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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Violet Sunkiss (Loki x Reader)

Well it started as crack and then it got out of hand and DUDE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CRACK 😭 you can blame @natashas-favourite-knives (what do you think of the title ehhhhh?) for inspiring this piece and @justfangirlthingies and @mellifluousart and @creeping156tin-reblogs for encouraging it too 😂

Summary: What started out as a thought of “What if you had a sun burn and begged Loki to change you into a vampire so it didn’t hurt anymore” turned into something completely different...I’m not complaining but apparently I can’t write crack 😂

Loki rolls his eyes at your theatrics.

“Loki, it hurts, I feel like you could cook an egg on my shoulders!”

“Lokiiiiii, put your cold hands on-OW, ok, maybe don’t do that again, thanks.”

“Loki, how do you not have aloe vera, you’re a vampire, aren’t sunburns normal for you?”

“Loki! Could you use your magic to put un-melting ice on my back?”

“Loki-”

“Darling, if you give another inane request I will not hesitate to put you to sleep until the sunburn is healed.” Loki tells you with a glare.

You smile up at him, from the couch. Then you tilt your head, ever so slightly, baring your neck to him. When you see his eyes fly to your neck you smirk.

“Loki, it burns really bad, would you change me so I can heal faster?” You ask of Loki, coyly. He doesn’t miss the pout on your lips.

Loki’s eyes flash to yours and he growls. “Do not jest about that, you know how I feel about that.”

Your smirk widens into a smile. “Please! It really burns and it’s getting itchy! You know I have a hard time not scratching.”

Loki rolls his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub at his face.

“Sweetheart, if i turned you it would heal your sunburn but if you ever got another sunburn it would be ten times as bad. It is illogical to turn you for something this small, anyways.”

“Small? Loki, my entire back is going to be peeling in a few days, you call that small?”

“You completely missed my point.” Loki shakes his head then makes his way to the couch and sits next to you. He takes your hand into his, his long, sharp nails trailing over your pulse in your wrist as he envelops your hand in his.

“Is that what you truly want? For me to change you?” Loki asks, looking at you through his lashes.

You want to play with him, he will gladly play right back.

Loki smirks when he sees your face slacken and you swallow nervously.

You both have had the conversation. Loki wants you to change so he may have you eternally, you were hesitant and requested time to think on it.

Loki trails his free hand up your side until it rests on your neck, his thumb nail scratching slightly at the pulse in your neck. Loki watches with pride as your mouth falls open and you close your eyes, leaning into his touch.

Loki takes this moment to pull you to him, his mouth now rests above the pulse in your neck. He lets his tongue flick over your skin and chuckles when you gasp and your hands ball in his shirt.

“I thought you said you weren’t sure yet, darling. Have you made up your mind?” Loki whispers over your now goosed skin.

“I-uh...”

Loki pulls from your neck with a smirk. “That’s hardly an answer, sweetheart.” He tells you, inches from your face, in a smug tone.

Loki watches as you come back to yourself, he doesn’t miss the stubborn flash in your eyes.

“Unless you have a way to take away the pain and peeling...yes.”

Loki looks into your eyes with a squint. He lets out a frustrated sigh when all he finds is you being a stubborn brat.

However, he listens to you and settles a hand on your shoulder.

“Ow! I told you-Oh....”

Loki smirks as you melt into his hand. He used his magic to cool your heated skin and relieve some of the pain. He could make the burn disappear but he thinks you deserve a little retribution for your actions and demands.

When Loki is holding you after you melted into his touch, curling into his body on the couch, you let out a small thanks to which Loki smiles at but doesn’t respond.

A week later you make the request again.

“God, fuck, ah!” You shout, hopping on one foot.

Loki rounds the corner quickly and raises an amused eyebrow as you hop around, clutching at your other foot. He assumes you’ve stubbed your toe on the wall.

“Stop laughing at me, asshole!” You shout at Loki who can’t help a laugh at your yelling.

“Loki, it hurts really bad, can you change me so it doesn’t?”

That makes Loki huff and leave the area, you smirking at his retreating form.

It happens again a few days later.

“Darling, the food just came out of the oven don-”

You take a bite against better judgement and hasfafsafa the food in your mouth till it’s cool enough to swallow. You fan air to your mouth with your hand then pout at Loki.

“If you change me it won’t burn anymore!”

Loki purses his lips and stabs his fork into the food he had prepared for you both. “I did try to warn you, if you would listen.” He tuts, ignoring your plead.

“Loki! If you change me I won’t have to drive to the store anymore, I can just teleport!”

“If you change me I won’t ever get cold again!”

“Loki, change me so my nails get longer!”

Loki doesn’t ever listen to your demands but he lets you keep making them because he has hopes that thinking about it so much will help you come to a conclusion on his question. Perhaps with your mind constantly thinking about it you’ll become familiar with it and even want to be changed, seriously.

It happens one day when you’re both cuddling in bed, close to falling asleep after a long day.

“Loki?”

“Hmm?” Loki hums behind you. You lay as the small spoon, your back to Loki’s chest under the covers. He lets his hands wrapped around your waist caress at the skin under your shirt.

“If vampires couldn’t die there would be more of them, that means while you’re immortal there is something that can kill you, right?”

Loki blinks as he regards your random but, definitely thought out, question.

“Yes.”

“What can kill you?”

“Every vampire has a...an achilles heel, if you will. You don’t know where it is till you’ve changed. If someone were to stab you there with pure silver, we cease to exist.” Loki refuses to let his lips form the word die.

You’re quiet after his explanation but then you ask, “What’s yours?” In a small voice.

Loki tenses, his hands that had been caressing you now frozen over your skin. Then he lets out a breath and relaxes. You weren’t going to kill him, merely curious. He trusts you wholly, and that might scare him a bit if he hadn’t come to terms with it years ago.

“The nape of my neck.”

At Loki’s response you let out a thoughtful hum and turn in his arms to face him. You bring your hands from under the covers and wrap around his neck to rest on his nape. When your nails dig into the flesh and baby hairs there to slightly scratch, Loki shudders, his eyes closing, and pulls you to him, even closer.

When Loki blinks his eyes back open you look at him with a soft look.

“Change me.” You demand softly.

Loki frowns. “Why?” Not sure if your heart was in the right place yet, the whole conversation said otherwise though.

Loki watches as your eyes flicker over his face.

“So that way if I ever need to protect you, I can. If a vampire were to come and attack you, try to kill you, I would be a liability. If you change me, that gives you a better chance of surviving.”

Loki lets his lips twitch, as if wanting to smile. “Are you suggesting I can’t hold my own?”

Loki feels warmth bloom in his chest when you laugh lightly. “No. Just that I want to help protect you if I can. The cherry on top is that I get to spend eternity with you, I suppose.” You say, your hands involuntarily pulling at the strands of hair on Loki’s neck, nervously at your confession.

Loki lets out a small breathy moan but really looks at you to see if you’re serious. Looking in your eyes he finds nothing but confidence and love.

“Eternity is a long time, are you sure about this?” Loki asks, giving you one more chance to back out and retain a normal life.

When you smile at him and nod he feels his face soften into a stupidly in love look.

“Then your wish is my command, darling.”

Loki shifts till he hovers over you, sleep forgotten long ago by you both. As he looks down at you he expects there to be a nervous look on your face, a small tick to hint at fear, but instead you look up at Loki as if this is exactly where you’re meant to be. This pulls Loki towards you so he may take your lips in a sweet kiss.

Loki pulls from your lips and looks at you. “It will hurt when the transformation hits you. You will die,” Loki looks you in the eyes, to make sure you understand what you’re getting yourself into, “And then you will be remade.”

At your confident nod Loki straddles your hips and rests on his knees. He brings his wrist to his mouth and makes a small cut. As the blood begins to flow from him he holds his wrist over your mouth and watches as the first drop touches your lips before you realize you need to open your mouth and drink his blood. Smart girl.

Loki lets his blood flow and then you’re surging your arms up to grab Loki’s wrist and pull it to your lips. You suck at his blood with fever and Loki gasps. He hasn’t felt someone drink from him since he himself was changed. It’s a slight sting that’s overshadowed by a euphoric feeling.

Loki lets you drink from him with small gasps and winces when the pain exceeds the euphoria. Finally you let go of Loki’s wrist and he lets out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Looking down at you he wants to smile. You’re messy when you drink, your lips are smeared in red, your white teeth also covered in red when they flash from under your lips.

That’s when you let out a grunt and try to curl up. Loki pins both of your hands above your head and his body pins your body down so you won’t thrash around and hurt yourself.

Loki does the only thing he can as you thrash from the pain. He whispers in your ear, giving you sweet nothings.

“You’re so strong, darling.”

“Soon you will be with me for eternity.”

“Even in death you have found a way to be beautiful and invigorating.”

Loki winces as you let out a hoarse shout, your face scrunched up in pain, tears falling down the side of your face into the pillow below you.

“Shhh. It’s almost over, you’re doing so well sweetheart. Just hold on for a few more seconds.” Loki says, kissing the side of your face as your body slowly stops thrashing and shaking with a wild fury.

When you fall completely still Loki pulls up to look down at you. The life is slipping from your eyes.

“I will be right here when you wake, darling, then we shall start anew.” Loki whispers, kissing your forehead as your eyes lose all life. Loki brings a hand to come over your face and close your eyes for you, then peels his shirt off to clean at the blood on your lips. He unceremoniously throws the shirt somewhere in the room and returns his attention to you.

Loki brings your arms down to hug yourself, he shifts over to lay next to you then pulls you back into the spooning position you both started with earlier.

He’s nuzzling his face in your nape when you take in a deep breath and return to the land of the living, more like conscious seeing as you were now dead though. His hand comes to settle on your chest. Loki admits, he will miss the feeling of your heart beating under your breast but he wouldn’t trade anything for having you for eternity.

You both just lay there, Loki letting you get used to your new senses, and you taking in all the new information you’re receiving.

Finally, when you’ve taken in everything new you turn in Loki’s arms, again, so you may look at him.

Loki first sees your eyes are bright gold, then he sees your lips quirked up in a smirk.

“Welcome to the land of the dead, darling.”

Loki watches as your face goes from smirking to disbelief.

“That is the most cliché-” You’re cut off when Loki pulls you into a kiss.

You smile in between Loki’s kisses. When he pulls back he looks at you with admonishing eyes. “Give me a break, you drank half my blood.”

You giggle and bring your hands around his neck. Loki lets a hand grab behind your knee and drag it up his waist. At your gasp and shudder Loki looks at you with raised eyebrows. “I suppose we know where your spot is.”

You nod, biting your cheek when Loki digs his fingers into the soft skin behind your knee. He loses interest though and rests his hand on the side of your thigh, caressing.

“As exciting as tonight has been we do need sleep. You will need lots of sleep and blood for the next few weeks.” Loki rests his forehead on yours. He steals a peck from your lips. “Sleep. Come morning I shall teach you everything.”

You nod and let your eyes fall closed. Sleep isn’t hard to find considering you now feel exhausted.

“Love you.” You get out before falling completely asleep.

“And I you.” Loki says, closing his own eyes and chasing after sleep.

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hela-avenger · 3 years

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 14

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1480

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Once again, apologies for the delay! And more apologies for what’s to come.

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It’s only Natasha, Steve, and you in the lab. Everyone else was told to stay away for the meeting with Doctor Strange. He should be seeing you any minute now but you had yet to hear word from FRIDAY of his arrival to the tower. His incoming tardiness only served to amplify the tense silence in the room.

Natasha and Steve were under the impression that you had no idea of the secret they were keeping when in reality you knew the real truth for Doctor Strange’s involvement. You had yet to tell them that you knew and you had already resolved not to confess that to them knowing their guilt would be too much to bear at the moment.

Late or not, you just hoped that this doctor would be able to reverse the damage done and allow you to go back to the life you had.

You were over the random confessions you pulled out of your friends and the constant fear of this power potentially killing you. You just wanted to return to your life as an Avenger who only had the power of your own human body to face the world.

You were content in being normal.

Yes, people lied to you and spoke half-truths. Yes, they kept secrets and withheld information. None of that was new, but being a lie detector… being able to sense all of that now was taking its toll.

You longed for the days in which you were blissfully ignorant of all that.

The clock strikes twelve and Natasha lets out a sigh.

“For a highly awarded surgeon, I would have sure hoped he knew the importance of being punctual…”

As the last words left her mouth, a gold ring starts to appear at the end of the room and a figure steps out.

The man is donned in a red cape, blue robes, and a glowing amulet laid on his chest.

“Agent Romanoff,” he greets. “I’m Doctor Strange. I believe we spoke on the phone.”

Natasha smiles politely swallowing back her recent words, “Yes. Thank you for coming. We have a special case and we’re hoping you’ll be able to help us.”

Doctor Strange glances at Steve who offers a nod in greeting before turning to look at you. He takes a step closer and you straighten up on your seat. He looks at you from head to toe with a calculating gaze.

“May I look at your hands?”

You offer them to him and he takes them into his own. You notice the array of scars and the slight tremble of his palms.

The question burns in your mind of the story untold on his skin and he takes notice.

“Car accident and multiple surgeries,” he answers as if he read your mind. “A lot of nerve damage. Not much could be done on the medical side.”

“But the mythical had a solution?” you ask.

Doctor Strange stops his inspection and looks into your eyes. For the first time since he’s appeared, he dons a small smile.

“Yes,” he answers.

You wish you could smile back. Doctor Strange seemed like a closed off character that held a hidden warmth. The makings of a good friend and future ally if need be. Except, you weren’t in the best of moods since Loki’s revelations the prior night.

Doctor Strange releases your hands soon after.

“When was the last time you used your siphons?”

“Yesterday morning.”

“And the stones haven’t been overcharged yet?”

You look down at the palm of your hands and frown when you realize that the stones were sitting normally. Loki had warned you that you had to use your siphons daily to avoid overcharging and breaking them.

With everything running in your mind, you hadn’t realized that alarming detail that laid so blatantly in your hands.

“I- I didn’t notice,” you stammer out. “They should be lit up by this point…”

Doctor Strange frowns.

“What does that mean?” Steve asks. “Is her power fading away?”

“Not at all. In fact, I would say it's the opposite,” Doctor Strange answers. “You were right, Agent Romanoff. It seems like her body has evolved to the point in which it is able to retain the power of Veritas. The siphons are still helpful but they will no longer become necessary for her.”

A silence accompanies his statement as Natasha and Steve turn to look at you. The secret they were keeping is out and it was obvious from your tired expression that you already knew about it.

“That’s uh… That’s great,” you mumble. “Any way I can reverse what’s been done?”

Steve and Natasha call out your name.

“We should talk about this…”

You ignore them. You didn’t need to hear their explanation. You just wanted to hear a solution from the local expert.

“Doctor Strange,” you speak again. “Is there any way I can go back to how I was?”

He hesitates and you knew then that the answer would be no.

“Had I been consulted earlier, perhaps something could have been done or at least the risks would be minimal, but as your body has been impacted and changed by this power any kind of reversal would wind up killing you. The power of Veritas is ingrained in your DNA now and if I were to remove it, I would remove your life essence too.”

You block out the rest of his explanation. Not as if it was directed at you anymore seeing as Steve and Natasha were still asking questions and attempting to find a cure elsewhere.

They’re all so focused on scrapping up a solution that you’re able to slip out of the lab without them noticing.

You don’t know where you’re going. You blackout for a few minutes until your mind clears up enough to find yourself on Thor’s residential floor. Specifically, right in front of Loki’s room.

You knock and Loki is quick to answer.

“Little mortal,” he greets. “Meeting cut short?”

You look up at him and a burning anger starts to burn deep inside you.

“Tell me you didn’t know.”

His amusement falters. His true feelings revealed now that the mask has fallen. Concern laced his features but you don’t care about the truth anymore.

“Didn’t know what?”

“Tell me you didn’t know that this could have been reversed,” you tell him. “That I could have been back to normal had we consulted other sources. Tell me you didn’t know.”

Loki remains silent and the mask rises again. You are quick to tear it down as you push him back.

“Tell me the truth!” you yell. “Did you or did you not know?!”

Loki glares down at you but you weren’t afraid of him. Your body was evolved to the same kind of strength and power that he had. You were equals now as much as you hated it.

“So what if I did?” he asks in return. “You were presented a gift and look how blessed you are now. Your skills as a warrior are amplified by strength. You are immune to illnesses and mortal weakness. You are a truth-seeker and can pull out secrets and confessions from anyone.”

Loki peers down at you.

“Thanks to me, you are a Goddess among men.”

Your anger turns to rage.

You don’t know if it’s because of the credit he’s handing to himself or that he admits to turning your life around for his own amusement.

No, it takes a second to realize that it’s because he’s lying to you.

He’s lying about everything.

Loki knows that he is and you can’t comprehend why he would still do it when he knows you’ll sense it.

“You’re selfish,” you tell him. “And you’re cruel.”

Loki feigns indifference but you can tell the damage you’re inflicting. You’re better than this but Loki has damaged you enough and you are done playing his game.

“You used my situation to broker a deal, but the deal is done,” you tell him. “My body has evolved to the point that I will no longer die from this power. I will no longer need the siphons nor your guidance. From this day forward, you and I… we are no longer friends.”

You think you see fear in his eyes but it’s quickly gone and it intensifies your fury.

As much as you hoped, Loki could not release himself from the role he’s chosen to play.

You wanted him to fight. You wanted him to rip off that mask he’s always donning.

Loki had never been a villain to you. Not until recently.

He had always been honest with you but he’s stopped. You had no idea what changed and why he started to lie to your face so blatantly.

It hurt and with this pain, you decided to wield it against him too.

“Forget my name. Forget everything. We’re strangers again.”

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vidcund4ever · 3 years

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I decided to answer these questions about my Sim related ships. NOTE: These are just my preferences for my gameplay! I don’t dislike or judge other people’s ships in their games! In fact, I think a lot of them are neat. x3

01. Vidcund x Cassandra <3

02. Vidcund or Cassandra x anyone else. I don’t know. I don’t see anyone else being a good match for either of them.

03. I’m going to keep this Q&A to The Sims franchise. My first ship was Chris x Melissa Roomies in TS1.

04. I ship Vidcund x Cassandra because they’re both shy nerds who have a lot in common, and I picture them both having a love for plants. I don’t think any other girl would see past Vidcund’s demeanor. As for the usual pairing of Cassandra x Don or Darren... Don is a himbo, and I don’t think Cassandra would be into a guy like that. (In my headcanon, she’s only with him to find more information about her mother’s disappearance.) As for Darren, I think his last name says it all: Dreamer. He’s out of touch with reality and would never actually pursue Cassandra. Even if he did and they became more than friends, I don’t think she’d ever live up to his fantasies.

05. I could never figure out who would be a good match for Vidcund until I started sharing headcanons with @nanominyo, and they shared theirs about Viddie and Cassie, and I couldn’t believe I’d never thought of it before! They’re perfect together! ^^

06. For a (very) short while, I had paired Dominic Newlow with Circe to try and make what happened between them in the PSP storyline less heartbreaking, trying to make what happened consensual, but you can’t erase what actually happened, which the sims community reminded me of. :( Poor Circe... Please keep him away from her...

07. I don’t think I ship a couple that most people don’t like (minus the mistake I mentioned above). I think, at worst, my ships are considered lukewarm. If I happen to have one you don’t like, you can comment it. I’m fine with that. XD It could be interesting!

08. Hmm. A ship most people like that I hate? Honestly, I don’t hate any ships (minus, you guessed it: the one I came up with between Dominic x Circe), but there are a few I wouldn’t do, like Pascal and Nervous. I do think it’s a cute pairing, but I also think Pascal is more of a parent figure in Nervous’ life rather than a romantic one. He has a maternal instinct, as we can tell from how he fathers Tycho. Also, I’m not entirely sure he’s over his crush on Circe?

09. Besides Vidcund x Cassandra? XD Buzz x Bella. It’s not a lasting relationship, but it’s one I think makes sense since Bella doesn’t actually like Strangetown. She thinks it’s, well, strange, and Buzz is the most “normal” person she’s met there.

10. Mortimer x Bella. I know they gave off Gomez and Morticia vibes in TS1, but Mortimer remarried very quickly after her disappearance in TS2, and Bella confirmed in the PSP game that she’d only married him for his money.

11. Are we still talking about my favorite ship, or...? I’m going to assume another pairing because I’ve already talked about my favorite one too much. XD Let’s talk about Tank x Johnny, because they’re another ship of mine. OTP, all the way!

12. JRO is popular, and I can see why. They’re all misfits one way or another, and seem very explorative like most sims their age are. It is kind of funny how majority of simmers give them this alternative style because I picture them more awkward than anything. XD I’m unsure whether or not I ship them as a poly relationship. I do see both Johnny and Ripp liking Ophelia, but not necessarily dating her at the same time. Maybe I’ll come around to it...

13. Kristen x Erin. I think they make a cute pairing, but I’ve only seen a couple other simmers ship them. Maybe they come off as straight? I mostly see them end up with male sims, but Kristen x Erin have great compatibility. (Taurus x Aries.) I also think the differences they have, like Kristen being ambitious and Erin being more carefree, maintains balance. Kristen learns to loosen up and accept her true self (like stop straightening her curly hair and start dressing more masculine), and Erin tries to take things more seriously (like pursuing an actual career).

14. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. I’m rating any couple? Because if I am, I’m rating Johnny x Ophelia a 6/10, maybe? They enjoy their teen years together, but as they get older they realize that they’re better off as friends. They have different priorities, as well as viewpoints on life. Ophelia is nervous and paranoid, and Johnny wants someone he can go on adventures with.

15. The way Tank and Johnny tease and fight one another until they admit their real feelings. Even after they do, Johnny keeps up the teasing. He loves the way he makes Tank blush. x3

16. My favorite canon moment of Annie Howell x Nervous is when she brings him back from the dead. He dies in the PSP game, but I don’t want him dead (and neither does Annie), so Annie pleas with Death who, obviously, is willing to make an exception for his son... although he resurrects Nervous as a Zombie. Even so, I think it’s sweet that she brings him back to get married and have a kid and try to live a (somewhat) normal life.

17. AU? As in Alternative Universe? I don’t have one of those. XD

18. I don’t know why, but I have to rant about Dina x Michael. Well, rant more about how they’re typically seen. It’s true that Dina cheated on Michael by kissing Don, but I don’t think the kiss was mutual. (Don isn’t afraid to “take charge” of a situation.) Looking at her memories, her love for Michael is deeper than most think — or that’s my opinion, anyway. After Michael died, Dina gave up on love and decided money would fill the hole in her heart.

19. If you go through my Tumblr, you’ll find plenty of memes that remind me of a lot of different pairings. XD

20. “Today” by Jefferson Airplane is one of the songs I can hear Vidcund play when he sits alone in the dark, thinking about Circe. I don’t pair them together, but for a long while Vidcund thought they’d make the perfect pair.

21. Everyday is a date for Circe and Loki, like conducting experiments on Nervous and eventually Gimi Branko at home, and making evil plans over dinner at a fancy restaurant.

22. I don’t think any of my non-canon pairings would ever become canon. I think the one that’d have the best chance is Johnny x Tank because GAY <3

23. No, I haven’t written fan fiction or drawn my ships. I keep my fiction in game, and I’d love to draw something, but I suck at drawing. XD

24. That’s all for now.

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cordytriestowrite · 4 years

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At His Side

Loki x Reader

One Shot

Asgard isn't a place, it's a people. And it's a people who had been through so much in such an insignificant amount of time. Two members of the royal family are dead and another has abandoned his duties, but at least there was one person still here for Asgard.

Just not the person everyone thinks.

"The statue of Prince Loki is almost completed, My King."

You trailed slightly behind King Odin, the night young and the palace buzzing with life. Things were different now, not normal but not as chaotic as they had been. There were no invasions, no property damage, and no family drama bringing about the former two issues.

And Odin, who for your whole life had been this indomitable force against his enemies, had worn armor in any public setting, had probably never smiled, is all of a sudden a loose robe wearing, play directing, joke making leader.

And it was all because of Loki. Not Thor, who had abandoned his people for the lesser kingdom of Midgard. It was Loki who sacrificed himself to save his brother, who opened Odin's eye to just how much Loki deserved his love and respect and, one day, the throne.

"Good, good." Odin called out to you in response, snatching a goblet from a tray held aloft by one of the many maidens that now occupied the palace as much as the furniture.

"Loki, my son. So dearly missed. I only hope this statue brings about peace to the people. A reminder of his heroism and humble sacrifice."

Odin's words echoed throughout the hall for everyone to hear and hear they did. You noticed how people hung on the king's every word, how they smiled at the sight of him, laughed when he laughed. It was your job to notice, to watch. It was a new job, an unexpected one, but a lot of things were unexpected as of late.

The only light now came from the sconces casting a warm glow over you and King Odin as you entered the royal family's private wing. Out of sight Odin slowed down a beat until you were walking side by side.

"Be sure they get my jaw right. Those sketches really did not do me justice."

You felt fingers entwine with yours causing you to glance over in time to catch one last glimpse of the Odin disguise before you were staring into the eyes of Loki.

"Oh, did it not look humble enough for you, dear?"

Loki tugged on your hand in response to your jest, causing you to knock into his side. He was quick to untangle your fingers and wrap his arm around you, pressing a smiling kiss to your temple as you continued walking.

"I'm as humble as you are funny, love."

The doors to Odin's bed chambers opened without so much as a blink from Loki and closed after the two of you had stepped through. You turned fully into him, wrapping your arms around each other earnestly. Loki's nose nuzzled against your hair as he inhaled deeply.

"I miss you."

It was an odd thing to say, you spent more time with Loki than ever since he donned the Odin illusion and made you his right hand, but you didn't see him; his beautiful face and quick wit, that smile that made your heart flutter up into your throat every single time he graced you with one. You hadn't been able to see Loki as you knew him since before you thought you had truly lost him.

"I miss you too."

His lips against the crown of your head were firm, but as they made their way down to your lips they became soft and gentle.

This was the time just for you. The time before bed when you could smile and touch and talk and kiss and not worry about putting on a show for anyone. This was the time Loki could be alive and you could be together, it was the time you looked forward to from the moment you woke up every morning.

Unhooking the clasp on Loki's tunic you allowed it to fall open on its own, displaying pale skin marred with small scars you'd only see if you looked hard enough. You didn't look, but you felt them under your fingers as your hands traveled up to his shoulders and down his arms, his tunic falling to the ground, the pile of clothes growing as you devested him of his trousers and you of your dress.

A shaded candle near the bedside was the only light offered to you once snuggled beneath the blankets. It was enough to see that refined jaw of his, the smile that gave you a flutter in your throat, and more often than not that small tension of worry between his brows that came from something you could never rid him of.

"You're a great king, Loki."

He glanced up from where his gaze had settled while those thoughts of doubt creeped in, eyes trained to his fingers tracing nonsense patterns across your bare shoulder.

"Odin, is the great king. Loki is dead. The sun will never shine on him again."

You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb rub against the dampening skin. You knew you couldn't say or do anything to prove Loki wrong. You couldn't take away the cards life had dealt him and reshuffle the deck. You had no power, no influence. You had nothing but your love and you would give Loki every last bit if it.

Loki kissed your palm, moving his head out of your hand and turning onto his back. You moved with him in a graceful dance as partners you had performed a hundred times until your head was tucked under his chin, hand above his beating heart and one leg bent over his slender hips. Loki let out a final heavy breath and you could practically feel the tension leave his face as sleep overcame him.

You spent the new few minutes awake, enjoying the thumping of Loki's heart under your hand and his soft breath rustling your hair. You closed your eyes and steadied your breathing, thoughts forever unspoken echoing in your head one last time.

I wish things were different for him.

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localspiderboy · 4 years

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Loki Crushing On You, A Demigod

Headcanons

Requested? : Yes

Pairing: Loki x Demigod!Gender Neutral Reader

Warning : none

A/n: Sorry this took so long, school sucks. I'm also doing all my requests out of order. Sorry about that I just felt like writing this right now. My other requests will be up soon.

Status : Edited

Part 2

//look at the adorable smile. Okay let's begin!

Crushing? On you? Ha! Loki is a mighty god he does not have a "crush" on anyone.

Especially someone who even has any short of midgardian in their DNA.

But you really do take after your father Apollo, the god of light amongst other things.

The first time he saw you it was it was on a trip to Earth Thor forced him to go on.

You help the Avengers out from time to time so your first meeting was at the tower, where you greeted Thor with a smile and asked if who he brought was infamous brother.

Loki wont admit it but he was at a bit of a loss for words when he first saw you. You absolutely radiated this light and kind energy.

And you definitely inherited your father's good looks.

He could tell that you weren't just any human.

In an attempt to make it look like he wasn't completely in awe over you, he scowled and scoffed when you tried to shake his hand.

So much for first impressions...

You didn't talk to him much after that, you just went back to the business you had to attend too with the Avengers.

The second time you and Loki had gotten a chance to talk, it was in the library of Avengers Tower that you requested Tony put in for you.

You were sitting on the sill of one of the windows enjoying a book.

Something about seeing you so peaceful just made him want to speak to you.

Maybe it was the way the light bounced off your skin that just made you look like a work of art.

Or how your eyebrows slightly furrowed as you squinted to keep the sun out of your eyes.

He stood there just looking at you for what felt like a good five minutes before speaking up.

"I do not know of midgaurdian literature, do you recommend anything?"

The sudden sound of his voice made you jump and quickly turn your head twords him.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Um well I don't know what types of books you like reading but I would recommend..."

"Very well, do you mind showing me to it?"

You nodded lead him to where the book was.

The way over was quiet and a little awkward, so he decided to try and talk to you.

"Pardon me asking but, you're not entirely human are you?"

"I guess if anyone would be able to tell it'd be you right? You're right, I'm a demigod, my father is Apollo."

"How is it, being the child of a god while living on this human plane?"

"Well I grew up here so it's not that bad for me, plus my father left shortly after my mother became pregnant so I don”t really connect with that part of my heritage much. Don't get me wrong, he is kind when he wants to be but he only comes around when I'm needed."

Loki listened intently as you spoke about your father and you apologized for getting too far into it.

"It's alright, I also know a bit about not feeling connected to your heritage."

So much for reading you two got carried away with talking about your family, high expectations, not so great fathers, wonderful mothers.

Normally this wasn't something you talked about with people, but for some reason you felt comfortable talking to Loki, and he with you.

You both hadn't realized how long you've been talking until Thor came in looking for Loki.

"Brother, I have been looking for you! There are some places I would like to take you!."

He sighed and turned back to you, slightly disappointed that the two of you could know longer talk. "It was nice speaking to you [name]"

You sent him a soft smile, "You too Loki."

After your first real talk together, Loki found himself looking for you more often and always wanting to start a conversation.

He rationalized it as you being the only component one in this place.

Poor baby can't realize his feelings.

He'd always subconsciously talk himself up during your conversations in an attempt to impress you.

And he'd disguise his compliments to you by insulting the other avengers.

You both read in the library together often, sometimes it was just silence, other times you both talked all day.

If he had a problem he'd go to you first.

You were always his answer.

What really made him really realize his feelings for you was seeing you first thing in the morning, hair messy as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

And he just knew he wanted to see you like that everyday, to wake up next to you.

He wanted to see every side of you and know everything about you.

He wanted to be the first person you thought about.

And he wanted to be able to hold and kiss you.

Boy was he smitten.

//Ah I had to end this abruptly but I will make a part 2 if you want it. I hope you liked it.

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simsadventures · 4 years

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Paint Me Pretty

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have an idea on how to spice up your sex-life with Bucky. Will he be down for one of your crazy ideas? Especially when it involves paint and naked bodies?

Warnings: fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY), body paint(?)

Word Count: 1740

A/N: This idea was brought to you by a challenge thrown upon me by the loveliest Satan @official-and-unstable-satan. The first GIF for this challenge was Deadpool holding a bunch of paints, looking like Deadpool, and the second one was Loki saying “I’ll have that drink now”. I had to incorporate these two things and create a story and voila, here it is. Hope you guys will enjoy it :) xx

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Being the girlfriend of James Buchanan Barnes had its perks. Not only were you accepted between the Avengers and you even felt like a part of the team, you also dated one of the hottest, if not the hottest man in America right now. There were very few things not to totally adore about him.

He was smart, funny, beautiful, attentive, protective, and so much more that your heart was ready to burst whenever you were with him. Of course, there were things that needed improvement, but who didn’t have those, right?

When you met Bucky two years ago, he was very closed-off, he barely ever spoke outside of the comfort of his or your apartment, and to get him to kiss you took you a good 5 dates. Not that you complained. You hated when men tried to jump your bones on the very first date, and at least that way with Bucky, you could get to know his soul before you learned about his body.

And there was so much to learn! Because of Bucky’s past, he himself was pretty unaware of what he liked and disliked, what was something that he wanted to try or what was a no-no for him. You got to learn all these things alongside him, and you were eternally grateful for that. You still lively remembered the first time you called him “daddy” between sheets and the way his cheeks suddenly turned bright red, although his eyes grew three shades darker.

You then discussed it with him, asking him if he liked it, and although it took a lot of coaxing from you, he finally admitted that yes, indeed, he was a fan of this particular nickname, although he didn’t need you to call him daddy all the time.

With sergeant, that was a different story. It slipped past your lips after one of his mission when he got home to you still in his tactical gear. It felt natural, and the growl that left his chest just spurred you on in calling him that in the bedroom. He later said that he never felt such hunger in his life.

And ever since that, you tried to find other things that made his skin crawl with excitement and horniness. You knew he had some experience during the 40s, but you also knew that most of the experience was fairly vanilla, with a pinch of some bites and hickeys. Bucky even said that in those times these bites were generally frowned upon and he was seen as one of the naughtiest people in New York.

He then laughed knowing that a simple bite didn’t do it for you, and when he slowly found out all your kinks, he knew that his buddies back from the time wouldn’t even believe him if he told them about how you loved to be choked, denied orgasms, or how anal wasn’t a swearword in your bedroom.

He knew he had to expect new things from you because you loved to experiment, but what he didn’t expect was to come in in your shared bedroom to find you naked in the middle of the room with four bottles of paint in your arms standing on top of a canvas.

He perched an eyebrow and didn’t move from his position, just assessing the whole situation enfolding in front of him.

You patiently watched the circles in his mind turn, but because it took too long for your liking, you smiled at your boyfriend sweetly and beckoned him to come closer to you.

He did so cautiously, taking off his shoes and standing next to you on the canvas. His eyes took in your body, stopping at the arc of your breasts, licking his lips mindlessly. When his eyes met yours again, you could see he was already intrigued by whatever was happening in front of him.

“Would you like a drink before I explain what I had in mind for today?” You asked Bucky sweetly, wanting to make sure he was comfortable and maybe a little more pliable than usually. But he shook his head and kept staring at you intently. You scolded yourself for getting naked so early because you felt like he wouldn’t say no to you now. But you wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for both of you, and not only because it would involve raw fucking. But what could you do now, right?

“Alright, so I was thinking, and I came up with something I thought might be fun. It will be messy as hell, but I’ll clean up afterwards, gladly on my own, might I add. How about we make a painting with our bodies? While we’re fucking?” You said as quickly as possible and bit your lip, waiting for Bucky’s reaction.

You could hear the circles in his mind finally click, and the expression on his face changing from utterly confused to mildly intrigued.

“Why would we do that? I mean, can’t we just fuck as is?” He asked, putting his hand on your collarbone, drawing little circles there, knowing full well how much you loved when he did that.

“Ugh, Bucky! C’mon, don§t you think it will be hot to then frame a part of the picture, if it’s like, super pretty, and hang it somewhere in the house to show to everyone, but nobody will know we actually did it while fucking? I, for one, think it would be incredibly hot,” you countered and waited for his reaction.

Bucky obviously mused for a second or two, and when he finally decided, you could feel your heart beat a little harder. He would actually do it!

His clothes were sent flying across the room, and in no time, Bucky was standing in front of you completely naked.

“So, how do we do this?” He asked as he put some strands of hair behind your ear.

“It’s easy. I’ve already heated the colours as per the instructions. This is a paint specifically made to use for this body painting, so you don’t have to worry. And now all we have to do is to put some of the paint on the canvas, some on your bodies, and then we can fuck till we can’t no more. Sounds good?”

Bucky didn’t answer you. Instead, he kissed you passionately, revelling at the feeling of not yet being covered from head to toe in paint.

“What colours did you choose, doll? Something I’ll like?”

“Yup! I’m not stupid! I went for the classic: black, blue and white. I think it’ll look real pretty. Especially with our black sofa and all, you know? It will be super badass and hot!” You whispered into Bucky’s ear, and that was his moment.

He swiftly grabbed the colours and poured some on the canvas while squirting some on your chest and belly, doing the same to himself. You looked at each other, and although it would have been a funny scene under normal circumstances, there was nothing funny about it now.

Bucky grabbed you and pushed his chest against your, tangling his fingers in your hair and kissing you breathless.

In no time, you were sitting on Bucky, dry humping his thigh while rubbing his cock between your belly. The paint was all over both of you by now, different shades of blue could be found on Bucky’s shoulders and your thighs, while the rest was mixing in a beautiful fusion on both the canvas and you.

Bucky quickly grabbed your thighs and laid you down on the canvas, making his way between your legs, rubbing his achingly hard cock between your dripping folds. He took a quick glance on the sheet underneath you and then at you, and he could have sworn he fell in love with you even more than he already was.

You looked like a French model on canvas, all painted, moaning and dripping only for him, solely for your artist whom you allowed to touch you anyhow he liked.

Without a further warning, Bucky sheeted himself inside you until his pelvis was touching yours. Your back arched and your hands slapped the canvas in need to try and grab something to ground yourself from all the pleasure you were feeling.

Every movement was calculated and languid, the whole fucking session sensual but still somehow desperately hot. You could feel Bucky’s breath against your shoulder, the hot air hitting your burning skin sending shivers down your spine.

“More, I need more baby,” you urged Bucky on, needing to feel him all over your body. And Bucky was more than happy to oblige.

He picked up the speed, making your toes curl while your left hand pinched your nipple with your right hand drawing on the canvas.

It took Bucky only a few more thrusts before he felt you coming around him, your walls drawing an orgasm from him as well. You both chanted each other’s name like a prayer, never wanting to let go. It was, without a doubt, the most intense feeling you’ve ever had. You were drunk on sex, love, and art, and you couldn’t get enough.

Bucky kissed your forehead before he carefully pulled out of you and looked for the prepared slippers by the canvas before he helped you get up as well.

When you were both on your knees (although you needed Bucky to hold you close, you didn’t trust your legs just yet), you both looked at your piece of art.

It was mesmerisingly beautiful. It was the perfect combination of colours, and it was the perfect proof of your love and desire. You both stared at it silently, enjoying the moment passing between you.

Bucky then squeezed your hip, making you look up at him, and he smiled at you, lovingly.

“Thank you for this, Y/N. I didn’t think we could create something so bewitching. But here it is, and we’re hanging it up as soon as it dries! But to get back to you, I’ll have that drink now, if I may,” he smirked at you, and you just shook your head, laughing.

“Sure, let’s just have a hot shower to get the paint off of us and then we can get drunk as fuck, and we can try to have a totally wasted sex afterwards. Sounds good?” You smirked at Bucky and walked towards the bathroom, Bucky quickly following. He couldn’t wait for round two.

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lokislittlecorner · 4 years

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Show me your heart/chapter 1

Original Request by @wegingerangelica : Hey! I love your Little Corner! Will you write for me? I would love to read much physical and emotional comfort. After a brutal battle, Loki finds a young woman who had been injured and abused by the enemy, he feels (oddly) compassion for her, so he takes her to safety and nurses her back to health. And don't worry, I don't speak good English and I'm from the US! ha! Thank You!!

NOTES: Heya everyone! so as I already mentioned this will be a series, my first one to be honest. I finally had the courage to write one since as said before English isn't my first language and I was scared to take on such a big project. I'm planning to have around 6 chapters maybe more. I´m not sure if smut will be involved, I don´t think it will but if I will write it then in an extra chapter, so everyone can enjoy the series :3 Hope you all like it, have a lovely day.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Injured reader, swear words.

( I will use fitting tags for every chapter)

Word count: 1600

(LOKI)

The mission was going smoothly, they had just taken out yet another hydra base in the middle of nowhere. Loki was to watch out for any hydra agents they had missed and were now on the run. The forest nearby seamed for a good hiding spot, so he decided to take a closer look at it. Quietly he crossed the tall trees the dead leaves on the ground made it hard for him to sneak around, suddenly he heard a soft whimper, quiet barely audible but he heard it. He followed the crying until he found the source of it was a... young woman? She was covered in blood and sweat, obviously, she came straight out of the hydra base they had just taken down. “Identify yourself mortal“ his voice was cold. He didn´t know if she was another agent or a hostage that had fled in the chaos. She couldn't respond, her mouth opened but no words came out. His expression softened and he kneeled next to her. She looked so weak as if she could break at any moment. Slowly he reached out wiping a little blood off of her face.

“Please...“ her voice was quiet and hoarse from all the crying. Little cuts and bruises some smaller others bigger covered her body, those couldn´t come from just this battle some looked like they were a few days old some were even healed completely. She must´ve escaped their torture while the fight was raging on.

He brushed a hand through his raven locks thinking, he couldn't leave her here, it was a strange feeling normally he didn't care about humans, at least not that much as to safe one but she was just different. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he lifted her up into his arms, carefully to not hurt her even more. A groan was heard from her as she began to tremble in his arms “ Don´t be scared, I won't hurt you.“

He quickly made his way back to the jet passing the trees and bushes once again. The others were already waiting for him, looking quite surprised as they saw him with a half-dead woman in his arms and how she was shaking in fear. “Who is she?“ Rogers was the first one to speak curious about what Loki did this time. “I don´t know, I found her in the woods near the base.''Loki took a closer look at her figure, trembling in his arms, still letting out quiet whimpers and a painful expression on her face.

“Since when do you rescue people? Normally we have to clean after you, searching for the people you left behind“ Natasha spoke up visibly suspicious of him. He only rolled his eyes as an answer, not wanting to explain himself right now. He didn't even quite understand it himself, why he picked her up. Why didn't he just let her die there? No one would´ve noticed, surrounded by trees and animals of the wild, she would´ve never been found. slowly fading away all alone. “Let's just head back. I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to or do you like my company that much?“ A grin appeared on his face as he entered the jet, no one spoke up, only mumbling and cursing was heard. They definitely didn't want to spend any more time than needed with him since their trust in him was still very small to none.

After New York, when things settled down a bit Thor made a deal with the Avengers. Loki was to stay on earth and be an actual part of them, at first he was kept locked away in his cell months passed until he was let out and allowed to move freely, at least in the tower and another few months until he was taken on missions. He didn't want to return to Asgard, not yet at least. They still hated him for what he had caused back then, not understanding what really happened but he also didn't care to explain. Who would believe the god of lies after all? Trust was something that was not given to him easily, especially not on earth.

Once at the tower he carried her to the room that was given to him, placing her on the bed, carefully so he wouldn't cause any more damage to her already injured body. A groan left her lips as she shifted a bit. Humans were just so weak, sometimes he even wondered how they survived on a daily basis. He vanished into the bathroom that was attached to the room, returning with a wet cloth. He couldn't remove the clothes she was wearing right now just imagining her waking up in different clothing thinking he had seen her bare and naked that wouldn't make a good first impression but he could at least wash her clean from any remaining blood that was sticking to her skin. He sat at the edge of the bed softly wiping away the dried blood on her face. He could finally see her (Y/S/C) skin from under all the dirt, it was quite beautiful he had to admit, she in general was quite beautiful. Now that her face didn't have that tortured expression anymore he could see how innocent she actually looked how soft.

He continued to clean her from the blood and dirt until she looked quite normal again, well except from the still torn and bloodied clothes. She had taken a shot in the thigh and was stabbed right over her hip. she could call herself really lucky he found her or else she wouldvé just died right there. He inspected the wound on her thigh closely, the bullet didn't seem to be inside anymore, maybe she even took it out herself. He shook his head, placing a hand on the bloody wound. He couldn't do much now but he could at least ease the pain and make sure that it wouldn't open up again. He did the same to the stab wound on her side. Once he was satisfied with his work he placed the blanket over her shielding her from his cold room he was a frost giant after all he didn't mind the cold so why should he bother to heat up his room? She let out a content sigh, visibly thankful for the warmth of the covers.

Loki decided to let her sleep, her body definitely needed to rest and he wouldn't just sit there and watch her the whole time. He got up from the bed, grabbing the book from the nightstand that he had left there this morning. He looked back at her taking in her presence, before he let himself down on the couch, legs crossed one arm behind his head, beginning to read where he had left off. He didn't even notice how sleep claimed him taking him slowly away.

He was woken up by painful groans. It was already dark outside, the only light that filled the room was that of the moon shining through the curtains. It seemed like she had woken up but when he made his way over to the bed she was tossing and turning. She was in the middle of a nightmare so it seemed. He let out a sigh as he softly grabbed her shoulder shaking her awake.

(Y/N)

I felt how I was ripped out of my dream. A dream? Was I not in the base anymore? Pain shot through me as I remembered what had happened and panic filled my every cell. My eyes shot open the darkness wouldn't allow me to see much. The only thing that was visible, was the tall figure beside me basically towering over me. A gasp left my lips as I hastily tried to get away but once again pain shot through me, I could barely move. "Calm down, I won't hurt you." This voice was familiar but I couldn't quite place from where I could have known it. He definitely was no one from the base. I would've recognized him. "Who are you and where am I?" My voice was shakier than I had expected, one could clearly hear how scared I was. The man let out a sigh. It sounded rather annoyed. "I am Loki Odison, the god of mischief" I felt how I sucked the air in, holding my breath in shock. He must´ve noticed how scared I was since he took a step back holding his hands up. “I am not here to hurt you. I was the one who found you.” The memory of the events before I passed out came back to my mind and I remembered what had happened. I remembered how I tried to scream for help but just a quiet plea left me. I remembered how he took me in his arms and how everything went dark as I lost my consciousness.

He really didn't seem to want to harm me. He would've done so already if his intentions were bad but still, I couldn't trust him, not yet. "Then where am I?" So many questions were banging around in my head but he didn't mind answering them so it seemed. "You're in the tower of the Avengers. I brought you here after I found you back in the woods." I nodded slowly taking in every bit of information that I could get. I noticed how he shifted a bit as if he was nervous and one more question came to my mind. "Why did you safe me?"

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 4 years

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Would you believe me if I told you my story {16}

Chapter summary: Separate and combined what are your powers? How do they work? Everyone, despite their slight fear, are curious about your powers.

Pairing: Avengers x reader (will change over time)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 16/?

Word count; 1.954

Warnings; Swearing

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

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”Miss”, the unusual voice caught you off guard for a second. You looked over to Vision. He hadn't spoken much, but the British accent sounding autogenerated, you couldn't mistake. ”Could I ask you to continue, not perhaps your story, but what powers you got from this", he motioned to the yellow shining stone embedded in his forehead. "As well as the other stones?”

”I reckoned you noticed something”, you acknowledged to which he answered.

”I did”, you had already guessed he in fact had noticed something. The way he had looked at you when you retreated your powers from Maximoff, wasn't worried, but curious.

”Different from what one could imagine, to distinguish the powers is difficult. From what I know, the powers I got from the mind stone is only able to be wielded efficiently with one other”, you explained.

”Which one?” Banner asked, leaning forward, his arms resting on his legs instead of the sides of the armchair.

”I would've wanted it to be something else, but it's the aether”

”So what can you do with them, separated and combined?” It was nice hearing another voice which was calm in the conversation.

”Mind, as I said, isn’t so efficient on its own”, you began before turning to Maximoff. It was gentler this time, unlike when you first met. ”You experienced what it can do on its own. What happened?” She looked stunned for a second before she began recalling what happened.

”I tried finding your thoughts, but in less than a second it felt like I looked at a sheet of paper”, she began and you nodded, confirming what she said.

”That’s one thing. I'm aware when unnatural things meddle with my mind. even though it rarely happens. There's a discreet difference, enough to be noticed”

”But I got a memory”, shit, you bit the inner-side of your cheek when she said that, not really thinking it would be brought up. You watched her, noticing she looked uncertain with her own words after what you just told her. ”I’m able to do that normally, but if you say you can withstand it, what was it then?”

”I guess telepathy?” She nodded to your question. ”I don’t know every power you possess from that category, but I only hold one thing from it. It would resemble mental manipulation”

”Mental manipulation?” She seemed to perk up at the word, as she straightened her back and leaned minimally forward.

”Yes, that’s how you got the memory. By playing with your mind it creates an illusion”

”Stop for a second”, Barton's voice earned everyone's attention. ”I know you two witches find this interesting, but to me, this starts to sound like gibberish. I just want to know, since this all is connected to the mind stone, can you read minds? Control them? Or whatever else that can affect us?” He asked with a bit of urgency and you chuckled.

”Although I wish I could, no I can’t read minds, I can’t communicate in other forms than with words and I can defiantly not control your mind”, he seemed to ease a bit when you explained it to him and if you didn’t mistake, the most hearing the last one.

”Good then”

”If that’s settled”, the witch said giving a pointed glance to Barton, who only shrugged his shoulders, while mumbling something to her. ”I want to know why your illusions ain't like usual ones. Yours can inflict emotion. However, they don't leave you in a haze, instead as clear as before. None which natural”, her statement almost sounded as she just said her thoughts aloud, which she probably did.

”Wait how do you know anyone left clearheaded?” The Captain asked her and you knew the same smile she had was mirrored on your lips.

”Because everyone in here was under an illusion”, his eyebrows raised, when looking at you.

”It’s true. The fight”, you saw the realisation before you turned to the one which made him aware of it. ”The only thing which made you able to experience the memory to its extant is thanks to the other stone I talked about. I didn’t forget your question Doc”, you glanced at him, notifying him that his question separate and combined wasn’t forgotten. Before you continued you took a deep breath, here I go.

”The aether, also known as the reality stone, works with other stones better than itself. With its ability to bend reality together with the mind stone, it creates illusions so real that you think they're real"

”So what can it do on its own?” Romanoff asked. Her hand tapping the side of the armrest, one of her legs were crossed over the other.

”Also, as you saw earlier, it's able to create illusions outside the mind”, you recalled to them how you’d showed them the stones. You didn’t continue tough, on what else it could do, instead you told them about the remaining ones. The time stone, symbolised by its green colour. That you, within a certain extent, could control time. Slow it down, speed it up and with the ability to do this in different zones. The blue stone, the space stone, the tesseract. The stone you got the probably least amount of direct powers from, only including teleportation.

”Lady Y/N”, it was easy knowing who spoke, not only by his deep baritone but also his use of a title. Instead of just turning your head, you turned your body, showing he had your full attention. ”There is one thing I not have been able to stop wondering about”, Thor continued before pausing. As he did you saw that his hand, which was at his side, twitch a bit and you got an idea of what it was on about.

”Is it perhaps about your hammer?” The expression answered the question you asked, but it seemed he had more to say.

”Yes it is. How are you able to control it, only…”

”I am not worthy of it Thor, don think that”, you cut him off as you knew what he was going to say. Something passed his face, quicker than what you could determine it to be so you continued. ”The only way I was able to pull that little trick of was because of the last stone”

”The power stone”

”Raw power”, you confirmed what Thor said. ”The last stone is power and nothing else. It’s supposedly the only thing which keeps me alive”

”How come?” You glanced at Loki.

”The power stone gives its wielder powers larger than life, although the wielder must on its own be powerful enough to… survive”, you began, thinking trough how you would continue. ”It would give you powers similar to the soldier serum, if you could wield it to its full potential, along with other powers. But because I’m only a human, not a god or anything alike, I shouldn’t be able to have gotten the power in the first case”

”But with the power of the aether and the tesseract, it deemed you good enough for it”, Romanoff’s said. It wasn’t a question from her part, but a statement.

”Together with the soul stone, yes. Somehow it deemed those powers higher then what my body could take at that time”

”Didn’t the power come after the reality stone?” Banner questioned, switching the course of the conversation. You only answered it with an easy yes. ”And the power stone is a source of raw power. Wouldn’t that then give even more power to everything that already existed?” His question was a relevant one. One you thought over many times yourself.

”In theory, it probably should, although it isn’t the case”, he raised his eyebrows in surprise or confusion, to your answer. ”The full power of it probably would’ve, but as I only got fragments of all the stones strength, its dulled. I think it sustains the amount of energy the stones themselves need”

”So it's like a battery that has a certain amount of capacity and lends to sources in need, enough for them to function, which entails the stones and you”,

”You said it”, and that was the end of it, you hadn’t anything more to say, for now. Because you didn’t continue any sort of conversation the silence was more than noticeable. No one said a word and did neither look like they wanted to initiate something more. You crossed your arms over your chest, although it was more a move of hugging your sides. You didn't know if it was for comfort or not, because you still held your head high, but you really felt like slouching in on yourself. It was draining, however, not the same way that your powers were. You had told them things that you never even said aloud before, things not even Nick knew. You had told the people, that in the same moment was those you despised most yet also was intrigued by, exactly what your powers where. Doings so, you had also told them your weaknesses.

You stood still, not squirming in your place thanks to the silence as many would. You were used to it, the silence.

”Does anyone have a question?” Pepper’s voice drew everyone's attention to her. It was still calm, although sounded stronger but not by volume. She eyed the avengers sitting around her and when nobody said anything she stopped to look at you. ”Then I have one”, she began while clasping her hands in front of her. The stress you had before about if she recognised you came toppling over you once again. ”When was the last time you ate?” Surprise washed over you and almost made you dumbfounded. Where did that question come from? You thought she joked for a second, but as she kept looking at you and you understood that she truly waited for an answer.

”I… before I came here” you realised your answer almost sounded like a question back. She pursed her lip before continuing, not directed to you this time.

”For how long has she been here?” The team looked puzzled because of Peppers continuously asked questions. You started pondering about how long you’ve been here for yourself. You knew at least one day, your sleepless night not the easiest to forget. One thing you didn’t know however was how long you’d been out for.

”About two and a half days,” The captain said. I’d been out for so long? You thought it perhaps could stretch to a few hours, but half a day?

”And has she eaten something in that time?” At this question they sheepishly looked at one another, some daring to meet her glare. ”I suppose she got a room to sleep in at least”, was what she said whilst standing up. She didn’t take a last glance at Stark, who’d sat in silence and only followed the conversation around him with glances. Instead, she rounded the table, the nearest way towards you. Her eyes met yours before they travelled up to the Captain.

”The room beside mine”, he mumbled and that earned him a sigh and curt nod from Pepper. She stopped before you, beckoning you to follow her with a tip of her head. She smiled when you didn’t take a step after her.

”I’ll get you fixed up. Food, perhaps some new clothes and whatever more you feel comfortable asking for”, she explained and even though you didn’t really feel comfortable enough in her presence you followed her. ”Superheroes they can always be, but hostile? Knowing how to take care between the avenging and everything else?” She huffed out the words, presumably, she thought low enough for you to not catch.

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Quarantine: Beauty Guru (RhodeyxReader)

A/N: Hello lil bees... Welcome back to another fic... In today's fic I made something about Rhodey and yeah. I asked my friends about making 4 more (Clint, Scott, Loki and Rhodey) sooooo they said I should sooo I shall hehe. Also the James Rhodes in this story is the one played by Don Cheadle. This will be linked to the Masterlist that just made. Enjoy reading...

Pairing: James "Rhodey" Rhodes (War Machine) x Reader

Warnings: none. Or so the legend goes...

Normal POV

"... Download Best Fiends on Apple Appstore or on Google Play..." said the video sponsored by that game as it ended. It's quarantine and it's the most boring thing that graced the earth.

You've had enough of it. You were done with everything. Thrilling, therapeutic and mental activities didn't make the cut. Even watching the scariest and cringiest things didn't work.

Heck, you even tried to make the trending Dalgona coffee that everyone on the internet was making. One thing you didn't do and DIDN'T WANT TO EVER DO is to make a TikTok video (thank god).

You slumped on the couch watching another makeup tutorial as you ran out of ideas on what to watch. Watching blankly on the screen of your phone, you saw a figure move in the side of your eye.

You turned your head to see Rhodey, but you addressed him as Mr. Rhodes. If Peter had Tony, Rhodey was yours. He's a father figure away from home. He was the one who recruited you for the Avengers.

You focused back into the video, still the intro running sponsored by a makeup brand and the beauty guru dishing on how good they are (as so the legend goes) when you felt Rhodey approach you, "Cadet."

"Oh, Mr. Rhodes... Didn't know you were passing by..." you grinned brightly as he grinned back. He looked at the screen on your phone and raised a brow.

"I doubt they teach makeup at Military School..." he said, you chuckled at his choice of words. True, you came from Military School, but a bad organization captured you and trained you to be a part of an army of no mercy.

Rhodey found you at one of his missions and saw the good in your eyes. So he brought you back to the compound and asked Tony if you could be a recruit.

"I'm way beyond that now, Mr. Rhodes..." you smiled as you shut off your phone and placed it on the coffee table. He knows you changed since then and it's been 6 months ever since. You were still wrapping your head around everything, especially during the pandemic, "If you never found me I wouldn't learn how to live again."

He smiled gently and sat down beside you, "Let's continue watching that then. I want to see how the ladies cake it and fake it..." earning a laugh from you. He's not wrong with what he said anyway.

So you continued watching the video with you. His face can't be painted as he saw how much drops of foundation were on the girl's face and how many orange and brown lines were drawn. When the tutorial was finished, he was kind of disappointed but shocked at the same time.

"She literally looks like a different person..." he says pertaining to the video. You nodded in agreement considering the methods she used. He was blabbering on how thick the makeup was until and idea sparked in his head.

"How about I 'cake your face?'" He asked raising an eyebrow. You shook your head because you couldn't even trust yourself with your own face, how much more when it comes to Rhodey?

"Well... It's quarantine after all..." you said sheepishly, not knowing what's gonna happen next.

💄

You went to your bedroom as you busted out your makeup kit. You knew a few things but you always opted for the 'natural look.' It was small, but to Rhodey it was something else.

"Everybody in this compound can use all of this!" He exclaimed softly as his fingers rummaged through the black makeup bag full of things from primers to lipsticks.

"That's where you're wrong, Mr. Rhodes..." you laughed as he took out and read the ingredients his eyes squinting at the small writings on a bottle of foundation.

He shrugs, rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. He followed everything the video instructed to do. He put drops of foundation all over your face, one drop on each cheek, forehead and your chin and followed through with your serum and glided it all over your face.

He took the 'pink egg' and blended it all out getting grossed out on how thick it is and how it's messing up the sponge he's using. He added dark and light lines all over your face.

The both of you sat there for two hours, laughing at yourself at the progression of Rhodey's work. He was in focus but clearly having fun with your face being the canvas, despite being clueless about what he's doing.

After that, he laughed at his work, on full display on your face. You frowned at him, "What have you done to me?" You whined.

"I made you look beautiful..." he smiled looking at your reflections in the mirror. His work put the beauty guru's work to shame. Well, on how harsh the purple eyeshadow was and how the eyeliner reached your temples.

"Yeah... I. Look. Stunning." You said imitating how Juno Birch says 'stunning.'

You and Rhodey went downstairs, your face being covered by one of your big pink fan that said "Beast" covering your face. All eyes were on you and Rhodey.

"Hey Y/N, Rhodes... What're you up to and why is Y/N covering her face?" Steve asks as everyone stared at you.

"Well..." Rhodey began as he moved down your hand, revealing your caked up face.

Everybody was shocked and they were laughing as you nudged Rhodey with your fist as you felt embarassment washing over you. But you chose to embrace the moment because (vine reference) Pshh... Yolo...

"I think I look amazing... Thanks to Mr. Rhodes I never looked at myself the same way again, thank you very much..." you said nonchalantly, confident with the makeup on your face.

Rhodey smiled at you and rubbed your shoulder, "Well said, Cadet."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. Stay safe my dudes~

-Alri

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nomadmilk · 5 years

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Why the God Isn’t Bored on Midgard - Loki x F!Reader Drabble - 5

Summary: With Ragnarok decimating Asgard, Thor and Loki and their people return to Earth searching for refuge. Everyone else has seemed to settle, except for Loki - the God of Mischief and Chaos - who isn’t willing to live the domesticated Midgard life, and getting utterly bored out of his mind... Until he discovered you.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Rated M/18+. Sexual tension, maybe? But there IS sexual content. Loki being a little dominating...

Author’s Note: I hope this one is okay ^-^ I’ve been working ridiculous shifts since the beginning of September, and I’m super tired (I’m sorry!) but I wanted to get this part done... I should get a better detailed summary now that it’s turning into some kind of series, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it... ERM, enjoy! Hope you like it ^-^

Here are the other parts to the series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 (First Half) Part 8.5 (Second Half) Part 9

Lying in bed, you hold the remote in your hand, blinking slowly. Your breathing was content, concentrated, and slow. You could hear the rumble from the sheets, and you felt conscious if anyone heard them too. Loki was merely on the other side of the door but, by the sound of his footsteps fading away, he hadn’t heard a thing.

You had been testing out the sex toys your new job had given you and had easily found a favorite you couldn’t stop using. The vibrations felt stunning, it tended to the right spot, and the orgasms were incredible every time. It was definitely the product you were going to up sell when working at the store.

Unbeknownst to you, the God of Chaos knew exactly what you were doing. It took him a while to figure it out why you had been spending an awful amount of time in your room recently. But after a while, and when you began to be careless of his presence again, the sound of your gasps caught in his ears and he fit the pieces together.

But he was agitated. A little unfocused over things, knowing what you were doing. He’d go to work, teach his lecture, be slightly irritated by the stupidity of some of his students, then leave to his office on campus. His head would be down onto some papers, and he’d take his break with reading something for leisure, but the thought of you would cross his mind.

“Brother?” Thor let himself into his office.

“How-“ Loki shook his head. “What do you want?”

“I have something to tell you that I thought would be of interest-”

“Can’t you tell I’m busy?”

“You’re not.” Thor points to the book in his hand, curious. “That’s a book you’ve been reading since the last time I saw you… Shouldn’t you be finished with that by now? You’re the fastest reader I know.”

“Probably the only medal I’d ever win between the two of us.”

“That’s odd.” Thor sits in front of him. “Don’t think I’d ever hear that statement.”

“What do you mean?”

Thor folds his arms. “You honestly saying something humble, yet in pity. What’s bothering you?”

There’s a pause; Loki was almost shocked at Thor’s interpretation of himself. Most of the time the limelight was on the God of Thunder but, after significant events, recently Loki had been acknowledged as his retrospective equal. But Thor has never been one to exactly pinpoint and regard Loki’s emotions.

Thor raised an eyebrow. “Have you even tried being nice to her?”

“Who?” Loki asks, almost abrasive.

“Maybe it would be a nice surprise if-“

“What did you want to tell me in the first place? Was it about Valkyrie?”

“Oh! Yes!” Thor clapped his hands together. “It was very funny, you see, there was this tree..”

As Loki continued to mildly listen to Thor’s story, he breathed a sigh of relief to himself about the topic change.

Although, maybe he should have chosen a topic he could have actually paid attention to, as his thoughts ran into you again.

The conversation in the home office, and the confrontation in your bedroom, had somewhat changed your attitude towards him. You were able to tolerate his presence more, and you were able to hold eye contact with him without turning beetroot red, which Loki couldn’t admit to himself that he missed… However, now that awkward silences were out of the way, Loki could really see your untamed side, and all its rough edges.

Your burst of confidence to fight back was refreshing, almost invigorating. When you pivot away from him, he loves the way you leave. Sometimes he can see a familiar bright twinkle in your smile…

Loki didn’t understand his reactions, in all honesty. He knew he felt different.

However, both of your lives continued outside the apartment walls and, whilst you were out on your new job, Loki had been burying himself in his work, prepping for an important lecture coming soon. The home office had extended to the living room for the day as Loki had summoned his old battle armor on a mannequin. The students needed to have some visual stimulus, and what other way to aid that than his own genuine piece of armor. Well, they didn’t need to know that the suit was real, but Loki figured it would do the job.

He even called Thor to see if he could borrow his, and hopefully this would be enough to get the students memorizing a few things on ancient history. And, after being skeptic about his brother’s request on the phone, Thor decided to visit his brother donning his battle suit.

“You idiot.” Loki massages his forehead. “I said to just take the armor with you, not wear it. You must have looked like a lunatic.”

Thor shrugs. “No, not really. The humans seemed to recognize me a lot faster.”

Loki rolls his eyes. “You don’t have a spare change of clothes either?”

“Why would I need that?”

The Prince let out an exasperated sigh.

Thor walked over to a cupboard, easily locating his personal box of PopTarts, and began munching on one. “Hmm… So, what is all this?”

As the mannequin of Loki’s armor stood in the middle of the room, the dining table was covered with open books and a few papers, some written by historians and some mythologists, splayed out across the surface and sitting on chairs. Thor saunters over to scan over the novels, picking one up and skim reading it; all the books were open to Midgard’s take on ancient Norse tales.

Thor raises an eyebrow to his brother. “Some of this is wrong.”

“I know.” Loki folds his arms.

Placing the book down, Thor points his PopTart at him. “But you’re feeling content, aren’t you? You seem very invested in this.“

“If you’re suspicious in me meddling with mortal minds again-“

“Oh, Loki,” Thor laughs, a beam on his lips, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you do anything troublesome, so something must be keeping you occupied. But I don’t think it’s this Midgard work at all.”

The God of Mischief glowers. “What do you want now?”

“To invite you.” Thor says, his mouth opening up to his fifth PopTart. “Stark has another party happening in his tower. He would like for you to come.”

Loki only needed a second of recollection Stark drunk. And he didn’t need another experience of that. “No.”

Thor wasn’t surprised by his answer. Although before he could speak and reason with his brother, the sound of the front door causes them to turn around.

You stumble a little as you see the two of them, and then frown at the state of papers and books everywhere. “Hello?”

Thor greets you first. “Are you in the mood for some festivities?”

“Uh.” You blink. “What kind of festivities?”

As Thor explains the details, Loki watches. He places his hands in his pockets, noticing your face and the way it scrunches in your usual confused expression. He’s not really listening to Thor’s persuasion, as it was quite endearing to watch your façade change into an ever-growing beam.

Soon enough, you departed the room with a hug from Thor, not batting an eye to Loki.

Thor grinned at Loki triumphantly; Loki glared at him from across the room.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Loki catches his brother halfway through the door.

Thor looks Loki up then down, stopping in the midst of shutting the front door. “Do you?”

With Thor disappearing, Loki closes his eyes for one last sigh.

As the first few minutes began to pass into the evening, Loki could see you panicking a little. The clock ticked by, you were popping in and out of the bathroom with a change of hairstyle every time. As the sun began to set, you had settled on your hair but was now trying on every dress that Loki had not seen you wear before; floral dresses, red dresses, black dresses that had trousers instead of skirts…

It was less than ten minutes till Thor’s arrival. Loki left his bedroom, pulling on a blazer and completing his ensemble; he thought it best to go with his black and white suit. The state of the living room reverted back to normal as he used his Siedr to clean all of the essays and anthologies back into his office. However, he had left his battle armour still in its place in the centre of the room.

He liked having it there.

You hadn’t said a word to each other since you got back home; Loki had thought it impossible to speak to you or make any remarks.

Which was odd because it wasn’t like him to not make any.

You step into the living room from the hallway in a dress that catches his eye; a velvet, deep green dress. It was simple yet stunning, and beautifully accentuated you. Your eyes seemed to flutter, and every step you took made him stare longer.

You fumble with some high-heel shoes that are in the living room, crouching down and checking them all and muttering disapproval to all of them. With your back towards him, you still don’t seem to address his existence, but he still couldn’t stop staring at you, especially when you bend over and your dress exquisitely carved-

“Can’t find anything in this..” He hears you mutter angrily.

At an observed inspection, he sees the zip of the dress on your spine not done up properly. “Y/N, your zip.”

You don’t even hesitate as you stop your mumbles and straighten, failing to feel the zip on your spine. “What?“

The sounding clips of his shoes stilled you as his body approached behind yours. He places his palm on your spine, steadying you, slightly fascinated about how his palms almost covered the smallness of your back. His hand brushes slightly, a cover only to feel the fabric against you and to feel the curves your body naturally forms.

The zip closes up to the top, and Loki could feel his sense of control loosen. He hears you say a minor thank you for his help but, as you turn his face was close to yours, it passes by him. Your perfume had an alluring scent, your eyes were dewy and sparkling, and Loki had never been so enticed with anyone’s lips until it fell on yours.

“You don’t seem like yourself.” You say, your voice slightly cracks. He finds it adorable.

“You don’t seem like yourself either.” He replies, a tenure lower than usual, he observes.

He sees you gulp. “Nerves. I guess.”

You look up at him with your cheeks rouge to a pink tone. You speak of nerves, but all Loki saw was pure beauty.

“You’re gonna’ wear that?” You question. “Don’t you usually wear some kind of waistcoat, or tie, with your suits?”

Loki almost laughed; how odd of you to mention. He didn’t even think you noticed the way he appeared that much.

He breathes. “Thought it would be good for a change.”

He steps forward, your back hits the wall and his lips meet yours.

Kissing you was like drinking the first fruits of Asgardian wine, and Loki was getting drunk and delirious with it. Tasting you was dangerously addictive, and the sighs you elicited made his primal urges clearer. Loki had doubts in his move. However, when he felt your arms pull him further into you, all of it had eradicated instantly.

He props you up against the wall, separating from your lips for a moment to get a grip of your thighs. His hands brush higher. He feels the rough yet smooth netting of your stockings, your legs opening to him, as he shoves the skirt of your dress up so that it doesn’t restrict him from getting his hips closer to yours. The sounds of your winces were sent to the growing erection in his trousers and-

“Loki…” -By the gods, he wanted to hear more of you.

Loki never predicted how good this would feel, how good you could feel against him. He grunts at the softness of your skin. Your lips were wet and supple, and he could feel your luscious moans escape between kisses. They were turning almost sore from the amount of biting and licking Loki had been doing. But he couldn’t help it.

With his body feeling warm and his mind explicit, he grips you tighter and tighter, possessive over your body and every sensation you could give him, your core radiating an amorous heat he couldn’t help but press himself against.

He needed you, to be buried inside you, to feel those tight walls ache and cum around his-

“Lady Y/N!” Thor knocks on the front door, calling out to you. “Are you ready?”

You both stop, eyes meeting in stunned silence, and chests rising and falling rapidly.

Although his breathing was rattled, Loki’s eyes were steel. “If you answer my brother… I will make you regret it.”

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lokis-lady-death · 5 years

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The King of Gods Pt 7

Tom Hiddleston/Loki x reader

Lady Death: This is a sequal to the Interview with a God series I completed a few months ago. This picks up months after the original story ends. If you haven’t read IWAG, HERE is a quicklink to Part 1 or you can find it on my Master List !

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

The King of Gods Part 7

The night life of the city was one of the main reasons you lived here. Neon lights lit the windows of night clubs and bars down the popping Main Street, beckoning to the hip crowd to come party there. Poison was just one of the many places tailored to the party goers, but it’s main distinctive factor? That it was considered low key, supposedly only known to people who were able to be fortunate enough to hear about it by word-of-mouth.

The truth? Everyone and their mother knew it existed.

The main entrance to the night club was originally a side entrance, left unmarked and unspectacular, normally only accessed by the staff. However, it became just the hole-in-the-wall millennials appreciated. The only marker of the entrance was the large set of metal doors with two large bouncers .

As the car pulled into the parking lot, you could already make out the mile long line of people waiting to get into Poison to see the newest rock sensation. “This was a bad idea,” you croaked, getting cold feet. “I should’ve stayed home.”

“Nonsense, you need out of your apartment and this band is gonna be awesome!”

“Who exactly are we here to see, anyway?”

“Mount-N-Do-Me.”

Your eyes narrowed, sure she was joking. “No way.”

Her shoulders shrugged while all she offered was, “You know these bands never keep their startup names. Eventually a manger will scoop them up and fix it, I’m sure they came up with it when they were twelve. Anyway, they’re not what tonight’s about!”

Carmen turned in her seat to look at you while she started, “We gotta find you someone to make you forget pendejo.” She shot you what was meant to be a reassuring wink but it did little to soothe your nerves.

After finally finding a suitable parking spot, Sue fussed with her hair in the mirror as Carmen dug around in her bag. “Here,” she ordered, reaching back to hand you four vials of lime green liquid. She passed another one to Sue and held onto another. “A toast to y/n!”

“Why do I have so many?”

“Because this is your salvation, y/n! We are here to liberate your soul!” Sue decreed with a fake accent that might have been meant to sound dignified but came out as a southern preacher. “This is to clear your mind of all bad you’ve felt since what’s-his-face broke your heart and left you all alone!”

“But mostly it’s to help loosen you up so you can rub your butt on strangers.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but comment, “You’re both ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Sue accepted, popping her vial’s top. “But I promise, this is going to be a night to remember.” She and Carmen held their drinks out, beaming as they waited for you to join.

You sighed, popping the top off one of the four vials. Lifting it up, you donned a weak smile. “Cheers.” The vials made a soft clank together before all three of you chugged it down. The drink was obnoxiously sour like an apple candy with only a slight sting of alcohol. After a week of binge drinking, it was tame aside from the sugar rush.

“Now, you gotta finish,” Carmen instructed with a stern expression. Sue nodded in agreement and you did as you were told. One after another, you choked down the green shots.

After you finished, Sue clapped her hands together. “Alright, now for the rules-”

“Rules?” you repeated.

“Rule One, don’t interrupt the rule maker.” Your eyes rolled, but you did it with a smile. “Rule Two, don’t speak of he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

“Um, is that a Harry Potter reference because his name is Tom like Tom Riddle?” you genuinely wondered.

Sue glared at you as Carmen pulled yet another vial from her purse and passed it to you.

“How many of these do you freakin’ have?” She shrugged so all you could do was throw your head back. Smacking your lips, there was a flutter from either the alcohol or the sugar deep in your stomach. “Anything else?”

“Yes, Rule Three, don’t go home alone.” She made her eyebrows jump as she did a little shimmy in her seat.

You scoffed, “I’m not hooking up with some random guy at a bar!”

“It doesn’t have to be a guy,” Carmen iterated with another wink. You let out a flustered laugh, your cheeks flushing without your consent.

“Carmen and Sue hopped out of the car as you took a deep breath. ‘This is normal,’ you thought, trying to convince yourself to add pep to your step. ‘This is how we move on.’ Sue opened your door and you slinked out.

“Alright, I have my press badge to get us in, so while I’m interviewing the band, you guys can start scoping out the specimens.” Looking out at the masses of people at the door, you pushed yourself to keep pace with the others until coming up to the set of bouncers checking people in.

“Hiya,” Sue charmed, holding out her badge . “I’m here from people’s magazine, ya’ll shoulda gotten a call?” One bouncer eyed the press pass then looked back at the three of you.

“It takes three women to interview a band?”

Sue let out a sharp huff while pressing her hands to her hips. “If you must know, Carmen is here to take pics of the boys on stage and y/n here is my trusty assistant.” You cut your eyes at her, certain you wouldn’t have come out if you knew she was going to pull such a scheme. But when Carmen pulled a camera from her bag, you couldn’t help but be a little impressed.

This was certainly not their first rodeo.

“Hey, wait, I recognize you,” the second bouncer started as he leaned closer to your face. “You dated that bad guy from that superhero movie. What’s his name? Tim something?”

“Tom Hiddleston,” you corrected, immediately stricken as the name left your lips.

Swallowing, you went to correct that you weren't seeing him when the same bouncer commented, “Who knows, she could up our presence on social media. Get a few good pics of her out on someone’s page, it’ll spread like wildfire.”

The first bouncer rolled his eyes, passing the press pass back to Sue. “You ladies can go on in then.”

Carmen and Sue smiled as they walked in, but you kept your eyes low, hoping they were wrong and no one else would recognize you. Dating a celebrity had its perks, but being seen as just some extension of someone was never your goal. Tom himself liked hiding from the limelight, enough so that you didn’t get harassed too often. Nearly every day, Dave would drive you to and from work, and if the two of you ever went out for a date, the facility would be called in advance to ensure the place was clear of any paparazzi. As a journalist for a magazine that focused on making famous people’s privacy public, you knew first hand the damage that could be to a normal person.

The entryway was so dark you wondered if a light had gone out. With just a thin set of twinkling string lights lining the walkway, you followed the girls until you reached another set of doors. Sue stepped forward and, after shooting one quick wild grin, she threw them open to release a booming sound of rock music. Drums keeping the rhythm, the bass speeding up as the main guitar sent electrical power waves through the air. Out in front of the stage, you could see a crowd jumping and hollering to the music, either singing along or just screaming. Red and White strobe lights lit the dance floor while most of the space was dark, only lit by more twinkling lights against the baseboards. Just opposite of the stage set a raised deck with the bar which was lit up in multi colored neon lights that lined the glass and mirrored liquor shelves behind it.

“This place is a little loud, don’t you think?” you yelled over the music to Sue.

“I know, ain’t it awesome!” she yelled back with a wild grin.

You looked over towards the bar and, as if reading your mind, Carmen looped arms with you. “Ready to party?”

You didn’t think you were, but a small flutter in your head from the shots gave you just enough liquid courage to say, “Let’s do this!”

*****

It was just as generic as any social media post a girl would make: all three women’s faces crammed close together making the signature kissy face, sultry face, silly face looks with the caption, “Out to forget you loser chollos ;D”

Elliot didn’t have a hard time figuring out which club the three of you were at, seeing the Press Pass clearly in two of the images. It also didn’t hurt that he had been to every bar and club in the tri-state area. Looking for a buzz, chasing a high, paying for a lay, but mostly trying to feel something, anything, other than this miserable melancholy. In the months following Hela’s death, Elliot had an immense void in his life that, despite his most valiant efforts, he couldn’t fill. Where once he felt thrill in diaviant behavior, now nothing gave him satisfaction. Alcohol, drugs, sex, nothing settled his emptiness. It was like everything in life had lost meaning, like his own senses were gone.

It wasn’t until his uncle Jared sought him out that he was able to get a grip on himself and slow down the self destruction.

Putting his car in park, he looked out at the line formed outside the entrance to Poison. Checking his reflection, he pocketed his keys and made his way to the door, ignoring the grunts from patrons still waiting to get inside.

“How are my boys tonight?” he spoke through a sly grin, “Looks like a lot of fine asses showed up for the show tonight.”

The first bouncer held out a fist to Elliot and they bumped knuckles. “How it goin, Stranger Danger, what’s got you out on the prowell? I thought you might be dead in a ditch somewhere after the last time I had to boot you outta here.”

A few women standing in the front of the line snickered as Elliot simply shrugged it off. “Ya know, I think I just had a little too much that night-”

“That's what they all say,” the second bouncer rebutted as he crossed his arms. “So what can I do for you tonight?”

“”Hoping to check out the new band, heard they’re the newest up and comers in the industry. Ya know, gotta stay on top of the newest, hottest people if I wanna get back into the celebrity gossip.” When they didn’t look convinced, he thew in, “Well I used to write for Rolling Stones, so I thought maybe if nothing else I could get something on these guys and try to get all of us some recognition. Cause that’s what this is about, right? Getting the band’s name out?”

The first bounce raised his brow while the second one shrugged. “Well, we did already let those magazine chicks in earlier…”

“Yeah, see, just trying to stay in the game,” Elliot tried to convince. “Come on, Drake, what’s the harm? Let me in?”

Letting out annoyed grunt, he stepped aside while the other opened the door. “Go on, but I’m only warning you once, Stringer. Don’t make me throw you out.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” he promised through a toothy grin.

*****

You and Carmen had barely made it to the bar before a short man offered to buy a round of shots. While you tripped over your words, Carmen gave the man a flirty giggle and accepted. Once he passed her the tray of tequila, she handed you one then took one for herself. “Salud!” she commanded in Spanish.

“Sa-lood?” you asked dumbly.

“Salud! Drink!”

You initially wanted to argue, knowing that letting a stranger hand you free drinks usually meant he wanted something in return. But you choked back your inhibitions and swallowed it down. Unlike the sweet apple drink from earlier, this burned. You smacked your lips as Carmen handed you another glass, again calling out, “Salud!” which you repeated back. After three more, you held up your hands in surrender. Carmen passed the tray back to the short man who looked at you both confused.

After you were out of ear shot, you said, “You know he was probably expecting us to at least talk to him.”

With a very serious expression, Carmen stopped walking to face you. “I don’t care if chollo buys me a house, if I don’t wanna talk to ‘im, I ain’t finna talk to ‘im. Besides, that pendejo still had his wedding band on.”

Her arm linked with yours again as she pulled you into the crowd. People were singing and dancing to the music, mostly jumping in place with hands up as they screamed the lyrics to the cover band’s songs. Carmen pulled you closer, loudly speaking into your ear, “Let loose, compa! It’s about letting go!” She pulled back, her red lips curling just before she went on ahead and burried herself in the sea of bodies.

Taking a deep breath, you plunged in after her.

*****

Elliot had been looking for a few minutes when he turned just in time to see you disappear into the crowd in front of the stage. Huffing while he straightened out his shirt, he walked out onto the dance floor. Shrugging his shoulders one last time, readying to dive through people, he made his way towards you.

*****

The alcohol was sitting on you just right, making you feel more and more relaxed by the second. You were standing beside Carmen in the middle of everyone, arms up and screaming as you got lost in the music. Bodies bumped against each other, hands pressed and pulled at each other, but you were so lost in the moment you didn’t mind. Sharing smiles with Carmen as you both screamed out, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of euphoria as the pain got pushed to the back of your mind. Closing your eyes, you breathed in this feeling.

It was right at that moment that you felt a set of hands land on your moving hips. You gasped, but didn’t pull away. People were so crammed you didn’t think anything of it until they started moving with your movement. Your heart sped up and for a split second you contemplated saying something.

But something stopped you.

The realization that you were, in fact, a single woman out dancing with friends, came into your mind, and rather than say or do anything, you divulged. You let the hands stay, felt them rock with you, whoever they belonged to behind you dancing at the same beat to keep up with the motion. A part of you wanted to divulge, back against him, dance like there was no tomorrow, maybe even drown in each other for the night. Just the suggestion was enough to send a shiver down your spine, though it was not out of pleasure.

The thought of dancing like this with him, knowing it wasn’t your Loki, sent a pin into your chest. Even worlds apart, knowing he was moving on with his life, you couldn’t move on with yours. At least not now. Not like this. Taking a deep, sobering sigh, you felt a wave of guilt, though you couldn’t place why.

Feeling you begin to slow your movements, the fingers curled against you, moving upwards to scrape across your exposed sides. That was too much. You pushed the hands back down to your hips, even more annoyed when your obvious objection was ignored by the hands moving back up and even taking a stronger grip on your waist.

“Lo0k, buddy, cool it with the touch-feeling, ‘kay?” you shot over your shoulder loud enough that they had no excuse not to hear.

To your disdain, the hands went right back to your sides. You turned with a jerk in time to lock eyes with the man , but rather than take him it, it was the one behind him that got your attention.

“Elliot?”

Your old coworker put a hand on the man’s shoulder, pulling him back from you as he leaned close to his face. ��I think the lady said she’s done dancing with you, buddy,” he threatened before cutting a lott your way, “Just better hope she doesn’t tell her boyfriend on you, unless you wanna get thrown out a window.”

The man took the cryptic message at face value and stomped out of the crowd, while everyone else was still dancing, ignoring the scene.

Your eyes were still locked on Elliot when Carmen came and threw her arms around his shoulders. “Elly!”

“Don’t call me that!” he spat. When she pulled back, her fist came crashing against his arm. “Ow, what was that for?”

“You don’t call, don’t answer texts, don’t answer your Facebook messages for two months, you get punched.” Carmen’s brow furrowed, adding, “I was worried, stupido, your landlord said you packed up and moved off.” When all he offered was a shrug, she punched him again.

“Shit, ow, okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you, I just had some… soul searching to do. But I’m back in town,” he answered, looking apologetic. “Think you can forgive me?”

She narrowed her eyes before planting a big, red stained kiss on his cheek. “I guess. So, what, you’re here to party with us? Y/n and cholo broke up, so we’re trying to cheer her up.”

“Broke up?” he echoed, looking down at you. “Oh, I hate to hear that.” His expression was hard to read, but his tone was less than sympathetic. “No, actually, but I am here to talk to y/n. It has to do with a mutual friend.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to think what he could possibly have to say, but Carmen already put a hand on your back to push you towards him. “Fine, but I expect nena to be returned to me in one piecec, amigo.”

He smiled at her before taking you by the arm to lead you away from everyone else. When there was no one left to move through, you snatched your arm from his grasp. Just as he went to speak, you slapped him, hard.

“You’ve got some nerve.”

“And you’ve got some muscle in that little body, damn that fucking hurt! ” he sulked, pressing a hand to his face to soothe the sting. “Shit, was that necessary?”

“You helped Hela! The entire time you were helping her! Even after she drugged me, you…” the words wouldn’t manifest, and you realized your eyes were watering up. Angry that you would cry simply out of pent up rage, you put but hands out and shoved him. “God, Elliot, you’re such a dick! And a liar! And just a fucking terrible person!”

“Yeah, you’re right. And I’m sorry.”

You were too stunned to speak, expecting him to provoke you further so you could unleash more, but his flaccid response was enough to dull the fire.

Subsiding your anger for confusion, you instead went on, “Well, I’jm glad we agree on something. Now, if you don’t mind,” you turned to leave but he caught your wrist.”

“No, serious, y/n. I am sorry for everything.”

The words struck you and left you momentarily silent. In a million years, you never expected to hear him actually apologize.

“And I need you to come with me.”

That was enough to snap you back, narrowing your eyes as you spat, “Yeah, no. I don’t trust shit from you, Elliot. Whatever you have to tell me, you can just go talk to a wall.”

“Even if I told you it’s about Loki.”

Your shoulders tensed while you swallowed, trying not to look as excited as you were just at hearing his name.

“What about him?”

“I may have a way for you to talk to him.”

Even as loud as the club was, it all went silent at the words he spoke. You felt your heartbeat quicken, the idea floating around in your head before you realized who it was you were dealing with. You rolled your eyes, cutting back, “Why the hell would you help me?”

Leaning down to speak into your ear, he elaborated, “Cause I know when Hela was away, it felt like I was a heroin addict that couldn’t get a fix. I know how painful being away from him is for you and how you feel numb to everything else with him gone.”

You pulled back from him, needing to look him in the eye when you asked, “That doesn’t explain why you would do this for me.”

Sighing, he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly to go on, “It’s really a long story and I don’t know everything, but Elsa called my uncle-”

“Elsa?” you repeated, “Elsa Hemsworth? Called your uncle?”

“Look, like I said, it’s complicated,” he got out quickly as he felt her get ready to just keep questioning him. “So what’s it gonna be, you coming or what?”

*****

By sun down, a dark cloud rolled over Asgard. While the people had dealt with minor rain showers before, this was no ordinary drizzle. Lightning flashed as golf sized drops came crashing to the ground, thunder roaring into the night sky like a lion on the hunt.

Yet the people of Asgard only had to be momentarily concerned, easily becoming distracted by Odin's invitation to a banquet in honor of Loki. They all crowded into the main hall of the palace, singing, dancing and drinking in the name of their future king.

The only issue? Loki was nowhere to be seen.

A couple of hours into the evening, food was being brought from the kitchen and laid out for all the guests. A few of the Asgardians asked when the crowned prince would come.

Finally the king was sick of waiting.

"Fetch him. Now," Thor overheard his father command Baldur. "They're here to see him, he needs to at least make an appearance. The people need to know everything is alright, with all of these… tremors. They need the reassurance of a smiling face."

Baldur made a hasty retreat with Thor ready to pursue him until Elsa caught hold of the back of his armor. "Where are you off to?" she asked, suspicious of how he tried to back away without her notice.

"I'm going to check on Loki with Baldur," he offered, pulling back from her hand to kiss it. "I'll be just a minute, Love."

Her eyes narrowed but she waved him away. She caught sight of him one last time before he tucked out of the grand room.

Baldur was quick up the stairs, brushing past servants still tending to the palace chores as he zipped down the halls to Loki's bedroom.

Just as Baldur got to the door and began knocking, Thor caught up to him.

"What are you doing?"

"What are You doing?"

"I'm getting Loki for Allfather-"

"I guess that I'm also getting Loki then-"

“I can appreciate your attempt to assist, but it is not necessary, you may go-”

“Oh, no, I think someone is going to need to bare witness to this.”

Both men went silent when they heard the disembodied voice from the other side of the door call out, "Come in."

Baldur and Thor both straightened up before finally opening the door. Neither moved at first until Thor shoved the slightly smaller advisor in ahead of him.

"He's here to retrieve you for dinner," the god of thunder announced, disregarding Baldur’s sharp blue eyes cutting at him.

"Yes, well," for the first time he looked out into the room to Loki lounging on a chaise with his face inside a book. "Allfather requests your presence downstairs for the-"

"I'm not going."

The air was stale as Thor looked between the two of them, his fingers twitching while he waited for someone to speak.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said," Loki reiterated, turning the page in total disinterest,"Im. Not. Going."

Thor watched Baldur inhale and wondered exactly how the two most well tempered men in Asgard would proceed.

It wasn't what he expected.

"Your father asked that you make an appearance,” Baldur started, stepping over towards Loki’s chair. “That's not too much to expect considering all he is giving you. Just go down, shake hands, reassure the people that you are their king and will care for them-”

"I told Allfather I wouldn't parade around for him,” Loki answered simply, still not looking up.

Baldur’s jaw tightened. “He is still your king, Loki. You may be the crowned prince, but he is still your ruler, and your father. You should show him respect and see to him.”

He looked like he would go on but went quiet at the clap of Loki’s book closing. “I should show him respect? I should see him? Should I also fall in line like the rest of you sheep, bring him offerings of good tidings in hopes of gaining his favor?” Just then, a loud crash of thunder sounded right outside the veranda of Loki’s room. He stood, looking into Baldur’s eyes as he went on, “This is him doing whatever he damn well pleases without my regard and you shouldn't be cross with me for not wanting to participate in his show. You should be grateful I'm even staying."

Baldur swallowed hard while Thor looked between the two of them.

Taking a deep breath before he spoke, the advisor knew he would be crossing the line when he asked, "Is this all over your little Midgardian girl? Just because you, what, want to go live out HER days? You want to return to watch her die, is that it? Or did you forget you live over a hundred of her lifetimes?"

Loki shook his head at the comment, arguing, "You don't know what we had, Baldur. We were in love-"

"Love? Love!" Baldur turned to speak to Thor, throwing out his arms as if he were surprised, "Did you hear that, Thor, they were in love! Well, what a true travesty for you that you have to put aside your own feelings for someone who will die in the blink of your eye to save your eternal home from destruction!"

"Don't mock me, little brother," Loki spoke in an unsettlingly soft tone. "Or you will regret it."

At that Baldur narrowed his eyes. "You asked Thor why she left? Your y/n?" he started. "I'll tell you-"

"Baldur," Thor interjected quickly, only to be cut off.

"You should have seen how that poor girl begged to leave, Loki. Said she had been under your influence all this time and only recently became aware of it herself. As soon as you got away from her, she sought an escape."

The god of mischief froze in place, his face losing color at hearing his worst fear. "You're lying."

Baldur spoke louder, his face red as he spat the words, "She just couldn't wait to get away from you, even called you a freak and a monster! Said her life was so blissful until she met you! Pleaded for Thor to protect her from the evil, no good, demon that was savage enough to slay the only person who ever cared about him in his long, miserable life!"

Loki's rage subsided, hurt obvious on his face. "She was my mother, too, Baldur, and y/n knows that's not what-"

"She was Not your mother, she was Mine and you Slaughtered her!"

"Enough!" Thor bellowed as he saw Loki's fists tighten at his sides, his eyes dark and his face scrunched in barely controlled wrath. "Stop this, we are not here to fight. We're brothers, we must-"

"I assure you, he is most certainly no brother of mine," Baldur bit back with a cold stare.

That final strike made Loki change stance. His head tilted to the side while he glared at Baldur. "Look at you. Poor, pitiful, forgotten Baldur. You're so jealous you can hardly see straight," his voice slightly shook as he did all he could to calm. "You think you can just take your frustrations out on me because I'm not hot tempered like Thor, because you don't think I'll reach out and take your throat in my grasp and just squeeze? " he stepped closer, looking Baldur straight in the eyes. "I think you've forgotten I am the one Allfather chose because I am powerful enough to contain his powers. And you? What powers have you that make you worthy to try and speak like this to me? You, no more than an imputent runt of the litter, one that was so worthless to everyone in the family that he didn't even step foot on Asgard until Thor decided to stay on Asgard?" Another thunder boomed outside, but no one flinched.

Baldur's eyes were glassed over while his teeth grinded, taking in every last from Loki before finally speaking. "You think I don't know I'm not as powerful as you? I'm very aware of your strength, Loki. It's your lack of sympathy to your people that is so hard to watch. They’re scared, they need to see you to know they’re safe. It’s how you care so little about the rest of us that you're just resigned to make your own existence here miserable. And you know what? I'll have no part of it." Just then, Elsa tentatively pushed the bedroom door open, not meaning to make herself known but was taken off guard by the tension as Baldur was turning to leave. “Consider this my resignation, your highness. I won't be a part of this kingdom or this family any longer." He kept his pace even after he realized Elsa had heard him. Her mouth opened to speak, but he left too quickly for her to form the words, brushing gently across her shoulder on the way out.

"What? What's going on?" She looked back towards Thor who was about to speak but Loki, who ignored Elsa’s entrance, looked to him now.

"And you!"

"Me?"

Loki stepped towards the god of thunder, his voice harsh, "I wouldn't even be here if not for you! I would still be home, I would still be with y/n!"

"Oh, so it's my fault-"

"You were his first born son, this unbearable place was meant to be yours, his powers were meant to be yours, but you went off and started a family-"

“I can’t help what happened, Loki, if I knew this is how things would play out-”

“You’d what?” Loki asked with fire behind his eyes. “You’d trade places with me? You would have stayed in Asgard? Exactly what would you change because from where I stand, you are, once again, the only person in this entire damned place that is getting what he wants!”

"Shut up, both of you!" Elsa snapped, stepping between them. In their fit, both men had gotten less than a foot apart, steadily becoming more heated. "You don’t need to fight, please…"

Loki closed his eyes and stepped back, taking a breath to try and steady himself. "Thor, I never would never have agreed to this if I didn't want you to be with your family back on Midgard. I hope you don't waste my sacrifices by hanging around this place any longer than you have to." He sat back down on his chaise, picking up his book at where he left off, "And in case my meaning is unclear, let me be perfectly clear: I'm telling you to leave.” Going back into the same pose he was in before the interruption, he finished with one last jab, “After all, you’re quite good at."

With that, Thor gently led his wife out of the room. After closing the door, he expected Elsa to be angry, or in the very least upset, but instead she looked at him with something else in her eyes.

"You…"

He swallowed hard, “Yes, my love?”

Elsa's eyes watered up while her lips threatened to tremble. "Thor, you're a god. The god of thunder, feared by many, loved by all. Even living as a Midgardian you've managed to recreate this whole new persona of yourself as, well, you, but not just as a god: as a hero. And yet at every turn, you keep making these decisions… to do nothing."

"And what would you have me do, Elsa? You know my hands are tied-"

"Anything, Thor!" she shouted, "Anything at all! But this? Doing nothing? It's almost as bad as pulling the strings!"

“I’m trying to get us home!”

“You’re acting like a coward!”

Thor was quiet and for the first time, she really believed he felt the guilt of what he had done. “I don’t know what I can possibly do. If I help Loki I damn my family. If I do nothing, I damn him. What will you have me do?” he asked genuinely, bringing her hand to his face without looking away. “Tell me what to do?”

She really considered his words, really wondered if they held true value.

Elsa’s eyes searched Thor’s for a moment before she resided that even if the drama of his family was clouding his morals, there was more to what was going on than just asking Loki to take the crown. Breathing in, she held onto his hands to ready him for what she was about to say. “Actually, before I tell you that, there’s something I need to tell you... about these dreams I’ve been having.”

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An Avenger’s Secret

Chapter 13: Getting Back Into Action

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Being the epitome of professionalism, you have one rule that must be followed to the T; Never mix business and personal. But how will your integrity fair against meeting the Avengers, or better yet, a certain Avenger’s brother?

A/N: I know I haven’t posted anything in some time, but hopefully you guys are still eager to read. This story is still going and I’m trying to catch up on the time I’ve missed. Thank you all for your support so here’s the next chapter. (Please let me know if I missed anyone in the tags. TY)

Word Count: 2516

Warnings: None (That I can see anyway)

Chapter 12

The day continued with seldom tension than it had started with. The biggest difference came from you actively avoiding Henry to the best of your ability, even if it meant sharing the company of the ones that held the most contempt toward you.

When you were unfortunate enough to be stuck with your living headache, the conversations were something in of themselves. With the day already packed with excitement, those in the vicinity would look on in curious wonder at the spectacle you made in the presence of the newest guests in the building.

Your interactions with the smaller female was nothing but sweet and caring, as if you were around a toddler almost, or a walking teddy bear. Your eyes softened in her direction, your smile was genuine and sweet, and you were always ready to help in a moments’ notice. The interaction was quite different than what you would show to anyone else, though you were more relaxed around Tony, you were never quite as attentive with him than you were with E. And they could see why, Elli was as sweet and friendly as any one person could be. Laughing and smiling with everyone and at nearly everything. There was this aura about her that seemed to make everyone happier and calmer, it was really quite welcoming.

Then, there was the other guest, Henry. If looks could kill, he’d be done in well over a dozen times by now. Every interaction with him was filled with silent bitterness and an eerily calm demeaner. Where E was met with a motherlike response, Henry’s was the complete opposite.

Elli asked for tea? Coming right up, even brought over a plate of cookies, careful, they’re hot. Henry asked the same? Oops, the boiling water just so happen to spill on his lap, the cookies fell on his head, or, “You have legs, get it yourself.”

Honestly, from an outer perspective, you’d think there was a case of a split personality happening here.

And in every instance, Henry’s smile never left. Should he get the opportunity to be next to you, he’d take it in a heartbeat.

Washing the dishes? He was leaning against the counter.

“Why do you always think so poorly of me?”

“Henry, I’d have to care about you to thinking poorly of you. Go die in a ditch for all it concerns me.”

Washing the clothes? He blocked the only exit.

“If you need help with anything you know you can ask. I’m a great asset.”

“You’re off by two letters.”

And in every moment, he almost never seemed to stop talking.

The guy had a set of lungs like no one else, seldom anything would get him to stop for five seconds. And if he wasn’t preoccupied with you or E, he would attempt to share the space with one of the others.

Steve and Banner would humor him and hold the conversations well. Bucky wasn’t so eager and understood your distain for the guy. Same went for Clint and Sam. Nat didn’t get the full blunt of his presence, as whenever he even attempted to approach the assassin, you came about and generously escorted him away from her.

Elli had asked for a blanket to snuggle with as she watched TV with Nat and Clint. You graciously brought over a soft fluffy one straight from the dryer. Placing sandwich squares for the three to snack on while they sat.

“Thank you (Y/n).” the two said in union.

“What about me?” Glaring at Henry, “I’m cold too.”

“Want me to set you on fire?” Very flat, blunt responses. It was amusing to a few of the Avengers, mainly Sam and Bucky would get a good chuckle from anything that came from your mouth. Though you didn’t make it obvious, it was a little funny when you could get someone to laugh from all of this, even a little smile would form on your lips when you were sure no one was looking.

Every interaction continued in the same manner. You were sweet with E, nasty toward Henry, but what really got noticed was your attitude toward everyone else.

You were going back to normal as the day came to an end, even your demeaner to Rogers was shifting back to its first moments of professionalism and indifference.

Right now, as everyone was settling in for the night, Tony offered Elli and Henry to stay the night but they graciously declined. E still had to go home to her pets and you really didn’t care where Henry went so long as it was away from you.

“I never thought I’d ever see you like this.” Looking over at your boss, he sat at the kitchen island with an empty mug in hand. You were hovering next to the kettle on the stove waiting for the water to boil for your tea.

“In what manner are you referring to, Mr. Stark?”

“The way you were acting around your friends, it was quite something.” his smile was amusing at best and his eyes still held that worrying notion. You saw how they would shift ever so slightly at your marks; his brows would twitch and again you were reminded of your personal rule.

“Friend,” you corrected, “only one of them is my friend. The other was a nuisance at best.” just as the pot began to sound, you poured the water into your cup and shut off the heat. “But...”

Feeling his focus sharpen, with a shaky exhale, donning your professionalism once more before retiring for the evening, you turned your attention to the only man that shared your space.

“I do wish to apologize for how I’ve been behaving as of late-”

“(Y/n), you don’t-”

Holding a hand up to stop his protest, you continued,” Please, Mr. Stark, it was out of line and I do feel the need to redeem myself. Be sure that I will do everything in my power to make up the trouble I placed you and your company in. But I do need to set my own boundaries.

I am your maid first and foremost, I cannot stress enough how grateful for the opportunity you have given me, and I will do my job. But when I am here, I am not your guest, I am your employee. As such I feel as though it needs to be clarified that what I do in my own time, in my own life...that it is not for you to meddle in...”

The look on his face was heartbreaking. He knew what you were asking, he didn’t want to lose you, even if it was never said out right, it was evident that he needed you just as much as he needed the others. He wanted to protest, he wanted to lay out ever reason why that was a bad idea, ever reason why you should see him as someone more than just your employer.

Elli told him that you had a hard time letting people into your life, you were afraid. Of what, she never said, but he needed you to know that you didn’t need to be afraid of him. He trusted you, he also knew that you were growing to trust him as well. Whatever it was that was stopping you from relying on him, he needed to be patient.

Over the course of you being there, he came to find that as stubborn as he was at times, you were always set on keeping your word. And one way or another, there would be no way to change your mind once it was set.

“Then I won’t,” getting up from his spot, with a firm look he spoke, “but know this if nothing else, nothing will ever stop me from protecting the people I care about.”

It was an agreement neither of you wanted to yield to. As stoic as you tried, your chest still clenched uncomfortably.

“The moment you are healed, you may begin on making good on your word. No sooner...”

Walking to his room, just before he left, Tony had one more thing to add.

“It’s good having you back...(Y/n).”

And just like that, you were alone. This feeling should be familiar, it shouldn’t feel like this, yet, it feels like the weight only doubled.

Staring into the transparent liquid before you, it wasn’t until you saw something drop into it that you realized the tears forming.

You weren’t shaking, your breathing was even, and your body wasn’t hot. Even with all the control you were showing, nothing could stop the water from falling.

Dumping the cup, you left it there, hurrying away to your room.

The moment the door shut you away from the rest of the tower, everything came out. The crying hurt your throat. The tears blurred and burned your eyes. Every inhale set fire to your lungs and every fiber of your being collapsed right there. You weren’t supposed to get attached, weren’t supposed to care. Just do your job and go home, that was it, that was the deal. That's what you were supposed to do, all of the hard work you put in, to keep everything separate, all of it was gone.

And it hurt.

Crawling into bed, the room felt too cold, too empty, and too isolated.

“I’ll fix this...” you sobbed into the pillow, “I-I-”

-knock-knock-knock-

The sound startled you, pulling the blankets off, you hurried to the door. Wiping the tears away, you were grateful that you kept the lights off, it won’t be easy to notice the state you were in.

With a bit of hesitance, taking a deep breath to even your tone.

“Who is it?”

“I-It’s me...Bucky...”

Confused, you opened the door slightly.

“Mr. Barnes, was there something I could do for you?”

He looked uncomfortable standing there, even with his size, though it might not have been obvious to anyone else, it was clear that he had something on his mind.

“(Y/n), I uh I came to check in on you.”

As simple as the words were, a small sense of dread crept up on you. Please don’t say he heard you crying, please.

“I’m probably one of the last people you want to see right now, but I did want to say how sorry we are, how sorry I am, about everything.”

So that’s what it was, he wanted to make amends.

That fact alone had you releasing a shaky breath you didn’t mean for him to hear. In that moment, he became more aware of your state, even in the dark, the puffiness you dawned became clear as light to him.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong? Are you alright? What happened? Are you hurting?”

You didn’t mean for him to know, didn’t mean to show yourself. But just those question, had you spilling all over again.

Letting himself in, Barnes closed the door as he led you over to sit on the bed. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to help. Here you were, this woman that was set on showing nothing more than a tough and professional demeaner, crying and vulnerable.

You sat on the side of his metal arm, not wanting you to feel more uncomfortable than what you probably already were, making an attempt to get up he was stopped when you held him still.

Even when crying, not a sound left your throat. This was a bad idea; your mind was screaming that this shouldn’t be happening. But you didn’t care, having someone there with you, right now, it was comforting and you wanted to hold on to that comfort for as long as you could.

Bucky still was unsure how to help, but he didn’t know what he could say to make it any better. With a bit of caution, he wrapped his arm around you and held you close. His heart was racing a mile a minute as your arms clung to his torso.

There was no clear time for how long the two of you sat like that, but the moment he felt you dozing off, no doubt from emotional exhaustion, Bucky carefully ushered you into bed.

Before he could even attempt to leave, your grip tightened.

“please...”

It was so subtle, so quiet, Barnes thought he was hearing things. But when you didn’t relent and while cursing himself in the process, he got in bed with you. Pulling the covers over, he hugged you close as you snuggled against his warmth. As wrong as this was, it was comfortable, and if just for one night, you were going to be selfish.

‘Guess I should be happy this arm won’t fall asleep.’

Looking at you lying on the thing he didn’t exactly like about himself, Bucky was going to relish in this moment while he could. Knowing that this won’t happen again, this moment would forever be burned into his mind.

Relaxing his body from the tension, Barnes soon took slumber with you asleep in his arms.

The commotion didn’t go completely unnoticed however. In all that had aspired, you had completely forgotten that the three rooms beside your own were occupied.

Nat and Clint sat against the door in Natasha’s room listening to you cry and James attempting to comfort you.

“Guess she’s not as cold hearted as she’d like us to think.” Clint commented, both of them felt bad. They were able to hear your first round of crying before Barnes came to your room. Being directly across the hall, it wasn’t very difficult.

“Should we get James or leave them?”

“It’s late, let them sleep.”

Next door to your own, Loki heard it all as well. However, he wasn’t quite as keen on leaving you with the soldier. It irked him something fierce knowing that you were in another’s arms. Yet, there was really nothing he could do at that moment that wouldn’t upset you further.

He seethed in his room quietly. He was the one that found you, the one that brought you back to the tower. You had confided in him as he had with you and yet you were sharing your bed with another that was not him.

He remembered that hopeless look in your eyes when he first saw you in that miserable state. It was he who you had leaned your cheek against, he who had seen exactly what it was that you so helplessly wished to hide. And it should be he whose arms that would hold you tight right now and yet it was not so.

The moment he heard you crying, he knew that he should have gone to you, the same moment that the soldier knocked on your door should it have been he to deter him from your chambers. But it was too late. In your vulnerability, another man made way to steal away your company.

Another held you tight, and it only angered him further the more that thought, that fact, repeated in him mind.

Loki, for the worse of it, will not be getting any sleep tonight.

Chapter 14

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forever-rogue · 6 years

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Forevermore

Request: Will you write an imagine where Loki is a prisoner with the avengers before the New York war. The reader is assigned to talk him out of it by establishing a more personal approach. She begins telling him stories and folktales to gain his trust but little does she know that he has fallen for the reader already. So he trades her hand in marriage to not attacking the earth.

A/N: My first attempt at a Loki imagine, so I hope it’s not too terrible! Enjoy!! Requests and Taglists are open! xx

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

“Ahh, Mistress Y/N,” Loki flashed her his signature smirk. No matter how worn down that smile became, it still had the mischievous quality to it. He leaned forward in his seat and gave her his full attention, “you’ve come to see me again.”

“Of course,” Y/N smiled and took her a seat across from him, “it’s become a sort of tradition by now, hasn’t it?”

“I suppose it has,” he agreed as she crossed her legs and watched his every move, “what have you come to enlighten me with today?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders lightly, “what do you want to hear about? Anything of interest?”

“Tell me more about yourself.”

“Myself?” she asked with a small laugh, “I don’t think I’m very interesting, I’m just...a normal person.”

“I think you’re very fascinating,” he insisted and she gave him a questioning smile, “from the little bits you’ve told me. I like the stories and folktales you tell, but I want to get to know more about you.”

“If you insist-”

“Which I do.”

“Well then,” she gave him a shy smile, “let’s see...”

“Tell me about your family? What are they like? Do you have any siblings?” he was eager to hear more about the pretty girl who had been coming into his cell everyday for the last several months.

He had slowly grown used to her presence, knowing she’d come at almost the same time every day and tell him little stories and just talk with him. At first, he had been annoyed her appearance, and her attempts to pry into his plans. But, over time, he slowly opened up to her, knowing she didn’t mean to cause him any grief or anything. Y/N had a calming presence and she was intriguing to him; different from all the other people who had been sent to see him.

He didn’t know exactly how to categorize his feelings towards her, but even Loki was smart enough to know there was something going on between them. Definitely more than he had originally bargained for.

“My family...is assuredly less interesting than yours,” she snickered a little bit, “I don’t know there’s too much to tell.”

“I insist,” he smiled gently at her, “I’m sure there’s plenty to tell.”

“Well, to start off with, I know I got lucky when it came to my family,” she stated, “there’s my father, mother, and my siblings. My parents have been together for practically ever, or so it feels anyway. They were practically kids when they got together themselves. You know those stories you hear growing up about true love and everything? I never believed in those until I was older and discovered that my parents were the embodiment of just that. I love them both, but I’ve always been a little more of a daddy’s girl.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Two, an older sister and a younger brother,” she smiled.

“Ahh, the lucky middle child,” he chuckled at her and she jokingly rolled her eyes.

“It’s not that bad, at least not in my family,” she agreed, “my older sister is Lucy, and she’s always been the embodiment of a rebel. Everything our parents told her not to do, she did it. It was a little tense when she turned eighteen and decided to move out and in with her boyfriend at the time and skip college. She realized her mistake after about a year and came back home. Things got better once she returned home though. My little brother is Ikaros, and he’s just a ray of sunshine in everyone’s lives. He’s a lot younger than my sister and I, so he’s used to everyone doting on him. But he’s so kind and gentle and he loves everyone.”

“Sounds like you have a nice family,” Loki said as she nodded, “are you still close to them?”

“Yeah, I am,” she said as she fondly reminisced on their last family outing, “I try and go see my family as often as I can. They live a few hours away so it’s not too bad.”

“Family is important,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Definitely,“ she agrees as she looked at her watch. She wasn’t supposed to even be here this long. She was only supposed to come and see him briefly on a daily basis. Never meant to form a close bond with him, “I’m sorry, Loki. I have to go. Training calls.”

“Will you be back tomorrow?” he asked as he watched her stand up and get ready to head out. She gave him a small nod before grabbing her things and heading out of the room, bu not before turning back and giving him a small wave.

And that’s how they continued on for the next several months. Y/N would come in daily, save for the days she had other commitments, and they would talk for hours about anything and everything. Y/N told Loki all about her life, always complaining she was nothing special and her life was not noteworthy, but Loki loved hearing any story from her. She had him enraptured. Loki, in turn, would tell her all about his past, his magic, and his own for his weird and quirky family. Y/N always insisted he had the best stories of anyone.

Y/N was just getting ready to head back to see Loki, but before she could get onto the elevator, Tony pulled on her arm and prevented her from getting into it. She let out a squeak of surprise, stunned by his appearance.

“Hey!” she said as she pulled her arm out of vice-like grip, “what’s your deal?”

“My deal?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes at her, “listen, Y/N, I just wanted to talk to you about a few things.”

“What’s going on, Tony?” she asked, a worried look expression on his face, “am I in trouble? Did Bucky tell you what I did in training in the other day? It was an accident, I swear!”

“What? No - wait what happened in training?”

“It’s unimportant,” she stammered out, trying to keep the look of guilt off of her face, “what did you need to discuss with me?”

“I’ve been...observing with your last several sessions with our esteemed guest, Loki,” he said as Y/N’s figure tensed up, “and I think it’s time for them to come to an end?”

“What? Why?!”

“I don’t think they’re productive anymore,” he stated simply as he got ready to walk away, “and I hate wasted time and effort on pointless things.”

“Sir, with all due respect I don’t think that’s true. I think we’re getting somewhere with him, he’s incredibly docile and changed,” she protested but Tony just turned around with a questioning look on his face.

“Perhaps, Ms. Y/L/N, you’re getting a bit too personally involved?” her heart dropped at his comment. She thought she had been discrete with her feelings, but apparently what she considered subtle was anything but.

“I-I don’ think that’s necessarily true,” she tried to reason but Tony could see through her guise, “we just...get along well.”

“If you’re going to start lying to me, I insist you learn to do so in a better manner,” he raised his eyebrow before turning around and heading off in the opposite direction, signaling a clear end to the conversation. Y/N watched him go with a few tears trickling down her cheeks. She wiped them away before huffing and walking away, trying to figure out what to do.

“You’re late today, Miss Y/L/N, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming today,” Loki turned around with a large smile as to welcome Y/N. He frowned when he realized it was not her, but rather Tony.

“Sorry to disappoint, but Ms. Y/L/N isn’t here today. I know I’m not quite as pretty, but I hope you can manage,” Tony gave him a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why not? What’s going on?” he asked, a note of worry creeping into his voice.

“She won’t be coming back anymore, unfortunately. I feel as though she’s done everything she can,” he said and Loki began to panic, “if it’s any consolation, she was upset about it too.”

“Wait-”

“What can I do for you?”

“What’s going to happen to me now?” Loki asked in a small voice.

“I suppose you’ll just be here,” he shrugged his shoulders, “probably for a long time. I don’t know yet, I haven’t really thought that far ahead.”

“Tony, please,” Loki tried to get him stop before he left the room completely, “w-what if I’m willing to make a proposition?”

“I don’t know if you’re in much of a bargaining position, do you?” he asked in response.

“Please, just hear me out,” he said hesitantly. Tony stopped and gave him his full attention, he was curious to know where this was going.

“Alright, Loki, let’s hear it then,” he said as took a seat in Y/N’s accustomed spot.

“Y/N!” Tony called out as he walked into the training room where he spied Y/N and Bucky sparring with each other. She immediately stopped what she was doing, completely forgetting to dodge Bucky’s incoming punch. She fell backwards onto the mat as his fist collided with her face.

She groaned as Bucky started panicking and leaned down to help her up, “I’m so sorry. I thought you were prepared!”

She rubbed the side of her tender face as she took his hand and got back onto her feet. Tony watched them, as he let out a sigh, “what is it now, Tony?!”

“I need to discuss something with you,” he said as she walked over to him, clearly annoyed by antics.

“What can I do for you now?” she asked as she wiped some of the sweat off of her face. Tony looked at her face for a moment, hoping the bruising wouldn’t be too bad.

“I have something to discuss with you,” he said quietly as Y/N raised her eyebrows at him, “in private. Let’s go to my office.”

“If I’m fired, can you just tell me now?” she asked as she grabbed her things and started to follow him.

“What, no. You’re not fired,” he sighed at her, “you’re so over-dramatic.”

“What can I say, I learned from the best,” she retorted as she stuck her tongue out at him. He paused for a moment and gave her a stern look, “or not, jeez. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”

“You’re pushing it young lady,” he said as he opened the door to his office and ushered her in, “you’re lucky you’ve got useful skills.”

“Oh yeah, I’m just a whole lot of contribution to the team,” she said as she took a seat across from his desk, “now, why am I here? I hope getting punched by Bucky’s metal arm was worth it.”

“I went and spoke to Loki today,” he said as he propped his feet on his desk. Y/N leaned forward and have him his full attention, “at first I thought I was just going to tell him that your sessions with him were done, but then something he said made me think.”

“Oh? Please, enlighten me,” she propped her elbows on the desk and rested her head on her hands.

“He provided me with an interesting proposition,” he explained, “but I told him I couldn’t just give him a yes or a no.”

“Okay?”

“He became visibly upset when I told him you were no longer going to visit him. He stopped me as I was trying to leave,” he said as he slid his feet off he desk, “so he asked for his release.”

“He just asked to be released? That seems odd,”

“He did ask to be released, and I obviously told him that would never just happen, but then he said he wouldn’t attack anything or anyone again, but he wanted you,” Tony watched her expression change as she tried to process what he was saying.

“I don’t understand? What did he mean?”

“He admitted, just as I figured, that he had fallen in love with you,” Y/N’s jaw dropped as she realized that her feelings were not unrequited, “and he said he would forgo any attacks or anything if you agreed to marry him.”

“Marry him?”

“Marry him.”

“That seems like kind of a big deal,” she said as shock and panicked registered in her bones, “I don’t know how to respond exactly. Did you believe what he was saying was true?”

“I like to think that I’m a pretty judge of character and honesty,” he said as he leaned forward, “and I do believe he was being honest.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him that I would discuss his proposition with you before anything was done. I believe you’re the one who needs to make any decision,” he sighed as he rubbed his tired eyes and she gave a small nod, “you’re fee to go and see him whenever you want. Let me know if anything happens or you make any decisions.”

“Loki!” Y/N said as she burst into his room. Loki looked up from where he was sitting and reading a new book.

“Hello, lovely Y/N,” he smiled as he snapped the book shut and turned to give her his full attention, “to what do I owe this pleasure? What happened to your face?!”

“Nothing, it’s nothing. So, I-you-Tony,” she stammered out as she tried to collect herself in order to competently speak to him, “you gave Tony a proposition?”

“I did,” he said calmly as he approached the thin glass separating them, “did he explain it to you?”

“He did, I’m just a little surprised by the suddenness of it,” she said and Loki got a worried expression on his face.

“So, it was a bad idea,” he said sadly as he hung his head in regret.

“No, Loki, it wasn’t that. It’s just..surprising,” she walked up to the glass as she watched him closely, “I..,thought my feelings were one sided; that you didn’t feel the same way I felt about you.”

“Quite the contrary, beautiful Y/N,” he gave her a small smile, “I have a great many feelings for you. They’ve been developing since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“Oh,” she said as she felt a deep blush creeping into her cheeks, “I’m glad to hear that. But- and this is my biggest hesitation - I don’t know if I can just marry you right now.”

“I did not mean for it occur right away,” he said as she felt a small bit of relief, “I’m okay with waiting as long as you would like.”

“Really?” she asked as she put her hand glass gently, “that makes me feel a little bit better.”

“Of course,” he said as he put his hand on the glass where hers was, “I understand if you need more time to think things through. I don’t expect an answer straight away.”

“Yes,“ she smiled as she made eye contract with Loki and his face broke out into a big grin, “my answer is yes.”

“That’s wonderful,” he smiled at her, “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“Me neither,” she gave him a shy smile, “I’d better go and let Tony know that we’ve reached a decision.”

“I love you,” he blurted out before she turned away to leave. She bit her lip for a moment as she leaned against the exit door.

“I love you too,” she said softly before letting herself out. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. How lucky she was to find somehow as special as Loki to love. She did a small dance to herself before running towards the elevator in order to and see Tony.

As soon as the elevator dinged and the doors opened she ran into his office without bothering to knock. Tony peeled his eyes off of his computer screen as she burst in and gave her a small smile, “well?”

“I said yes!” she exclaimed as Tony congratulated her with a knowing smile. He could have told her he saw this coming months ago, but he was glad things worked out for once.

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chopper-witch · 5 years

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AWOMOD: I’m Impressed (Ch 7)

Characters: Loki x OC (Ashira)

Warnings: blood, stabbing, boredom induced fighting

Locations: Her ship

Word Count: 3000+

Summary: Loki figures things out; Ashira is restless.

A/N: There are probably still like a thousand mistakes in this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also, all the fighting is like super, super quick and only within the span of a few minutes. Also, as fanfic writer I’m entitled to do whatever the fuck I want and you can’t stop me.

AWOMD master

The following morning, they leave again with a new set of respect and trust. Instead of messing around with weapons, Ashira decided to stay in the pilot’s seat, mindlessly fidgeting with a dagger as she stared out to the stars. This gave Loki time to rack his brain for everything he knew of Greek mythology.

“Athena,” Loki declares after five hours.

Loki’s voice causes Ashira to jump from her seat. The pure white dagger clatters to the ground, droplets of blood with it after knocking her thumb. Her right hand flies to grasp her chest, her left lifting to her lips to stop the bleeding.

“Do not scare me like that, oh my god.” Ashira exhales loudly. “I could have just sent us anywhere, fuck.”

“Athena,” Loki claims again, coming to stand in front of Ashira. “If she is Selene and translations are messy, Athena. Or Artemis.”

Ashira laughs at his far too focused face. “Surprised? Athena is not a tall, glorious warrior yet instead is a short, kind of chubby runaway.”

“I mean Norse mythology claims I gave birth to Odin’s horse... so I know things get sloppy.”

Ashira blinks a few times to try and adjust her reality, ensuring what he just said is real. Rumors and stories always have a drop of truth to them and thinking he gave birth to a horse is not something you just make up out of thin air.

“I don’t even want to know why they would think that.”

Loki shrugs with a smile before it fades just as quickly as it happened, a suddenly confused twist to his features. “Then why are you so weary of magic? Wasn’t Hecate like the Goddess of Magic."

“Her name is Helene, Selene’s younger sister.” Ashira leans her head back. “And no, not really. She was just a major drama queen, like her sister.”

“So then why is Greek mythology so full of mysticism and magic?”

Ashira raises a brow as if it is so obvious. “It’s called high tech science that humans weren’t able to make sense of.”

“I have a hard time believing that.” Loki slips into the co-pilot seat. “There is amazing technology on Asgard and we still use and practice magic.”

“That’s fine with me.” Her head tilts back upright. “You’ll see.” A mildly evil grin appears on her face. “You’ll see.”

—

And he does see, three days later.

They landed on a planet Loki has already forgotten the name of about four miles outside of the closest village (forget city) yesterday. Today Loki is sitting beneath one of the trees in the prairie while Ashira sorts through her weapons. While he much rather be inside where it is cooler, after he witnessed her grabbing a a live bomb seconds before it touched the ground and detonated, he decided to hang outside.

Surprisingly enough, he isn’t in the mood to die, especially by the hands of stupidity on her part.

So he doesn’t think of anything of the sounds of her walking around the opening in the field as she has already done so several times to layout various equipment.

Ashira then towers in front of him, the bit of sun he was using to read blocked by the secondary shadow.

“Here.” A pure black dagger falls on top of Loki’s book.

It’s entirely matte and unbelievably smooth everywhere but a few spots along the handle where there is clearly texture added to help the grip.

“What’s this?” He asks.

“A dagger,” she replies slowly. “I assumed you knew.”

Loki scowls. “Of course I did. Why did you give it to me?”

She shrugs. “I’m bored.”

“So you’d like me to kill you?” Loki questions, mildly concerned about her phrasing.

“I want you to fight me.”

Loki finally looks up from his novel to the person blocking his sunlight. Ashira is standing above him, right arm across her body so both hands can rest on her jutted left hip, yet another different outfit donning her body. This one is unusual however: it is simply very short shorts and a tight half-length top without sleeves, both in the same deep royal blue as the items he has identified were likely either standard issue or part of a uniform from her home world. Her hair is braided back into a ponytail for once instead of its normal partly down or entirely braided state.

And gosh, it’s long even when tied up.

How fast does her hair grow?

“You want me to fight you?”

“I’m bored and haven’t gotten in any real fights recently and you’ve done sparring before so why not?”

Loki shrugs. “I must ask before we begin: the outfit, standard training wear from your home?”

Ashira looks down at her clothes, even picking up her right foot to observe her specialized ankle height shoes.

“Only worn for running and weightlifting, not for this kind of training but it’s hot and my armor is buried deep among other stuff.”

“You still have your armor?”

“Of course. I still have everything. It was my ship I took to get off Hala.”

Loki’s brows furrow. “Wait you escaped Hala? I thought you escaped your home?”

Ashira’s eyes narrow as her face twists at his stupidity. “Has all the chatter on the radio talking about also trying to attack the Kree been erased from your mind or are you just stupid?”

“I just don’t get why you would be there.”

“They have bodies to spare to test powers and also it was decided I would be better suited in their facilities while things were figured out.” Ashira shrugs, ignoring the annoying tiny nagging voice in the back of her mind reminding her that they promised to be honest with each other. “Until of course it was no longer about testing and more about training. Their little experiment program, Inhumans, was then a good source of bodies. Powered enough to face off, not powered enough to actually hurt me.”

Loki nods. “So they kept you there.”

“So they kept me there.”

Loki looks down at the dagger, twisting it between his hands. “Alright, I’ll fight.”

“But no magic and I won’t accidentally disintegrate myself, deal?”

“Can I at least have more than one dagger?”

“Summon it now.”

Loki summons a second dagger, changing it to match the one Ashira gave him. He admits this all black look is nice. He stands and carefully leaves the book by the tree.

“And exactly what will you be fighting with?”

“If I need anything, I can grab it,” Ashira smiles. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright. But I have to ask you something that has been bothering me now that you are basically baring yourself to me, what’s with all the scars? Do you normally hide them with cosmetics or something?” Loki asks, twirling around the daggers.

“Cosmetics?” Ashira chuckles. “No, a biomorphic nanomask that I just stick to my skin and it smooths it over.”

Loki has never seen anything like that before. “Alright, then why are there so many deep ones with such hacked edges? That’s not torture or surgery.”

“Well I couldn’t just walk out of there.” Ashira walks closer to him as he stays against the tree. “Had to rid of stuff implanted in me since a few days after my birth. Right wrist tracker, left wrist biomonitor, and near my tailbone was what we called a carousel. Needed any medication? It was fed through there.” She steps closer yet again. Loki presses himself further against the tree to the point where he feels the bark pressing into his skin. “Left upper arm is where they put this disk thing that confined me to the facility I was being held at before I escaped and oh, my neck.” She forces him to stay against the tree, tilting her head to the left to exposing the jagged scar. “Here on my neck is the lovely place where I started my hack job. Whatever bar implant thing they put here was keeping me mostly subdued and basically enslaved.”

“That does sound like a pain,” Loki replies. He’s grinning.

Ashira doesn’t reply. She knows he is going to attempt to attack her, likely by her arms. So while he thinks she is still focused on the scars littering her body, she really is thinking of the best spots to hit him.

His right leg swings between her legs and hooks around her right knee. While he expects her to fall, she instead throws herself backwards into a handstand, Loki losing his balance as she does so. She stays upside down and turns herself to face him.

He’s growling now, body bent over awkwardly from falling. Without a though he flings the dagger in his left hand directly towards her.

It’s flying towards her right side so she lifts her right arm up and tilts her whole body to the right. Just as the dagger tip flies past her she reaches out and grabs the handle.

Now upright, Loki is not any happier with her.

He lunges towards her. She doges by twisting her upper body away. Her hand switches the grip of the dagger and moves it so that the blunt end lands between the tendons in his right wrist.

He involuntarily releases the dagger and she grasps it in her left hand.

And as he pulls away she knees his stomach yet again. The prince falls back into the tree with each dagger crossed over his neck.

“I’m impressed.” He throws his arms up in defeat.

Ashira smirks. She tosses the daggers to the side, standing and walking from Loki. As she walks away, Loki takes a moment to stand, honestly impressed with fighting style and technique. And he cannot help but watch her walk away. He catches sight of white along her spine and looks closer. A tattoo, it appears, of some form. A combination of swirling organic shapes and perfectly geometric cubes from what he can tell, even though he can only see half.

“Wait, you have a tattoo?”

Ashira looks back over her shoulder to him. “You never noticed?”

“No…” Loki huffs. “No I haven’t.”

“Besides when we go out I don’t try to cover… though I guess my hair does a pretty good job at that.” She glances down her spine where only the bottom half of it is visible.

“So your tattoo, what does it symbolize?”

“Well do they symbolize things back home on Asgard?”

“Not typically. Decoration only sort of thing, though sometimes people will get family crests.”

Ashira nods once before moving her hair from her neck. “Well the spinal tattoo is basically the history of a person on Ares. It begins on the neck with their birth rank which is why I have such a bizarre pattern near my hairline and then goes down from there: battles, kill count, awards, discoveries. Those weird swirls? Got those for making new technology.”

“And all those tiny little dots?”

“Kill count.“

While he cannot count every single one (mostly due to the nature of her shirt) there are easily thousands of little white dots totaling somewhere near 6,000 that he can see, forget the ones he can’t.

Ashira chuckles at his slightly agape mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re frightened.”

He looks back to her face. “Curious.”

“Good.” Ashira turns back to face him. “Again?”

“I’ll beat you this time.”

“No you won’t.”

He summons the daggers into his hands again.

They both go charging at each other, this time Ashira jumping over him and grabbing a branch easily. Loki spins to slash at her but she just lifts her legs up with the rest of her body as he goes charging back towards the tree.

He spins around again. Before he can get far, however, Ashira drops her legs down, thighs wrapping tightly around his neck, ankles crossing. She releases the branch and throws her torso towards the ground. Her hands touch the grass just as Loki grips her calves with the knives tucked in his thumbs. His fingers press into the underside of her knees to attempt to force her legs to move, but she just yanks him forward as her hands finally touch the ground.

Loki skids forward and catching himself right before he lands face first. He looks up to see Ashira coming down from a handstand perfectly.

She grins at his nearly fallen form.

Then he charges at her with his daggers ready. His right hand swings out to swipe at her but she simply ducks, grabbing his left arm and pinching between the tendons on his forearm and he involuntarily drops the dagger.

Now they stand opposite to their previous stances, his left dagger now in Ashira’s left hand.

“Ready?” Ashira teases.

“For what?”

No words are said as she charges at him. He ducks to avoid her and possibly catch her with his dagger only for her to jump up again suddenly. Before Loki even knows what’s happening the dagger lands in his shoulder and Ashira perfectly rolls upright.

“Ah!” He screeches, hand flying to grab his left shoulder with his right hand.

“Sorry.” Ashira shrugs. “Not really though.”

“By Valhalla and Hel you couldn’t just tap me instead?”

Ashira shakes her head as she attempts to hide her smile. “Nah. And I know you heal quick enough for it to not be a problem. I’ll grab something if you’d like to seal it entirely right now.”

“That’d be lovely.” He grunts as he yanks the dagger out.

She comes back a minute later with a tube no larger than her pinky finger in her hands. Loki has fallen back against the tree. His seidr isn’t working as well as he hopes it would for healing - in fact, it is doing absolutely nothing.

“Here.”

Loki grabs the bottle from her. While he fumbles with opening something so small, she leans against the tree as well, internally laughing at how ungraceful he is at the moment.

The second the gel hits his skin he hisses. It stings; it stings worse than that time Thor thought it would be funny to pour wine mixed with salt in one of his worse cuts from a training incident gone wrong. But then it seals over like he was never cut in the first place. He watches as his skin and muscles and nerves stitch themselves back together, miniature tendrils attaching back to one another.

“Huh.” Loki touches his skin gently. No pain, no blood.

“Yeah, huh.” She pushes away from the tree and turns on her toes to face him. “Now, go ahead and use your magic. But try to keep up.”

She reaches her left hand out towards the ship. A pair of white batons goes flying through the between them, landing in each of her hands.

Loki’s brows furrow. “You know magic?”

“It’s called science, like I said.” She twirls the batons around. “Let’s do some science versus magic fighting. Show you why the humans were wrong.”

So he goes for his magic instantly. Any form of memory reading or even an attempt to usually puts people down for a moment or two.

He presses his palm to her forehead.

Instead of memories, it’s blank, fuzziness. Static, just like before. No, not like before. Even worse. It’s pure blackness in her mind.

Loki, the stubborn asshole he is, keeps trying to push into her mind.

While he is distracted trying to pick her mind, Ashira grabs his left hand and pins the wrists together. Loki pulls back at this. Ashira knees his stomach, pulling herself back to extend his arms behind him as he falls to his face. Her grip causes both of his arms to pull uncomfortably behind his back. Then she steps onto his back with her right foot, wedging it between the shoulders and pulls up.

Loki yelps at the twist in his upper back as she forces his muscles to separate in ways that are most definitely not natural.

“Science,” Ashira gloats, releasing his arms and stepping away from him. She calls her batons back to her hands.

Loki stands slowly. “I’m impressed, I’ll admit. But how do I know you aren’t using magic as well?”

“Truce, for now, so I can show you.” Loki nods once. “Alright, here.” She switches both of her batons to her right hand and extends her left. “Feel.”

Loki takes her hand tentatively. She could flip him over even if she is cupping her hand and she has no legitimate traction.

“Feel it. There’s a bit in there like a magnet.”

His thumbs run over the crevices in her hand. He uses his magic to feel for different particles in her hands, finding an entire circuitry of electronics within her. There is a device in the center of her left palm, little tendrils of metal reaching up her wrist, deeply embedded in her arm’s nerves, extending as far as her brain stem.

“My right hand only has the magnet. I’m left handed so this was installed to go through my left arm to align with any of my weaponry.”

“So you can call anything to you?”

“Not anything, but things aligned with it. Batons, my sword, most of guns and grenades... Important things.”

Loki drops her hand. “What if you need to improvise?”

“You did just see me beat your ass like a bunch of times, right? And stab you?” Loki rolls his eyes. “Plus near anything makes a weapon.”

“Suppose you aren’t wrong about that. I must say, I’m impressed.”

“That’s why I am weary of magic. If it can be done through mystical means, it can be done with science.” She rests her hands on her left hip again. “Science is proven, nearly infallible once everything is factored in. Magic is messy.”

Loki cocks an eyebrow. “Science is still messy.”

“Yes but it makes sense.” She motions with her batons still pressed against her hip. “Magic doesn’t.” She points at him with the baton in her left hand

“Alright, another question. Why is all your stuff white? Why white?”

“Every planet has its colors, right?”

“Right.”

“Well Ares’ colors are that blue color and silver and white,” she taps the left toe of her shoe on the grass and leaves it there, weight moving almost entirely to her right leg. “As you get higher in rank, people can change their weaponry from the blue and silver to another color or a custom pattern. Most people go to all blue or all silver or something simple like that, but I wanted something different. So all of it is a pure white.”

“Interesting. But doesn’t white get dirty easily?”

A very terrifying grin pulls at her lips. “The blood falls right off.”

Loki opens his mouth to ask how that is possible, but closes it. He doesn’t want to know. Sort of scared to ask in the event she just tries to swipe at him to show him.

“Now come on, we should move soon. This planet actually has a Kree and Aresian outpost on it and capture or death is not in my plan for today.”

He gapes at that.

“How stupid can you get?”

“Oh, it can get a lot worse.” Ashira tosses both batons to flip them around. “For real, we need to leave. The radars degrade the cloaking over time and there is approximately two hours before it will be entirely uncloaked.”

“It’s like you want to be captured.”

The ex-princess simply shrugs and sighs. “I know the limits of the technology because I either built it myself or with Er -” She stops herself suddenly.

No, she reminds herself, don’t bring it up.

“Some others.”

The prince knows she cut herself off to avoid telling him something. A name, most likely.

Something too personal to her. Something she won’t share.

Or maybe something she can’t.

___

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Hardly Starstruck [Part 1]

A/N: I’ve never done a celebrityxreader before. So please be gentle! No hate to any celebs in here. I love ‘em all. Also this will be a series. So be patient! :)

Synopsis: Working a con can be stressful, but you’ve done it a while. You’ve seen enough celebrities to be starstruck-proof. Until the big day at San Diego Comicon when the higher-ups tell you Tom Hiddleston’s PR rep is sick. You’re covering the next four days and helping out doing whatever it is that Tom needs done. And while you can’t deny the obvious attraction, you’re determined not to let it cloud your judgment and to ensure you do your job well. But the man is smitten. And determined.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k

It was the Wednesday before the con opened. San Diego ComiCon to be exact. You’d been volunteering at it for long enough that you were no longer just a volunteer. They’d hired you on as a special guest coordinator long ago, once you got over being so star-struck. After being hugged by Jensen Ackles, Chris Evans, Benedict Cumberbatch… well, you started getting used to it. They were good folks, to be sure, and you loved your job, but you’d become one of the few who was able to sit in a room for longer than ten minutes without completely losing it.

Thursday night was always a fun night. You’d wake up early, get yourself dressed, and head to the con to make sure it was prepped for preview night. It meant going to bed early Wednesday and missing out on some of the parties, but it wasn’t a big deal. You tended to be a part of the rest of the parties throughout the week. With the newest Marvel movie coming out, another Avengers flick, you knew that this would be chaos.

The hotel was night enough, donning your usual baggy pajama pants and tank top as you readied yourself for bed, your routine interrupted as the phone rang on the table, charging next to about twelve other portable battery chargers (such was life.) Glancing down, you recongized the name, “Hey, Emma. Enjoying the- wait, what? Slow down a sec. Hold on.” Emma Hughes was one of the heads of the PR staff for Tom Hiddleston, one of the bigger names you were tasked with ensuring wasn’t tackled by mobs of fans. She was good. They all were. You had to be to work with folks like the stars they did.

On the other end there was frantic yelling, “Y/N! Listen, I know this is last minute, I know that. And I am so sorry in advance. But… shit. Listen, Tom’s con rep, Mark? He’s sick. Like, he can’t get to the airport kind of sick. I’d normally never ask this-”

You waved your hand, though she couldn’t see it, “No. Nope. No way, Emma. I’ve got the rest of the show to run at this point, I can be focused on Tom. I’ve got the entire Marvel crew to watch over, not to mention running point with the rest of the staff!” There was a towel wrapped around your head, wet hair inside it as you felt yourself unplug the phone and nervously pace.

Emma pleaded, “I’m begging you, Y/N. I don’t know the staff the way you do, and right now Tom’s insisting that it be you. He says he doesn’t trust anyone he hasn’t met before.”

Your eyes rolled, dramatically so, keeping the sigh that you wanted to let out internal. Emma was just following orders. But what she was asking of you wasn’t just to keep an eye on him, was she? Squinting, you stared at the door before you, “Are you asking me to be his personal PR rep while he’s here?”

There was a soft pause, “I already talked to the leads of the convention. They’re ready to cover what you’d normally be doing. They’re on board with you being his guide through this. Honestly, Y/N, it’ll be easy. You’ve met Tom before, a few times, and he trusts you. Could be worse. Could be following around Robert,” there was a smirk on the line that you knew too well.

Shaking your head you shrugged, “Fine. Am I meeting him in the morning at the main invite? Or do I have to cart his luggage around the airport,” you mused, already beginning to adjust the items you had packed away to fit this new role.

“Oh, he’s actually in your hotel, perfectly enough. I’ll text you his room number and extension. Just meet him at his room around 9am. You know Tom, he’ll be punctual about it. Just… no starstruck stuff.” A flush crossed your cheeks, one that you were so very glad Emma couldn’t see.

“Rude! I’m never starstruck. And around Tom? Please. Not my type. I’ll be fine, thanks,” you weren’t quite sure right then who you were trying to convince.

“Right, handsome men aren’t your type. I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll send you his schedule and everything in some PDFs to your email and the main account. Familiarize yourself with what you can, but he’s a pretty self-sufficient guy. Just keeping everything in check and getting him places in one piece would be nice,” she droned on.

“Emma! I’ve done this for years. I know the drill. Send me what I need and I’ll make sure he’s taken care of. Promise. Cross my heart. Won’t make any Loki comments, either.” You grinned widely.

Once the two of you had hung up a slew of files came to your phone in almost no time. You were glad the con had provided you with the phone the size of a tablet, give the information. But you were realizing, as you readied yourself for bed, that this was not going to be an easy gig. No, Tom Hiddleston had been one of the celebrities that you’d avoided because of that just… unfairly gorgeous man. More than that, he was charming, funny, sweet, and genuinely fun to be around. You’d avoided him because you knew there was no use getting starstruck around a guy who’d never notice a convention staff member. Certainly not you.

As you lay your head down, though, the thought repeated until you fell asleep, If he doesn’t notice staff, why would he ask for and remember you?

_______

Punctual as he was, 9 in the morning found you dressed with comfort and style outside his door. You were wearing the clothes that you’d always wear, a pair of tattered blue jeans and a low-cut black top clinging to your form. This wasn’t for his benefit, but it was for yours. It was easy to manuever in. And the bag slung around your shoulder held all you needed (including emergency supplies.)

Knocking, you did realize your makeup and hair had been done just a little more than you might have normally. You’d told yourself it was because you’d be in the spotlight more, but that wasn’t it. What did surprise you, however, was Tom opening the door wide, his eyes bright with a smile on his face, “Y/N! Great to see you, beautiful. Please, come in, security was just finishing some of the briefing on the day.” He stepped aside, finishing doing the gunmetal grey tie around his neck with a strange finesse only he could manage.

“Oh, Emma emailed me the security briefings. I just wanted to make sure you’re good with the meet-and-greet with all the A-List around noon, which gives you an hour or so to check out the main theaters. I mean, clearly not enough time to explore all of the con, but it’ll give you a sense of the main-”

He cut you off with a wink and a grin, “Always down to business. Come, sit down and have a cup of coffee while the rest of the group worries themselves with technicalities,” he motioned you through the incredibly elaborate and large penthouse suite. It was hard not to look overwhelmed as you took it in. You’d never had a role quite like this, working directly with a celebrity, but always in the background or from above.

You were surprised as he pulled out the chair for you by a table larger than your own dining room table, waiting until you sat to push the chair in gently, “I’m not too concerned about getting to the main hall early, Y/N. Rather, I’d prefer to chat with you, first. Get to know you better. Sound fair?” He was walking towards the kitchen area, grabbing what looked to be a French press already made, pouring two cups.

Behind you there were the usual suspects working out logistics, locked in their world. You looked at Tom, almost nervously, “I guess so. I mean, I’d really like to talk about the plans for the meet-”

There he went. Interrupting you again, “Cream or sugar? It’s quite potent. Brought the coffee from London. Never the same out in the states.” He eyed the bag and you bit down your brief annoyance.

“Cream. Dash of sugar. Please. So like I was saying, the expectation is to chat it up with some of the other ‘superhero’ franchise folks-”

“I suspected you liked your coffee sweeter, though I’m not sure why. Perhaps you’re sweet enough without the sugar,” he smirked as he waltzed closer, moving with grace and ease as you attempted to hide the blush when he placed the mug down before you.

Shaking your head you eyed him, “Mr. Hiddleston, respectfully-”

“Tom, please, Y/N.” He crossed his legs and leaned back, taking a sip of his piping coffee.

“Tom, I’d really like to go over the details for the day. It’s important you know all this so that when we need to bolt from one hall to the next, you’re ready,” your eyes were pleading, but you knew really you were trying to be distracted. Getting to know Tom was a mildly terrifying idea. He had asked for you, you, without even knowing much more than your name and title.

A gentle smile settled on his lips, “Just, please, do me this request and enjoy the coffee for a minute or five. I promise the entirety of Comicon won’t collapse in that time because I’ve insisted on having coffee with a beautiful woman,” he raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying watching the flustered look on your face.

You attempted to hide it, lifting the mug and taking a sip, your face changing as it caught you off guard, “Damn, you weren’t kidding about the taste. This is potent. But good-potent.” You hadn’t quite realized your swear, nor was it at the top of your ‘things to be concerned about’ list. Rather, enjoying the robust flavor you let the man talk.

“So you’ve been doing this a while. Emma tells me you’ve been part of conventions for some time,” he looked over, taking a sip as well as he waited.

“Been attending forever. Anime cons when I was a kid, got into the other cons as I got older. Broke as hell in college so I decided to volunteer, and viola. Long story short, here I am. Got good at what I did so they decided to keep me. So I get stuck babysitting difficult children like you,” you grinned at him over the coffee, deciding you were getting more comfortable around him now. He seemed like the type who could take it well.

And he did. A laugh escaped his lips as he grinned widely, “Difficult! Darling, I can recite my entire schedule and timing of each location better than you can. Even the parties I’m set to attend this evening. I’m simply trying to put you at ease. Though, I’m concerned I’ll have to be a bit more careful. Seems things are a bit more… distracting for me, this time around.”

He let the words sit in the air with an odd comfort, leaving you to sip the coffee before he quickly began to discuss his own thoughts on the scheduling. He hadn’t wanted to cause you any grief. Quite the contrary. Tom wouldn’t tell you as he discussed the panels he’d be at the next few days, but Mark was fine. In fact, Mark was sitting on a beach in Aruba after having been bribed to do so by Tom. There was no way that Tom would tell you he’d spend months orchestrating the ability to get some time alone with you.

It wasn’t easy for a celebrity, which you understood on a real personal level. Finding time to spend with someone and doing it without raising suspicions was always hard. But he’d managed it. And of course you’d never tell Tom as you sat across and watched his plan to once more appear in his Loki attire, drinking your coffee as he read you the schedule off his tablet, that you were smitten for him. It didn’t feel superficial, either. Which was arguably what frustrated you. This man was taking time, time that he was supposed to spend going down hallways and strutting around for the cameras, with you. He’d slide in a personal question here or there, and you’d ask one in return. In the span of only a half-hour, while the team convened, you and Tom had gone over his weekend that already felt too short.

Realizing the time, the coffee now coursing through you, you almost leapt up, “Oh! Mr. Hi- I mean, Tom, we’ve got to get going. Traffic will be a nightmare unless we head downstairs now, we’ve at least got to get you there in time to smile and wave at all the people you already know,” you grinned.

He followed, no putting up a fight this time, your sudden take-charge attitude coming forward as you lead the group down the hall and out to where the limo was waiting. But as the rest of the crew filed into their cars, you heading for the team at the front, you were surprised as Tom gently took your hand and smiled, “I’d prefer you ride with me, Y/N. You know, in case anything comes up while we’re on the ride there. This limo seems far too large to be in here alone. How about it?”

The smile he gave melted away nervousness that had been eating at you. There was a new kind of anxiety rising now as you slid into the limousine you were almost never allowed into. You wanted to be able to do your job, and to do it well, but now? Sitting in the back of a limo headed to the main hall of the convention center, you weren’t quite sure how that might pan out.

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