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lokisgoodgirl · 11 months

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A Long Shower [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You become an unwitting voyeur to Loki's post-workout routine. (w/c 2.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Voyeurism. Awkwardness. Thirst. Smuttish. M*sturbation. Language.

Shit shit shit shit shit You hurriedly crouched behind the row of lockers, hunched and contorted to an inch of your life. If you were honest, you didn’t think you were going to fit. And right now, you sort of wished you hadn’t. The air you’d sucked in felt like granite, holding your breath as Loki Laufeyson padded obliviously over the heated tiles.

Why am I such an awkward arsehole, you thought; lungs starting to burn. Can’t just say hello, excuse me; like a normal person. Need to hide behind the feckin’ lockers, Jesus.

The unmistakeable sound of his sultry singing had wafted down the hall like a hymn. 'Der ligger hun i sjøen, min elsker, Jeg hører henne rope når månen er høy' He was so absent-mindedly perfect, in every way. Fuck. You’d only come in to grab forgotten headphones, there was nothing untoward. And yet, when you’d heard his hypnotic gravelled voice– you had panicked. And now, it was too late. 'Hun kjenner ikke ledningene hun holder... som binder hennes hjerte til mitt' Silence. You opened one eye reluctantly, half expecting to see his magnificent form looming with sceptical disdain. But, no. He was bent on one knee facing the opposite wall, untying his trainers. I didn’t think he’d tie his own shoes, you frowned. That ass, though. Loki was dressed in skin-tight black workout clothes that left just enough to the imagination. And boy, had you imagined. That gym gear of his clung to every carved inch of his body like a second skin. Alongside the way that he growled and grunted through inhuman workouts, it was a miracle you had survived this long in the team. Lord above, the filthy things he had done to you in your head in the dead of night as you touched yourself beneath sweaty sheets. It might even make him blush. You bit your lip, blowing air gently, silently, through your nose. You suddenly felt twenty pounds lighter. The thought had often crossed your mind about just who Loki was behind closed doors. He was charming and polite, a bit extra – kind of an asshole sometimes. And he was always on. There had been a sign hanging in the hallway of your old high school which had read, ‘who you truly are, is the person you become when you think nobody's watching’. You thought about that sign a lot. Your gaze tracked up from Loki’s ankles, over the curve of his bulging thighs tight beneath the shorts; a sheet of damp curls hanging down past his neck. And who are you, Loki Laufeyson? He unfurled, the muscles in his calves hardening as he pushed up. The shoes were kicked aside as he ran his hands casually through that gorgeous hair with a sigh. Oh god, you realised with rising horror. Is he going to… Still facing the wall, Loki began to strip.

The damp lycra top was the first soldier to fall. It peeled away beneath crossed hands which raised achingly slowly above his head. With every inch of skin revealed, you felt the blood drain from your face. I’m going to pass out, you thought, pushing yourself back against the tiled wall and hoping it would absorb you. His broad, triangular torso was inescapable. You should close your eyes. Avert your gaze. Protect his modesty. But oh, god - Loki tugged the training top from his head with a strained grunt, wild hair falling in waves between shifting shoulder-blades. He stretched to the side, freshly pumped forearms bulging with sickening definition. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his iridescent skin. Fuck, how you wanted to lick him. Taste the virgin sweat that was gathered in every dip and valley. In the soft lighting of the changing rooms, every dented curve of his arms were visible, each breathe making the landscape of his back flex as he rolled his head from side to side. He has fucking...back-dimples. You realised you had been holding your breath again. Long fingers began to toy with the waistband of his shorts. Jesus take the wheel, not the shorts. They caught on the curve of his ass, elastic grazing sluttishly down taut skin. You pressed your lips together painfully to stop the whimper building behind your teeth as the shorts fell in a heap around his ankles. I’m fucked, you thought. He’s naked. And I’m fucked. All he had to do was turn around. But he didn’t. Loki took a step to the side, positioning himself with ceremonial purpose in front of a small square mirror. Blessedly, it was too far to the side to reveal your hiding spot. You watched as his brow furrowed, looking deep into his own eyes. If there was one thing more hypnotic than Loki’s body, it was his face. As deep and inscrutable as the galaxies themselves.

He brought a hand across his chest to the opposite shoulder, massaging the dip as he appraised what he saw against some inscrutable criteria. Loki’s endless legs widened, ass clenching. Your stomach had a heartbeat, whirring with unspent adrenaline. Of all the ways you imagined you would first see Loki naked – this was not it. The digits slid to his jaw, thumb and forefinger tipping it to either side as he inspected himself. Is he checking for wrinkles? With mild horror, you realised you couldn’t feel your legs. Loki frowned again, ropes of hard shoulder muscle rolling as he sighed deeply. It was a tired sigh. It made you wonder if a god-level workout was the only thing wearing him out in the morning. He ran a hand through his hair, turning away. Your eyes flew to the wall before firing shut, a primitive freeze response. This was it. The rumble of a shower spurting to life broke the silence, strong pressure from the fancy waterfall head pattering to the tiles below. The showers were to the far right, outside your frame of view. You let out the breath you were holding in staggered, soundless relief. Maybe I can get out while he’s distracted. Crawl out. On my fucking hands and knees like a pervert. You waited a few seconds until the water’s rhythm broke, a contented growl from Loki’s throat that made your pussy hum signalling that his ritual had begun. Like the aforementioned pervert, you craned forwards, peeking around the corner of the lockers. God, how your legs ached. Your eyes widened. Goddammm, Laufeyson.

Loki stood long and lean, water cascading from where the stream hit the back of his neck, all the way down his legs. Even in the shower, his posture was impeccable. He tilted his head back, lips parted as he let the fresh droplets soak his front. The curls you adored from afar had turned to an inky slick, tendrils winding over alabaster skin like an intricate tattoo. There was a quiet beauty about him like this. This was one of his few private moments, an oasis of calm in his otherwise simmering façade. He’s so fucking…beautiful, you pined; realising that your eyeline was dropping unforgivably down his naked body. The rounds of his ass glistened in the soft light, lucky droplets rolling over the curves of muscle which dipped in at the middle of each cheek. He shifted on his feet, the slap of water making you jump as he swivelled his midriff to the side. The baritone hum began again, a hauntingly beautiful melody. From this new angle, every ridge and valley of his abdomen came into view. Fluffs of bubbles ran down his slick skin at a snails pace, each trail lapping over the deep crevices of his adonis belt. Your breath hitched, drawing back behind the lockers so only the tiniest sliver of him was in view. Fat drips of water slid down his legs from hip to calf, relishing each second they spent grasped to his ethereal skin. The undeniable slick in your panties was becoming untenable, becoming an itch that you didn't dare scratch. Heat seeped through the fabric of your leggings as you squashed further back against the wall. Loki raked a hand through the jet mass of hair, shaking a clump as he smoothed it to one side. His eyes were closed, a dark fan of lashes pressed innocently against the delicate skin beneath. I’m going to go into cardiac arrest, you mused, making your peace as he raised one arm to brace against the tiled wall. His profile was in full view now, and for the first time, you caught a glimpse of the legendary cock which haunted your dreams. It rose against his flat stomach, hard and thick and ready to be fucked. Oh god. You swallowed, mouth drier than sand. No. No. No, this is not happening. You shook your head, trying pathetically to wake. The dull ache in your thighs had grown to a roar, muscles screaming to be released from the stress position you’d be holding for what felt like three hours. You felt your parched lips part as the god placed his palm against his obscene manhood, wrapping each straight finger singularly around the shaft with formidable intent. He licked his lips, looking down at it like prey. Like a conquest. The arm locked against the wall, fully outstretched, sliding the foot nearest you backwards a few inches. It squeaked. His bicep tensed as he pressed against the tile, running water continuing its steady beat against his perfect skin. And then, he began to pump. In slow, torturous strokes. Oh god. Loki’s pinky finger hit the sudsy patch of public hair around the base with every journey, squeezing his foreskin out at the tip as it reached the summit. This was not a man in a rush. This was a man with relaxation on his mind. What the actual fuck am I doing here. Your eyes squeezed shut again, slinking back. To be fair, you had more than enough material in the wank-bank to last you the rest of your days. So the next five minutes, then; you thought bitterly, as low moans of pleasure began to sink from the god’s lips. I will not survive this.

The sound mingled with the heavy steam filling the air, a heady scent of bergamot wafting as his erotic sighs and breathy groans reluctantly transcended you to a higher plane. Loki’s moans vibrated, rising and falling. He was shameless. Anyone could walk in, you thought incredulously; before realising the irony.

The god’s hips rocked into each swipe of his hand; fucking rhythmically against his fist as water cascaded over his neck and down chiselled abs. Clumps of soaking hair hung around his cheekbones, layered down his neck, down his shoulders. You hadn’t even realised you were staring at him again, rocking on the balls of your feet as your sweaty fingertips pressed against the floor in a trance. He was intoxicating. The way his brow creased. The way he was sighing gently from glistening lips. Droplets clung to his cheekbones, pacing downward before fainting to the porcelain below. He was completely in the moment, completely lost in himself. Who are you thinking about, Loki? Your heart was thundering, the acid collecting in your burning calves, forgotten. Loki released a ragged groan, taut obliques clenching. The muscles in his femurs tensed, his palm sliding down the wall as his whole body juddered. Long fingers that you fantasised about slipping deep inside you curled against the tiles. Please cum, you hoped ravenously; breaths quickening. Please, for the love of god please cum. “I know you’re there, Agent.” Cold dread rose with each slowly enunciated word, eyes widening as panic expanded like barbed foam in your belly. “Honestly," Loki smarmed, his head falling back with a rasping moan as he released himself with a final squeeze. “How you ever manage to conceal yourself in any undercover operation with all that heavy breathing is beyond me.” With an ungraceful gasp you fell forward, splayed on the heated tiles. Your forehead was pressed to the floor, mind racing as you carded through every possible excuse. None of them were plausible. With difficulty, you turned your cheek to the side to face him. “I’m sorry…” you mumbled, reluctantly pressing up and dusting off your leggings as your cheeks burned hot. “I didn’t mean to-I was just...and then you-” “-Look at me.” he said sternly. Your eyes fluttered up, hoping that the way you were gazing at him was penitent and seductive in equal measure. But he was smiling. Sort of. One side of Loki’s mouth twitched, the pressure from the waterfall shower bouncing outward from between his shoulder-blades as he stared you down. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. In that standard regally panty-wetting pose that you had admired many times while you raked every inch of his leather-clad body with covetous eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, and closed it again. “I plan on having a very long shower, Agent,” he purred knowingly, the inky curls pasted to his jawline making your stomach flip. He widened his legs, reminiscent of a battle stance. Your eyes fell to his perfect cock twitching neglected against his stomach and then back to his face. The clothes on your body felt heavier with every passing second. “Would you care to join me?” he said politely, as easily as offering you a cup of tea. He already knew the answer. He had known all along. Of course he knew, you mug. Your thighs squeezed together, biting your lip. Loki did the same, before stretching to a wide smile. Mischievous fire simmered in his dilated eyes. There was a click as the lock on the door slid shut of it’s own accord while you pulled your t-shirt over your head.

In the brief cover of darkness, you heard Loki moan again.

Loki's Song (aka nonsense I made up) There she lies in the lake, my lover I hear her call when the moon is high She does not know the cords she holds That bind her heart to mine

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Narfi

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader

Summary: You're going into labour - unexpectedly. The problem? It's way too early and Loki isn't home...

Warnings: pregnancy things, birth, pain, swear words? angst, panic attacks, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 5k (Whoopsies 👀)

a/n: Yaaaay! It's time for y'all to finally meet Narfi! 🥳 Ella is a big sister now! 🥰 I decided to wrote things slightly... 'different'. You'll see. I hope you like it! I tried my best! ☺️

Sidenote: I'm not a pregnancy/birthing expert, so... 😅🙈

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The day had started quite normal. Well... As normal as a day could start with being a little over six months pregnant. You had gotten up quite early to prepare breakfast and say goodbye to your husband, since he left for a mission quite early. Seven in the morning, to be precise, so you got up at six, in order to surprise him with your self-made pancakes. No, you didn't do that for Loki before every mission, but you did it today, since he had to go with Tony - about which he was everything but amused. He had been grumpy all day yesterday after getting to know that. But well... The mission had to be done and Tony was the only one available together with Loki. Though, it wasn't just that. Loki didn't like to leave you alone, now that you reached the seventh month. Sure, you weren't close to birth yet, but nevertheless... It didn't sit right with him. He didn't have a good feeling about it.

Just when you flipped the first pancake in the pan, the door to the kitchen got quietly opened and closed again. "Darling? What in all the nine realms are you doing here?" You knew that he would protest, seeing you up this early. You didn't care, though. You were pregnant not sick. "Preparing a delicious breakfast for my husband," you announced, turning around to face him with a smile. "Since he has to go on a mission with the mean and annoying man of steel." Loki sighed, shaking his head, "Don't even start..." and stepped closer to you. He was already dressed in his full Asgardian armour – except for his helmet, ready to go. "That's really sweet of you, my queen, but you didn't have to do that. I'd rather have you in bed, resting and growing our baby boy." Loki said, cupping your big bump and leaning down to bestow a loving, but sensual kiss upon your lips. You couldn't help but smile in the kiss, lifting both your hands to rest on his leather clad chest. "I know, baby, but I just wanted to do that for you. Wasn't able to sleep anyway for the last two or three ours." The God's expression changed; his face now reflected worry and concern. "Why couldn't you sleep? Is everything alright?" You nodding and rubbed you palms up and down his chest in order to calm him. "Yes, of course, Lokes. I just had a few Braxton Hicks contractions, got kicked by your son a few times and needed to get up to pee two times." Loki nodded, now slightly relieved by your answer, but not entirely. His big hands roamed over your protruding stomach, caressing it gently. "Are you sure, my love?" "Yes, I am." You said, capturing his lips for a quick kiss. "Now sit down and have some pancakes - unless you like 'em burned." Loki rolled his eyes but smiled, causing you to giggle. He gave in in the end, of course and sat down, eating your self-made pancakes. The God couldn't lie... He loved your pancakes and he loved that you surprised him with it. But no matter how much he would love to help you clean up now, wake Ella and bring her to the kindergarten, before spending a lazy morning in bed with you, he had to go... And he absolutely hated it.

"Be safe, okay?" You told him, standing in the door frame of the main door. "Of course, darling. Don't worry about me." Loki wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. "You two be safe, yes?" He said, nodding at your belly and you. "Yes." "Good. Take it easy and rest. I'll be back in two days." You nodded, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. "I'm going to miss you, Lokes..." "I'm going to miss you and my princess and prince as well." You smiled at him, squeezing his thick leather clad shoulders. "Don't annoy Tony so much, yeah?" You said, teasing him slightly and knowing exactly that this would never even happen in your wildest dream. They were going to annoy the hell out of each other... "I'm afraid I can't promise you that, my love." Loki chuckled, winking; before he turned to leave.

After saying thoroughly goodbye to Loki, you cleaned up the kitchen, woke up Ella and got her ready for kindergarten, before bringing her there, of course.

While your daughter was away, you cleaned up the house a bit and did some laundry. Much to your dismiss, you had to take a lot of breaks, due to quite a lot Braxton Hicks contractions. At some point, it even really started to annoy you. It hadn't been that bad with Ella...

Hours ticked by and the Braxton Hicks didn't get better. Rather worse. So, you tried to lay down and sleep, give your body some rest. At first, that was perfectly fine - until you woke up again, with a sticky feeling between your legs. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, your brain needed a moment to catch up. Frowning, you shifted, feeling like you've gotten your period - what was impossible. What in all the nine- Oh no... That was the moment in which your brain had finally caught up, sending a shockwave through your whole body. Within seconds, you sat up and threw the blanket aside. On your sleep shorts was a wet patch - and no, you didn't pee yourself. Your eyes widened at that sight, heart hammering against your chest. Your water broke. Your fucking water broke. That couldn't be. It was way too early. You were not even seven entire months pregnant. "Oh no, no, no..." Panic started to course through your system, as you got up and made your way as fast as possible into the bathroom. It was true. Your water broke. The Braxton Hicks contractions weren't Braxton Hicks... They were real contractions. Not knowing what to do or how to react, you did the only thing your panicking brain could think of... Calling your husband. Grabbing your phone, you quickly tapped on his contact in order to call him; praying to the Gods that he was able to accept your call while flying on the Quinjet. To your sheer relief, he could. "Darling? Everything al-" You didn't even let him finish his sentence. You couldn't. You were way too afraid and panicky. "M-My water broke, Loki." There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. "I beg you pardon, w-what?" "My water broke. I-I'm in labour." You said, swallowing hard as you felt the tears coming up in your eyes. "I-It's way too early, Loki! I-I shouldn't be in labour now! I'm not even halfway through the seventh month! I-I don't know what is going on! I-I'm afraid! Loki, what do I do now?!" You sobbed, rambling. "Okay, okay, darling. First, take a deep breath please, then tell me exactly what happened." "O-Okay." You did what your husband said, took a deep breath. "I-I had contractions all morning. I-I thought they were just Braxton Hicks, but they weren't. I decided t-to lay down, have some rest, a-and now I woke up and my... my water was broken. I-I'm in- Ughhh..." Another contraction caused you to cut off your own sentence. "L-Labour... I-I'm in labour."

On the Quinjet, Loki literally froze to the ground in pure shock. Your water broke?! You were in labour?! How could that be? It was way too early and- Oh no... His eyes widened at the realisation which dawned suddenly on him. It was too early - for a normal pregnancy, but... not for a Jotun pregnancy. His blood froze in his veins. Seemed like that baby inherited way more of his Jotun genes than he anticipated. Than everybody anticipated. Not even the healers on Asgard saw that coming...

"L-Loki?" Your weaky, shaky voice snapped him immediately back into reality. "I'm sorry, darling, I'm right here. Listen... Normal pregnancies last for about nine to ten months, but Jotun pregnancies last about seven, which means..." "Oh gods... O-Our baby is a Jotun?" Your voice was filled with so much fear. "Not entirely, I think. But my Jotun genes are strong, I'm afraid. I'm so sorry, my love. If I would've known, I-" "No..." You interrupted him on an instant. "Don't blame yourself, please. I-I think I'm ready to give birth, it's just... so sudden, I..." You took a deep breath, feeling the next contraction creep up on you. "I just want our baby to be okay. I-I couldn't stand if something would happen to him. Y-You said he's presumably not entirely Jotun, so what if it's still too early? What if he's not ready to survive outside my womb yet? O-Oh gods..." Another wave of panic rolled through you, causing you to stumble back slightly. "Y/N, love, hey... Listen to me. This won't happen, okay? Everything is going to be alright. You will be alright and our baby as well. Don't panic, please. This is not good for either of you." You nodded, more so to yourself to persuade yourself that he was right. "O-Okay.... Okay. I-I'm going to call Heimdall, so that he can open the Bifrost for m-" "No!" Your husband interjected immediately, voice filled with fear and worry. "W-What?" You were confused now. "You can't do that. I-It's not safe. Travelling with the Bifrost while being pregnant - no problem at all. Travelling with the Bifrost while being in labour - dangerous. It could harm the baby. You can't go to Asgard, my love. It's too late. You need to have our baby here, on Midgard."

That didn't help your anxiety either. Not at all. You were prepared to give birth on Asgard, just like you did with Ella. It was way safer, given the fact that the healers knew what they were dealing with. Your babies weren't just normal babies after all. Certainly not your son. He was a Frost Giant. How on earth would be human doctors able to deal with that? "Ohhh no, no, no, no... I can't do this, Loki. I can't do this here, without the healers!" You could swear, you never felt so much fear in your life than in that moment. "Love, please... I need you to stay calm. I know this isn't easy, but hyperventilation is going to make it worse. Please, my queen, please." "A-And what do I do now?" You cried, unable to hold back the tears anymore. Loki's heart ached, knowing that he should be with you right now and not on a damn Quinjet, heading for Sacramento. "You are going to call an ambulance and make sure you're under medical supervision, okay?" "O-Okay." "I'll look after the rest and try to come back home as fast as possible. Call me, if you need me, yes?" "Y-Yes." "Good. I love you. We're going to make this, I promise." Loki hated to hang up now, but he had to. The God needed to make sure that this Quinjet was no longer heading away from you, but back to you. So, he headed for the cockpit, where Tony was.

The billionaire said casually in his chair, working on new blueprints for an even better suit. The Quinjet was on autopilot. "Stark!" Loki bellowed. "We need to turn around and fly back!" An exaggerated sigh could be heard from Tony, before he swiftly turned around in the chair. "No, absolutely not, Reindeer Games." "It's urgent, Stark. An emergency!" Another annoyed sigh from Tony. "I know you don't like to be on this mission with me - what goes both ways. I don't like spending time with you either, but this mission is impor-" The man didn't get any further. Loki, which had clearly lost his patience with the billionaire already, grabbed him the lapels of his sweatshirt, pulled him roughly out of his chair and pinned him with a thud against the nearby metal wall. Tony was way too perplexed to fight back. Not that he would stand a chance against the God. Without his suit, he was nothing more than a normal man. That was what Loki thought at least. "This idiotic mission is not even in the slightest important to me. My family is important to me. I tell you there's an emergency and you just keep on mocking me?" Loki snarled; a dark chuckle leaving his lips. "Big mistake - and you should know that, Stark. I have to go back to my wife and unborn baby. Y/N went into labour way too early. I don't care about rescuing cats from trees. All I care about right now is the safety and health of my wife and child." He tightened his grip a bit, while Tony just stared at him like paralyzed. "Now turn this Quinjet around, Stark or you are going to wish you had taken my brother on this mission instead of me." Tony blinked; the words reaching his brilliant brain. Immediately, the usually so quick-witted man lifted his hands in awe. He didn't know. How could he know? "Okay, Reindeer Games, okay! I surrender! Just... Let me down." With another angry snarl, Loki let go of Tony - who went to the control board on an instant and changed the destination of the autopilot again. The God witnessed it, gave the man another intense look, before he turned to leave. "Idiot... He could've just said that this was about Y/N instead of threatening me..." Tony muttered under his breath, unable to hear for Loki, as he sat back down on the chair. "Don't fret, my love. I'm coming." Loki mumbled, staring out of the small window. His heart was aching for his wife. He should have never left. He just should've stayed.

You couldn't remember much. Calling an ambulance and riding with them towards the hospital was one of those things.

"Okay, ma'am can you walk?" One of the friendly paramedics asked. A man with ash blonde hair and a lip piercing. You nodded, steadying yourself at the hallway wand. "I-I think so, yes." "Alright. We will steady you." Together with the two paramedics, you made your way down the elevator and hallways of the Avengers compound. It was quiet. Nobody was home. Except you. It was a rare thing to happen, but it did happen. Unfortunately, right on that day. "How far apart are your contractions now? Can you tell that?" The woman with a ponytail asked. "I-I, um... Uh..." You were still shaken up. Loki's words managed to calm you, yes, but only to a certain extent. "I think about an hour apart now." "Okay, and your water broke?" "Y-Yes." You reached the ambulance after a fifteen-minute slow walk, the paramedics helping you inside. "And how far are you exactly?" Asked the man. You swallowed. "Twenty-five weeks." The man and woman's eyes widened, shock written all over their face, causing you to quickly add some more information. "B-But, uh this-" You started, but help your breath as another contraction rolled over you. The pain causing you to bend over, gritting your teeth. The grip of both the man and woman tightened, in order to keep you steady. After taking a few deep, deep breaths, you continued. "This isn't a n-normal pregnancy... M-My husband isn't from, u-um here. He's uh, halfway Asgardian and Jotun, a-and this baby has a lot o-of Jotun genes apparently. T-That's why our son's coming earlier." Your gaze met both their eyes, which reflected still shock, but also disbelief. They clearly needed a moment to get along. Blinking, the man nodded. "O-Okay, um. We just get you to the hospital first. Then we'll see." Said and done. About fifteen minutes later, you were in the hospital - and from that point on, everything went a bit blurry. Your heart was beating fast against your chest, as the car came to an halt. You weren't ready for this. You weren't. No matter if this baby was actually ready to be born, it was still too early. Even for the Jotun pregnancy - as you realized a few minutes ago. This caused a fresh wave of angst and panic course through your system, making your hands shake. So many thoughts were cursing through your mind. What if the baby wasn't going to survive this? Loki wasn't here. What if he couldn't make it back in time? You needed him. You couldn't bring this baby into this world without him, could you? And with that not enough... A contraction like you never had before rolled over your body, causing you almost to black out from the amount of pain. Panting hard, you suddenly felt something else within your body. "I-I-I need to push. I-I, oh gods. I need to p-push." You stammered out, shocking the paramedics again. "Ma'am, are you sure? You just told us your contractions were about an hour apart." "I-I know, but- ahhhh." You couldn't resist this urge any longer. You had to. "Okay, quick, get her inside. We need to check on her!" The woman said, quickly helping the man to get you inside the hospital.

This didn't help your anxiety as well. Quite the opposite. It became even worse. So bad, that you couldn't fight it anymore. It started to cloud your mind; invading your brain. You halfway passed out on the way, but everything was a blur; constantly switching between consciousness and unconsciousness. Bright light, some strange voices saying words you couldn't make out - and the faint cry of a baby was all you could remember.

The Quinjet had been going as fast as possible - and yet it took Tony and Loki almost three hours to get back to the Avengers compound. Without even saying a single word to Tony, Loki stormed out of the Quinjet the moment it touched the ground. You and his son were everything he could think about right now. There was nothing more important to the God in all the nine realms - except Ella and probably his oaf of a brother. So, he made his way straight to the hospital, stormed through the doors and headed immediately to the maternity ward. Good thing that he was here before, when little Morgan was born not so long ago. It helped him now to remember the way.

With quick steps approached Loki the first nurse he saw in that big, white hallway... A man with very short, pink hair.

"Excuse me, would you please lead me to my wife? Y/N Y/L/N. She must be here." The nurse stopped in his movements, turned to face Loki, eyes widening slightly. You could tell that the man was quite a bit shocked at what his eyes saw. And maybe he wasn't taking Loki seriously. "I, um... I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm afraid I can't." The God frowned. "What? Why not? I demand to see my wife!" The male nurse shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I can't allow a stranger to go-" "I'm not a stranger! I'm the husband and father of the child my wife is currently bringing into this world!" The God balled his hands to fists, clearly angered now. But the nurse didn't budge. "I understand your worry and concern, but I am not allowed to, Sir, until I have this checked." Loki sighed. Probably it wasn't a good idea to literally storm into this hospital, still dressed in full Asgardian armour and armed to the teeth... Loki was sure he was going to hear from Fury about this - and Steve. But what was he supposed to do? That was Y/N - and his unborn baby! A deep breath left Loki's lips as he turned around and took a few steps away from the nurse. With a snap of his fingers, a green shimmer enveloped his body, changing his armour into a hoodie, black jeans and a pair of sneakers. Then he turned to face the man again, who stood open-mouthed across from him, clearly shocked and surprised at what he just witnessed. "Please. I'm begging you. I just want to see my wife and child." If his son wasn't born already - what Loki didn't hope... He was never one to beg. Never. But this situation, with him not knowing how you and the baby were doing, had him on his knees. At Loki's pleading look, the nurse gave in. "Alright, Sir. I'll have a look. What's your wife's name again?" "Y/N Y/L/N." "And you are...?" "Loki Laufeyson." "Okay. I'll be right back." Loki nodded, being very relieved. "Thank you."

About five minutes later, the man came back - with a woman in tow, which definitely looked like a doctor. The God felt how his heart sped up. Was this a good sign or a bad sign? He didn't know. "Mr. Laufeyson?" The doctor approached him. "Yes. My wife is she...?" "She is alright." Relief washed over Loki. "Thank the norns... A-And the baby?" "Alright as well." Loki swallowed. "S-So he's already born?" The woman nodded, giving him an apologetic smile. "He is." His shoulders slumped, sadness overcoming him like a big shadow. "I missed the birth of my son..." He mumbled under his breath, nevertheless loud enough for the doctor to hear. "I'm sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, but the little man couldn't wait for his dad to arrive." Another nod from the God. "How did the birth go? Without complications, I hope?" "Yes. It was a natural birth, although your wife went through a lot of stress and panic attacks. During the birth she was constantly slipping in and out of consciousness." Loki's eyes widened at that. Oh norns... Apparently, you had been so afraid of the sudden situation you were thrown in. Fear of giving birth. Fear of giving birth too early. Fear of the baby's health. And he couldn't be there. No, he sat on a fucking Quinjet towards Sacramento with Tony Stark. Great. "Can I see them, please?" "Of course. Want to pick up your son first?" Loki's heart sped up at the thought of seeing and holding his son for the very first time. "Yes, please." "Follow me."

The doctor led Loki down the hall and around the corner into another hallway, until they came to an halt in front of a big door with two window panes in the middle. "This is our newborn nursery. Before you can enter this room, you have to change." She handed Loki a blue hygiene coat, who quickly put it on. "Ready to meet your son?" The God nodded, almost impatiently.

The woman then led him through the newborn nursery, in which countless cribs stood. Some empty, some with a baby inside. Loki was pretty sure that he had never seen so many babies in one room in his life before. His eyes travelled from one to the other, as the doctor was leading him through the big room.

"There we are." She announced then, stopping in front of one of the cribs. "Meet your son, Mr. Laufeyson." Loki wasn't able to see much yet, but what he saw, was a tiny, blue hand peeking out of the crib. Like Ella, was his son born in his Jotun form - as it seemed. The God's eyes widened slightly, before they searched for Dr. Martin's - as he could read on the little name plate; his brain already working fast to come up with an explanation. Sure, they didn't see a blue baby every day... Just as he wanted to open his mouth, Dr. Martin spoke up. "Your wife told us." She said, smiling softly. He blinked, was a bit taken aback. A blue baby... And nobody lost it? The doctor seemed to read the confusion on Loki's face. "Your baby boy isn't the first special baby we had here." She explained further, before she turned on her heels to leave. "I give you a few minutes of alone time with your son now. I think after that we can take him to his mama." Loki was still in some kind of shock, unable to say a word and just watched the friendly and understanding doctor leave - until a soft, but demanding whine ripped him out of his trance; causing his stomach to flip. The God's head snapped immediately direction crib. Cautiously, he approached the little bed, taking the first look on his newborn son. The little boy was wrapped up in a light blue teddy bear babygrow. Little legs pulled up against his belly; tiny hands balled into fists. His eyes were still closed, but his face was contorted, as another soft whine left his pouty lips. A tuft of black hair was on his head. Loki wasn't able to see a lot of his skin, but as he could tell from afar, it was blue. Familiar marks and ridges adorned his son's face and head. Loki's heart did another somersault, as it fell hopelessly in love with the baby boy. He was beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful - and he was his.

"Hello, little man." Loki spoke in a soft, hushed tone. As soon as his voice urged to the baby's ears, his tiny face seemed to relax; clearly feeling and hearing that his father was close. Without hesitation, Loki reached inside the crib and took the baby carefully up in his arms. "Welcome to this world, Narfi." He managed to choke out, before his emotions got stuck in his throat and a few tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He was blessed with becoming a father again... It was hard to grasp for Loki. He needed a few moments to realise it; feeling pure love and proudness course through his veins. It eased the pain and sadness of missing Narfi's birth a bit. He was here now - and he would not leave his or your side again. "I am so sorry I missed the moment you saw the light of the day, but I am here now, my little prince. Daddy's here now." Loki enjoyed the first precious moments he spent with Narfi, holding him close and letting him feel all his love. One thing was missing though... A thing he did with Ella as well. A thing he would make sure to catch up on later, as soon as he was alone with you and his son.

You blinked your eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight, which flooded the room. The first thing you noticed was the white ceiling above you. You tried to remember what had happened. Your memory was blurry. All you could think of was calling Loki in a panic, telling him you were in labour. You remembered his words and that you called an ambulance, just like he said. You remembered riding with them towards the hospital, but after that it became a haze. "Y/N?" A voice called suddenly out to you. "Love, are you awake?" A familiar voice. Loki. You turned your head in the direction where his voice came from; gaze landing on your husband, who sat beside your bed on a chair, shirtless, skin tinged in blue - and with a small bundle resting against his bare chest, causing your eyes to widen. Loki wore a smile, gentle ruby eyes looking at you. "Hey, my love." He whispered, reaching out his hand for you to take - which you did. "Would you like to meet our son? I think he's very eager to meet his mama." A wave of emotions and feelings over rolled you. You had given birth? How could it be that you couldn't remember? "I-I-I yes, oh gods, Loki... I-I-" "Shhhh, everything is alright." He hushed and reassured you immediately, giving your hand a squeeze, before handing Narfi over to you. You took your newborn son into your arms with shaky hands. This moment seemed so surreal, and yet it was happening right in front of your eyes. "H-Hi, my little prince." You whispered, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. At your voice Narfi opened his eyes, his father's beautiful matching ruby eyes looking up at you. "Hi... I'm your mama." The baby just stared at you with big eyes, cuddling closer to you. You couldn't help but smile, feeling the tears fall now. A thing you immediately notice was, that - unlike Ella, Narfi stayed in his Jotun form and didn't shapeshift. Perhaps he needed a bit longer for that - which wasn't a bad thing, of course. "What happened?" You asked then. Loki was more than willing to explain everything to you, from the very start.

"How are you feeling now, love?" Your husband asked in the end, after having a long conversation with you. "Tired and exhausted, but I-I- Norns, Lokes, I'm so sorry you missed the birth... I-I should've called you earlier o-or-" "Hey, it's okay, darling." He interrupted you, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Please don't blame yourself for this. If anything, I am the one to blame, because I wasn't here earlier. But I am here now - and that is what counts." You gave him a soft, but still slightly saddened smile. "Does Ella know?" Loki nodded. "I called Jane, explained everything to her. She agreed to pick Ella up from kindergarten and to tell her." You smiled, thinking of how excited your daughter must be. "I can't wait for her to meet her baby brother." Loki chuckled, placing a big hand on Narfi's back. "Me neither. But for now, you have to rest, my love. I'm right here." He said, learning down to kiss you leisurely, before he rested his forehead against yours. "I love you so much, my queen... And my little princess and littlest prince as well. Thank you for gifting me the wonderful life I never thought I deserved."

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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H-Hi um… I hope I’m not bugging you b-b-but I have another re-request… Loki x reader w-w-where normally Loki instigates sex with the r-reader but sh-she feels more c-confident about herself w-with Loki so sh-she decides th-that she’s going t-to try it. S-So they go out on a d-d-date and though bashfully sh-she whispers n-naughty things to him. S-So he playfully punishes and teases her for h-hiding this side of her and th-then rewards her a-a-at home? Sweet a-a-aftercare of course.

I h-hope you a-are having a g-good day and are staying hydrated.

-🧁 Cupcake Anon

Title | Teasing

Summary | Reader and Loki have a regularly scheduled date night, but tonight is special because Reader wants to finally initiate things herself.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Genre | Smut

Story Warnings/Kinks | Teasing, Cursing, Sex, Spanking, Light Degradation (if you squint), Begging, Praise, Nice Aftercare

Translations | None.

Author's Note | Another story written for my lovie! I hope you enjoy it and I'm sorry it has taken so long. I'm trying to hop back on the wagon, but it feels like it's been one thing after another the last few weeks. My goat died, my classes started, I got the flu, and then had to get a sort of out-of-the-blue surgery (not related to having the flu). Hopefully, things will smooth out soon and I'll be back to 100%. Until then, here is my gift to you 💚

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"Nope, nope, no! It is date night!" She cried, nearly stomping. "You are not canceling date night! Tell Thor to fuck off."

He raised a brow at her, trying not to snicker at her sassiness. “I am not canceling date night, my sassy little goddess. I simply mean to postpone it, by merely an hour.”

“No!” She stomped. “Tell him no, you can do it tomorrow.”

She slid into her heels and started heading for the door of their apartment in the Avenger’s tower. “I’ll be in the car.”

Five minutes later Loki joined her in the said car and grabbed her hand as he started the engine. “I’m sorry, okay?”

Y/N sighed. “Just promise this will actually be a full, and real date. That we’re not going to change plans or leave early because of some superhero bullshit?”

“I promise.”

Nodding, she decided to just accept his promise, and not push any further. She’d been planning this date for a week. They had picked out a really nice restaurant and she even went shopping for a new dress to wear. She had even blushed in embarrassment ten times over coming up with a plan for after the date. Loki always made the decisions as far as sex went, and she never had a problem with that, but it was her turn now.

She blushed in the car just thinking about it.

As they drove, his hand moved from her hand to her thigh, without him even seeming to notice. He always drove like this, and always had a hand on her somewhere. It made her blush in some situations; like when they were in team meetings and he refused to let go of her, but in situations like this, it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He was all hers, and she was drunk on the thought.

When they pulled up to the restaurant, Loki handed the keys off to the valet and took Y/N’s hand. It was one of those black-tie-only restaurants and they’d never been. When they first started dating, she had made it her job to catch Loki up in Midgaurdian culture, and that included food. So, they sat down and made a long list of places they wanted to eat at, and this was on the list.

It smelled of tomato sauce and pasta when they walked in and Loki gave them their reservation. Sitting at a private booth, Loki wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled her close.

“I love you, darling.” He whispered, kissing the side of her face.

“Yeah?” She murmured, kissing him back and setting her plan into action. “Gonna prove it after we get home?” She kissed his ear and he raised a brow at her.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mhm,” She murmured, kissing him again before she heard someone clear their throat.

Turning, the waiter smiled awkwardly and set two menus in front of them. “Can I get you started with something to drink?” His Italian accent was heavy.

“How about a bottle of red wine, the best you’ve got?” Loki said, grinning. Red wine was Y/N’s favorite, as he’d learned pretty early on. She had a glass of it nearly every night and anytime that Tony teased her, she reminded him that it was good for the heart and she definitely wasn’t an alcoholic.

“Red wine,” The waiter repeated, and then looked back. “Any appetizers?”

“No thank you,” Loki answered, after looking to Y/N to check. The waiter left them to look over the menu but she soon realized it was all in Italian.

“Loki, I can’t read this.” She whispered.

“Fret not, I can.”

“Is there a language you don’t speak?”

He thought for a minute. “Never got around to learning Hindi. Perhaps, I should do that.”

She laughed and then leaned close. “Well, you’ve proven over and over that you speak French pretty fluently.” She kissed his ear, trying her hardest to be seductive and not awkward. “Especially between my legs,”

She felt him smirking but she couldn't help her face from heating up.

"Are you trying to hint at something, pet?" His tone sent shivers down her spine as she avoided his eyes.

"I'm merely stating facts." She replied, begging with everything in her that she sounded sly and seductive and not as awkward as she felt.

She had never once tried to seduce anyone. Hopefully, it wasn't painfully obvious.

His fingers brushed along her leg, crawling towards the inside of her thigh and she started cursing herself for buying such a ridiculously short dress.

Suddenly, saving her from continuing into the situation she wouldn't have been able to refuse, the waiter showed back up and poured them two glasses of wine. He set the bottle in the middle of the table and looked at them.

"Ready to order?"

Panicked, she suddenly remembered she hadn't picked anything because she couldn't read the menu.

"Uhh—"

"We'll take a Minestrone soup and spaghetti." Loki interrupted, smiling politely as he handed the waiter their menus.

Once he had taken them and left, she turned to Loki. "I hope the spaghetti is for me."

"It is." He said, smirking before leaning towards her. "Now where were we?"

Before she could protest that they were in public, he captured her lips, stealing her breath.

"Gee, might as well just fuck me right here on the table." She murmured when he started devouring her neck.

"Oh darling, I just might."

She reached down, rubbing his length through his black pants and making him moan.

"That's usually my move."

"Mine now,"

Wondering how much she could truly get away with before he noticed something was up with her abnormal amount of confidence, she grabbed his hair to pull him closer.

"What has gotten into you?" He whispered against her lips. "Or where has this brazen side of you been all this time?"

She pulled back, blushing and trying to slow her racing heart.

Brushing a hair behind her ear, Loki smiled. "Don't be shy now, I'm just surprised you've had this confidence hiding from me. Fret now, I like it."

He teased her about it for a few minutes before the server came with their food. After that, he was too busy bragging about the soup to tease her.

It wasn't until the car ride that she felt she should pick the flirting back up to make sure he knew what she wanted.

"We didn't get dessert." She whined.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling, it totally slipped my mind." He grabbed her hand and kissed it as he apologized.

"You could be my dessert." She suggested shyly, feeling her face immediately heat up as the words left her mouth.

"That's not a bad idea, pet." He turned to her as they stopped at a red light, and ran his thumb over her chin.

"But honestly, where has this side of you been, my little minx?"

Blushing even harder, she leaned into his hand and hummed. He kept his hand somewhere on her the entire way home.

It wasn't until they were in the safety of their shared bedroom that he really began his teasing. Grabbing her hips as he kissed her

“That is a wonderful idea, pet.” He purred before reaching down to firmly place his palm on her thigh. He held it the entire rest of the drive, but it wasn’t until they had made it into their shared bedroom that he unleashed the real teasing.

Grabbing her hips and kissing her feverishly, Loki pushed Y/N against the bed as soon as they were inside. She whined as he pushed himself against her, making them both fall to the bed.

“Wait, wait,” She panted, wanting to talk for a minute before they got into it.

“Oh no,” He growled, snapping their clothes away. “You teased me and showed you’d been hiding such a scandalous side to yourself. Now I’m going to punish you for hiding from me.”

She whimpered as his fingers trailed down her side and then dug into her thighs. “What are you gonna do?” She whispered.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He slapped her thigh lightly, making her gasp as the heat rushed to her core. “Roll over.”

His commanding voice made the moan spilling from her lips impossible to cover. Following his orders and rolling onto her stomach, she tried to shiver at the feeling of his hands softly scratching down her back and butt.

“You’ve been hiding such a brazen piece of yourself. And for that, you will pay."

She squealed as his hand connected with her butt, releasing a slapping noise across the room.

"I'm sorry!" She immediately babbled as he spanked her again.

"Are you going to hide from me anymore?"

"No! No! I promise!" He hit her again, making her moan his name as her thighs soaked even more.

He rolled her into her back, leaning down and kissing her belly, right above her belly button. He kissed up, in the valley between her breast and then her throat, sucking dark circles in.

"Loki," She moaned, grabbing his dark curls.

He pushed into her lips, kissing her passionately while laying his body flat against hers.

Reaching in between them, he rubbed her clit, which soaked his fingers. Y/N's mouth opened with a loud moan and Loki bit her bottom lip, growling and kissing her open mouth again.

"There you go," He encouraged. "Moan for me,"

"Oh god!" She whined loudly, feeling all her nerves come alive. "Loki, please!"

"Aw, please what darling?" His condescending voice whispered into her ear.

"Fuck me!" She groaned, grinding against his fingers desperately. "Please, please, Loki! Fuck me!"

"So demanding…" He teased, rubbing his hard cock between her folds slowly before using it to touch her clit. "But you did say please."

He prodded her entrance experimentally, watching her face contorted in pleasure as her mouth opened in silent moans. Testing her bounds, he pushed into her slowly.

She tossed her head back and nearly screamed as she gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips.

"Yes! Harder!"

He pushed his hips into hers faster and moaned into her ear, unable to control himself.

"Fuck you're so tight. My own little goddess."

Kissing her neck, Loki couldn't help but whisper how much he loved her and how good she felt wrapped around him tightly.

"Loki! You're gonna make me cum!" She moaned loudly, whimpering every time he sunk his teeth into her neck and moaned. Loki was never one to be quiet during sex, and he sure didn't change that tonight. Letting out a symphony of groans and praises, he made sure that with every snap of his hips, his pelvic bone brushed against her clit.

"Fuck! So tight, so tight! Such a good girl for me, Y/N."

She whimpered and clung to him tighter, her eyes rolling back with every wave of pleasure he drowned her in. She knew teasing him a the restaurant would cause some sort of reaction, but had she known it would make him fuck her like this, she would have never stopped.

"When you cum," She whispered in his ear, moaning. "I want it to be inside me."

His hips stuttered momentarily and then he was drilling into her harder, grabbing the headboard for support as he moaned.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, are you trying to kill me?"

She'd never asked him to cum inside before, and he never had, but she'd been on birth control (because duh) and had been thinking about it for a while before she finally decided she wanted to know what it felt like.

Wondering how far his newly-discovered kink for this went, she leaned up and bit his ear before whispering, "I want you to put a baby in me."

"Oh fuck!" She watched his eyes roll back as he fucked her indescribably harder while wrapping his arms around her.

"Y/N if you don't stop that, I'm going to cum too quickly."

"Do it. Cum in me, please. Please, Loki!" She'd been on the edge for minutes but knew his golden rule was that they cum together.

Groaning and moving to grab her hips with bruise-inducing strength, Loki was panting with desperation. He moved his thumb down and started rubbing circles into her clit, making Y/N cry out and moan his name.

As they both saw stars, Loki bit her neck and moaned while Y/N silently screamed, her core shaking and clinging to him. She would never get used to cumming with Loki, it got more intense each time. But feeling him cum inside her? There was nothing better.

For a few minutes, the only sound was their panting as they clung to each other, waiting for their high to dissipate.

Finally, Loki pulled his head back and gazed at Y/N lovingly, smiling and pulling his fingers through her hair.

"I love you." Was the first thing he whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"I love you more."

"Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"I told you, I like it rough." She reminded him.

Kissing her gently, his heart swelled when he felt her smile against his lips. Those little smiles were what got him through hard days.

"Want me to clean you without magic?" He knew she loved that.

She smiled again, nodding. "Mhm,"

As he slid out of her with a groan and went to stand up, she dragged her hand down his bare chest and abs, soaking in his godly physique.

He came back with a cold glass of water and a warm, damp rag. Nudging her legs open, he cleaned her gently but thoroughly, making her whimper with sensitivity.

Making her sit up, be lifted the glass to her hands. "Drink,"

His voice was soft yet still authoritative as to make her listen and gulp down most of the glass. He did a slow and thorough examination of all the places he'd left on her.

Her hips had bruises from his long, skinny fingers starting to form. Using his Frost Giant abilities to cool his hands, he pressed into the bruises, using his fingers as ice packs.

Y/N sighed, relaxing into the mattress, and Loki laid his head on her chest.

"I love you." He whispered again, hoping he could somehow convey how much she truly meant to him.

"I love you more." She whispered back, hoping just the same.

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theaudacitytowrite · 2 years

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Could you do 32 and 55, maybe angst but with a fluff ending?

#32: "Can I sleep here, just for tonight."

#55: "When are you planning on going back to sleep in your bed?"

You know I had to make a part 3 to the Jotunheim Saga ^^

His head was pounding as he made himself ready for bed. He had clenched his jaw all day long as he tried to reason with the Jotuns. Earning their respect would take much longer and much more patience than he had anticipated.

All he wanted to do now was to lay down in his comfortable bed and forget about the arguments he had with the stubborn council.

Loki walked into his room only to find you already sitting on his bed, reading one of his books like it was the most normal thing.

He studied you for a moment but when you didn't react he slipped under the cover with a growl.

"When are you planning on going back to sleep in your bed?" Loki asked as his gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" you asked bewildered by his tone but didn't bother looking up from the book.

"It's been 2 weeks now... the storm has passed long ago," Loki grumbled.

"So?" Loki turned his icy gaze to you.

"So? I still can remember the first night when you said 'Can I sleep here, just for tonight.'" Loki mimicked your voice.

"And I can remind you of that one night I wasn't going to bed with you and you barged into my room to get me." you defended yourself, not sure if he was joking. Where had all this anger come from all of a sudden?

"It was still storming then, you'd have come anyway. I just didn't want you to disturb my sleep again." he sneered.

"Sure." you chuckled, "As if you didn't actually enjoy our sleepovers."

"It just would be nice to have a bed to myself again."

"You could've just told me and I would've-"

"I told you from the start that I didn't want you here!" he snapped, raising his voice at you.

"Oh. Ok." you shut the book softly, laying it beside you on the bed. You gathered your belongings that had found their way into Lokis chamber over the weeks. Loki watched you silently, already regretting his outburst.

"Good night, Loki. I hope you have a restful sleep." you wished him dryly.

"Y/N..." he lowly huffed.

"No, it's ok. I will leave tomorrow if that's better for you."

"I didn't-" Loki's words halted. You nodded sadly and left his room.

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You hadn't settled down in bed for long, your candle beside your bed still lit, when a soft knock echoed through your bedroom.

"Come in." you sat back up against the headboard. Loki slowly shuffled into your room, his head hung low.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled as he stepped closer, "I didn't mean to yell at you. Today has been difficult and instead of talking about it, I let it out on you like an immature child... it's no excuse but I'm so sorry."

"It's already forgiven and forgotten." you waved him off, "But thank you for your apology. I know it has to be quite stressful for you at the moment so I understand that you need time for yourself, to process everything. I will call Thor first thing in the morning and then you're free of me."

"No! Don't go." Loki surprised you with his appeal, "Will you stay, please? You make my stay here so much more bearable. Now I have at least someone who accepts me and listens to me."

"If you really want that and I won't annoy you, of course."

"Thank you." Loki sighed relieved and let himself fall on your bed to hug you in an awkward sitting position.

"Y/N..." he suddenly mumbled right next to your ear.

"Yeah?"

"...could I sleep here... just for tonight?" you pulled back from your hug with wide eyes as you eyed him in disbelief.

"No way, Laufeyson! Don't tell me you can't sleep without me by your side anymore!" you gasped amused.

"It's your fault!" he grumbled in a huff.

"Come here you big softy!" you grinned like a cheshire cat, making some room for him in your bed.

"I'm not soft!" he protested.

"Of course not." you giggled, pulling him down onto your bed while hugging him, "You're the meanest, scariest bub in the universe."

"I am," he mumbled pleased, a smug smile resting on his lips as he made himself comfortable under the blanket.

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Okayyyyy I am probably being greedy with these requests, but if this so moves you, I would appreciate it since it is definitely a more specific, personal request.

I have a pain disorder type thing so when I overwork myself, I get very stiff, have issues walking, sometimes falling. Would love Loki learning about this (maybe an admin/average type person vs an avenger) and caring for reader. Obviously obsessively worrying because that is what I love as you know.

Thanks, Unicorn <3

You are never greedy with your requests and I love them all!!!! I hope I you like this, I had to do some research as well....so I hope it turns out like you wanted!!!! And thanks so much for trusting me with it!!! Here we go........💚💚💚💚💚

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Always

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of pain disorder, mild depression, stress, very mild anxiety, Loki being over protective, slight angst, lots of fluff and comfort

Summary: you've dealt with the pain your whole life, the stiffness, the irritation. Meeting Loki changes everything......

You finished sweeping up the hair from your last client, getting ready for your next when your knee buckled. Grabbing the chair to steady yourself you took deep breaths as pain shot through your knee. Usually you could keep in under control, manageable, but somedays when you pushed yourself harder then usual you paid for it. You sat in the chair, pulling out your surplus of pain killers, downing them with some coffee as you tried to stretch your leg out.

"Darling, are you ready for lunch?" You heard, seeing your boyfriend come in "Oh, Loki was that today?" You asked starting to get up. "Yes, did you forget?" He asked "no, not at all I just, I may have overbooked my appointments today." You said gingerly putting weight on your knee, wincing at the pain. "What is wrong, are you hurt?" He asked watching you "no, well yes but it's normal." You said looking up at his confused expression.

"I have fibromyalga. It's not a big deal really, some days are just worse then others." You said leaning on the chair. "How many more appointments do you have?" He asked "umm I'm not sure, ten I think?" You said as his eyes widened. "You cannot work yourself like that in this condition." He said grabbing your hand to steady you. "Love, I don't have a choice, people need their hair cut." You said holding onto him. "Can no one else help them?" He asked "everyone else is booked, so that leaves me." You said.

"Then I'm staying until your done, and you will not tell me otherwise." He said holding his finger up making you laugh. "Ok ok go sit over there." You smiled as your next client came in. You got them settled, seeing Loki on his phone in the corner, you knew Tony had shown him how to use it, you just weren't sure what he was doing. The day continued on, clients coming and going as you felt his stare boring into you, turning to see him watching you then looking at his phone again.

You looked at your appointment book "Just two more." You sighed to yourself as you tried to stretch your back out, rubbing your neck as Loki came over. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" He asked gently rubbing your shoulders. "God that feels good." You sighed relaxing into his touch. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck "I really adore you, did you know?" You asked smiling "I may have had a hint." He smiled back, leaning down pecking your lips.

"So, when are you gonna let me do your hair?" You asked wrapping a lock around your finger "that would be never darling." He laughed as you slapped his chest. "Rude, I'm the best." You said sticking your nose up. "You do work magic darling, but I have never allowed anyone to cut my hair." He smiled. "I'll wear you down laufeyson, you just wait." You winked as you walked to your chair, getting ready for your next client.

You remember the day you met Loki, Thor had come in looking for a decent haircut, and you were the only available stylist. You walked over to grab him, seeing the two standing together, they reminded you of night and day. "Hi, I'm y/n, I'll be doing your hair today." You held your hand out "I'm Thor, this is my brother Loki." He smiled "well hello, do I get to do your hair too?" You asked, seeing his beautiful black locks "no, you will not." He said sternly "ooook, well this way." You ushered them over, sitting Thor in the chair, Loki in the one next to you.

"Did you cut your hair with a lawnmower?" You asked, hearing Loki laugh. "No, it was some crazy old man, can you fix it?" He asked "I'll do my best." You smiled. You stared as his head, walking around him studying how his hair grew, taking in every detail. "Can we hurry this up?" You heard Loki "you can't rush perfection." You winked as you grabbed your scissors. You finished him up, hearing him praise your work as you smiled. "Let me know if you change your mind, I'd love to get my hands in that hair." You said winking at Loki, seeing him blush. He had been coming back since.

You finished the last of your clients, putting your things away as Loki came over "Are you ready love?" He asked. "Yes, let's go." You sighed as you tried to stretch your legs out one by one. "Are you ok? I can carry you." He said watching you "no, I'm ok." You smiled grabbing his arm. You made it back to your apartment as you slowly sat on the couch, screwing your eyes shut as pain coursed through your legs and hips.

"Why have you not told me of your condition sooner?" He asked sitting next to you handing you a glass of water. "Because, there's not much I can do about it. Most days it's fine, others...." you started "are worse." He finished as you looked at him. "While you finished working, I looked up your condition, you overworked yourself today." He said sternly looking at you. "I know, it's just, I love what I do so much, and when I can't..." you trailed off, feeling a tear stream down your cheek as he wiped it away "You need to take care of yourself, I read about things that can help you, and I intend to do whatever I can to make things easier for you" He said pulling his phone out.

"First off, no more junk food, fruit and vegetables, I will go shopping tomorrow, also that stuff you eat for lunch, McDonald's? No more, I will pack lunches for you. And I insist you drink more water." He said scrolling down his phone "y....you looked all that up?" You asked looking at him. "Of course I did, I want to take care of you love." He smiled cupping your cheek. "No one's done that before." You smiled "i will always take care of you love, and if your good, I may consider letting you trim my hair." He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck "how did i get so lucky?" You asked, burying your face in his neck. "I am the lucky one." He said hugging you back.

"Now, I am going to run you a bath, and when your done I'm going to give you a massage." He said pulling back looking at you. "Yes sir, whatever you say." You smiled. "Good girl, and tomorrow we'll sit down and go over your work schedule, I don't want you over doing it. And I'll do everything I can to help you." He said starting to get up. "Loki...." you whispered grabbing his hand "what is it love?" He asked sitting back down. "Thank you, for everything, and being there for me." You whispered looking down. "I will always be here for you, no matter what." He said squeezing your hand.

You watched him walk into the bathroom, starting your bath as he came out, kneeling down taking your shoes and socks off. "Come love, let's get you loosened up." He said holding his hands out as he helped you up. "Do you wish me to carry you?" He asked "no, I think I got it." You said as you felt the pain shooting through your hips sighing. You slowly started walking as your knee tried to buckle again, Loki rushing to grab you "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes, thank you dear but I need to try to do it." You shot him a smile as he grabbed your hand to give you more support.

You laced your fingers with his, looking into his beautiful eyes as he smiled at you. You could climb a mountain as long as you had Loki by your side....

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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It's alright, don't be anxious

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Warnings: fluff, admissions of love, mentions of smut

Summary: you're cast in a film with Tom Hiddleston and your nerves over a particular theme cause unknown admissions to be brought up.

“You alright?” came the soft voice of your co-star from behind you and you turned away from the mirror in your dressing room to face Tom. You had gotten lucky and landed a role with the one and only Tom Hiddleston, the man who played the criminally attractive Loki Laufeyson for Marvel. You were playing clandestine lovers, Tom’s character was an important businessman and you were playing his secretary.

This was a job that you wholly needed. This would be a breakthrough for you and for Hiddleston, given the developing feelings between the both of you. You had always held the Marvel actor high on a pedestal but seeing him away from the screens, laughing, joking and even getting lines wrong sometimes, it helped remind you that he was just like anyone else; human.

“Y/N?” Hiddleston began, startling you away from the void where your mind had slipped, your eyes locked on his muscled chest before slowly lifting to his eyes where you saw that gentle smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “are you alright?”

“Never better,” you returned, rising from your chair to walk over to him. Tom’s eyes gleamed with happiness as you stepped closer to him and there was also an odd gleam there that you couldn’t place. “Did you come to escort me to the set, Mr Hiddleston?”

A charming smile graced the man’s perfect face and he nodded, “as always, Miss Y/L/N, I am forever your escort.”

You released a faint giggle and took his offered hand, leaving your dressing room to head onto the set of a lovely hotel room. Today would be the first scene in the movie where you and Tom would have to act ‘intimate’. To prepare for the scene, you weren’t allowed your normal secretary costume, the artists had dressed you in a robe, painted your nails and toes and added a bit of extra lipstick.

The whole idea was for William (Tom’s character) to come to the hotel with Elle (your character) being fresh out of the shower and waiting for him. You were nervous since you had never acted out such a scene before but you just knew that in the hands of Tom Hiddleston, you would be alright. “Tom,” you whispered as you stopped walking, causing the taller man to stop as well, “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“What are you talking about?” Tom whispered, tilting his head before realisation hit and a warm smile broke through his lips as he gently clasped one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips, “I promise, nothing shall actually be done.”

You blushed and shook your head quickly, watching as the warm smile broke into a cheeky smirk, “not that, Tom! I just… I’ve never acted anything like it out before and… I don’t know… I’m a bit nervous.”

The Brit laughed gently and cupped your cheek, observing how your chest rose and fell, your pupils dilated and you smiled as you tilted your head with intrigue. “Don’t worry, darling,” he whispered, smiling as he watched you find comfort in the warmth of his palm, “I will be with you every step of the way and will make sure you feel comfortable.”

“But what if I still screw everything up and they see me as unable to do this part?” you stressed, trembling in the Brit’s touch, “I don’t want to lose my role just because I have never done this before, I love working with you, Tom.”

The tall man smiled and knelt before you, reaching up to gently caress your cheek once more. “Trust me,” he whispered with a smile, his oceanic blues meeting your own eyes, “they would not get rid of such a wonderful actress just because of her inexperience in the art of such a scene. Even I get nervous sometimes.”

You laughed anxiously, wiping away your tears with your sleeve, “you do?”

“Yes, yes I do,” he laughed and rejoiced at your small giggle, “you are a perfect choice for this role, Y/N, I wouldn’t have anyone else to film this with me. No one could play Elle as wonderfully as you could, no one has the beauty for it either.”

“Beauty?” you whispered, unsure as to whether you had just heard the Brit correctly.

Tom seemed to realise what he had said but there was no backing off now and he nodded slowly, observing your every breath to see if you were uncomfortable in this circumstance. “Yes,” he whispered softly, watching your breath hitch, “Y/N, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Every scene that we have already filmed together has lit something up in me that has begged me to just ask you to dinner. I know our relationship is barely developed as it is but trust me, I have feelings for you that are not just friendship.”

You sniffled and smiled as you got to your knees and pressed your lips to his. This wasn’t like the passionate, lust filled kiss that you had experienced with Tom while filming as William and Elle, this was gentle, loving and understanding. Tom’s hand slid to cup the back of your neck, savouring your touch and your taste.

As your lips met, your nerves seemed to fade away into nothingness. Tom was all you could think about for the longest time and now, his lips were pressed against yours, keenly exploring your lips and taking note of the taste of your favourite chapstick. As your hands began to roam down to the suit that hugged his body so perfectly and displayed his godly physique, Tom pulled away and released a breathy chuckle before whispering, “we need to film, darling, I’d hate for them to think we’re late.”

You pouted but allowed the man to help you to your feet, smiling as he pulled you into a tight hug and pressed his lips to your temple. Tentatively, you realigned his tie and straightened his hair before flashing him a smile and disappearing into the hotel room set.

When the scene began, you smiled as Tom walked into the room and you ran through the dialogue seamlessly, the love radiating from him and you helping to steady your erratic nerves. When his hand reached out to the robe and he pulled the knot loose, the attraction in his eyes was prominent as his eyes roved over your bare body. You smiled as you pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, his bare chest revealed underneath. He was perfect and he looked so handsome.

Tom was respectful, however, and refused to go bare. Instead, he wore the sock that matched his skin as he laid on top of you. The blanket was pulled over Tom’s ass as he performed the fake thrusts and your brow contorted as you imagined it would but you never looked away from Tom’s intense gaze. As the scene continued, Tom’s fingers linked with yours as you both faked moans and encouragements. When the moment was over and ‘cut’ was called, Tom cupped your cheek and pressed his lips onto yours delicately.

A while later, after getting dressed, you were leaving set but you stopped when you heard a voice call out your name. You turned and smiled when you saw it was Tom walking up to you with a nervous grin playing at his lips. “Hello Hiddleston,” you purred, allowing Tom to gently cup your cheek, “come to say goodbye?”

“I was wondering if we could go to dinner, actually?” Tom whispered, his eyes so full of adoration that it swelled your heart, “and maybe after we could go over that scene again?”

“Why would we have to- oh,” you whispered, your cheeks heating before you grinned, “I would love to.”

Tom’s grin widened and he took one of your hands in his as he pressed a kiss to the knuckle, “excellent, let us go enjoy our night, darling.”

As you walked out of the set with your hand in Tom’s, fingers intertwined, you smiled as you knew this was a new beginning for the both of you.

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yanderefreud · 11 months

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I am normal about 616 loki laufeyson i promise.

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440mxs-wife · 2 years

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In the Nick of Time

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader. Other Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson. Also Dr. Ivan Zalinsky (OMC), Ryan (captured SHIELD Agent)

Word Count: 9329

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, hospital stay, medical experiments with drugs, gunshot wounds, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, Solnyshka) BUT still has the right amount of FLUFF and an ending with a twist......?

Summary: The last time you heard Bucky’s voice, he was being taken prisoner. The man behind it is Dr. Ivan Zalinsky, the man responsible for unlocking your enhanced abilities. He’s threatened to do the same to Bucky, which you cannot and will not allow. Time for a rescue, but will you be successful?

A/N: This really was only supposed to be two parts. But my daughter and unofficial beta-reader, @phoenixisred, talked me into writing a Part 3. Bless her little pea-pickin’ heart. :) There will be a Part 4, which will be a crossover with another fandom, which will be obvious by the surprise in the ending. You can catch up on Part 1, Perfect Timing here and Part 2, Running Out of Time here. Enjoy!

A/N 2: Translation: Solnyshka = Sunshine

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Where am I? you wondered. Beep. Beep. Beep. You could hear the machines that were monitoring your condition as they emitted a steady rhythm of signals. The numbers for your vital signs like your BP, pulse rate and oxygen level were reflected on the screen. The numbers indicated that they were at a normal level, but you were still unconscious.

You could feel the delicate touch of someone holding your right hand. For a fleeting moment, you thought that Bucky had somehow escaped and made it back to you. Then your eyes flew open as you realized he was still stuck in that HYDRA base, and it was up to you to get him back. With a sharp gasp, you sat upright in the bed, straining the wires and setting off the alarms for the machines monitoring you.

"Whoa, easy there, sweetie. Shh, we've got you. Come, sit back on your pillows and relax," Wanda soothed.

You fell back against your pillows as directed, which stopped the machines from going wild with their readings of your vital signs. Off to your left, you noticed Steve sitting in a chair, looking like he hadn't slept well in a few days. "Hey there, Sunshine. How you doin'?" he asked.

Sunshine. One of Bucky's many nicknames for you, his favorite. "Been better, Steve. By the looks of it, so have you. How long have I been out?" you wondered.

"Couple of days. What's the last thing you remember?" he inquired.

You searched your memory of two days ago, when you returned to the Tower. "I came back after I heard James' voicemail message about going on the mission," you started, choking back a sob. "I got a taxi to bring me here as soon as possible. After I put my stuff in our room, and I saw you all in the COMMs room....I knew something had gone wrong. I shouldn't have left here, Steve," you whispered, the tears now flowing freely down your face. "I never got to tell him....."

"Hey now, try not to think about that right this second. You know those HYDRA missions go wrong about as many times as they go right. The important thing is for you to rest, because we've got work to do, and we're going to need your help," Steve replied. "And Sunshine? Don't worry, you'll get your chance to tell Bucky....whatever it is you never got to tell him," Steve promised with a wink. He gave your hand a final squeeze, then he and Wanda stood up from their chairs. Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked out of the room with Wanda, closing the door behind them.

"I hope so, Steve. I really hope so," you replied softly. Now that you were sitting in your room alone, your thoughts drifted back to what you'd heard of the mission. Not only was Dr. Zalinsky alive, but he was holding Bucky prisoner, threatening to do to him what had been done to you. There was no way you were going to allow that happen to anyone else, let alone the love of your life. You just had to figure out a rescue plan and put it into action. As you let your mind wander, the tendrils of sleep slowly took over your brain, and you had no choice but to close your eyes.

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Bucky heard the heavy door in his cell slide open and looked up as Ryan got pushed inside. Ryan was back from his "session" with Dr. Zalinsky. Bucky wasn't sure how much more the agent would be able to withstand before it would be too much. He had to figure out a way for himself and Ryan to get away from the facility and to a nearby safe house before any HYDRAs knew they were missing.

His thoughts drifted back to you and what you might be doing back at the Tower. He hoped that whatever was going on, that you were safe and unharmed. Bucky knew that Steve and everyone else would be looking after you, making sure you were okay until he could be rescued. He also knew that the worst part would be the waiting, and he hated that he was putting you through it.

That last day before he left on his mission kept playing on a loop in his head. When you told him of your new work assignment, his first reaction was that you'd be putting yourself in danger. Bucky did enough of that on a regular basis to know that there was no way he wanted that for you. Even when you explained that you wouldn't be going into the field, all he could see was you returning to the compound hurt or worse.

Bucky was sitting on his cot, head resting on the wall behind him and eyes tilted towards the ceiling. If only I had slowed down and at least listened to her, been more supportive instead. Dammit, I know she's a strong woman, smart, fully capable of handling COMMs for a mission. She can do just about anything she puts her mind to. Wish I'd said that rather than what I did say, Bucky thought. He'd take back what he said, just for the chance to see you again. "Oh, solnyshka, my solnyshka," he mumbled. "I miss you so much," he whispered. When he closed his eyes, a single tear slid down his cheek.

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A couple of days later, you were released from the MedBay and allowed to return to the room you shared with Bucky. Although it was nice to be out of the MedBay, the room felt empty without your super soldier boyfriend. At the moment, you were sitting on the edge at the foot of your side of the bed, facing the headboard, lost in thought.

Alpine hopped up on the bed to join you, her right front paw no longer causing her pain. The same ability that allowed you to communicate with her also included healing properties. She nudged at your hands that were clasped in your lap, making you chuckle. "You want some attention, pretty girl? Is that it?" you asked. You reached out your hand to pet her luxuriously soft fur, which helped to reduce some of your anxiety about the current situation with Bucky.

You heard knocking at your door, and called out to the visitor to come in. "Hi, Wanda. Any news on James?" you inquired wearily.

Wanda took a seat on the edge of the bed on Bucky's side, facing you. In response to your question, she shook her head. "Nothing yet, honey. That doesn't mean they've stopped looking, although Fury seems to be convinced that they haven't moved him," she reported. "It's only a matter of time before we find them, until Bucky's safe and sound back here with you."

"I hope so, Wanda," you replied wistfully. "I need him as far away from Dr. Zalinsky as possible. There's a reason that maniac was kicked off campus all those years ago. Too many people were having adverse reactions to whatever he was handing out during his 'study'. As it was, I only took two or three doses of the stuff, but I quit taking it before his program was shut down. But I'm afraid that the meds I did take only made a bad situation worse," you explained.

"What did it do to you?" Wanda asked.

"At the time, Zalinsky told me it would help with the headaches and dizziness. I wasn't that far into the trial, and I would still get migraines off and on. I figured it wasn't working, so I quit taking the meds. There were others farther along in the program, and it made them extremely suspicious of those around them. Also made them paranoid, convinced that someone was lurking around every corner, out to do them harm," you added. "Some of them had even started acting out and in violent ways. The university's official statement chalked it up to 'adjustment issues' between students, which kept it mostly out of the press."

"How awful!" she gasped.

"Yeah, and it's the reason why they booted Zalinsky off the campus. I didn't think much of any after-effects causing me problems until that big headache hit a few weeks ago that put me in the MedBay. That's when Dr. Cho did the CAT Scan and found the red spot. She said it's the part of my brain that manages my ability to communicate with and heal animals. Like Alpine here," you smiled as you scratched behind the feline's ears.

"If you want, I could teach you how to control your ability, how to filter out some of the 'noise'," Wanda offered.

"Would you? That would be fantastic, Wanda, thank you. Because I'm definitely going to need that control when I go in with the team to rescue James," you noted grimly.

"Whoa, hold on a minute. Have you cleared that with Steve, Tony or even Fury about going on the mission?" she questioned.

"I have to go with them, Wan. Zalinsky said he would finish with James whatever had been started with me. I have no idea what those pills would've done to me, had I kept going with them. James has been through enough already, and I refuse to let Zalinsky make things worse for him. Besides, there's no telling what might happen if you combine the super serum and whatever Zalinsky's working with," you noted grimly.

"All right, meet me in the gym in an hour, and we'll start your training. The sooner you can control your ability, the sooner we can tell Tony to fire up the quinjet and go out after Bucky. Sound like a deal?" Wanda asked, holding out her hand for you to shake.

"Sounds like the perfect deal for me, Wan," you replied, enthusiastically returning her handshake. The two of you dissolved into giggles and fell into each other's fond embrace. "I just miss him so much," you choked out. "He may not be perfect, but for me, he's korol moego serdtsa," you added. (king of my heart)

"I know, darling, I know," she soothed and tightened her hold on you. "But for now, let's focus on harnessing this ability you now have, and see how we can turn this into an advantage in the field. One hour?" she kept her hands on your shoulders and leaned back to lock her gaze on you.

"One hour, Wanda," you promised. "Thank you." One final squeeze and then Wanda left your room.

During the next week, you worked with Wanda on controlling your ability, all while trying to keep your mind focused. It was difficult, especially since you knew that for each day that went by, that was one more day that Bucky was in danger from Zalinsky. Each time those thoughts invaded your concentration, you felt the effects right away. Slowly you were learning to filter out those thoughts and focus on seeing his face again, feeling his arms around you when you rescue him.

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One day, you, Steve, Tony and the rest of the team were in the conference room, reviewing various strategies for extracting Ryan and Bucky. The approach they were favoring so far was a brute force attack, using all available Avengers to bulldoze their way in. You knew that Zalinsky and HYDRA would be expecting this, but no matter how many times you voiced this opinion, it was dismissed.

"Tony, there are other ways besides blasting your way through at the front door," you attempted to remind him for what seemed like the fortieth time. "It's not exactly subtle, either."

"Oh, and you know this because of your extensive field experience, is that it?" he retorted. "Why don't you go practice talking to the animals, Dr. Doolittle. That way you leave the strategy meeting to the grown-ups, hmm?"

You slammed your hands on the table causing everyone to shift their focus to you. "DAMMIT, Tony, could you quit being an ass for two seconds?!? Zalinsky and HYDRA are holding a highly trained asset--their highly trained former asset--and a SHIELD agent of yours. They KNOW we're going to come after them and attempt a rescue. Maybe it's better that we try going through a back door or finding some other way in," you remarked.

Tony stood across from you at the conference table, barely containing his fury at you, his arms folded across his chest. "Fine, what is your proposal, O Gifted Strategist?" he smirked.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at Tony's sarcasm, because you finally had his attention. "Wanda has been working with me on filtering out a lot of the background stuff that comes with my ability. Helps me to focus on one particular animal, bird, insect, etc., so I can determine how to communicate with it. Now, I'm not perfect at it yet, but for my plan, I believe I have enough of a handle on it to make it work."

Tony briefly glanced at Wanda, who nodded at Tony and smiled her encouragement at you. "What I'm suggesting is this: HYDRA has cameras everywhere, so they'll be able to tell when we're within a certain range. If we could somehow disable those cameras, we can slip in undetected," you began.

"Hmm. I suppose we could try and hack into the cameras," Tony mused.

"I was thinking of a really low-tech approach," you replied. Tony raised one eyebrow as if to indicate that he was still listening. "There's bound to be rats or mice in a place like that. I can communicate with them to chew through the wires or otherwise block the camera. As soon as that's done, we break in." When you finished, you looked around at the others. Some were nodding their heads, some were deep in thought. Tony, however, did not seem impressed.

"Seriously? This is what you've come up with? Rodents to chew through the security camera wires, then we just waltz right in there and break out the prisoners?" Tony retorted. "Please tell me the rest of you aren't buying this--this--amateur plan. Nope, playtime is over, kiddo. Besides, there's no way I'm letting you tag along on this mission," he vowed.

You could feel the tears gathering behind your eyes, but you were determined not to let Tony or anyone else see them. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you locked your gaze on Tony. "For this plan to work, I must be on-site to communicate. They are holding two of your people, a SHIELD agent and an Avenger, one of whom I am extremely attached to. For better or worse, Zalinsky gave me this ability. Please let me use it to rescue the man I love," you pleaded.

For a moment, it looked like Tony was seriously considering your plan instead of his own. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Then he abruptly raised his head and shook it in rejection of your plan. "Nah, sorry. Can't do it. I just don't see this kind of a plan working out," he remarked.

You started to walk out when a radical and dangerous thought popped into your head, but unfortunately didn't stay there. "Or, you could always use me as bait," you suggested.

Everyone began to immediately protest, shouting over each other that it was a bad idea. "Wait a minute, please!" you implored. "Listen, you heard Zalinsky when Ryan and James were taken. Either he uses them for his lab experiments, or he grabs me and tries to finish what he started with me when I was in college," you reminded them.

The room erupted again, with a chorus of objections rising from all sides. The noise was starting to affect you, and Tony didn't appear willing to look further into adopting your plan. So, you left the conference room to get away from the commotion and into somewhere quiet.

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Ryan paced the floor of the cell, muttering to himself. Clearly, the effects of the medication were starting to take hold, though Bucky wasn't sure if the meds were the cause. The constant motion of Ryan, along with his muttering under his breath, was making Bucky feel somewhat uneasy. He was sitting on the military cot, wedged into the corner next to the wall.

"Could you stop with the pacing? You'll only end up wearing yourself out, then someone will have to carry your ass out of here when they rescue us," Bucky grumbled.

Suddenly Ryan stopped in his pacing to glare at Bucky. "There is no rescue, you know. No one's coming for us," Ryan retorted.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "What do you mean, of course there's a rescue. The team is just waiting for the right time to barge in and lead us out of here," he affirmed.

"The team doesn't even know where we are, so they'll just waste time trying to find us. Then when they don't, they'll leave us here," Ryan snapped.

Bucky jumped up from his cot in a flash, and picked Ryan up with both hands, holding him against the wall. "Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once. Nobody is going to abandon us. Zalinsky and whoever else is filling your head with this crap is lying to you. And you have to figure out a way to fight what the meds are doing to you or things are gonna get worse. Understand?"

All Ryan could do was nod his head, at which point Bucky let go of him. Once free, Ryan resumed his pacing, but only for a few minutes until he ultimately settled on his own cot. Bucky had taken up his previous position on his cot, one knee drawn up to his chest with his arms curled around it. "I know you're out there, solnyshka. Please come find me," he whispered to himself.

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"So this is where you ran off to," a voice behind you stated. You had escaped to the roof and were curled up in one of the chairs, a blanket from your room draped around your shoulders.

"Go away, Loki. I'm not in the mood for anyone telling me about my lack of field experience, or that my ideas won't work. I already know I have no mission work under my belt, but I believe that my suggested plan of action has merit," you retorted.

"Which one? Plan 'A', where you direct your army of animals, insects and other creatures? Or Plan 'B', where you offer yourself as bait in exchange for the SHIELD agent and Barnes?" Loki probed, his eyes narrowed at you.

"Better me than them!" you exclaimed.

"You can't be serious!" Loki retorted. "How can you say that? You are just as important around here as Barnes and the other agent. So, what do you really think we should do?" he asked.

"You're right," you acknowledged quietly. "Logically, Plan 'A' is the best choice, where I use my ability to sneak on base. Wanda's been working with me on how to better focus my powers, but.... The only time my concentration really breaks is when I think about James being hurt," you admitted, dropping your gaze.

"Norns, you're in love with Barnes, aren't you?" Loki asked.

Eyes still cast downward, you nodded in confirmation of your love for James Buchanan Barnes. "I am. With all of my heart. Only we had an argument before this last mission, and I didn't get a chance to tell him that before he left," you sniffled. "I have to get him back, Loki. If I didn't think Tony would fire me or arrest me on the spot, I'd hijack his stupid plane right now to go after him. Anyone else is welcome to tag along," you remarked.

"Perhaps stealing a quinjet won't be necessary, darling. When I left the meeting, most of the team was trying to convince Stark of the merits of your Plan 'A'," Loki revealed.

At that moment, the door to the roof opened, revealing Sam Wilson. He walked over to where you were sitting and crouched down to your level. He held his arms out in invitation, which you took advantage of by launching yourself at him. "Oof! Aww, hey, babygirl. How you holdin' up, hmm?" he asked as he rubbed your back to comfort you.

"I'm okay, Sam," you replied. Your voice was muffled by his shoulder, so you drew back a little before speaking again. "As long as you tell me we're leaving soon to go and rescue James," you added, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Yeah, Tony sent me to find you two," Sam mentioned. "We've got the makings of a plan, and he wants to run it by everyone. Make sure it's airtight, no margin for error."

"Are you sure he even wants me there? I mean, with all of the field experience I don't have, I'd be surprised if he accepts any feedback I'd give," you grumbled.

Sam gave you a slightly exasperated look. "Come on, just hear him out. At least he's willing to discuss your idea, instead of going in all guns blazin' like he wanted to do before," Sam gently chided.

"I'm sorry, Sam. You're right. Let's go back to the conference room and see what Tony has to say. You with us, Loki?" you asked as you moved towards the door.

"Right behind you, darling," he replied.

The three of you returned to the conference room, where Tony revealed the plan to rescue Ryan and Bucky. Every so often, someone brought up a point that hadn't been considered, then everyone would discuss how to handle it. Finally, a formal battle plan had been devised, with a departure time decided to be three days from now.

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It was 2:37am on the day of the mission to rescue Bucky and you couldn't sleep. You decided to run through your mission prep list in your head. You had a bag with weapons sitting on the floor next to the bed, which Natasha had helped you pack yesterday. Another go-bag with a change of clothes, toiletries and other necessities was leaning against the weapons duffel.

A tactical suit was hanging on the back of your closet door, waiting for you to slip it on. At the moment, though, you found comfort in wearing Bucky's red Henley. The cuffs covered your hands like mittens, and you had on a pair of black sleep shorts underneath. You were sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning your back against the headboard, thinking.

"Mrowr" you heard, followed immediately by the appearance of your snowy-white feline. She placed both front paws on your knees and gazed longingly at you. With a chuckle, you reached over and pulled her fully into your lap, scratching under her chin and feeling the vibrations from her purrs.

"What am I going to do with you, hmm?" you mused. "Now, listen. Peter promised he would take really good care of you while everyone is gone, but you still have to behave. You know that what I'm doing is important, otherwise I wouldn't be leaving you for someone else to look after. I'll be back before you know it," you affirmed. You weren't sure who you were trying to convince more, though, Alpine or yourself.

Your best hope is for everything to go according to plan, and that you quickly find Ryan and Bucky unharmed. However, you also remembered hearing enough tales of past missions to know that things rarely went that way. That's why you kept your back-up plan to yourself and promised that you would only use it as a last resort.

A soft knock at your door sounded and was followed by Natasha slipping in then re-closing the door behind her. She walked over to where you were sitting on the bed and climbed up to sit next to you. "So, first op. Are you nervous?" she asked.

You nodded, then turned to face the super-spy and former assassin. "I mean, I'd be dumb not to be nervous, but I know this is something I have to do. I can't let Zalinsky do to James what he's done to me," you replied. Staring at your hands, you added, "I really don't know how you all do this, time after time. I hope you know, you all have my deep and undying respect for doing it."

Nat threw her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. "And it's okay that you're feeling this way. Hell, I'd be afraid if you weren't feeling at least something about it. Just remember your training, and also who and what you're doing this for. You'll be all right, and the team has your back," she remarked.

"Thanks, Nat," you choked out. "I appreciate everyone's help in getting me this far. I won't let you down." You took a deep breath and asked, "It's time, right?" you inquired.

Natasha nodded, then hopped off the bed and walked around to your side. You had climbed down and were readjusting the pillows when she reached you. "Let's go get your boyfriend back, hmm?" she grinned.

She waited while you changed into your tac suit, then you linked arms with hers and walked towards the door. Natasha picked up the weapons bag at the door, then you picked up the other one. The two of you headed towards the hangar, each step increasing the butterflies in your stomach. Once you reached the quinjet, you and Natasha handed the bags to Steve, who was meticulously stacking the incoming cargo. He paused long enough to give you a hug and mumble some words of encouragement.

When Steve pulled back, he asked, "I'm just helping load up, but I'll be back here, with the COMMs team. You ready for this, Sunshine?"

All noise in the quinjet came to an abrupt halt and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. "'M ready, Cap. Before we take off, I want to say 'thank you' to all of you. I couldn't do this without you," you replied.

"Especially me, since it's my aircraft we're using," Tony smirked. "Strap in everyone, so we can get this show on the road." Each team member did as he asked and you felt the aircraft lift off the ground and head towards its destination.

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Zalinsky entered the control room and examined the current footage from each camera. There were cameras pointed down hallways, at each exit and especially in the prison block. His eyes landed on the monitor for the interior of Ryan and Bucky's cell. A sinister smile formed on his face as he silently observed. Ryan was pacing the room as usual, while Bucky sat on his cot watching, but with no expression on his face.

"Oh, Soldat. Soon it will be your turn to participate in my glorious experiment. I'm excited to see how your serum-filled body will react to the medication," Zalinsky grinned.

"Doctor, he's just....sitting there. That's pretty much all he's done since we locked them in their cell. What if he doesn't react?" the technician asked.

"The mind powers of the Soldat are considerable. Probably more so, the longer he's been 'decommissioned'," Zalinsky spat out the last word. "It will be interesting to see how long it takes to break him. Especially when I mention Solnyshka," he remarked darkly.

As the men stared at the bank of monitors, they noticed that one by one, the screens were showing static then going dark. "What is happening?!?" Zalinsky thundered. His face paled when he saw your face on one of the hallway cameras. You looked directly into the camera and gave him a one-fingered salute just before it cut off.

"I don't know, Doctor," the technician frantically responded. He fiddled with the knobs and switches, desperately trying to restore video communication.

Zalinsky huffed in exasperation at the technician's inability to fix the problem at hand, and stormed down the hall. Soon he was in front of the door for Ryan and Bucky's cell. Zalinsky barked at the man guarding the door, ordering for it to be unlocked. Zalinsky took a deep breath to try and regain his composure, before barging into the cell.

"Well, well, Soldat. It appears that your friends are here to rescue you, and they brought me a gift. One of my former test subjects, your girlfriend, has broken into my base. I'm sure they think I'll just let you waltz out of there with them. Not a chance, Soldat," Zalinsky sneered.

Bucky remained seated on his cot, trying to look unaffected, but inside his heart was racing. Is he lying?? Or were you really here? he thought. Part of him knew this was no place for you, while another part of him couldn't wait to see you, hold you in his arms. That would have to wait until everyone was safe and on the way back to the compound. Bucky shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes never wavering from Zalinsky's glare.

Zalinsky snapped his fingers at his guards, then gestured for them to grab Ryan and Bucky and take them to the lab. Bucky had yet to see the lab, but given his past experience, it wasn't anywhere on his top 10 list of places to visit. Zalinsky's guards gripped Ryan's and Bucky's arms and marched them down the hallway to the lab, with the scientist following behind.

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As soon as you knew the cameras were down, you made your way down the corridor. Natasha led, followed by Wanda, you, then Loki. That left Tony, Sam and Thor outside to keep a path clear back to the quinjet. The COMMs team back in the compound told you that Zalinsky was on the move with Ryan and Bucky, and they were headed for the lab. You asked for directions to the area, with the intention of intercepting them.

>>>

The guards continued to lead Ryan and Bucky towards the lab. They stopped every once in a while, hearing the sounds of gunfire, from both inside and outside of the base. Bucky caught Ryan's eye and sent him a look that said the team was here, and that they would be rescued. In return, Ryan gave him a quick nod as the men continued to be shuffled to the lab.

>>>

When you came to a T-intersection of hallways, you heard the ramblings of Dr. Zalinsky. You could feel the slow burn of a pain in your head at just hearing his voice. Taking deep breaths, you tried to push the pain out of your mind, using some of what Wanda and Loki had taught you. The pain seemed to subside for the moment, allowing for a little easier breathing.

"We must be....near the....lab," you whispered, still fighting through the pain. COMMs confirmed your assessment, saying Ryan and Bucky had just entered the room. They were still each being held by Zalinsky's guards, while the doctor considered his next move. "I'm going in," you declared, as you tried to move past Wanda.

Loki grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "Don't be stupid," he hissed. "We can't protect you if you go in there alone with four guards and a deranged scientist," he pointed out.

"Hold on, let me think," you murmured. A shot whizzed past your head, embedding the round into the concrete wall in front of you. Shouting from behind you brought your attention to the group of HYDRA soldiers who had stumbled upon your position.

>>>

"Strap these two into the chairs while I prepare the solution," Zalinsky ordered. "Then go outside and see what the commotion is. Eliminate the threat, or I will eliminate you," he declared ominously.

The guards did as they were told, then ran out of the room. "Soon, Soldat. In just a few moments, you will be taking part in my greatest experiment. Once it is perfected, I will not hesitate to unleash it on the world," Zalinsky smirked. "Don't worry, your sacrifice will be duly noted in my files," he added.

>>>

Outside the lab doors, Natasha and Wanda had taken on Zalinsky's personal guards. Natasha delivered blow after blow, kicking and punching one guard until he lost consciousness. On the other guard, she swept his legs out from under him. When he fell, she managed to wrap her legs around his neck and squeezed until he was knocked out as well.

As Wanda faced off against her assailants, bundles of red energy crackled in her hands. She kept them by her sides until they moved close enough, then she let them go. The men were sent flying down the hall, colliding with the other HYDRA agents who had found your team. A couple of them managed to get a shot or two off, but Wanda easily blocked the rounds with her energy bubble.

While the others were occupied, you took the opportunity to slip into the lab so you could free Ryan and Bucky. Ducking bullets as you went, you briefly caught Natasha's eye when you rounded the corner. She gave you a quick nod before returning her attention to taking down the guard in front of her.

"James!" you exclaimed. You raced over to the contraption he was strapped into and frantically unbuckled the restraints. As soon as he was free, he swept you into his arms and engulfed you in a fierce embrace. You nearly melted at the feel of him finally in your arms, and Bucky was more than happy to hold your body against his.

Bucky pulled back a little then cradled your face in both of his hands and pulled you towards him. "Oh, sweetheart, what are you doing here?!? You should be back at the Tower, where it's safe! What were you thinking?!?" His fear and scolding quickly gave way to words of love, all delivered between fervent kisses. "I never thought I'd see you again, baby. I'm never letting you go again, my love, you belong with me."

"I'm sorry, James. I know you don't want me anywhere near here, but I couldn't let them do this to you. I had to help you, and I hope you can forgive me," you pleaded.

"No apologies needed, doll, and you are completely forgiven," Bucky replied. He pulled you in for one long, passionate kiss that he hoped conveyed how much he missed you.

The sound of someone slowly clapping hands in the background interrupted your reunion with Bucky. "Isn't this cozy, the Soldat and his Solnyshka," Zalinsky taunted. "You shouldn't have come back, my dear. Now I get to finish what I started with you," he threatened.

Before you or Bucky could respond, Loki appeared in the doorway, followed by Natasha and Wanda. The corridors were quiet, so you knew they had neutralized the threat. Now it was a matter of removing Ryan's restraints and making your way back to the safety of the quinjet.

"Looks like I have quite a few new test subjects. No matter, everyone can have a turn, but Solnyshka is first. She will be my greatest triumph," Zalinsky smirked as he drew a syringe from a pocket in his lab coat.

Instinctively, you stepped closer to Bucky's side, and in response he tightened his right arm around your shoulder. While you tried to think of a way to get to Ryan without causing harm to yourself or anyone else, you noticed a green mist appear at Zalinsky's feet. You watched as the green mist formed itself into a snake that began to coil its way around Zalinsky's body.

Zalinsky began to laugh despite his inability to move his feet. "Your pitiful attempts at magic do not scare me," he scoffed. After his outburst, a red mist appeared at his feet, also forming itself into a snake. It coiled around him in the opposite direction, then both snakes squeezed.

With Zalinsky's arms pinned next to his body, it was impossible for him to move, and he was forced to drop the syringe. The object shattered and the liquid created a puddle on the cement floor.

The two snake heads each bared their fangs and took turns snapping their jaws at Zalinsky. Each time, they came close to biting him, only for them to pull back at the last minute. You could see the fear in his eyes, despite his attempts to keep it from showing.

While the snakes were toying with Zalinsky, Natasha quickly released Ryan from his restraints. As soon as he was freed, he bolted out of the chair, then Natasha ushered him out the door. The two of them, plus Loki and Wanda started running for the exit. You and Bucky followed, his hand in yours as you both ran along the corridor towards your escape. "How long will the magic last?" you called.

"Hopefully long enough for us to get to the exit," Loki answered over his shoulder, to which Wanda nodded.

In your ear, you heard Tony tell Thor to fire up the quinjet so that it was ready to go once everyone was inside. He and Sam were waiting by the exit in case anyone was injured and needed to be airlifted to the jet.

You felt a shot whiz by your head, while another grazed your right arm, causing you to cry out in pain. Bucky's attention shifted to you, trying to figure out where you'd been hit. "It's okay, James, just grazed my arm," you gritted out. Blood started to drip down from the gash in your upper arm.

"FOOLS!! Did you think your magic was enough to stop me!!" Zalinsky roared as he released another round from his weapon. This time, you were hit in the back, just to the side of your right shoulder blade. You dropped to the floor from the force of the impact, which pulled on Bucky's hand and he could tell that this was more than a graze.

"Come on, sweetheart, we're almost there," Bucky coaxed, trying to help you up. You got to your feet and tried to run again, but the pain was too intense and you fell to your knees. Without a second thought, Bucky scooped you up into his arms and cradled you against his body. He took off at a run and quickly covered the now-short distance to the door leading to the outside world.

Once everyone was through the door, Bucky passed you off to Sam, who flew you to where the jet was ready and waiting. Bucky closed the giant, thick steel door with his super strength before Zalinsky could follow. With a blast from his Iron Man gauntlet, Tony melted the lock and fried any circuit boards contained within it, which kept Zalinsky from reopening the door.

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With everyone on board and accounted for, Tony worked the controls and the quinjet lifted off. Instead of turning back towards the compound, he maneuvered the aircraft so it was pointed at the base. He locked in a set of coordinates that were then fed to the missiles.

"Bit of unfinished business, if you don't mind," Tony explained with a smirk. He pressed the button on the control panel, which unleashed the missiles. Soon the HYDRA base became an enormous fireball, and when that cleared, all that could be seen was a pile of smoking concrete. He used the thermal recognition setting in his helmet to scan the area for survivors. When none were detected, Tony set course back to the Tower in New York.

As soon as Bucky was on board, he immediately made a beeline for you, where your wounds were being tended. The bullet graze on your arm was already cleaned up and bandaged by the time he got there. You were sitting sideways in a chair while the on-board medic was putting in the stitches on your shoulder wound.

Bucky pulled up a chair to sit on your left side, taking your hand in both of his. He pressed a lingering kiss to your left temple and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, the scent of your strawberry shampoo invading his senses. "Sweetheart, I missed you so much," he murmured against your skin.

Tears began prickling your eyes before you responded, but had yet to fall. "I missed you too, James. I'm sorry for what happened that day before your mission. I should've waited to--" you started to say, but were interrupted.

"Baby, no. Listen, I handled that all wrong. I should've listened first and been more supportive of you wanting to help the team. You're smart, and I know you'll be great at COMMs, because you can do just about anything you set your mind to, darlin'. Besides, if I have to have anyone's voice in my ear, bossin' me around, I'd pick yours every time," he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

You giggled at his comment about 'bossing him around'. "Thank you, James," you replied, your voice thick with emotion. The medic had already finished with your stitches and cleaned up the area.

As you looked around, the events of the day finally started to sink in. Bullets zinging in your direction. Getting shot twice. Sneaking down corridors of an enemy base, hoping to not get caught. Successfully rescuing your boyfriend. Tears were streaming down your face, but you didn't realize it until you saw Bucky's smile falter and he reached to brush them away.

"Solnyshka, what's wrong? Why the tears, my love?" Bucky asked as he carefully drew you into his arms. You pressed your ear to his chest so that you could hear his heartbeat, which provided some comfort to you. Bucky's whiskers tickled your scalp as he dropped kisses to the top of your head.

You lifted your head from his chest and tilted back a little so that you could lock onto his beautiful but troubled baby blues. "I'm okay. I think it took until now for everything to catch up to me," you chuckled nervously.

Bucky breathed a visible sigh of relief. "Well, once we get back to the Tower, we'll get cleaned up and change into comfy clothes. Then I'm going to hold you in my arms and never let go," he declared.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," you whispered. "Um, there was something else, though. Something that's been on my mind a lot lately, James," you remarked.

"And what's that, sweet girl? Whatever it is, you know that you can tell me anything," he reminded you.

You nodded and took a deep breath before responding. "I....I love you, James. I can't believe it's taken me this long to tell you, because I've known it for a long time. And I'm not just saying it--" your speech was halted by Bucky's index finger on your lips.

"Darlin', love of mine, I love you too. I meant it when I told Zalinsky I would take your place, that I wouldn't let him harm the woman I love," Bucky explained. He tenderly grazed your cheeks with the back of his knuckles and gave you a small smile. Then he slid his hand around the back of your head and pulled you closer to him.

The brush of his lips against yours was tentative, almost like his apology for what happened between you before the mission. You showed him your acceptance by cradling his face in your left hand, caressing his scruffy cheek with your thumb before deepening the kiss in return. As his silky, plump lips moved in tandem with yours, his hands drifted down to your hips, pulling you closer.

When the kiss was broken, Bucky rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. "I love you so much, doll. My heart is yours for the taking, although you've always had it, since the moment I met you," he smiled softly.

"You mean that day I was reading on my lunch break? I remember you startled me when you sneaked into my office," you teased. "Was that the moment? Or was it when you caught me 'dancing while filing'?" You smiled as your index finger delicately traced the sharp edge of his jawline while you waited for his response.

"All of it, sweetheart. Those certainly were some good moments, though," he chuckled. "You've always been that ray of sunshine I've needed in my life. That's why I call you my solnyshka," Bucky whispered.

You could feel the tears springing to your eyes at his heartfelt confession. Then you curled your hand around the back of Bucky's neck to tug him forward. "I love you so much, James," you replied with a watery smile and surged forward to meet his lips in a fiery kiss.

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When Steve got the notification, he rushed down to the hangar to greet the team. He greeted everyone with a handshake, high-five, or, in Tony's case, a quick nod as they disembarked. Bucky walked down the ramp with his arm around you and your bags in his left hand. You had your arm slung around his waist to keep close to him. Every few steps, Bucky would pause briefly to kiss you, and you couldn't help but grace him with a beaming smile.

Bucky eventually met Steve where he was waiting for the two of you. Steve crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look stern, but it was difficult in front of you and his best friend. You could see the corners of Steve's mouth trying not to twitch upwards in a smile.

Steve broke the stalemate first. "Buck," he remarked.

Bucky set down your bags and crossed his arms to mirror Steve's stance. "Stevie," he replied.

Steve's eyes flicked over to you. "Captain Rogers," you murmured.

By now, Steve was really having a tough time keeping a straight face. "Sunshine," he responded. That was all it took for the three of you to break out into laughter and take turns hugging Steve. "You doing okay? Heard you got injured, kid," he inquired.

"I'm all right, Cap. Got patched up on the way home, and James hasn't let me out of his sight since he got onboard the jet," you answered, then slipped your arm back around Bucky's waist.

"No way, doll. Hey, Stevie, I've got some makin' up to do with my girl, so if you don't mind," Bucky hinted.

"Get outta here, you two," Steve chuckled. He gave Bucky one last "welcome home" hug and you walked with Bucky to your shared room.

Right when you entered the room, a ball of white fur nearly tackled you and started rubbing up against your legs. "Well hello, pretty girl! It's so good to see you, did you behave for Peter while I was gone?" All answers to your questions resulted in loud purring coming from said feline, who was indeed happy to see you.

"Um, doll? Not to ask a dumb question, but when did we get a cat?" Bucky asked.

You grinned and motioned for him to sit beside you on the bed. Once he was seated, you explained how you found Alpine in the bushes outside of the Tower. You could see she was hurt, so you brought her inside.

"She told me her name, and that's how I found out what my powers were. I can communicate with animals and other creatures, as well as heal them. When I found her, Alpine had hurt her right front paw in some sort of alleyway scuffle. I treated her injury, and she's been my comfort while you were gone," you relayed softly.

As if on cue, Alpine leaped up on the bed so she could evaluate the newcomer, Bucky. If he was going to steal you away from her, Alpine wanted to check him out for herself. She placed her two front paws on his thigh and nuzzled at his hands in his lap. Bucky turned his right hand so it was palm up, so Alpine took the opportunity to sniff his hand. She stretched towards Bucky, still sniffing the air, then showed her approval by rubbing her face on his stubbled cheek.

Bucky laughed softly and started running his hand over her thick, white fur. "I guess that means she likes me, huh?" he asked.

"Of course she does, James. Besides, what's not to like, hmm?" you countered, then leaned your head on his shoulder. "I love you, James," you remarked.

"I love you too, Doll," he replied.

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Six months later

"Has anyone seen James?" you asked. You had looked everywhere for him--the conference rooms, the gym, and you even had someone check the men's locker room. Now you were in the kitchen, asking if anyone knew the location of your wayward boyfriend. Everyone glanced around, knowing exactly where he was, but not being able to tell you. Not yet, anyway.

"Ooh! Have you checked your room yet?" Peter interjected.

"Not yet, Peter. Thank you, I'll check there," you answered. You left the kitchen and when you entered your room, there was a large white box with a red ribbon around it. A card was on top of the box, tented so that it stood upright. On the card were the words: "Meet me at 7:00pm in our favorite place to escape from everybody."

You searched your mind to think of the place Bucky was referring to, but when it clicked, you couldn't help but smile. When you opened the box, there was another card on top of something wrapped in tissue paper. It said, "Wear Me."

After you unwrapped the item, you pulled out a blue chiffon V-neck swing dress. It had short sleeves and wavy sequined lines running throughout the fabric, down to the knee-length hem. When you walked over to the mirror and held the dress up to your body, you couldn't wait to see it on yourself for real.

A quick glance at the clock showed it was 6:15pm, and you realized there wasn't much time to get ready. No way did you want to be late to meet Bucky, so you carefully laid the dress over the box and hurried to the bathroom to shower.

Thirty minutes later, and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair, both of which you kept simple. Just as you were ready to put on the dress, you heard a knock at your door. It was Wanda, and she asked to help you with the zipper. You suspected she had some idea of what Bucky was up to, but she refused to divulge any information.

Another knock at your door revealed Steve, who stated it was his duty to escort you to meet Bucky. As with Wanda, you figured he was part of the overall plan, but probably wouldn't tell you anything either. So you slipped your hand into the crook of his arm, and headed for the elevators.

Once you reached the rooftop, you were amazed at the sight in front of you. Off to one side was a small table with two chairs, a bouquet of assorted flowers in the center of the table. Twinkling fairy lights were strung together to create a canopy above the table. An ice bucket on a stand was waiting next to the table, the neck of a bottle sticking out of the top.

It was almost perfect. Almost. The only missing piece was Bucky, and he was nowhere to be seen, at least not at first. You walked to the railing on the roof and stared out across the city. So many lights filled the sky and so many sounds filled the air that you missed hearing Bucky's footsteps behind you.

"Good evening, my love," his rich baritone voice rumbled. You whirled around and when you saw Bucky, your breath was nearly stolen out of your chest. He was wearing black dress pants and a black jacket, with a white button-down shirt underneath. No tie, because the top two buttons were not fastened, giving you a glimpse of his broad chest. He was lazily holding a long-stemmed red rose and showed a gentle smile on his face.

"Whoa," you whispered, your feet taking slow, measured steps towards Bucky. "I knew I was dating a super soldier. Didn't know you were also a supermodel. You look handsome, James," you breathed.

"Awww, sweetheart. Wait, do I?" he asked while you nodded and walked towards him. "That's nothing compared to you, sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning, my darling," Bucky affirmed.

"Thank you," you murmured as your eyes roamed the setting Bucky had created on the rooftop. "You really did a wonderful job decorating up here. But I don't think it's our anniversary, and I know it's not my birthday. Am I missing something, James?" you asked.

Bucky picked up your left hand and cradled it gently in his vibranium one, then dropped to one knee before you. "My sweet solnyshka," he rasped. He cleared his throat before trying again. "Ever since we met, I knew you were going to be an important part of my life. And I was right, because you are exactly what I need and definitely more than what I deserve.

"You are everything to me. You are my best friend, my lover, my sunshine in what was such a dark world for me. The only thing that's missing is this," Bucky paused a moment to dig into his pocket with his right hand to produce a small, black box.

With shaking fingers, Bucky opened the box in your direction. Nestled inside the velvet cushion was a ring with an oval-shaped diamond and sapphire accent stones. The white gold band had elegant scroll work engraved on the top half of the band. "Oh, James. It's beautiful," you remarked in a voice thick with emotion.

Bucky reached inside and plucked the ring from its box and held it out to you. "I know that I have a lot of history that comes with me, and I can't promise we will always be free of danger. But as long as we're together, we can get through anything. Will you marry me?" he asked.

By this time, tears are streaming down your face, but they are tears of joy. "Yes, James, I will absolutely marry you," you exclaimed as you flung your arms around his neck.

Bucky wound his arms around you, holding you to his chest as he stood. After a long passionate kiss that took your breath away, he set you on your feet. The ring was still in his right hand, his left one holding yours steady while he slid the ring on your finger. Bucky raised your left hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "I am so in love with you," he declared.

"I am so in love with you, too. Kinda great that it works out that way, huh? Because you're stuck with me for life," you chuckled lightly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my love," Bucky replied as he rested his forehead on yours. "I love you, future Mrs. Barnes."

"And I love you, Mr. Barnes," you responded.

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A month later, Natasha and Wanda were in your room, helping you decide on bridesmaid dresses. You were laughing with the girls at some of the more ridiculous dress styles, assuring them that you would never make them wear something like that. Bucky and Steve were down in the lobby, holding a small press conference, when FRIDAY broke through on the intercom.

"Excuse me, miss, but there are two visitors waiting in the lobby at Security for you. They are quite insistent and are refusing to leave until they see you," the AI relayed.

You looked at Nat and Wanda in confusion, because you had no idea who would be visiting you at the Tower. "I'll be right back," you remarked absently. You got up from your bed and slipped on your shoes, with your friends hot on your heels.

"Who do you think it is?" Wanda asked.

"I have no idea, Wanda. My parents are gone, no siblings, and the only friends I have are all here, in the Tower. Guess I'll find out in a few minutes, though," you shrugged.

The elevator doors opened and the three of you exited towards the lobby. You were all laughing at something one of you said on the way down about ideas for a bachelorette party. After turning the corner, Nat assured you, "Don't worry, if it's trouble, we've got your back."

You caught a glimpse of flannel, bringing you to a complete stop in your tracks. "No....," you whispered. Wanda and Natasha looked at each other and shrugged, neither knowing what to make of your reaction. "Oh, it's trouble, Nat," you growled then resumed your path to Security. Your friends followed for your protection and out of sheer curiosity.

With arms folded across your chest and fire in your eyes, you addressed your visitors. "What the hell are you doing here, Winchester?!?"

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter Twenty-One

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters:McKenna, Loki, Thor, Shannon, Tony, Agent Phil Coulson

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 5.1k

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For McKenna, adjusting to life returning back to normal took some doing. Sleeping became a rarer and rarer occurrence, as she often found herself wide awake at three in the morning, staring up at the ceiling, Cinder curled in a ball beside her.

And there were times when she thought she was going crazy. She’d swear she saw Loki from the corner of her eye, only to find that when she whipped around, he was never there.

The nights were the worst. Not only was she not sleeping well, but when she did manage to doze off, she would dream of Loki and when she woke, her pillow would be wet with tears she hadn’t realized she shed and her head would ache and she’d lie awake until the sun streamed in through her windows.

“Where are you?” Scott asked one Friday night, about two months after her return, when she inadvertently poured peppermint schnapps instead of apple schnapps into what was supposed to be an apple martini.

“I’m sorry, Scott. I just… I don’t know. I’m not feeling so well.”

“Well then go home. I can’t afford to have you ruining any more drinks.”

“I know… I just…” Her throat squeezed shut and her eyes filled with tears. Damn it, she cried so easily now, and all the time. Why, just last night, she burst out bawling over some stupid commercial about back to school shopping.

“Look, I get it, Kenna,” Scott’s hands cupped her shoulders and he bent to meet her eye level. “Shay told me about the boyfriend. It sucks, but you have to let it go. He’s in jail and you can do a lot better than some guy in jail, right? Maybe it’s time to cut your losses and move on.”

Move on. In theory, perhaps, but in reality, it was not quite that simple. She absently ran her thumb along the band of the diamond ring still on her hand. “That’s much easier said than done, Scott.” She drew in a shaky breath and reached up to rub her forehead. “I’ll be all right.”

“You know, why don't you go home? Take a few days because I need you come Friday. Labor Day weekend? We’re gonna be packed.”

“Well, I’ve already missed—”

He waved off her protest. “I know. And maybe I’m going soft in my old age, but go home and get yourself sorted out, Kenna. Take a couple days and hopefully it’ll help.”

She nodded and dumped the ruined appletini and grabbed her purse from under the bar. Then, she pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Scott. “For the drink.”

He waved it away, but she tossed it onto the bar and made her way around it to leave. Shannon stopped her just short of the door. “Go home and get some rest, Kenna. You look kinda green.”

“I know. I am and I’ll call you in the morning.” She kissed Shannon’s cheek and stepped out into a godawful, hot, steamy August night.

Her car was parked down the street from a CVS and after a quick peek over her shoulder to make sure Shannon didn’t follow her, she ducked into it. It only took her a few minutes to find what she wanted and paid for it, and then hurried back to her car.

Cinder did his best to trip her as she came into the apartment, yowling for food. “Okay, okay,” she said, tossing her purse and bag on the counter and hurryied into the kitchen before the cat attacked her.

He dove into his food, his yowl becoming a contented purr, and she crouched to scratch him behind the ears before stretching across the counter to grab her phone and the bag.

She locked the bathroom door, although she didn’t know why, and her hands shook as she opened the box. It took three tries before she got the instructions unfolded, and on the third try, she ripped it along a fold.

Five minutes later she was staring down at the counter, her stomach threatening to reverse itself even as a sense of budding excitement swelled through her.

The word was so small, but still unmistakable, all in capital letters spelling out one word:

PREGNANT

She didn’t know how long she sat there staring at that stupid little stick. The box came with a second one, so she took it as well. Now she had two sticks with the same tiny little word on it.

“Holy shit…” she breathed, rubbing her forehead with one hand. How the hell was she supposed to let Loki know he was going to be a father? Somehow, she didn’t think S.H.I.E.L.D. still had their little shop at the boardwalk up and running.

But, she did have Coulson’s number, or at least she hoped it was still his number. The crumpled business card was long gone, but she kept his number. Just in case.

Her legs wobbled as she went back out to the kitchen and dug her phone from her purse, found Coulson’s number and hit send, her hands shaking the entire time.

“Agent Coulson.”

“Agent Coulson, it’s McKenna Carlin. I need to get a message to Thor. Can you do that for me?”

“Miss Carlin, I’m not an Asgardian answering service.”

“This is very, very important. Please.” She switched the phone to her other ear. “And I don’t mean like I have a hangnail important, but really, really important.”

“Is everything all right, Miss Carlin?”

“No. No, it isn’t and I need to see Thor. Soon.”

“Okay, Miss Carlin. I’ll do my best.”

“Do you have my number?”

“We do.” He clicked off and she dropped the phone as the enormity of those two sticks lounging on the bathroom counter hit her like a ton of bricks.

But at the same time, perhaps this was what could change Odin's mind about keeping Loki in the dungeon?

Or would she and the baby be in danger now instead?

She walked back into the living room, where she promptly began pacing, since her nerves would not let her be still. Thor would have a better grasp on what Odin's reaction might be, should he learn about the baby. Now all she had to do was wait. And that was the worst part.

But she didn’t have to wait long. Not more than half an hour after her phone call to Coulson, there came a knock at her door. Damn… that little man worked fast.

She opened it to find Thor standing in the hallway, his red cape dusty and Mjölnir in his hand. She almost laughed at the absurdity of the scene, especially when he came inside and hung the hammer on the doorknob.

“Son of Coul said you needed to speak with me? What is it?”

“I really don’t think I should tell you first, but I need you get a message to Loki. Or better yet, if you could maybe sneak me in to see him? I need to talk to him and it’s very important.”

He arched one golden brow. “I cannot smuggle you into the prison. How would I? Never mind if something happened and someone got out.”

“Then you need to find some way for me to talk to him. Please. I cannot even tell you how much I need to see him.”

Thor pulled back before she could touch him and shook his head. “It is out of my hands, Miss Carlin. I cannot—”

“Please! You must—” Her voice broke and hot tears stung her eyes. She tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes shut to try to hold them back. How could she make Thor see how important it was without actually telling him? “You don't get it and I know that, but I have to talk to him. It really is that important. Really. I promise you, it is.”

“So, why not just tell me then?”

Her head snapped up at the low, familiar pull of Loki's voice and her tears became those of joy as she snapped her head back to see Thor vanish in a veil of green mist and to find staring into Loki's beautiful blue eyes. “Ohhh… oh… God…” she stammered, her hand clapping over her mouth. “What… how…?”

“What did you have to tell me, love? Or can it wait a moment?” A slow smile pulled at his lips as he caught her by the hands.

At his first touch, she all but fell into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing with everything she had. “Oh my God… how is this even possible? Please, please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

“It’s no dream,” he whispered, lifting her up to meet his eyes. “And I will explain everything—”

She cut him off with a kiss that let loose every single emotion she’d experienced since seeing him dragged off in chains. His arms tightened about her as his lips parted and as her tongue met his, he groaned in the back of his throat.

He staggered back, thudding dully against the door, but never loosened his hold on her any more than she loosened hers on him. She slid her fingers into the cool length of his dark hair, tears sliding over her cheeks as she broke the kiss with a laugh that came out of nowhere and just hugged him.

“I know it’s been a while, love,” he chuckled, his lips against her ear. “But I am fairly certain you aren’t supposed to be laughing at my kisses.”

“It was my kiss and I’m laughing because I can’t believe you’re here. How the hell did Coulson do this?”

“Son of Coul?” Loki pulled back with a puzzled look. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“I just talked to him a little while ago. Didn’t… I asked him to get word to Thor that I needed to see him. Or you.” She caught his face between her hands, just wanting to look at him. He was a bit thinner than the last time she saw him, and he looked tired, but other than that, he was every bit the handsome god she loved so much. Her eyes teared up again and she shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

“Believe it, love. I’m here and I’m not leaving.” Holding her easily in one arm, he smoothed her hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. “I’ve missed you, McKenna. More than you could ever possibly know.”

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea, Loki.”

He smiled and kissed her again. This time, his kiss was hungry, and he scorched her with the passion behind it. He pushed away from the door and shifted to scoop her into his arms. Cinder meowed and between kisses, Loki whispered, “Not now, cat,” as he carried McKenna down the narrow hallway to her bedroom.

Loki gently pressed her down into her bed, covering her body with his. His lips moved gently along the curve of her neck, down over her collarbone, while he slid one hand beneath her black Scott’s Tavern tee shirt. His fingers were cool as they swept along her ribs, slid beneath her to run up along her. She shivered at the touch, so light and gentle, and yet powerful enough that she bit down hard on her bottom lip.

His fingers just grazed the lower curve of her left breast and then he moved down, his kisses soft on her ribs, and a breathless laugh bubbled to her lips as he swept a kiss down the center of her stomach. Without thinking, she reached down, slid her fingers into his dark hair and her eyes remained on him as he spread those teasing kisses over and down, stopping at the waistband of her jeans.

He lifted his head to gaze at her with passion-smoked blue-green eyes. “I have never had the pleasure of undressing you, my love,” he murmured, hooking one finger over the button of her jeans. “And I shall rectify that at once.”

She smiled as he pressed a hot kiss into her lower belly. He shifted, brushing the tip of his tongue along her left hipbone as he slid the button through its hole. The zipper slid down, and he folded back the two sides, his breath warm against her skin as he murmured, “I do so love the lacy bits you wear,” in a husky voice.

She held her breath as he rose to tug the Levis from her hips. The velvety denim was like a caress as he slid it her legs, and she bit down on her bottom lip as he just let his gaze wander over her and a sinful smile curved his lips.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, letting his fingers sweep gently up over her shins, over her knees, along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She sighed at the tingles rushing through her with each touch, at the way his eyes seemed to darken from blue to green as they moved along her.

He eased a finger beneath the scalloped lace edge of her thong and she sucked in a sharp breath. Then, he bent forward and there was nothing cold about his lips as they teased her left inner thigh. His tongue caressed the crease of her hip and thigh and her fingers twisted in his hair.

She realized how tightly she held the thick lock of black hair she held, and she released it immediately, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Loki shook his head. “Don’t apologize,” he said as he hooked his forefinger in that delicate black lace to gently tug. “You didn’t hurt me, you know. Actually, I rather like knowing how strongly you react to my touch.”

“Loki, you have no idea.”

He tugged the lace from her hips and his smile turned feral. “Much as I like the lacy bits, I far prefer you like this, love.”

She shivered—a full body shiver as he dipped back down and at the first sensual stroke of his tongue against her most sensitive flesh, she didn’t care how hard she grabbed him. He left her breathless and on fire, her fingers twisting against in his hair to press him harder into her. Her hips rose to meet him, his name rose to her lips and her back bowed sharply as he pushed her over the edge.

“Loki!”

He held her there, suspended in time, her entire body humming with pleasure, and then, when she thought she’d go mad from it all, he gently brought her back to earth. She was breathless and fighting for air, tugging him to bring him up so she could wrap herself around him.

He obliged, but slowly, kissing his way up, just as he kissed his way down. He was leisurely and teasing, no matter how she pulled at his hair and, when that didn’t work, gripped the shoulders of his green and gold leather tunic. Tunic? Damn it, she had to get him out of his clothes and now!

He knelt between her knees and caught her hips with both hands, his thumbs pressing into her, and pushed her shirt over her ribs, and she bit back a breathless sigh at the cool brush of his lips against her skin. The tip of his tongue swept out against her, and then came the gentle nip, followed by a soft kiss.

This was his pattern as he moved upward, the soft tee shirt skimming over her breasts. She gave up tugging on him. There was no point. He was in no hurry and honestly? She didn’t care, it was far better to just lie back and enjoy those delicious sensations as they rippled through her, to savor them as they swelled and build off one another to create a fiery desire she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She wanted him with a fury that bordered on the maniacal, but if he was in no hurry, why on earth should she rush him?

“Loki…”

“Mmmm?” he murmured, his lips teasing the right side of her ribs.

“Oh, that feels so nice…”

He came up to whisk her tee shirt over her head. “More lacy bits,” he whispered, tracing the lacy edge of her left bra cup. “I am a fortunate man, indeed.”

“I hate to disappoint you,” she whispered back, “but pretty much all women wear bras.”

“But I doubt any of them look as ravishing as you, love,” he replied, his finger slipping beneath the bra cup to brush her breast. Her eyelids grew heavy as he inched further beneath it, easing her breast from it entirely.

He kneaded her breast gently, his thumb brushing her nipple, and when he bent to kiss her, she wrapped her arms about his neck. The air rushed from her as he rolled to pull her atop him. A moment later, he had her bra unhooked, his voice heavy with seductive triumph as he murmured, “On the first attempt, no less.”

“Very smooth. Now, how do I get you out of this?” she breathed into his ear as she tugged at the front of his tunic. “Because it definitely needs to go.”

He pulled away to grin wolfishly at her. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Loki.” She tried to scowl at him, but couldn’t quite manage it. “I’ve missed you just as much, you know.”

He rocked back. “It would take me far too long to allow you to undress me, McKenna. But, I promise you, when I’m in your Midgardian clothes, you may indulge in undressing me as slowly as you wish.”

With that, he twitched his fingers and her jaw almost dropped as his clothes simply disappeared. She reached down to let her fingers slide down over his chiseled, smooth belly. His skin was so cool to the touch, the muscles like slabs of marble beneath it.

She bent to brush a kiss over his chest. Then another. And another still as she inched her way down. His hands came to rest on her back, his fingers stroking her gently as he whispered, “Oh, love… what you do to me. You bring the most wicked of thoughts to my mind.”

“Do I?” She moved over the ridge of his hip. “Then I’m doing something right.”

“Oh, Midgardian,” the air rushed from him as she moved and his voice grew throatier as he added, “you most definitely are.”

She smiled as she continued teasing him, using his sighs and groans as an indicator of how he enjoyed her attentions. Then, he caught her, tugging her back up into his arms. His lips seized hers, hot and hungry, and he flipped her onto her back, then surged up between her thighs to fill her with one sensually long stroke.

Her back bowed with his first powerful thrust and that was all it took. She melted around him, legs about his waist, arms about his neck, fingernails sinking deep into his back. She met his rhythm, his name a breathless cry on her lips as he surged hard inside her.

He drew back just enough to capture her lips in a long, deep kiss. She clung to him as he thrust faster and when they went over that glorious summit, Loki broke that kiss to growl, “McKenna!”

He sank against her, his body trembling and as she slid her arms about him, she whispered, “Oh, Loki… Oh, God…that… oh, that was amazing…”

He nodded, still fighting for his breath, which came across her skin as short, hard blasts. His head came to rest on her breast, which he kissed gently and murmured, “I do so love you.”

She smiled up at into the darkness, tears stinging her eyes. But for the first time in two months, they were happy tears and they slid back into her hair as she brokenly whispered, “I love you, too.”

He lifted his head, his eyes tender as he murmured, “Are you crying, Midgardian?”

“Tears of happiness this time, I promise,” she replied, reaching up to stroke his hair away from his face. “I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“I wouldn’t allow that.”

“You didn’t have much of a choice.”

“True. But I was not about to let a little thing like a dungeon prevent it, either. Not even Odin’s prison could keep me from you in the end.” He kissed her forehead. “And now I am here and we have much lost time to make up for. Tell me, how much hot water does your shower offer?”

She smiled. “Not nearly as much as the Winchester, I’m afraid.”

“We’ll make do.”

As he settled back against her, his head cradled by her breast, she drew her fingers along the black sheen of his hair. Her thoughts whirled with the magnitude of what she had to tell him, but the words were a jumble in her mind.

She took a deep breath. “Loki?”

“Yes, love?” he murmured, not lifting his head.

“There’s something we need to talk about. Now that you’re here and all.”

“Is something wrong?” His voice held a hint of suspicion.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Do you like children?”

Now he lifted his head. “I beg your pardon?”

“I asked if you like children.”

“I don’t know any, but I don’t think I’d dislike them.” His eyes glittered in the glow of the bathroom nightlight. “Why?”

“Well, that’s kind of why I needed Thor to come here.” She curved her hand against his cool, smooth cheek. “You’re going to be a father.”

Confusion clouded his eyes. “What?”

She nodded. “I’m going to have a baby, Loki.” She traced her fingertip along his bottom lip. “We’re going to have a baby.”

“You mean to say that you… and I… A child, McKenna?” He waited for her to nod, and then he hurriedly slid off her to stretch out beside her. “How—when—you—”

She laughed as his eyes cleared of all confusion and filled with something that looked very much like wonder. He slid his hand over her hip, letting it come to rest between both hipbones. “Are you certain?”

“I’m positive, Loki. I was late, so I bought a pregnancy test. Two, actually. And both came back positive.” She covered her hand with his. “They’re still in the bathroom, if you want to see them for yourself.”

He shook his head, his gaze going to his hand on her belly, whispering, “A child,” in a disbelief-laden voice.

Her stomach fluttered as the next words came to her lips. “How do you feel about that, Loki? I know it has to be a bit of a shock, but—”

“How do I feel about it?” He turned to look at her, but his expression was unreadable. “It’s the last thing I expected you to say, to be honest.”

Her heart sank and a hint of nausea rose in the back of her throat. “I know. It was a surprise to me as well.”

“But, as to how I feel about it—” To her surprise, he lifted their hands from her belly, and bent to press a gentle kiss where his hand had been. Then, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed that.

Finally, he came back up to her and whispered, “I love you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “And I look forward to this new life we’ve created, be it a boy or a girl.”

“Do you, really? Like I said, I know you weren’t expecting this but—”

“Hush, McKenna, and worry not about how I feel. I think it amazing. A surprise, yes, but a very welcome one.” He pressed his hand against hers, palm to palm, and entwined their fingers. “Tell me, though, would you have told Thor to pass the word along or would you have told me yourself?”

“I wanted to tell you, before I told anyone else. I would have only told him if there had been no other option.”

His thumb swept along hers. “You do realize, if this child is a girl, I will kill any boy who comes near her.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” She squeezed his hand. “Will you teach him or her your magic?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned. “You may come to fear what tricks may be played on you, though.”

“Wonderful.” She sank back against the pillows and smiled at him. “Try not to make me too crazy, okay?”

He bent and swept a kiss over her belly again and then came up to stretch out beside her again. “I promise nothing. I am the God of Mischief, remember.”

As he spoke, he pulled her into his arms and she sank into him, snuggling her head against his chest. “So, how are you here, then? I mean, if Coulson didn’t tell Thor?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Thor helped me escape. Again.”

“How?”

“How do you think?”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Captain America again?”

“No. But as an Asgardian guard.”

“Try saying that five times.” When he gave her a puzzled look, she added, “It’s a joke. Your tongue will twist trying to say it five times.”

“Oh, I assure you, love, my tongue never twists.” He gave her a seductive smile. “Unless I want it to, that is.”

She shivered at the promise in his voice. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.” He gently eased her onto her back again, and covered her body with his. He leaned in until his lips just brushed hers, and whispered, “Do you have to work in the morning?”

She shook her head. “No. Not until Friday. Why?”

“Because I’m planning on keeping you up far too late this evening.” His voice lowered to a whisper and he kissed her lightly. “As I said, we’ve much lost time to make up for.”

“We can sleep until noon if we wish,” she replied.

“Oh, I wish.” He kissed along her temple, and she shivered as his breath came lightly along her ear and he whispered, “I wish to hear you cry out my name again as I love you from here,” he kissed along her jaw line and down her neck, “to here,” his lips moved over her breast and down her ribs, “to here…”

Here made her suck in a sharp breath and her back bowed sharply again. Her god most definitely had a silver tongue and left her aching for him. For all of him.

He obliged and as he slid inside her, he caught her hands in his, pinned them to the bed on either side of her head, and laced his fingers with hers. His eyes held hers, soft and tender, as he began moving inside her again, with slow, carefully controlled thrusts.

Her eyelids grew so heavy, but she refused to yield to them. She didn’t want to miss one moment of this, didn’t want to miss the slightest flicker of pleasure that crossed his face, or the way the muscle in his jaw bulged from the effort it must have taken for him to thrust so slowly.

“I love you,” he growled, squeezing her hands.

“I—” She gasped as they neared that amazing edge—“I love you, too…”

Whereas the last time, he crushed her close and surged hard into her, this time, he was every bit as tender as he promised he’d be. He moaned softly, shuddered, and as he peaked with her, his forehead pressed into hers, his eyes locked with hers, and she felt him all the way to the center of her soul. This was love—love like she never dreamed could really exist, but was only dreamed up by poets and writers to appeal to the dreamers in everyone.

He arched hard, and then sank against her, burying his face in the slope of her neck to kiss her softly. Only then did he let show how much effort it took for him to remain so controlled as his breathing was ragged about the edges. She stroked his hair with a trembling hand as she whispered, “Hmm… so hard to believe you are the same man who demanded a thousand people kneel before you.” She traced her fingernails lightly down over his nape and along his left shoulder, laughing softly as he shivered. “Especially when you tremble at my touch. Perhaps you should kneel before me?”

“No one else will ever see this side of me,” he replied sleepily, lifting his head to smile at her. “Although, if I were you, I wouldn’t be gloating quite so, since I do intend to have you on your knees at some point this night.”

“Is that so?”

“Darling girl, I certainly hope so.” He eased one hand from hers and shifted off her. As she yawned, he tugged her up against him, nestling her back against his chest. “But if not tonight, definitely another. It will happen.”

She rubbed one eye, her post-coital drowsiness becoming full-blown exhaustion. It was one of the longest days she could remember and although it ended more wonderfully than she ever would have hoped, she was still wiped out.

But on the other hand, she was still apprehensive of going to sleep, afraid that she would awake to find that this had all been yet another dream and she would be alone. Loki wrapped his arms about her, smoothing her hair away from her left ear as he murmured, “Are you asleep?”

“No,” she murmured drowsily, peering up at him. “I’m just… it’s silly…”

“What is?”

“I think I’m dreaming and when I open my eyes, you’ll be back on Asgard again.”

“I won’t be, love. I promise you, I will be right here when you awake. And I promise not to try to cook any more bacon.”

She laughed softly. “I still have to replace that stupid smoke detector.”

He lifted his left arm and swished his fingers. “Done.”

As that hand slid back over her belly, she sighed and snuggled back into his chest. “I could get spoiled by this.”

His palm skimmed gently over her stomach. “I look forward to being able to spoil you, McKenna. I’ve the feeling not many men have.”

“Some. But not many.”

“I will make you forget any other man ever touched you, love. That any other man ever hurt you. That any other man ever made you feel unworthy of being loved.” He whispered these words, but there was no denying the ferocity behind them.

His arms tightened about her and he pressed a gentle kiss into her temple. “Sleep now, darling. I promise you I will be here when you wake.”

She nodded, her eyes closing as sleep crept over her like a stealthy cat. For the first time in eight weeks, she slept without dreaming and in utter peace.

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