu fandom #mcuedit #mcu icons #chris evans #avengers endgame #iron man #captain america #tony stark #spider man #tom holland #peter parker #mcu avengers #mcu cast #marvel mcu #old marvel #old mcu #pietro maximov

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mischievous-thunder · 5 months

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When Loki hit rock bottom and was at a loss as to what he needed to do in favour of the impossible task he was set out to rectify he went to the only person he knew would show him the way. Mobius's wise counsel was all Loki needed to pinpoint and strengthen the firmness of his glorious purpose. This is one of the most special memories that'll be etched on Loki's heart for all eternity.

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guardianjameslight · 6 months

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No matter what will happen with Jonathan Majors, Marvel Studios should stick with Kang storyline instead of replacing them with Dr. Doom. They went too far with Kang to go back now. If Majors will be declared guilty, then they should just recast.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Title board made by the wonderful @mochie85

Lesson Five

Surrendering yourself fully to your tutor's will sends your senses spiraling off in new, incredible directions. However, you soon realize there may be more to your touch than even you suspected.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

CHAPTER-SPECIFIC WARNING: Explicit smuttiness, narratophilia, Soft!Dom/Sub dynamic, oral F!receiving, virginity loss

“I know a part of you thinks I’m exploiting you for pleasure,” your teacher mumbled as he saw you into his humble room. “And while I won’t deny that it’s a side-effect I am most anxious to experience, there is truly a rule of magic to be learned here.”

You nodded. “I meant what I said. I’m letting you do anything to me tonight. But, just remember that I’m not exactly…versed in this, if you get my drift.”

“In magic, as in sex, it isn’t always about your experience, but it helps to have some practical knowledge,” Loki began, closing the door gently behind him. He then turned to you, narrowing his eyes and lowering his voice. “However, when you are a beginner, being able to surrender yourself to a caring mentor’s touch…”

Bringing a thumb up to your bottom lip, he looked as though he were observing you with curiosity as he paused. You took a deep breath and resisted the urge to bring his thumb right into your mouth.

“When handling your power, things will go wrong. You will lose duels. You will doubt your own abilities. This will happen less the more you accept the dark side of yourself and give it a chance to show you how to improvise.”

You felt a chill. “Dark side?”

“I’m not saying we’re going to go have sex over Mary Shelley’s grave,” Loki went on, “but it’s the improvise I want to practice. You need to learn what your nerves respond to. So, pet, our project for this evening will be as follows: as I unwrap your inhibitions and crawl inside your senses tonight, I am going to tell you what I am doing every step of the way. I am going to narrate every twitch of my cock inside you as you cum around me. What I command of you may frighten you. It may cause pain. But you are going to trust me.”

“And surrender myself to you,” you recited. Loki smiled and nodded, pleased with his pupil.

“I see. Very good.”

Your eyes were locked on one another’s, and it was as if yours were stuck in place.

“If my work tonight is good, you will begin to understand,” he promised. “I promise I will take care of you.”

He gently kissed you, letting his tongue only slightly poke your lips before he pulled away. “I will start gently,” he said. “Come with me.”

He pulled you over to the bed by your arm, softly pushing you onto the mattress. Placing a hand on each knee. “Part these and lean back a little,” he demanded. You instantly obeyed, and the minute you split your legs apart, you felt exposed, vulnerable, as the cool air in the room hit your wet sex.

Loki looked down at you like he had found treasure, but he quickly re-composed himself. “You’re adorable,” he said cheerfully, bringing a finger down and flicking your swelling clit with a long finger, sending electric sparks up your belly. “So sweet, a pretty little cunt just waiting for me.”

You went back further, and Loki leaned over you to put a hand on the back of your shoulder. “Not too far back. We aren’t lying down just yet.”

Bringing his finger, still wet with your arousal, up to one of your breasts, he tapped it on a nipple until it was hard as a pebble. “I bet your tits are delicious,” he growled hungrily. “I’m going to indulge myself just a moment before we get started, but I just can’t resist a round, plump…”

Loki dove down and latched onto your breast with his mouth, rolling your nipple between his lips and sucking greedily, making you see stars as you held onto his shoulder for dear life. He took a torturously long time feasting on your breast, and you were quickly growing sensitive there.

“Loki…it’s starting to…”

He finally looked up, hissing quietly. “You aren’t trusting me…” he warned.

You quickly nodded, the fear stricken in your spine from seeing how ravenous he was getting at the taste of you was thrilling.

“That was your one free warning,” he said, bringing his forehead to yours, whispering forebodingly. “Next time you doubt me, I’m taking you over my knee and smacking your ass. Is this understood?”

“Yes, Loki,” you sighed, the suggestion enough to make your pussy quiver.

“I am a firm, but fair teacher,” Loki said, running his lithe, nimble fingers over the hot, sensitive flesh of your breasts and neck. “Now, we will begin. And we will begin with a quiz on what you’ve learned about your touch--”

He swiftly grabbed both of your wrists and yanked them up, dragging you back into an upright sitting position at the edge of the bed. Kneeling between your legs, he took your open hands and placed each on a cheek. His skin was cool against your palms.

A moment’s pause, then his beautiful, sexy smile unfurled. “Ah, see? I don’t think you’ll need those damned gloves any more.”

You were relieved, but also concerned. “Does this mean I’ve already passed? That it’s all under control?”

Loki tsked and shook his head solemnly. “I’m afraid not. Fury will want to see that you’re capable of staying out of the wrong hands. He’s going to want to see fighting skills, comprehension, advancement…”

He brought your hands back to the mattress. “We still have ten months to explore everything about your gift together. However, right now, there’s something a bit more soft and warm I’d like to explore.”

Gently pushing you onto your back, he maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on your right thigh, sitting tall and dominating, looking down at you with greed. You felt his rock-hard erection against your leg as he only slightly began rocking his hips back and forth. “I won’t be going slowly, but don’t be surprised if I stop you in the middle of our dance to make you quake even more.”

“How will you do that?” you asked with craving curiosity

His grin this time was sinister. “I could take my finger and bring it between your folds like this,” he suggested, taking a digit and finding your clit immediately, tapping on it six times. Gentle as he was, each tap was like a button on your reflexes, and your hips squirmed under his hand. “So wet already…”

“Ooooh,” you began to moan as Loki’s taps turned into circles, and his one finger became two as they wandered up and down your slit, slipping over your opening several times, making your muscles involuntarily restrict.

He moved the hand away. “Just relax, kitten, and let your professor show you the truth of pure animalistic pleasure.” Bringing the hand back down to your twat, he began massaging it with his palm, slowing the pace until he was sure you were responding with what he wanted: need. The pressure sent you pressing into the mattress and groaning.

“Yes, be louder,” he implored. “Don’t be ashamed to scream it to the skies!”

Your cries were petite at first, your shy nature and lack of any sexual experience still poking at your nerves. Loki was going to have to do more to draw out the howls he wanted.

“I’m going to look at you more closely now,” he narrated. “A sopping cunt is one of my most desperate weaknesses.”

Diving down, putting his face between your legs, you could almost feel the edge of his nose against you as his face disappeared from your view. You felt his hands grab both of your wrists from underneath your bent knees, pinning you there, pulling your arms down just enough that struggle was not an option.

You thought you heard him mumble “a work of art…” before he lunged forward, using his long, almost snakelike tongue to gently lick at your bud and tease at your opening. You couldn’t think linearly anymore. The air became heavy with blissful fog as the sensations nearly drowned you, leaving you lying on your back, nearly stupefied from the feeling of Loki’s hungry mouth savoring your flavor.

Coming up for air, he had your arousal all over his lips, which he now seductively brushed away with a finger, only to put it in his mouth to savor it.

“Divine, sweet, just as I imagined,” he said, a low rasp bubbling in his words.

“Oh?” you trembled, so the single syllable sounded like several. “Imagined?”

“Oh, yes, my perfect little student, you don’t think I left you yesterday only to turn out the light and dream of sugar plums?” he replied.

You were intrigued. He fantasized about you? “What did you imagine?”

Loki tsked. “I don't think you--”

“--tell me!” you begged, whimpering pathetically as you called for more of his slippery, sexy words.

“Y/N, after I pulled away from you last night, know that I fucked my palms raw well into the midnight hour, and every second of it, my mind was spent in the Valhalla of your warm breath against my neck…your soft, sweating skin pressed to my belly…your plump, pink nipple between my lips...”

As if he were enchanted by his own words, breathlessly he began to dive down for another taste of you, but he threw another twist as instead, he began crawling ever so slowly up your body, his solid body overtaking yours. “Am I intimidating you?” he growled viciously, his dominance growing and overtaking his higher brain.

You nodded. “Yes, Loki.”

“I know you’ve never been with another before, so I won’t be too mean,” he promised, although his eyes told another story. “But you still may want to brace yourself, kitten. I think we’re almost ready.”

You felt a quick bolt of anxiety as you felt Loki bring his arm down, grabbing himself and pressing his erection against the inside of your leg. It felt harder than you thought, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to take all of it.

“I’ll ease myself into you slowly,” he explained, whispering into your ear. “I’ll let you take me at your pace, but don't be afraid of it. After tonight, you’ll always be dizzy with need for my fat cock.”

He locked your earlobe to punctuate his vow. You were nearly feral, and your temporary misgivings disappeared.

“Norns, you’re so slick!” he exclaimed. Taking hold of himself again, he stroked himself a few times. “Now, are you ready?”

Again, you couldn’t find your words. Instead, you moaned with a high-pitch and nodded. Loki took this as his final signal. He poked his tip at the very edge of your passage before slowly slipping inside you, stretching your walls. You hardly felt the pinch of the new sensation taking root for the first time, instead your nerves focused on how fucking HARD he felt, and how he was already beginning to bottom out, rocking back and forth, letting him slide up and down your walls.

You cried a little louder, and Loki grinned evilly, taking a thumb and pressing your lips shut. “Oh, are you letting go already? My star pupil…I’m going to pound harder now.”

He arched his back as he fully removed himself, quickly thrusting back again before you could make sense of his movement. This time, it did hurt a bit, and you cried again. This only seemed to give Loki motivation to repeat his more formidable rhythm.

You began to feel orgasmic energy build up like a thunderhead in your lower back as Loki moved faster, and your moans betrayed you heightened sensitivity. “Oh good, I’m not going to hold out much longer…I give you permission to cum all over my cock, my kitten!”

You whimpered one final time, allowing the sudden, intense pulses of pleasure to take your breath away. Your hips bucked underneath your teacher as your orgasm ripped you in half. Loki could feel every wave fall down your walls, making your cunt quiver with satisfaction. The feeling was like nothing you’d ever felt before. You’d gotten off. You masturbated like anybody. But this was your first time with a man. No, not a man. A god.

Loki released into you, grunting ferally and thrusting the hardest yet. Several moments later, he was spent, and with shudders still rippling over his skin as he finished, he collapsed on top of you.

Perhaps neither one of you were much for pillow talk, or maybe you;d over-exerted yourselves. Either way, within moments, you were asleep in one-another’s arms.

Dawn broke the following morning, neither of you having left Loki’s bedroom. You were tucked under his arm, your cheek resting against his pec as you both lazed about, hot and naked, on top of the sheets and diffused the intensity in the air with lighter prattle.

“But if I can pull it back, isn’t that enough?” you asked without much hope. “I’m not a danger. You’ve already taught me how to manage myself. It’s already starting to become easier, so shouldn’t my lessons be over after that?”

He let out a single chuckle. “Does teaching a man to clean his flute make him a virtuoso?”

You grunted. “I guess not.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. is a tricky monster. Fortunately, so am I,” he smiled, stirring slightly as he adjusted himself so that he was closer to a sitting position. “I’ve bet our lives on this wager, and I never just win a wager. My ultimate goal is to get them off my--our!--backs forever.”

“How?”

Loki gently nudged you as he continued to sit up. Once he leaned back, he beckoned for you to lean back against him again, which you happily did. “That, pet, is the point where I lose the trail.”

“Huh?”

He twisted his lip in thought. “Fury will want to not only see an ability to manage your powers, but to adapt them, grow them, perhaps put them to some kind of use.”

“What use is there for a touch of death?” you scoffed. “I’m not going to be Nick Fury’s personal executioner.”

“I would never allow it,” Loki assured you, turning his head to place a light kiss on your forehead. “Alas, your point is what I’m referring to. A tactile power is not a weapon unless your foe is within arm’s reach. It seems in this realm, the folk prefer to fight with guns and rockets and range gifts, which is all well and good…just not necessarily for our purposes.”

“Your magic has range,” you added.

Another sigh from Loki. “For as much as I can show you regarding the basics of magic management, there is a point where our respective abilities deviate from one another. After that, I am afraid I am as clueless as you are, my dear.”

“I’ve had this for as long as I can remember, and I still don’t know everything about it,” you mumbled. “Like yesterday--”

“--yesterday?” Loki asked with interest. “We were apart for nearly the entire day. What work did you do on your own without my supervision, Y/N?” There was a hint of authority and concern in his voice. It turned you on.

You shook your head in defense. “No, no, no, I didn’t do anything…on purpose, I still don't know if--”

“--if what?” Loki was growing ever more curious, and it was beginning to show in his tone.

“It…sort of happened on its own and I just felt it?” you half-explained, half-asked. “I took a textbook up the hill. I went to move this dead mouse away from the path and it--”

Loki nearly knocked you off of him this time. “Go on?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know! It wasn’t really dead!”

“How do you know this?” Loki asked for more. “Relax, Y/N, and just explain what happened.”

“It…it got up and ran away, but I really, really thought it was dead!” you said quickly. “It was cold and stiff.”

This time, Loki didn’t respond with so much as an eye twitch. You paused, but went on when you saw that you’d captivated him. “The weirdest part was how it made me feel, when I touched it and it woke up. I felt as if I’d immediately come down with the flu, but the symptoms went away once I had time to catch my breath.”

“Catch your breath? Did you chase after the creature?”

“No. I was sitting the entire time.”

Your teacher bit his lip, wheels beginning to turn in his head. “I thought you said using your power felt like a pull? A revitalizing pull?”

Nodding, you thought for a moment. “It does. Every time. A pull, and then my energy spikes, as if I’ve eaten a power up in a video game. The bigger the life I steal, the stronger I feel and the longer it lasts. After I slapped my ex to death, I physically felt like I could lift a car with my bare hands, and I only couldn’t shake the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents because they had AR-15s.”

You didn’t expect Loki to chortle. “What?” you barked.

“You slapped your ex-lover to death?” he asked with a smile.

“They didn’t tell you?” you asked, a small smile of pride unfurling under your nose.

He shrugged. “They only told me you’d killed someone with your powers, and that it was likely in defense.”

Nodding, you sat up and drew in your knees, curling into a ball. “If I know so little about what I can and can’t do, I guess I’m not as far along as I thought.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Y/N,” Loki assured you, laying a kind hand on your shoulder. “Do you think you’d be open to changing directions a little bit?”

You weren’t sure what he meant, so you silently indicated for him to explain his brewing idea, which he gladly did. This was plotting, after all. Allegedly his strongest suit.

“One of the few times you weren’t afraid of accidentally killing someone, you discovered something new about yourself almost immediately…a new side to your power,” he said, “because from what it sounds like, you may have more than just the ability to end life within you.”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “You don't think I actually resurrected that field mouse?”

Squinting as if looking through a fog for the right answer, all he added was, “resurrected is a rather advanced word. For now, let’s call it reanimated.”

Gritting your teeth, the word made you think of zombies. “Am I some kind of necromancer, then?”

Hearing the fear in your voice, Loki quickly wrapped his arms around you, drawing you into his embrace. “No! Nothing of that caliber, my dear!”

You sighed in relief.

“But,” he continued once he had his grip on you, “in order to fully learn about yourself, I think we need to ask our dear friend the King for something, a favor that I highly doubt she will give willingly.”

“What?” you asked.

“A license to kill.”

You felt yourself go cold. “Loki, no--”

“--what have we learned about trusting me?” he asked, sternly, his voice on its own enough to send electric jolts down your core.

You looked down submissively. “Yes, Loki. I’m sorry.”

He nodded, pleased. “As I said, she won’t like the idea, but if we’re going to see your powers at critical mass, the King will have to give you express permission to use your touch of death on various living specimens around here. And I mean use it.”

You couldn’t help but whimper with fear. Loki took your hand and squeezed it. “Y/N, you may not like it, but while you are here, you are going to do some killing.”

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